Recently, I met a very beautiful woman who lives on the outskirts of the neighborhood. The first time I saw her was on a Monday morning, when I was on my usual walk through a square very close to my house. She was out walking her little pet dog, which at first seemed to me to be a regular habit of hers. I kept watching her as I walked, taking in her unusual beauty: she was a woman between fifty and sixty years old, yet nothing gave that away. She had medium-length wavy hair with a side lock that made her even more beautiful. Her black eyes had an unusual glint, I’d say a special one, and her thin lips were enhanced by a discreet red lipstick.

Her body was in a class of its own, since she had a slender waist (regardless of age, let it be said) and an ass whose only adjective I could find was ma-ra-vi-lous! In short, an attractive woman with a sensuality that only didn’t burst forth because of her modesty.

Anyway, I greeted her and was answered by a sweet, gentle voice. I continued my workout, convinced that any possibility with that woman would run up against her reserve and discretion.

The days went by, and I always found her walking her little dog; we exchanged greetings and smiles, and that was the end of it. I confess my desire was to seduce her and tell her how badly I wanted to fuck her, but honestly, besides fearing the fallout, I didn’t want to harass her to the point of losing a good chance.

And it was on a Monday morning that this idyllic relationship took another turn. I had finished my walk and was stretching, getting ready to run, when she came up to me with her little pet in tow. She smiled and greeted me; I returned the smile and the greeting. She stood there, looking at me, while I did the same to her.

-Do you forgive me? - she said in a low, discreet voice - but may I ask you a question?

-Of course you can, my lovely! - I replied, delighted by the opening.

-Those tattoos you have - she went on - did they hurt a lot?

“Look, my lovely,” I replied with a smile, “if I say no, I’ll be lying to you... yes, they do hurt...”

-Then why did you get them? - she shot back.

-Because I love tattoos! - I answered, still smiling - And after the first one, the rest just happens naturally.

She gave a little laugh and we looked at each other. She lowered her gaze and tried to pick the conversation back up.

-I’ll tell you a secret - she said softly - I have a huge desire to get one!

-And why don’t you? - I asked, surprised.

-I’m embarrassed - she said, shyly - After all, I’m not a little girl anymore.

-Ah, don’t worry - I reassured her, continuing - Age is in the mind and not in the body... and besides, you’re very beautiful!

She smiled and sat down on the park bench beside me, and we kept talking a little longer.

Her name was Estela, she was widowed and lived with a partner her own age who still worked and traveled a lot. She said that sometimes she felt very lonely and that it was always good to have someone to talk to. I immediately offered myself as a friend and confidant and insisted on the tattoo idea. She laughed a lot, and after some time and a lot of insisting, she promised she would think about it.

We said goodbye with the promise that we would talk again. I went home happy at having won Estela’s friendship and was surprised to find myself still thinking about how I’d fuck her. A few days later, at another meeting, she showed me the design of a lotus flower, saying that was the image she wanted tattooed on her body. I asked her where she intended to get it done and she pointed to the back of her left shoulder, extending down toward her back.

I told her she would look very beautiful with that image and offered to introduce her to my tattoo artist friend; she hesitated, saying she would think about it. Once again we parted with the commitment to see each other again. For a few days I kept fantasizing about that beautiful tattooed woman naked for me... but, desires aside, I preferred harsh reality.

The days went by and my meetings with Estela became more regular, so much so that we had grown close and almost intimate. On one occasion she asked me about the tattoo artist: where his studio was, how much he charged on average, and things like that. I explained everything properly and again insisted that she come meet him with me. And, to my surprise, she agreed! We set it for the following Monday morning. I left radiant at the idea of taking Estela to the studio.

At the agreed day and time she was waiting for me in the square. She was dressed discreetly, but there was an exciting aura about her, with a little sleeveless top and jeans. We walked to the studio, which was close to my house, and as soon as we went in, my friend Juca (a fictitious name, of course) greeted Estela and they started talking about the design.

