Erotic Rendez-Vous

[Simple Tania]

At that hour of the morning, I don't know what kind of impulse (or it was some divine intervention?) gave me to drop my espresso and get up to interpose myself between the strong punch of the big guy and his face. Perhaps the almost certainty that men don't beat a women except in domestic modesty without audiences, but moving on...

He thanked me politely with a new coffee which forced me to the limit, to not yelling at him, that to me, no dude pays anything! Not anymore they don't. And then he started to spread his wings of a politician banished to the capital and surrounded by people on all sides, with proposals for action, business and exchange of favors to cram his days. Not even sex was lacking, even if they later ask for a better job for themselves or for some relative or for him to give a hand to release that licence in the city hall related to that 'guy' or that 'group' he knew about. Much was that rained hoes glued to him with their hot bodies sculpted in gyms, only to be able to benefit of the status that walking by his arm provided. Sometimes, he confided to me, even spent some 'big greenies' with girls of a price list only to choose in his own way what he paid for.

I gathered up the instincts of undressing him and appeasing his sorrows with great perspiration in a mess of sexes in the mouth and hands nailed to buttocks and even the magic of making a penis grow inside me in synchronized and spasmodic touches of vagina, because he wasn't needing a good fuck, but instead, a patient pair of loving ears that scared the loneliness of the days out of him.