Julie's Memoires: Eduardo (1984)

These stories are based upon my diaries' entries, and my memories of the events. No doubt they are not historically accurate. But they are what I want to remember.

Born in 1947, I have been sexually active since 1963, when I was 16.

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Eduardo (1984)

About two years into my job repping pharmaceuticals we were invited to a party at the company owner's house. Charlie and his wife Marge lived about 40 miles from where we lived at the time. It was a sort-of cocktail-party-finger-food-buffet-kind-of-thing.

I was wearing a dress with a medium long skirt. Always have enjoyed mid-calf 40/50's style skirts and dresses. Usually what I wear. I have the curly hair light brown hair to match the 40's image. This dress was a little loose, so I was wearing a belt. Very "Marilynn."

Just after I had finished a couple of little quiche thingies, I noticed a man staring at me. As he caught my eye he approached. "Hello, my name is Eduardo."

"Hello Eduardo. Are you from around here?"

"I work for Charlie's company, in the Southwest region."

"I imagine your native language helps with sales in that area of the country."

"Yes. Speaking Spanish and English is very helpful. I want to lick your pussy."

"Thank you!" I said, smiling broadly.

"Will you let me?"

"Maybe. It depends."

"On what?"

"Well, I do not know you. Do you ask this of women often?"

"This is my first time to be so explicit. So yearning."

"Why this time?"

"You are astoundingly attractive to me."

"Can I trust you to be discreet? Or, are you one of those men who will lick-and-tell?"

"I am not just an employee. I am a longtime friend of Charlie and Marge. We attended college together. I am staying here for a few days. My room is on the second floor near the rear of the house."

"Are you suggesting I should ask Charlie if he believes you would keep our confidence?"

"No."

"Marge?"

"No!"

By this time I could feel the tingle and the dampness between my legs. Would he be any good?

"Where will you be waiting to lick my pussy?"

"Use the far staircase and down the hall to the right, last door on the right."

Obviously, I was going to follow him, I am not one to turn down an orgasm. I was becoming excited enough to make it happen. A quick glass of wine and I was climbing stairs.

Once I entered his room, he wasted no time. He gently moved me to the bed, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. Steadying myself by leaning on his shoulders I stepped out of them Holding up my skirt up I sat on the bed as he knelt between my legs on the floor. I knew I was wet and ready when I felt the coolness of the air on my puss. I was very wet. As soon as I lay back on the bed and spread my legs I felt pussy juice between my cheeks and on my bum hole. I was ready for this.

He licked from bottom to top, on each side, on top of my lips. At least a dozen times from bottom to top on both sides. Most men do not pay enough attention to pussy lips.

I could just barely feel the pushing on my clit from the pressure of his tongue against my lips. This was exquisite. Just enough to tell me I would be cumming soon.

Then he pushed his tongue between my lips licking from my asshole, across my puss hole and piss hole and across my clit, to top of my puss lips, and then flattened his tongue over my clit and pushed.

I have had my puss licked and sucked in ways I prolly cannot find words for.

This guy was truly a puss whisperer.

He pushed his tongue into my pussy hole until his nose was rubbing my clit. Moving his tongue in and out of me. 'Oh yeah! This is what I want to be doing now!'

He grabbed both of my pussy lips and spread them wide, as he moved his mouth to cover my clit. He started slowly sucking and licking. I did not last long after this. A quick-onset orgasm surprised me. Just deep enough to stop my breathing for a moment.

And then his cock was sliding into me. Yes! This is a good idea! He entered me easily. I am always way wet after cumming. And I love a cock in my puss hole.

He was pushing in slowly and pulling out slowly. Whoa! I was ready to cum again! So soon? He increased his speed for a few strokes and just as I started to feel the gripping of my pussy muscles he pushed in deep and started squirting.

We were cumming together!

Oh, I really love that. It is always the best. It always makes my orgasms stronger. I work for it always.

He held still for a while, before he started to withdraw. But then pushed in again. And then another stroke. And another.

He was starting again!

I was not going to stop him. The more I cum the more I want to.

He pushed his left arm under my butt, gripping my ass, and leaned forward on his right arm, hand near my head. He pulled my butt off the bed and tight against him as he started pumping. Not fast, not slow, but deliberate. All the way in tight. All the way out. Fucking me just like I like it. The head of his penis rubbing the top of my vagina, along my special spot.

Sooner than I expected his breathing got louder as he increased his speed. I was clearly panting. I was going to cum again!

He suddenly pulled me extra tight against him, I could not move much and did not want too. He pushed in deep. Squashing my clit and puss lips. He was grinding against me.

And we were cumming together again!

Unbelievable! The best of the three for me; Intense, long, powerful, memorable.

He held still for a couple of minutes, his breathing slowing. He gently let down my butt and moved his arm. His cock slid out and he lay next to me quietly. Both of us truly sated. Still pulsing. Breathing deeply.

Not sure how long we lay there. I did not want to move. I was thinking of how I could get him to do all of that again. But we both had to get back to the party. Eduardo reached to a side table and pulled a few tissues from a box and held them on my puss, catching his cum and my pussy juice.

We had not said a word while in the room.

I walked down to the party, got a drink, and found my Robert. I had been gone less than thirty minutes. I had had three orgasms in less than thirty minutes. Not a record but way fun.

"Are you having a good time," he asked.

"Yes. I just had a great conversation with Eduardo. He has amazing linguistic skills."

I picked up another little quichy thingy, and wondered if I should serve them at my next party.

It is Great to be a woman.

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