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1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-3-384-30732-3
Verlag: tredition
Format: EPUB
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Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures - Naked Illustrations
E-Book, Englisch, Band 139, 112 Seiten
ISBN: 978-3-384-30732-3
Verlag: tredition
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
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Diary of a Puritan
Ch. 1: Spying on Mafe
That day that I could see in high definition the water running down her back towards her wide ass, that I could appreciate her almost non-existent breasts covered by the foam made by the soap, that I could observe her white legs in their true dimension; that day I was really happy.
I don't know how I dared to spy and record Mafe, but I was so obsessed with her that it was inevitable. I still keep that video as a priceless treasure, as a masterpiece of my admiration for Mafe's beauty.
And that was just the first time I could appreciate her humanity in almost all its splendor, then I got to do it in the front row, and each time it was simply wonderful, but before giving those details, I feel obliged to tell who Mafe is and why she is so special.
Mafe and I met at our workplace, which at the time was a multinational company dedicated to food processing; production, distribution and sale of cookies, sausages, coffee, chocolate, etcetera.
We both worked as commercial advisors, that is to say, as salesmen. At that time, when we met, I was about 25 years old and Mafe was 24. At the beginning we were not going to get along well, the truth is I do not know why, because I put my efforts to have a good relationship, since for work reasons it was more than necessary a good relationship, but it was not so. Mafe simply did not like me, and we had a couple of clashes in those first days of living together at work.
But this climate of tension between us changed radically with a group outing with the other coworkers, in which liquor was obviously going to play a determining role in changing the appreciation I had for each other.
The change was total, because Mafe and I became great friends, she began to confide in me her thoughts, her dramas, her experiences, and her daily life.
Gaining her trust and friendship also allowed me to get to know her weaknesses and her complexes. One of them was her weight, or rather her figure, because she perceived herself as an obese woman. And although she had one or two extra kilos, the reality was that she was far from being just that, an overweight woman. But many times problems of self-esteem and self-perception play tricks on us.
It is true that she was a thick girl, but in my opinion, she did not cross that thin line between a chunky girl, generous with flesh, and an obese girl bullied by the majority.
Mafe had fleshy legs, very well contoured, perhaps her biggest flaw was her extreme paleness, for those who consider that might be a flaw; for me they were simply perfect. I considered it a first class luxury to see them when Mafe decided to wear skirts. It was even harmful to me, because more than once I had to find a way to hide the erection I got when I saw those monumental legs. Maybe they were her best attribute, although her ass was not at all despicable, since it was wide, solid, but it did not reach perfection because of its shape, since it did not have that curvature that characterizes a perfect ass. Her hips, in accordance with her body, were wide, fleshy; it was a fantasy to dream of having them between her hands, and a luxury to see them move when Mafe walked.
Her abdomen was far from being toned, it was really flabby, but at the same time it was far from being a horrendous belly, which was more or less how she perceived it. It is undeniable that she had some excess flesh, but nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it could be said that she had a sensual tummy. Her breasts were practically nonexistent, they stood out enough to differentiate them from a man's chest, but evidently they were not her greatest attribute.
And while her legs were a sight to behold, the best thing about Mafe was her face. Just as pale as her legs and the rest of her body, but carved by the gods themselves; with supremely fine features; a fleshy lower lip and a medium-sized upper lip, which also usually looked very sensual because of the way Mafe wore her makeup, almost always having a fiery pink color. Her nose was equally fine, with no irregularities or unwanted curvatures. Her eyes, of a light brown, were of medium size, though certainly elongated. What surely made them seem more beautiful was the length of her eyelashes, which gave a certain touch of mysticism and sensuality to her gaze. Mafe's face as a whole was simply elegant, and if we add to that her white and almost perfect smile, we are talking about a weapon of seduction in every sense of the word.
Her hair was long, straight and dark blonde, if such a shade exists, I would rather say it was of a beautiful golden color, which cut perfectly with her white and delicate face. Sometimes adorned by a tiara, but generally loose, clean and well cared for.
