I still remember that hot day, I came home after a stressful day of work at the school where I was a teacher, I ran to my room, I undressed, I thought I was alone, I still lived with my parents, my brother was at school of the National Guard where I studied (so I thought). I decided to take a bath and continue like this throughout the house, until I noticed that I had walked naked in front of a stranger, I got scared, he told me that he was studying with my brother, that he will excuse him, that they had gone on leave, he looked at me with pity , I noticed admiration in his eyes, I wanted to die, I ran to my room, a while later I decided to get over my grief and go out to the kitchen (this time, dressed) I was wearing short shorts, I remember they were green and a flannel without a bra, because I was still hot, (how could I forget that day), I was still alone in my house with a stranger dressed as a military man, whose name I didn't even know.
I was always the most unpleasant (very normal for me) I decided to prepare lunches for the two of us, he kept looking at me, I liked what I knew I had awakened in him, his eyes fixed on my legs and my buttocks was something that I could neither control nor hide. A while later the family arrived, it was lunchtime, I had to share the table with him, we couldn't even talk or look at each other, I didn't even know his name, my brother called him "Sete", I read that on his jacket it said "Camacho A." and I decided to break the silence and start by asking his name, I heard him answer "Alejandro".
Days later I saw him again, he arrived with my brother and I kept thinking that because he was distracted he had seen me naked, we were alone in the room, we sat down to talk and between laughter and stories he told me in a very funny tone " I have not stopped thinking about you, and excuse my sincerity”, I blushed, he got up, we kissed, I had never awakened in me such attraction for someone without knowing him, that day there were kisses and caresses interrupted by my scruples (fools scruples), he was a stranger, my brother's best friend, I was an engaged woman, trapped in a courtship in which he had a very repressed sexual life, I wanted to let myself go, enjoy the moment, there was an inner self that I needed express himself, those kisses, those caresses, that smell of that man, I saw him so virile, I fantasized thinking about what he would get behind that uniform, under those pants, it moved me, the rose between our bodies let me feel that there was something majesticthat he wanted to share with me, he was touching me, his breathing was fast, my heart was beating very fast, I felt my fluids flooding my vagina, I took his hand and put him between my legs, I wanted him to feel how wet I was, this made it more difficult to control the situation, more kisses, more caresses, more desire, finally put everything aside and after so many buttons we were both naked, the scare made the situation more exciting, my brother could come back, or maybe my dad , but we couldn't control ourselves, I didn't want to control myself. I never imagined that in that bed I would discover the pleasures that I had missed for so many years.
My body asked to feel him inside, he squeezed me in his strong arms, placed his left hand on me, I felt authority when seeing his GNB ring on my buttocks, he said it was the perfect combination. He was an expert in the art, he looked for a way to penetrate me from the exact angle, I don't think I'll ever feel like that again. They sent him to a faraway detachment and I never saw him again, we maintain communication, we have plenty of desire to continue with that experience, we have had conversations on the phone, we exchanged photos on WhatsApp, we discussed the fantasies that we would share if we were to see each other again, always We conclude that we are two perfect lovers and we know that it has undoubtedly been the best sexual experience that we have both lived.