Beautiful and alone: ​​Julieta, the naked and miraculous companion. Part 1

An angel undressed before me in the middle of Avenida Santa Fé; I found her in the streets first naked of soul, and then without clothes, and we made love. I never had, nor may I ever have, a night like this in Buenos Aires! And I can affirm that it could happen to anyone to meet the most beautiful and fiery young woman, the most sensual and rapturous innocence of the city; If I can attest to how devoid and without any art or effort, I even managed to taste the sweet fruit of her sex, and the pomp of her heavenly buttocks, it is because it actually happened to me! I would never have had the courage to face a girl like her! If she hadn't approached me first, of course. Yes, with ardor I lived the most sublime sex with a girl almost 30 years younger than me and who I had just met; me, the most unfortunate man in the whole city. Unlucky up to that point, of course. Now you will see why; I'll start at the beginning.

It no longer mattered where he went. Florencia, my ex-wife, had left me with nothing, she had taken everything from me except her harpy expression. Nor did I want to remember how it was naked. It became more severe with each fight; It wasn't about the department or the boys. Of course I'm lying: I was comfortable in that department. And of course I loved my children and was afraid for them and for our future. 

But there was no way I could tell what that night would bring me, and who I would meet. I did not suspect that I would live the most fervent days of my life. And whether or not they arrived by fate, he had no idea that that future lurked behind the gray moment he was going through.

My heart was broken, the coldness in my ex-wife's gaze had little to do with that woman with whom I had fallen in love. He hardly communicated with me, and if he did, he showed distance, he was emphatically indifferent; of course it unhinged me and I pulled my hair out of hope.

She didn't even gain anything from our strong couple discussions anymore, she couldn't even bring myself the satisfaction of verbal revenge, she always won and crushed me; nor did he get the small and miserable pleasure of not getting so badly off his reproaches with some trickery. It was impossible for me in our discussions to hit as a thrust some small guilt that could affect her. Whoever had once been "my wife" already had the heart and skin of cold iron.

Arguing with her always left me so disappointed in myself that… no, wait, I'm not going to complain anymore. What's the point? After all, that was certainly my wife's ability: to diminish myself until it was evident that I was nothing more than an animal. I said wife, she corrected me, ex-wife; old custom; and of course custom makes man. But according to Florencia, my ex, it was a prejudice that I was even a man.

Man or not, I found myself that same day Julieta. Woke up in my nails lustful desire of being alive and involved me in the most unusual situations. When I reveal the outrageous ecstasy From the end of the story you will understand why I am not crazy when I say that if I had not found her that night, an eternal night in my memory; If I hadn't found that one holy, "Lustful and holy!”, How I exclaimed when I saw her on Santa Fe Street; (Since this has happened, I do not retract redundancy, as it is worth more than ever) I would not have been able, if I had lost the luck of running into her, avoid throwing myself out of my hair to doom.

The fact that I suffer a lot from baldness would have made the task difficult for me, yes, but not impossible. Know excuse me to make humor of my baldness, when does one finish reconciling with it ?. Not that I think such a situation is funny, but fuck that!

What was he talking about? But of course! Her! A young woman who appeared to mimic my tragedy, as if by art of the Gods. As sculpted by them, as blessed by the spring of innocence! Enlivened by the inner fire of the lust. On angelic body overflowed with an aura of lewd obscenity, but in the greatest discretion, because no one seemed to look at her, or notice her presence! The young woman was sitting in a unique position. And he looked me in the eye at the exact moment, and more than that! Now I tell you how, let me breathe. 

She was barely 19 years old and I was hopelessly over forty.

I spotted her in the middle of the block along Santa Fe Avenue, where she was dragging me with my unhappiness on her back. After having warned her from afar, I lowered my gaze again, many beautiful girls are seen in the city and there was no need for so much alarm. Poor me, I've never been wrong in a worse way! Passing by her side, I looked up and noticed that it was not just another very beautiful girl; he would soon find out why.