I noticed that Estela was somewhat embarrassed, looking at the various photographs Juca had pasted on the wall; they were pictures of the people he had tattooed, and there were half-naked women and men proudly showing off their new skin art. Estela didn’t seem uncomfortable, just shy, and even so she said nothing about the photos.

After some time talking, she looked at me and asked whether, if she agreed to get tattooed, I would accompany her; I immediately answered yes, putting myself entirely at her disposal. Juca and Estela agreed on the size of the design, the colors, and the price and set Friday of that same week, always in the morning, to do the work. We left and I said goodbye to her, confirming that I would be available on the agreed day.

Estela, with some hesitation, asked whether I wanted to come in and have coffee with her. I accepted at once. Her house was beautiful and well decorated, and the living room was sober and modern. We sat on the dark leather sofa, right after Estela prepared two delicious espressos. We drank the coffee wrapped in a silence that seemed to scream something only our spirits could perceive.

That was when Estela surprised me. As soon as we finished our drink, she took the cup from my hand, set it on the tray, did the same with hers, and then moved even closer to me, gently touching my face.

I couldn’t resist and surrendered to the uncontrollable desire to kiss her; it was a delicious, delicate kiss, but one that had nonetheless completely infected us. We kissed more. And more. And more. Until I felt a bulge throbbing inside my shorts. I grabbed Estela by the arms, laid her back on the sofa, and almost suffocated her with a bolder kiss. I thought I’d be rejected, but that wasn’t what happened.

Estela hugged me and gave herself body and soul to my kiss. Impatiently, I touched her breasts over her blouse and felt their firm, insinuating fullness. Estela placed her hand over mine and, pulling her lips away from mine, looked at me ceremoniously. “It’s all ruined!” I thought, believing my gesture had blown everything.

-If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do - she said almost whispering - please be gentle and understanding...

I smiled at her and said nothing, just kissed her more tenderly than before. Then I stood up, bringing Estela with me. We stood face to face and I carefully helped her take off her blouse and then her bra. I was thrilled by Estela’s breasts; medium-sized, they retained an incredible firmness, crowned by broad nipples and large areolas, crying out for an eager mouth to taste them.

And that was exactly what I did, I went straight for the nipples, sucking and licking them with the sincerest tenderness.

Estela stroked my hair and moaned softly, repeating the phrase “how good this is!” I kept going, delighting in my partner’s breasts, holding her at bust level and burying my face in them. After some time, I decided I needed something more. Without neglecting Estela’s breasts, I slid my hands down to her pants, unbuttoning and opening the zipper; to my complete surprise, I realized Estela was wearing a thong. I was amazed by the surprise and immediately looked at her and smiled.

She got embarrassed and lowered her head while smiling discreetly. Estela moved away from me a little and took off her pants, revealing her exquisitely delicate lingerie. For a moment, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, because that sight was beyond ordinary and left me in a state of ecstasy. Estela looked at me with an angelic expression.

-Do you like it? - she asked, still a little awkward.

-Do I like it? - I asked, surprised - I absolutely love it!

-That’s good! - she said with a smile - Because I bought it thinking of you.

“OMG!” I thought as I walked toward Estela. I hugged her and we kissed for a long time. I helped her lie down on the sofa and after removing the lovely lingerie, I buried my face between her legs, letting my tongue find the object of my partner’s desire, her clitoris. When I started licking and sucking Estela’s swollen little bud, she twisted, moaning and hissing with ragged breaths.

-Ah, my love! - she whispered - How delicious! I think I’ve never felt anything like this...

Encouraged by my partner’s praise, I devoted myself to sucking and licking her until, after some time, she experienced her first orgasm with me. Others followed, more intense ones that she celebrated with moans, caresses in my hair, and pleas for “more, I want more.”

