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ZooI was standing in a corner of Miserere Park, with a cigarette in my hand that I had lit up a few minutes ago. It wasn’t cold, but there was a cool breeze that felt nicely on my face. Sunset was over, all the street lights were already turned on. I was leaning against a street light post, while slowly absorbing the nicotine, not in a hurry, enjoying every puff. My eyes were going from one place to another in that area. I was always surprised by the kind of creatures that hang around there or similar areas. There is always something weird or new to see. It is like a delight for the eyes who can appreciate beauty in the most ordinary and bizarre things. Just delightful. 20 meters away I could see a guy sitting down against a red rusty blind of a closed shop. He had his eyes closed and seemed totally out of himself, barely supported by the fine balance of his head against the edge of the wall of the premises. He was like an object that someone abandoned there and no-one was even looking when passing by. He was wearing red trousers, and you could notice he was missing one of his feet, the right one. I dared to say that such a wound had not been so long ago since you could still see traces of scratches from the event that caused such an amputation.10 meters away from him, in a bar with a jukebox on the street, there was a woman late in her fifties, wearing clothes that were too tight, which highlighted her weird curves and dancing to the music. In the broken and worn out tables on the street, there were two old and fat men, drinking beer while watching and laughing at the woman. I could have guessed one of them was the owner of the bar, or at least the manager. He was wearing a shirt, with this boss attitude admiring what he worked so hard to get, drinking from a glass in large sips. This guy, smiling at his drinking partner, stood up and walked decided up to her on the street filled with dirt and papers, like it was a ballroom and someone had just started playing the most finest song. He stood behind the woman, who was still choosing songs, with a hand in his pocket and the other one leaning against the jukebox, with his pelvis centimeters away from the woman big ass, and started saying something in her ear. Just next to them there was a homeless man, with many bags and a huge coat, which I imagine was way too warm for that day, with a look on his eyes like someone who just hates being alive. If in that moment he had pulled out a knife and killed somebody, I wouldn’t have been surprised. I finished my cigarette while watching this beautiful scene with satisfaction, when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from her, Celeste, which I knew wasn’t her real name. We had started talking in a date app a few weeks ago, and we had arranged to meet there. Perhaps a lot of people like showing off when meeting new people and have dates in fancy and expensive places, where you can show your huge income and use this in the mating ritual. Clearly that was not my case, or maybe yes, but in a totally different way. For some reason I had developed this particular taste for mundane places, on dates that start from something less ostentatious and pretentious. One would think that the woman I was about to meet was also someone from a maybe lower class, who would not be surprised or frightened by coming out of the A line subway, in this area of town and at this hour. But all of the contrary, this girl was a girl that had never had anything missing and wouldn’t have to go through that never in her life. From what I could see in her photographs until then, holidays in the Caribbean, expensive cocktails bars and fancy dresses, she was a beautiful classy girl, with whom I could talk about many topics. We even had a similar taste for not very beautiful places, or nice to any of the senses. The text message said she was coming out of the subway station, so I decided to start walking towards there, until I saw her. Red hair, long neck (or maybe her short hair made it look that way) and a tight dress that without being too revealing showed she had a very nice figure. She looked like a lost lamb out of her comfort zone surrounded by all the weird people in there, all sweaty people running around in a hurry, pushing each other, trying to get home after a long day of work. bakırköy escort I raised my hand and smiled, and she did the same. We said hello with a kiss on the cheek, and started slowly walking towards the park. We walked without knowing where to go, just watching around like we had agreed to do, enjoying each other’s company. We started telling each other all the things happening around us that caught our attention. The urine odor in all the streets we walked on, people sleeping on the floor, not only homeless people, but people who were so drunk that they couldn’t even stand on their own. The hookers who had been working there for years, wearing spandex and chewing gum, waiting for their customers. “This is beautiful ”, I heard her whisper. I noticed her breath was getting faster, I sensed she was almost getting aroused. “It’s the first time I’m walking through this area”, she told me while softly stroking my hand, and I could feel the electricity between us. “I never had the courage to come here alone, and no-one would have understood why I would have wanted to come anyway” she continued. I liked the excitement in her voice, it was sweet and interesting, but not naive at all. We turned in the next corner and continued our walk. We went through the long lines of people waiting for different buses next to the street food stands with the smell of very old and used oil, that penetrated your nose. I watched a couple of sixteen year olds, she was clearly pregnant with her belly