Sensual Networking (Realistic Erotic Thriller)

Friday, April 1st, 2011 - APRIL FOOL'S DAY

Lying down all alone on a futon in what was his sister's old bedroom now converted into a TV room, Marcos lazily recalls the precious moments of a few hours ago. The memory brought on a smile to his face as he mentally praised himself, "I'm still The Man." The thoughts swelled his breast with pride: "Tonight I was back to my old self again! Been a long time since I got it on like that. Ah Sandra, sweet Sandra, you naughty little piece of heaven and hell!"

Besides being much prettier than he had figured her to be, the woman was hot to trot and a knockout in bed too. He closes his eyes. "I probably can still get my rocks off one more time just remembering our performance together." From the darkness, Sandra appears and mounts him again. The temptress takes her weight off him and starts to gallop leaving no alternative than to enjoy the ride. At 2:00 a.m., the room is pitch black but Marcos savors the memories again, while stroking his half-boner emulating the feeling of being inside her; it's warm, delightful, and incredibly sexy. The forty-something remembers when the vixen let out a cry - not too loud to seem fake nor too soft to miss its charm: "Oh my God, you got me going... you're so wonderful, it feels so good! I'm going to lose it!" And then she started to laugh, not a deep laugh mind you, but sort of giggle mixed in with sighs and words of passion, "Oh you're so hard.... so delicious.... you make it so right..."

In his colorful life, until a few hours ago, Marcos had never made anyone giggle that way, laughing aloud when she climaxed. The echo of that impertinent chuckle was still echoing around in his head. "It was so unexpected.... Was it for real? Could she be putting on a little show? I have had many women screaming, but chuckling is definitely a world's first. Are we going to meet again?"

Marcos mulls over as he visualizes, with the eye of the mind, assorted scenes of their torrid rendezvous: his heart racing with the anticipation of possessing such a beauty, his sweaty hands, their first eye contact. Marcos feels his eyes closing but still plays with himself, "perhaps I should call it a day?" However, for the dark-haired man sleep is not as simple; in his head, he still hears that wild laughter which now possesses him in permanent state of half-arousal. Marcos remembers the first time he got it off that night. He had planned to ask Sandra if he could, but she was so damn wonderful at it he had no choice but to finish in her mouth. "Heck, I should not worry. Any teenage girl does this nowadays and does not even make a face. In fact, I think it is the new norm. As common as trimming the pubic region. No sane person under seventy now lets the grass grow down there." Times have changed since I was her age, he ponders: "With the non-stop porn floating around on the net, these young Brazilian nymphos must be practicing on bananas to control the gag reflex."

Marcos' meandering mind traps him when he remembers his daughter will soon become a teenager herself, "How do ya' like them apples?" He tells himself to fuck off, shudders and shakes his head as if to shoo this conflicting notion away returning his attention to Sandra who proved to be a real trooper and stuck in there. She continued her mouth-work even after he had let go of his load. Marcos, as well, did not disappoint and endured the so-crucial post-orgasm minutes and stayed up! Perhaps not fully up but at least a good 60% of full power. A couple of minutes later, enjoying the caress and the vision of the woman's tongue encircling his manhood and he was ready for more action. Sandra did not appear surprised, but the girl must have been impressed: "After all, it's not any 42 year old who can get it off twice in a row, you know?"

During his thirties, bursting three or four times without a break for commercials was what he considered as par for the course. Unfortunately, this is becoming a distant past and a man cannot live on his old merits. The once-stud almost feels age creeping up on him. "At least I don't have to depend on the famous blue pill. At least not yet, that is. What I do need is a signed affidavit from some of my old girlfriends attesting to my amazing sexual prowess when I was younger, because for sure, nobody will ever believe half of it."