Flustered, I remembered I was still dressed and hurriedly stripped off before my partner’s blazing eyes. When I was completely naked, displaying all my swelling virility, I saw Estela’s surprised look.

-My God, my love! - she commented contentedly - You’re all tattooed! I had no idea! It’s beautiful!

I felt confident enough to climb over Estela to penetrate her. But before I could do it, she placed her hands on my chest and looked at me tenderly.

-Can I ask you for something, my angel? - she asked in a sweet, coaxing way.

-Anything you want, babe! - I answered at once.

-Let me see and touch your cock?

Immediately, I sat down on the sofa, proudly displaying my throbbing erection. Estela sat beside me and, with some apprehension, extended her hand and slowly began to feel the hard member. She encircled my cock with her fingers and squeezed gently, sliding up and down from the glans to the base, feeling its fullness and length. Estela examined my cock as if it were the first time she had ever done so. I wanted to ask her what her sex life had been like until then, but I stayed silent, preferring to enjoy the way she, involuntarily, caressed my dick. Everything seemed new to her, as she examined that piece of flesh with a curious, attentive and, at the same time, excited look.

I showed her how to masturbate me slowly enough to feel the instrument, and I also taught her about the pressure to be applied to the vein on the underside of the cock, making the glans almost double in size. Estela was startled when she saw it and asked whether it didn’t hurt. I told her no, because it was very arousing. Suddenly, she asked me if I liked being sucked.

I answered yes, but that it wasn’t something I enjoyed the way most men did. Estela looked at me and asked to do it. I agreed happily, telling her to do whatever she felt like. She leaned down to my belly and licked the glans delicately, sending a shiver down my spine. She stopped and looked at me, asking whether she had done something wrong. I told her no and stroked her hair, letting her continue.

Estela licked the glans again, sliding along the entire length of my member until she reached my balls, which she also licked and sucked with surprising mastery. I tilted my head back and savored that incomparable tenderness. Estela kept going until the moment she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it with slow up-and-down movements.

While she sucked me, I caressed her back and moved down to the start of the crease of her ass, which was dazzling, dreaming of the possibility of fucking that marvel when it became possible. I got goosebumps when Estela, in addition to sucking my cock, began to caress my balls, massaging them with agility.

-Uh, Estelinha! - I said, my voice broken - I can’t take it anymore... I want to fuck you... I need to fuck you!

-Then come, my love! - she replied, lying back down on the sofa - come possess me, my tattooed man!

I climbed on top of her and, holding my cock with one hand, pointed it toward Estela’s little hole. She placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly pulled me toward her. And the penetration happened so naturally that I was surprised; my cock slid inside her, meeting steady resistance from someone who apparently hadn’t had sex in some time. The moment my cock was buried in Estela, she let out a delicious moan and squeezed my shoulders, kissing me right after.

-Ahn, how good! - she sighed after kissing me - now fuck me good.

Immediately, I kept going, pulling and burying my cock in my partner’s depths while she answered by thrusting her pelvis against my cock. I was so excited that I intensified my movements almost involuntarily, but after a few minutes I slowed down, sensing that my partner longed for something softer and more passionate than an animalistic fucking.

We fucked like two insatiables for longer than I could have imagined, and my stamina surprised me, since I’m no hormone-crazed boy either. Estela, for her part, seemed to love our fucking, and the smile stamped on her lips betrayed the immense pleasure she felt at being fucked. Suddenly, she came intensely and almost furiously; she moaned and her whole body seemed to tremble. I made to stop moving, but she intervened, holding my face between her soft hands and staring at me firmly.

-No, my love! - she said with captivating gentleness - I want to come more, please...

I resumed my movements while quenching my thirst on Estela’s nipples, sucking them avidly. And my partner came a few more times, delighting in each one as if it were the first. We were giving ourselves over to the best fucking of our lives, and I felt Estela becoming looser and bolder in her movements, swaying her body beneath mine and roaming her hands over my sweaty chest, while I savored her nipples, alternating each one in my mouth and releasing them teasingly.

