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

An angel undressed before me in the middle of Santa Fé Avenue; I met her in the streets, first naked of soul, and then without clothes, and we made love. I have never had, nor will I ever have again, such a night in Buenos Aires! And yes, I can affirm that it could happen to anyone to meet the most beautiful and fiery young woman, to the most sensual and rapturous innocence of the city; if I can attest that so nakedly 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 happened to me! I would never have had the courage to face a girl like her, if she had not approached me first, of course! Yes, with ardor I experienced the most sublime sex with a girl almost 30 years younger than me and whom I had just met; me, the most unlucky male in the whole city. Unlucky until that moment, of course. Now you'll see why; I'll start at the beginning.

It no longer mattered where I went. Florence, my ex-wife, had left me with nothing, everything had been taken from me except her harpy expression. I didn't even want to remember what she looked like naked. It was getting more severe with every fight; it wasn't about the flat or the kids. Of course I lie: I was comfortable in that flat. And of course I loved my children and I was afraid for them and for our future. 

But there was no way I could have foreseen what was in store for me that very night, and whom I would meet. I did not suspect that I would live the most fervent days of my life. And whether or not they had arrived by fate, I had no idea that such a future lurked behind the grey moment I was going through.

I was heartbroken, the coldness in my ex-wife's eyes had little to do with the woman I had fallen in love with. She barely communicated with me, and if she did, she was distant, emphatically indifferent; of course, this unhinged me and I pulled my own hair out in despair.

I couldn't even gain anything from our fierce arguments as a couple, I couldn't even get the satisfaction of verbal revenge, she always won and crushed me; nor could I get the small and paltry pleasure of not being so badly hurt by her reproaches with some quibble. It was impossible for me in our discussions to hit her like a lunge at some small fault that might affect her. She who had once been "my wife" was now a heart and skin of cold iron.

Arguing with her always left me so disappointed in myself that... no, wait, I'm not going to keep complaining, what's the point? After all, that was of course my wife's skill: to diminish me until it became evident that I was nothing more than a little animal. I said wife, I stand corrected, ex-wife; old habit; and of course habit makes the man. But according to Florence, my ex, it was a prejudice that I was even a man.

Man or not, I met that same day with Juliet. It awakened in me some lustful desires of being alive and I got involved in the most unusual situations. When I revealed the scandalous ecstasy you will understand why I am not crazy when I say that if I had not met her that night, a night that is eternal in my memory; if I had not met her that night, I would not be crazy when I say that I had not met her that night, a night that is eternal in my memory. saint, "lustful and holy!"I would not have been able, if I had missed the chance to run into her, to avoid throwing myself by the hair into fatality, as I exclaimed when I saw her in Santa Fe street; (since this is how it happened, I do not retract the redundancy, for it is more than ever valid).

The fact that I suffer a lot from baldness would have left me with a difficult task, that's right, but not impossible. Forgive me for making humour out of my baldness, but when does one ever get over it? Not that I think such a situation is funny, but to hell with it.

What was I talking about? Of course, about her! A young woman who appeared to mimic my tragedy, as if by the art of the Gods. As if sculpted by them, as if blessed by the wellspring of the innocence! animated by the inner fire of the lust. Your angelic body exuded an aura of lewd obscenityBut in the utmost discretion, for no one seemed to look at her, or to notice her presence! The young lady was sitting in a singular position, and she looked into my eyes at the exact moment, and more than that! Now I tell you how, let me breathe. 

She was barely over 19 and I was irremediably crossing my forties.

I spotted her halfway down Santa Fe Avenue, along which I had been crawling with my unhappiness in tow. After noticing her from afar, I looked down again, there are many beautiful girls in the city and there was no need for so much alarm. Poor me, I had never been more wrong! As I passed her, I looked up and noticed that she was not just another beautiful girl; I would soon find out why.