She was wearing jean shorts that revealed some firm buttocks and young people who looked out; to the way it is used now; and a T-shirt that was too big for him, it didn't seem that those clothes belonged to him. One sees how, more and more often, the breasts are released in the women of the city; bras do not survive time, fall into disuse, and tits How many times dancers stand out behind their clothes! Like celebrating joyfully in their unique forms, enjoying freedom, free fall, and all revealing themselves in their beautiful plurality of forms.

This case was similar. Her breasts had a delightful fall and her nipples brushed her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bodice. But maybe if she wasn't wearing one, it wasn't about the disuse of the bodice in society, not for fashion, or for comfort. This girl didn't seem to have time at the time to think about such things. You could tell she was adrift and alienated. She was sitting on the threshold of a long, ancient jet-black metal door. She hugged her legs like a bun and rested her chin on her arms, looking without noticing it herself, a sensual pose. He was looking toward the horizon, but surely not seeing anything. In her desolation, so similar to mine, I saw her with teary eyes and somewhat drunk, as I had been drunk in her presence. 

At the right moment and before me I found that angel, me, a lamented porteño who felt closer to a cockroach, and he looked back at me! I was startled, my soul returned to my body; or even better, for the first time I had a soul! 

As soon as I contemplated her face, I noticed that I had never seen anyone with better eyes, no one ever seemed like her so ardent, with such delicate skin and beauty; and especially at that moment, so deeply alone. My body felt vertigo, the feeling of having been seen by someone divine, by a saint of lust! I was invaded by the sudden, burning heat that filled me. Inside my body a vigorous ecstasy of desire, my member grew and squeezed against the pants. I perceived the situation as if the same chance had arrived at the very same goddess of lust, that sitting in a dark corner of the avenue would have crossed, from who knows what elysean fields of sex, her gaze with mine. And when he looked at me it happened that, for some unknown reason, it seemed that he only had eyes for me!

How I was able to achieve a few moments after this fiery young woman from inexpressible beauty take my hand and hug me leaning on me her overflowing and young breasts, even without knowing who I am, devoid of all, only knows who administers heaven or destiny.

Aquel angel in a few moments she would surrender to me, naked in the streets, ashamed as well as encouraged by night glances. Yes, naked In front of me, first of soul, then without clothes on the Buenos Aires asphalt! His irruption in my life once again filled the chalice of my destiny, or I correct myself! With my desire. But as always, I get ahead of myself. 

We exchanged glances and the young woman could not believe my presence, it was as if she had found someone far away, that she had not seen for a long time; someone she loved. Or as if perhaps her savior had arrived, whom she had been waiting for so long, who knows one to save her from what urgency and misfortune. And as if the one she was waiting for had never seemed to come to rescue her. In any case none of this was possible, I did not know her and I was sure that she did not know me. I was certainly stunned. 

Indeed, she smiled like the happiest girl in the world, and her overflowing grimace of joy released several tears that had been born out of sadness, which slid gently down her precious cheeks. He took my hand with an electric desire, stood up and hugged me wiping his tears on my chest. I didn't have the time or the decision to even order my arms to hug him back. She, extremely happy, began to speak to me as if we had spoken to each other for a lifetime.

-What happened?! Are you okay? - He asked me while he felt my body, as if making sure it was complete. "I thought you weren't coming, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He said with exalted enthusiasm. He squeezed my hand as if he wanted to squeeze it. Taking me from both He leaned again on me and couldn't help feeling my penis trying to pepper the pants. He barely walked away and looked at my bundle. He gave a genuinely flushed laugh. She looked into my eyes as if deeply in love and exclaimed:

 -I have everything inside! - My heart stopped, I had no idea what he was talking about, I didn't even get to express anything -I could get it for you, I need us to do it- 

Feigning discretion, he brushed one of his fingers over my bulge, which slid down my neck and the head of my penand. He put his hands on my cheeks and thanked me again. I was already delirious, the only thing I was sure of was that it was not a dream.

She looked shamefully at the ground, as before a figure of overwhelming authority but who is respected and even afraid, and she said with a half smile, `` I have the little white thong on, the one you asked for. '' He looked up and confessed with a mischievous and cheating smile -But i'm gonna get it all off- and looked to the side embarrassed, as if she had said it in a very loud voice. It was actually close to the whisper, no one should have heard, but it did indeed happen.