-Ah, I think I can’t take much more! - I announced, my voice thick - I need to come, Estelinha.

-Come, my handsome - she replied, squeezing my shoulders - come inside me, fill me with your hot seed.

When I heard the expression “hot seed,” I simply exploded in an endless climax, ejaculating violently inside Estela, who cried out and sighed, babbling:

-Ahn! How good this is! What a hot, delicious thing!

I finished ejaculating, feeling the small waves of pleasure wash over my whole body, which also experienced hallucinatory spasms of well-being. I lifted my body, trying to stand, but it was useless, as not a single drop of energy remained in me. I collapsed beside Estela, who turned her back to me, nestling her body close against mine. I hugged her and we fell asleep for a few minutes.

After some time that I was unable to determine exactly, I woke up hugging Estela, who was sleeping peacefully. I kept my arm over her and kissed her shoulder very tenderly. She writhed with a moan of approval; I felt her ass rub against my cock, which, to my surprise, throbbed, revealing its erection against the firm flesh of Estela’s buttocks.

I was somewhat afraid to let that urge explode, but Estela seemed to like the teasing. I kept kissing her shoulder and nibbling her ear affectionately. After a few minutes, I got up and had Estela remain lying face down, displaying the unbearable beauty of her backside. I stood there admiring that work of nature: they were the most beautiful buttocks I had ever seen, and their sinuosity, combined with the firmness of the white, velvety skin, caused a huge impact on anyone who had the same opportunity I was having at that very moment.

With a mixture of care and apprehension, I began to caress that work of art, feeling the texture of the skin, the warmth, and the perfect shape. I remained absorbed in that caress, forgetting everything else. But it was Estela’s soft voice that brought me back to reality.

-Hmm, what a delicious hand! - she said softly - do you like my ass?

-It’s impossible not to be captivated by something this beautiful! - I replied without fear - Your ass is divine!

-Answer me something? - she asked in a naughty voice.

-Anything you want, my angel - I replied, imagining what it might be.

-Have you ever had anal sex? - she asked in a hesitant voice - I mean... have you?

-Yes, I have - I answered, continuing the caresses - And you?

-I’ve never had the chance - she replied, a little awkwardly.

Immediately, I leaned down and began kissing Estela’s buttocks, which seemed to please her very much. I gave several little kisses to those succulent fleshly mounds, and also nibbled them a few times, drawing deliciously hysterical little squeals from my partner. I lay on top of her and kissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers through her.

I let her feel my erection taking shape against the skin of her buttocks, and after a few minutes I asked whether she had butter or margarine at home. She laughed and asked if I was hungry; I answered yes, but that it had nothing to do with food. I repeated the question and she said she had margarine in the fridge. I went to the kitchen and came back with the tub in my hands.

I took a small amount and carefully began to grease Estela’s little ass. She shivered and asked what I was doing.

-Preparing you - I answered softly - for a new experience. Saying that, I buried my face between her buttocks and gave that virgin little ass a tongue bath. With every lick, Estela moaned and wiggled her buttocks without saying a word. A few times, I simulated penetration, stiffening my tongue and pushing it against the little opening. Estela moaned loudly, saying that it felt good.

I stood up and displayed my erection to Estela, who looked at me in ecstasy; her eyes were blazing, making it clear she was horny. I took another portion of margarine and greased my cock, doing it in a suggestive, provocative way. Estela watched and seemed to be devouring me with her bright eyes.

-What are you going to do? - she asked with the air of someone who knew very well what my intentions were.

-Come here! - I said, making Estela get on all fours - Come on, I’m going to show you.

She obeyed and got on all fours on the sofa, her legs slightly apart. I approached from behind and, after caressing her buttocks, held them firmly, pulling them back until her little ass was exposed to my cock. I rubbed the glans against Estela’s little opening, making her whole body tremble.

