#3219: Venezula
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Marisol comes to a small village to visit her grandma just to find out that there's a new neighbor. Julio is charismatic and good with his hands, and they instantly feel a connection. Soon she invites him to the house for help, which ends up being more than was planned.
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Marisol loved her grandma. The woman raised her while her parents were busy working to make sure their daughter had a good future, and Marisol greatly appreciated everything that was done to get her to the place where she is. She got a degree and worked as a doctor in one of the capital's hospitals, but she never forgot her abuela or how much was done for her. When she had time off from work, Marisol loved to visit her grandma, and that hot summer month wasn't an exception.
Marisol quite enjoyed the quiet of the village after the noise of the big city, and she especially appreciated the amount of flowers everyone was growing in front of their houses. It was as if the whole village agreed that the world was too bleak a place not to add color, and soon the village was bursting with it from all sides. Marisol smiled as she walked familiar streets, remembering going to the house of the neighbors, where she was always welcomed. It was a nice reminder of her past, one that eventually brought her to the bright future and to a career she could be proud of.
Of course, even though Marisol asked her abuela not to cook anything, the old woman couldn't wait for her granddaughter to be unprepared. She made all of Marisol's favorite dishes, and no matter how much Marisol insisted that her appetite wasn't that great, she was still put behind the table and made to at least try a bite of everything. Of course, she couldn't deny the offer and simply ignore all the love her grandma put into those dishes. She knew that it was going to be like this, and she was prepared for it, so she wasn't too surprised when her grandma also told her about the handsome man who bought a house across the street from her. Just like any other grandma, she was worried about Marisol and about her love life most of all. Marisol tried to explain that she didn't need help and that if she wanted to find a man, she could do it on her own, but who would listen to her? And, before she knew it, Julio was in their house, and she was introduced to him with a number of compliments Marisol had never heard in her life.
Julio was handsome, she would give him that. He was tall, athletic, with dark, beautiful eyes and a brilliant smile. She couldn't help but smile back at him, her mind running with the possibilities. Yes, she wasn't looking for anything serious, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try for something with a man who was so easy on the eyes and whom her grandma seemed to like.
Over dinner, Marisol learned that Julio was working on completely remodeling the house he bought with his own two hands. She found it impressive because she always had a weakness for a man who could do things like this on his own. Her grandma seemed to notice the attraction between them and smiled as she realized that her plan was working.
This casual flirtation between Marisol and Julio continued for the next week, and Marisol quite enjoyed it, mostly because she knew that all this tension had to eventually lead them somewhere. She didn't know when it was going to happen or how, but she knew that it would and that she would quite enjoy the result of it finally bursting.
The next week, Marisol's grandma left to visit her friend, and she wasn't going to be back for a few days. Marisol knew that it was a perfect opportunity for her to execute her plan, and she was already smiling as she imagined Julio in her house and in her bed.
Her excuse for inviting him was far from complicated—she told him that there was a problem with her kitchen sink and she simply couldn't handle it on her own. Julio was eager to help, and Marisol was very happy to see it. When he arrived at the house, she was wearing her best summer dress that was sitting just right on her full breasts. When Julio went to check the sink, he quickly realized that there was no issue. And, with the way Marisol looked at him, it became very clear to him just what was on her mind.
The two smiled at each other as they looked into each other's eyes, the heated air between them getting only hotter as the two of them stepped closer to each other to get a good feel of what they were about to step into. Julio lightly teased Marisol about finding such a ridiculous excuse to invite him over, but she didn't care. She wanted to see him, she wanted him close, and if a small lie was what it took to get Julio to her, she was more than happy to repeat it over and over again.
Finally, the two of them stepped toward each other and locked into a kiss. It was just as hot as Marisol imagined it was going to be, and feeling Julio's strong hands on her body was exactly what she needed to feel alive again. She had wanted him since the moment she laid her eyes on him, and that want only grew with time, reminding Marisol that her body was alive with a fire that was spreading from between her legs all the way up to her body.