He was wearing a pair of jean shorts that revealed some firm buttocks and young women who looked out; in the way they are used to wear now; and a shirt that was too big for her, it didn't look as if those clothes belonged to her. One sees how more and more often the breasts of the women of the city are being liberated; bras do not survive the time, they fall into disuse, and the tits How often dancers stand out behind the clothes, as if celebrating joyfully in their unique forms, enjoying the freedom, the free fall, and revealing themselves all in their beautiful plurality of forms.

This case was similar. Her breasts had a delightful fall and her nipples brushed against her T-shirt, she was not wearing a bra. But perhaps if she wasn't wearing one, it wasn't because of the disuse of the bra in society, or for fashion, or for comfort. This girl did not seem to have time at the moment to think about such things. She seemed to be adrift and alienated. She was sitting on the threshold of a long, jet-black, antique metal door. She was hugging her legs like a bun and resting her chin on her arms, looking, without noticing it herself, a sensual pose. She was looking towards the horizon, but surely without seeing anything. In her desolation, so like my own, I saw her teary-eyed and a little drunk, as drunk as I had been in her presence. 

At the right moment and in front of me I found myself that angelI, a pitiful 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 looked at her face, I realised that I had never seen anyone with better eyes, no one had ever seemed to me as ardent, with such delicate skin and beauty; and especially at that moment, so profoundly alone. My body felt dizzy, the feeling of having been seen by someone divine, by someone divine! saint of lust! I was invaded by the sudden burning heat that filled my insides. I was bursting inside my body with a vigorous ecstasy of desireMy penis was growing and squeezing against my trousers. I perceived the situation as if chance itself had arrived at my very goddess of lustwho, sitting in a dark corner of the avenue, had crossed, from who knows what elysian fields of sex, her gaze with mine. And when she looked at me it happened that, for some unknown reason, she seemed to have eyes only for me!

How I was able to achieve a few moments later that this hot young woman from inexpressible beauty to take my hand and embrace me, resting her young and overflowing breasts on me, even without knowing who I am, devoid, only those who administer heaven or destiny know.

That angel In a few moments she would give herself to me, naked in the streets, embarrassed and at the same time encouraged by nocturnal glances. Yes, nude before mefirst in my soul, then without clothes on the asphalt of Buenos Aires, in the middle of Buenos Aires! His irruption into my life filled the chalice of my destiny, or should I correct myself, of my desire. But as always, I'm ahead of myself. 

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

Indeed, she smiled like the happiest girl in the world, and her overflowing grimace of joy released several tears born of sadness, which slid softly down her lovely cheeks. She took my hand with an electric desire, stood up and hugged me, wiping her tears on my chest. I didn't have the time or the resolve to even command my arms to return her embrace. She happily began to talk to me as if we had been talking to each other all our lives.

-What happened! Are you all right?" he asked me as he felt my body, as if making sure it was complete. -I thought you weren't coming, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," he said with exalted enthusiasm. He squeezed my hand as if he wanted to squeeze it. Taking both of my hands was supported again about me and she couldn't help but feel my penis trying to riddle my trousers. He barely pulled away and looked at my bulge. She let out a blushing and truly genuine laugh. She looked into my eyes as if deeply in love and exclaimed:

 -My heart stopped, I had no idea what he was talking about, I didn't even get to say anything - I was able to get it for you, I need us to do it– 

feigning discretion he brushed one of his fingers against my bulge, which slid down my neck and the head of my pene. 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 wasn't a dream.

She looked shamefacedly down at the floor, as if at a figure of awesome authority but one who is respected and even feared, and said with a half-smile, "I have the white thong on, the one you asked me for. mischievous and deceitful smile –But I'm going to take it all off- and looked to the side in embarrassment, as if she had said it too loudly. In fact it was close to a whisper, no one should have heard, but it did happen.