-Please, darling - she begged, looking at me over her shoulder - be careful with me.

I smiled at her and pulled her toward me, keeping my cock pointed at Estela’s little ass. As soon as my glans overcame the resistance of the folds of her opening, Estela let out a scream that she herself muffled by biting the arm of the sofa. I held her even more firmly, so she wouldn’t pull away. I took a deep breath and pushed forward.

Every centimeter of penetration I won was agony for Estela, who screamed and begged me to stop; I confess there were moments when I intended to give up, because I didn’t want her to suffer. However, I decided it was a one-way path, and I asked her to hold on a little longer. I buried my whole cock in Estela’s little ass and stayed there for a few moments, breathing calmly and letting her get used to the volume introduced into her anus.

Before she could realize what was happening, I started thrusting into Estela’s little ass with long, deep strokes; she screamed and begged me to stop doing that; she said the pain was unbearable, and that I was hurting her a lot. I leaned over her, letting the fingers of my hand find her clitoris, which was very swollen.

I began fingering it tenderly, and after a few minutes, Estela experienced an orgasm that came on top of the pain I was inflicting on her with anal sex. I kept caressing my partner’s little bud, without neglecting the intense thrusts into her ass. It took some time for Estela to confess that the pain had been replaced by a huge sensation of pleasure that was added to the tenderness on her clitoris.

Finally, Estela confessed to me that she was having an orgasm brought on by anal sex, and also said that it was very good.

-You’re incredible! - she praised me, now moving, pushing her body against my cock - Ah, so good... that’s it, don’t stop... keep fucking me...

Encouraged by Estela, I kept thrusting into her little ass and giving her another sequence of deliciously announced and commented orgasms, until, out of control and beaten by the effort, I ejaculated into her depths, depositing another load of hot, viscous semen. Estela collapsed onto the sofa, spent but happy, and I lay down beside her, caressing her buttocks as they trembled deliciously.

After a few hours, we were already dressed and embracing on the doorstep. We kissed passionately and I confessed to Estela that she was a wonderful woman. She smiled and thanked me, asking whether we would see each other again.

I sensed a hint of fear in her voice, but I didn’t hesitate to smile at her and hold her chin. She laughed in a sly, childlike way, trying to avoid my gaze. I pulled her tightly into my arms and asked whether she had any doubts about that. She shook her head no and smiled once more.

In an impulsive gesture, I pushed Estela against the wall and made her unbutton her jeans. She not only obeyed but let them slide to the floor, revealing her beautiful lingerie. I helped her take off her pants and the tiny underwear. I brought the little intimate piece to my face and smelled it with a wicked look in my eyes. I put it in my shorts pocket and fingered my partner’s vagina, which once again became wet.

I knelt down and licked Estela, who stood with her legs open, offering her sex for my delight. I sucked and licked until she came once more. When she was done, I stood up, holding her by the shoulders, since her legs were weak. I smiled at her and kissed her so she could taste herself in my mouth. Then I looked at her and said:

-I’m keeping this piece for myself so you can be sure I’ll come back to get another one as a gift. I left, certain that I would return... after all, she was quite a woman!

A few days later, I got a call from her confirming whether I would go with her to Juca’s studio so she could get tattooed; I not only confirmed it, I said I’d be very sad if she went alone.

We went to the studio and, after a few hours, Estela had a beautiful lotus flower tattooed on the back of her shoulder, extending down her back. We left the studio very happy, looking like a teenage couple. Once at her house, Estela offered me a coffee, which I gladly accepted.

While I was in the living room waiting for her, I heard her call for me to come to the kitchen; and when I got there, I was surprised by the delicious sight of Estela naked, wearing only a brand-new, extremely sensual set of lingerie. She looked at me, and after a smile, said in a languid voice:

-I bought this one for your collection, do you like it?

-I like it a lot! - I replied - But the collection isn’t mine, it’s ours!