To all this flattering description I have to add her way of dressing, which was demure and elegant, without leaving aside the sensuality, but prioritizing to look like a sophisticated woman, which in me generated a greater morbidness at the time of fantasizing about her.
Gaining her trust was my first great triumph, because as I said before this allowed me to know her desires, her fears, her desires, her weaknesses, in general her way of being.
I understood that at that time she had a big complex about her weight, and in my favor was the fact that I was in great physical shape. I had been training for years and the results were obvious. I had filled my house with gym equipment and clothes: bars, discs, bench (for bench presses, among others), dumbbells, machines (treadmill, elliptical). And I had been doing a disciplined workout for years, which I may have reduced over the years, but without ever abandoning it.
She knew of my perseverance and need to keep in shape, not only because of what she could see with her eyes, but also because we occasionally talked about it, to such an extent that I offered her my help, advice and training to overcome her complexes. She rejected my offer on a couple of occasions, but her obsession reached a point where she had no choice but to accept, because the classic training in a gym had always been too much for her, she had always ended up giving up.
I gave him the classic talk about the importance of nutrition, warning him that 80% of success was in this aspect while the remaining 20% was in physical training. I also insisted again and again that the complex was to resist at least three workouts of a muscle group, then the body would adapt. But what I emphasized the most was to motivate her, because I really considered her my friend, I really wanted to train her.
And the reward was even greater when the workouts started and I saw her for the first time in her workout clothes. Seeing those legs lined in that lycra (tights, leggings, leggings) was a real prize. Seeing her in that outfit gave me the opportunity to size up her legs, her buttocks, her hips, her vulva, in short, her whole body, in a way I had never been able to do before. The other part of her outfit was a top, relatively large, because for a top it covered a large part of her chest, but left her abdomen, her waist, her back and part of her shoulders largely uncovered.
She lived relatively close to my house, so the plan was to leave work and go immediately to my house to train.
That first evening of training made it very difficult for me to perform the routine, because seeing her dressed like that upset me; the erection was inevitable and uncontrollable, so before starting the training I had to lock myself in the bathroom and pour some cold water to calm down.
It was a necessity to calm myself down, because I was sure that if I was in evidence with Mafe, they would finish before starting the training and I would surely gain a reputation of depraved inside the company. Besides, I must warn that Mafe was a very devout and very pious girl, so she would probably see such a situation with bad eyes. As the days went by, though, she would let me know how wrong I was.
I have always divided my workouts into four main days, dedicating each of them to work certain muscle groups. At that time I considered it essential to dedicate Mondays to leg training, primarily because it is the most complex training, and finishing it first fills you with confidence to do the other routines with some slack. Also because I considered it pertinent that the training of the legs was far away from the weekend, because on the weekend you can go dancing, go play soccer with friends or get laid occasionally, and for none of these activities it was convenient to be with pain in the legs. But starting to train Majo with a leg routine was surely going to scare her off, so I decided to change the order I was giving my workouts.
I opted then to organize a training schedule in which on Mondays I worked biceps and triceps, on Tuesdays shoulders and back, on Wednesdays chest, and on Thursdays legs. The abdomen I trained every day, and cardiovascular exercise, although it has always made me very lazy, is also assigned half an hour a day.
So on that occasion we started with a biceps, triceps and abdominal workout. I knew it wouldn't take much work, and it would give her confidence.
For the one who was very difficult was for me, who found it very hard to concentrate to avoid getting aroused at the sight of Mafe's flesh jiggling with the workout. I don't know why the sight of her sweating also made me hot, but it did, so I went through more than one anguish that day to conceal how much that situation turned me on. However, I feel that I got around the difficulties very well, because Mafe never noticed what she was provoking in me.
When we finished the routine, Mafe was drenched in sweat, so I gently offered her to take a shower before going home. She agreed because she was...