A lady passing by seemed to hear her and gave us a shocked look. She moved closer to my mouth and put her hands in my back pockets and squeezed my buttocks. She gave me a soft kiss and looking at her closely I discovered that her beauty was truly dazzling, I felt myself melting. My prickly beard riddled her soft complexion. She didn't mind, it got to the point where she kissed my whole face, every crease of it, and brushed her cheeks against mine. He sought to remove his hands from my back pockets to grab my hands again with force, but as he tried to do so he dragged my keys that were in one of my pockets with him and threw it to the floor.

Embarrassed and somewhat giddy she bent down to take them, with one arm she clung to my legs, her ass stood out and I watched as several passers-by watched with great interest. Her baggy T-shirt allowed me to see her naked breasts as well. as he took the keys, and slowly got up again.

From a group of big, stubborn boys spouting bold compliments, I was no longer the only one who was excited. She somewhat fearfully and suspiciously took my hand and dragged me to the long, heavy door which she tried to open using my keys. -She covered her mouth and began to laugh, showing off her drunkenness. She put it in her pocket instead of giving it to me out of pure distraction, I didn't ask for it. He took out the right ones and tried to open the locked door.

She tried with her whole body to open it. I tried to help her and it was really difficult to open; she also kept pushing between me and the door, and I found myself supporting her with my whole bodyShe gave me a perverted grin in return, and zaz! the door finally opened and I fell partly on top of her, and she fell partly into the corridor the door led to. This time we both laughed and went inside. She closed the door again, but it was all dark, with only very faint strips of light coming in.

-I didn't warn you," he said, "There's no light! I kept insisting but it doesn't look like they're going to fix it. 

A wide staircase led up to an even darker first floor and to the side of the staircase a corridor led, it seemed, to several doors. He took a few steps up the stairs and turned around, we were now at the same height, he rested his hands on my chest and smiled again with a mischievous wickedness. He clung to my shoulders and began to take off his shorts. It's amazing how I managed to survive the whole mysterious situation to a decompensation, this was too much. The young woman finished taking off her shorts without taking off her shoes, and took off her T-shirt. She began to climb the stairs naked waiting for me to follow her.

In the darkness I noticed the most perfect buttocks I've ever seen up close. An ornate thong of delicate fabric was visible containing her pussy. She slowed down and I bumped my head against her ass. -I told you I was going to take off my thong too.- she said biting her finger, holding her jeans and T-shirt in her other hand. Staggering and not afraid of falling, a bit giddy, she also took off her thong and threw it in my face. I caught it and we continued up the stairs.

Predictably, she stumbled and I took the naked young stranger in my arms as she fell on top of me. resting his fluffy ass on my belly. Laughing, he threw all his clothes from the staircase to the corridor, almost three metres down. -What are you doing!" I exclaimed, I think it was the first time I uttered a word, I had no idea what was going on but it was already too much. Regardless of my question, he went up several more steps with a lot of vigour, ascending like a fawn, completely nakedI had never experienced anything more erotic than this. 

But suddenly the unexpected happened. There was the sound of a door opening, and several people murmuring. Among those voices I recognised two men, maybe a woman, and a girl and a boy, almost teenagers, talking very casually about who knows what. My heart stopped.

The light went on! The group of people were still talking and now their voices were loud, booming all over the place. They were on the ground floor at our sides, they only had to look up and they would find the young girl completely naked and me with her thong in my hand. The sensual girl who had so boldly climbed the long staircase naked was terrified, almost killed by embarrassment. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she hurried up the stairs completely naked, but this time, assailed by fear, and wanting to climb the steps two at a time, and I watched her astonished at her awesome ass he stumbled badly and fell on his face.

Then I noticed that luckily he hadn't hurt his face as it had seemed to me, but he leaned his whole body against the angle of a step with the crook of his leg and gave himself a very painful blow. She tried not to scream and let out only an almost muffled moan. She was collapsed completely naked down the staircase showing off her lush body. My soul left my body, I tried to help her and she stood up as best she could, showing off her ass to the neighbours who had just come out, who noticed our presence when she fell silent and moaned in pain. Everyone was petrified. 

To be continued...

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