exploding under her shirt, and he had a big scar next to his left ear, they were both listening to music with headphones not even looking at each other. I thought what kind of future could be in that story, or if it was even important that there was one. When I turned to tell her that, I saw her already paying for two hamburgers in, what for me was the most unclean of all the food stands, with some cold lights that made it even more depressing, in a poetic way. With the hamburgers in her hands, she came to me and offered one. “My treat”, she said and I accepted. I made her signs to move towards the railings that guarded a statue. Leaning against it, we started tasting the hamburgers, which contrary to how they looked, tasted better than expected for some curious reason. No-one would have said that this delicate, intelligent, attractive woman could be having a date here, eating a greasy hamburger in the middle of a piss smelling park. We ate in silence while we watched the people walking around us and the mix of sounds that they made. “My life is almost always arranged, clean, surrounded by people who are the same, to the point where it seems that there is nothing outside that” she told me while cleaning her mouth with a napkin. “Mine is not a lot like that, but I understand what you mean” I told her, while I reached to touch the tip of her fingers to have some physical contact. I was feeling so attracted to her. The similar way we had of seeing the world filled me with pleasure, as if we were in a museum discussing the different strokes on a painting. I needed to feel her skin, I couldn’t bear to feel so physically distant from her. I stroked her nails, then her fingers until I reached her palm, where I touched her softly. Without looking at me she smiled, watching a big dog, that probably used to be white, a few meters away from us. It was, same as us, watching the people walking by. I took my phone out and looked for an address I had already saved in Maps, and showed it to her. She moved closer to the phone, which illuminated her face and let me see the lust in her eyes, smiling. She turned towards me and told me “I want to go”.We started walking again towards the corner grabbed by the hand. We waited for the street light to turn green and went to a less crowded area of the neighborhood. We walked through some dark allies, me with a little anxiety and my heart beating faster than usual. We crossed paths with some dark faces, creatures that looked at us in a weird way, even though I think she was the one that stood out in that environment. We turned in the next corner and a few meters away there was the entrance to the love hotel. It was one of the hotels with the lowest scores I found in Maps, and kind of the worst looking one. Before we went beşiktaş escort in, I grabbed her by the hand and made her lean against the wall, while I gave her a really deep kiss. She kissed me back grabbing my neck, playing with her tongue inside me, exchanging saliva back and forth in a soft but nasty way. She stopped being the apparently defenseless woman from a few seconds ago. We started to arouse each other with our bodies. “I really want to go inside” she told me, waking me up from my sexual trans. I moved away from her and let her enter before me. She opened the door and went inside without even thinking. Inside, there was a long hallway with soft red light which barely let you see some of the doors. A few meters inside we saw the reception, where an old man and an eighteen year old girl were asking for a room. “Hey miss, the room is costing me more than the girl, can you lower me the price?” He said without patience. They discussed for a few minutes with the person behind the desk, who I couldn’t see properly, but he finally paid for the room. “Let’s go girl” he told her grabbing her ass. She started walking next to him without saying anything. We went to the front desk where the lady told us there were only 3 rooms available while chewing and eating a cookie. “Okay, I want the cheapest” I told her pointing to where the keys were hanging. “They are all the same, k**” she answered grabbing one of the keys. “Room 203, and you have to pay in advance” she continued. We walked down the hallway and went up the old-red carpeted stairs. The soft light made the place look like from another world, together with the sounds and knocking against the walls that you could hear, that sounded like very old beds moving. I was very hard already, barely hiding my excitement by the situation, the place, and her. You could see it all over my pants and I wanted her to feel it. In front of the door, before going in I grabbed her waist and pushed myself against her ass. She leaned against the door and pushed and moved even harder. I could see how she was hypnotized by the situation too, by the place and everything. She turned and kissed my neck. I grabbed her ass and moved my hands slowly down her legs, until I could go under her dress. I passed my fingers through her totally wet underwear. She moaned and I began to touch her, leaning against the door. I liked feeling how she moved and arched her body with pleasure. I felt her hands in my waist, touching my lower belly with her perfect nails and unbuttoning my pants. She zipped me down and started touching my balls with her hands. She felt totally confident doing that. Looking me straight in the eyes, she grabbed the hand I was touching her with, and put the fingers in her mouth playing with her tongue, without stopping to touch me. For a second there it felt like she was going to make my balls fall out of place with the excitement she was touching them, and that even sounded tempting. “Let’s go inside” I told her, and I opened the door. We walked in without letting go of each other until I was able to close the