She told Julio that she wanted him more than she wanted anything else, and she could see just how much her words turned him on. He smiled and lifted her, carrying Marisol with ease while her legs were wrapped around his middle, up the stairs to her room. She felt excited like never before because she had never dealt with a man like that, the one who meant everything he said, meant every look and every touch. She was used to the men in the city who couldn't handle commitment half the time and those who couldn't give her exactly what she wanted. She knew that it was going to be different with Julio, that he would show her something special, give her an experience she hadn't had before, and she was very much looking forward to it.
The way he took off her dress almost left the fabric teasing at the seams, and Marisol smiled at that. It was rare for her to witness so much passion, especially passion she was an object of. At that moment, she knew just how special her night with Julio was going to be, and she prepared herself for being amazed.
He kissed her open skin with tenderness, but also with fire and passion. He was telling her just how beautiful she is, he was openly expressing how much he desires her, and all the time, he was nothing but a guest at their house. Marisol could only smile at that, feeling the heat and the warmth of excitement spreading through her. That excitement only grew when Julio started to undress himself, and she could see the muscles underneath his skin, rolling beautifully with his every move. She felt her mouth go dry at such a view, and she couldn't stop herself from wanting to touch him. But, before she could grab a proper fill, Julio got on the bed, between her spread legs. Her panties were long gone, and the wetness between her legs was met with the heat of his breath, already making Marisol moan out and throw her head back. But that sensation was nothing in comparison with the pleasure that came a moment later.
Marisol felt his tongue hot and insistent against her center. Something inside her always knew that sex with Julio would feel this way, but she still somehow wasn't prepared for the full force of it. She was smiling to herself at how amazing it was that she was right in her predictions, but that smile was quickly wiped away with another deep moan that tore out of her mouth because of his tongue and the pressure she felt against her clit. He was giving it to her slowly, deliberately, but in the end, Marisol was too pent up to hold back for too long. Pleasure overtook her almost instantly, leaving her hot and breathless. She smiled at Julio, knowing that the next step of their sexual adventure would leave her even more excited and even more fulfilled.
Julio put on a condom, and Marisol watched as he did it because somehow even his cock looked beautiful. There was sheer confidence in his every move and even in the way he got back to the bed, back to her, and spread her legs wider so his frame could fit in between them. Marisol was shaking with anticipation, and when she finally felt Julio's cock inside of her, she moaned out loudly at the sensation of his length stretching her so wonderfully. Her toes curled, and she knew that no matter how much she would want to prolong her pleasure, it would simply be impossible because the sensations he was giving her were just too good.
She moaned out again and again as his thrusts became deeper, faster. He wanted her badly, and it was a nice reminder to Marisol that she was just as hot and attractive as her partner. He looked at her, he kissed her as their bodies connected, and Marisol was losing her mind at the sensations spreading through her body. She wanted more, more of it, so she put her hands on Julio's back and ran her nails over the skin, leaving marks on it. She wanted him to remember, to feel the sting, because it was going to be another sweet memory to add to the collection of their night together.
Their bodies were connected over and over, the heat between them getting stronger. Marisol knew that she couldn't hold back any longer. The feeling of him inside her was too strong, too beautiful, too right, and she was going to explode with it. That was what she did, the sensation hitting her so hard she could barely breathe when it ended, washing over her. She knew that Julio had his share too, and she wondered just what would be next for them, but Julio didn't make her wait long for the answer.
He pulled out of her and, before Marisol could think about anything or catch her breath, he was back between her legs, his mouth lapping at her again. After two orgasms, Marisol was already overstimulated and shaking, but that didn't stop Julio. He pressed her hips down so she wouldn't grind against his face, and he would have full control as he ate her out again. He wasn't slow with it, he was stimulating her fast and almost rough, as much as it was possible with a tongue. It was as if he wanted to prove to someone, maybe himself, that he could do it, that he could leave Marisol a complete mess, and at that point, she was more than willing to agree that he was capable of making it happen. She moaned out, finishing for him once again and feeling entirely spent.
They spent a wonderful time together while they had the house to themselves, and Marisol always remembered those days back in the countryside with warmth in her heart.