A lady passing by seemed to hear her and shot us a scandalized look. Approaching my mouth he put his hands in my back pockets squeezing my buttocks. She gave me a soft kiss and watching her closely I discovered that her beauty was truly dazzling, I felt that I melted. My spiky beard peppered his smooth complexion. He didn't care, it got to the point where he kissed my entire face, every fold of it, and brushed his cheeks with mine. He tried to remove his hands from my back pockets to grab my hands again tightly, but when he tried he dragged my keys that were in one of the pockets with him and threw it to the ground.

Embarrassed and somewhat confused, she bent down to take them, with one arm she clung to my legs, her ass stood out and I saw how several passersby watched with great interest. His baggy t-shirt it also allowed me to see her naked breasts as he took the keys, and slowly got back up.

From a group of big and stubborn boys letting out daring compliments, I was no longer the only one who was excited. She with some fear and mistrust took my hand and dragged me to the long and heavy door that she tried to open using my keys. "What a fool I am!" He covered his mouth and began to laugh, showing off his drunkenness. He put it in his pocket instead of giving it to me as a distraction, I didn't claim it. He pulled out the right ones and tried to open the locked door.

He tried with his whole body to open it. I tried to help her and it was really difficult to open; she also continued to force herself between the door and me, and I found myself supporting her with my whole body, she gave me a kinky smile back, and zaz! the door finally opened, I partially fell on her, and she partially fell into the hallway that the door led to. This time we both laughed and went into the place. He closed the door again but it was all dark, only very dim light stripes entered.

"I did not warn you," he said, "There is no light!" I was insisting but it does not seem that they are going to fix it. 

A wide staircase led to an even darker first floor, and on the side of the staircase a corridor led, it seemed, to various doors. He went up the stairs a few steps and turned around, we were now at the same height, he placed his hands on my chest and smiled again with a mischievous evil. He held onto my shoulders and he began to take off his shorts. It is incredible how I managed to survive in the face of all the mysterious situation to a decompensation, this was too much. The young woman finished taking off her shorts without having taken off her shoes, and took off her shirt. Began to climb the ladder naked waiting for me to follow her.

In the dark I noticed the most perfect buttocks I ever saw close up. A delicate, ornate fabric thong was seen holding her shell. He slowed down and I bumped my head into his ass. -I told you that I was also going to take off my thong- He said biting a finger, in the other hand he carried his jean and his shirt. Staggering and unafraid of falling, somewhat giddy she also took off her thong and threw it in my face. I took it and we continued up the ladder.

As expected he tripped and I took in my arms the naked and unknown young woman who was falling on top of me leaning her fluffy ass on my tummy. Laughing, he launched himself from the staircase into the hall, almost ten feet down all his clothes. -What are you doing? Regardless of my question, he climbed several more steps already with great vigor, ascending like a fawn, stark naked, letting her silhouette see perfection, nothing more erotic I ever lived. 

But suddenly the unexpected happened. There was the noise of a door opening, and several people murmuring. Among those voices I recognized two men, perhaps a woman, and a girl and a boy, almost adolescents, speaking very casually, who knows what. My heart stopped.

The light went on! The group of people kept talking and now their voices were heard very loud, they echoed throughout the place. They were on the ground floor at our sides, they only had to look up and they would find the girl completely naked and me with her thong in hand. The sensual girl who so boldly climbed the long staircase naked was terrified, almost killed by shame. Her cheeks took on a scarlet color and she hurried up completely naked, but this time, seized by fear, and wanting to climb the steps two at a time, and seeing her I was stunned by her awesome ass He tripped ugly and fell on his mouth.

Then I noticed that luckily he had not hurt his face as it had seemed to me, but he supported his whole body at the angle of a step with the scoundrel of his leg and gave himself a very painful blow. He tried not to cry out and only let out an almost strangled groan. I was slumped completely naked down the stairs showing her lush body. The soul left my body, I tried to help her and she stopped as best she could, showing her ass to the neighbors who have just left, who noticed our presence when she fell silent and moaned in pain. Everyone was petrified. 

Continued ...

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