door with my leg. The room had very bad decoration, like very old furniture, a very old and rusty bed cover, and a window with the curtains closed from where you could hear the city sounds. She went on her knees the second we went in and pulled down my pants. She moved her face against my underwear, smelling the fabric and feeling my very hard cock. She moved her face along all of it, getting to my balls. “I always wanted to do this” she said while she smelled all of me. She softly bitted my cock, through my underwear fabric, and starting pulling it down. She moved her face against me again, against my pubic hair, smelling and tasting everything, until she put my cock in her mouth and started sucking it in a very soft but very deep way. I liked how she did it and couldn’t stop looking at her and the room, everything was overwhelming. I was exploiting excitement. I grabbed her by the neck and made her stand up again. I leaned her against the door and started playing with her ass while she moved it against me. I spread her legs and moved her dress up to feel her wet underwear again. I moved my fingers to her pussy and felt her twist her body, while feeling every piece of meat there. beylikdüzü escort I went down on my knees and moved her thong to put my tongue inside her. I started tasting her like she was the tastiest nectar I had ever tried. And it totally felt like that, with a slightly salty taste, and a nice perfume that was coming out of her. I moved my tongue through her labia and then her clitoris, pressing there but not too hard. I opened her ass with my hands and it looked beautiful. Like one of those asses in porn movies you can’t actually believe it’s real. I started licking her asshole and I could see how she liked it, how she wanted me to go deeper. I did so, while pressing my fingers harder against her clitoris. She started moaning ver loud and shouted like I had hit her very hard, followed by a very particular howl, like an a****l who is warning another one of something. “Sit on the corner of the bed”, she told me while moving to the side and taking off her underwear. Even though I tend to have control over the situation when I’m having sex with someone, this time it felt different. I wasn’t in control and I didn’t have to be in control. I just obeyed her and sat down in the bed, not even noticing I hadn’t taken off my pants and underwear yet. She moved her dress up and sat down on my lap, putting my dick inside her. With only one movement she took off my shirt. I don’t have a very worked out body, so I wasn’t very confident next to her. She started moving up and down, stroking my chest and kissing my neck. I put my hand on her tits that had the perfect size. She started moving faster, moaning and shouting. I was barely controlling my orgasm, and without being able to warn her I came inside her. I could tell how she felt me coming and started moving harder, until she came too, scratching my back, completely soaked in sweat. She stayed there for a couple of seconds, trying to breathe again, until she stood up and my sperm came down to the floor. She looked at it and smiled. “Don’t worry about it” she told me and went to the bathroom with different kinds of fluids running down her thighs. I laid down in bed and relax there looking at the ceiling with water leaks stains that had different shapes, like clouds. In one of them I could see something resembling a dog, or something more like a wolf. Another one was shaped like a human being, even though I couldn’t tell if it was more like a men or a women. There was also a kind of a rabbit. I watched that for a couple of seconds more in silence, while I started hearing the city sounds again, together with the other lovers in the building. I heard the sound of the toilet, and she came out. “I should get going” she told me, as she put her underwear again. “Me too” I answered, even though it wasn’t true, and sat down. I grabbed the sheets, wiped myself and put my clothes back on. When we were going out of the room, she turned back and gave a sweet kiss on the lips. “Thank you”, she told me, touching my cheek softly. We went out of the building and walked towards the subway station. The streets felt lonelier than ever. “You choose the perfect place” she said, filling in the silence. “Yes, but there are even more murky places to visit”, I answered. She nodded. We got to the corner, and waited a few seconds so the light turned green. When cars started moving again, she raised her hand and stopped a taxi. Before she climbed inside, she turned back and kissed my cheek, “I had a really nice time” she told me. I stood there waiting for the taxi to go. She looked at the shops on the streets and then me, while she moved away smiling with satisfaction. I didn’t move for a few seconds, thinking about everything that had happened and I lit a cigarette. I took a few deep puffs trying to clear my mind. I walked down to the street and saw the bar with the jukebox again. Now there were more people sitting there and Cumbia music was playing in the speakers. The guy without his feet wasn’t there anymore but there were two girls sitting on the streets smoking and drinking wine out of a box. One of them looked at me and smiled. Suddenly I realized. I was part of the landscape for Celeste. I started walking slowly thinking about it. I was surprised how everyone sees things, objects and people in a different way. When I walked past next to the girls, one of them asked me for a cigarette. I gave it to her, and ask for some wine in return. She passed me the box of wine and I took a zip. I don’t think I ever tasted worst wine than that. “Thank you” I told her, and started to walk away, as I light another cigarette and dodged the bar tables.

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