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The day was nice. The sun seemed happily from the sky and only a few, soft -looking clouds, tried to compete against the warm rays of our central star. But they lost every attempt to darken it. They simply dissolved as if they had never been there and left nothing more than a light blue sky tent.
My mood matched. With slight steps I slowly trotted along the way in the park. Not that fast today, because it was too warm for that. Otherwise I always ran early in the morning or in the late afternoon to escape the heat of summer.
Only today was it different. For whatever reason. I can’t say that anymore. I just had the need to run, foot in front of foot at a pleasant speed.
Then I overtook a group of people swinging people. People and female were there and stabbed holes in the sand of the path. Somehow it always seemed ridiculous to me, especially since most of them were no different than if they hiked. I had always imagined that the movement would be different.
But far from it.
I still had to smile about it when I turned the next way. I switched from the previous path that was only sparsely overgrown to one that was bottered. As with an avenue, the branches of the trees combined me over me and formed a natural roof.
Only steamed the light through the leaves over me and did not let the sun rays to the ground anymore. At the moment it got a little cooler, which was quite pleasant for me.
Just a few steps further, no loudly penetrated my ears anymore. Only the monotonous crunching under my soles could be clearly heard on which I concentrated on.
So I almost startled when I came past a bank and saw a man sitting there.
There was actually nothing special about him. He only sat there and read in a book, whereby he was not particularly noticed by my appearance. Not that I was air for him, he looked at me briefly and then looked back into the pages lying on his legs.
I think he even looked at me a little annoyed because I disturbed his calm with my trample. However, I couldn’t follow this long, because a short time later I was past him and jogged my way.
Strangely enough, he sticked to me in my head and I took him home, so to speak, without being able to say why.
The next day I trotted off at the same time.
Not my time, as I said, but the man was still in my head and I wanted to check if he was back.
Half an hour later I turned again, this time with palpitations around the corner. Step by step I came closer, however, this time much more attentively than the day before. And right, he was sitting there again.
But this time he did not starve into a book, but had closed his eyes as if he slept.
I fell into a slower type of transportation so as not to be so loud. I could only hear myself very quietly when I slowly passed him.
Only now could I take a closer look at it.
Size average, somewhat older, three -day beard and relatively short hair, clothing of the season appropriate.
And I was already past him, I thought I could see that his eyes opened. Only very briefly and not complete, but far enough to see me.
Then I should have turned my head to continue watching it, but that means I would have revealed myself.
He shouldn’t know that I was able to do it.
Slowly I really wondered what was so special about him. He was a normal man, nothing seemed to be special about him. So what was it that made him interesting for me? I could brood as much as I wanted, I just didn’t get on it. However, more days would come and I would get it out.
So it went for a few days. Always at the same time I ran past him quietly and every time he watched me. First only with half -closed eyes, then later with open. I believed that I could see a growing interest in his eyes.
When I came around the corner, he looked at me now and then nodded briefly in my direction. I nodded back slightly and was so happy that he even perceived me that I had aroused interest in him. But what actually? I had no idea. Only my innermost said to me again and again: “Go there, show you!”
And it became more and more crazy.
I wasn’t just getting past him more and more slowly. I even started to emphasize my go. My hip gathered more than usual and I further stretched out my chest than usual. Wanted to stage my charms and present me, wanted to show what I had.
In any case, it seemed to him. He watched me with greater interest, although it actually only took seconds. Nevertheless he was there again and again and I always came over at the same time.
Next time I stopped on the other side of the path and started doing some exercises.
I stretched and stretched my body and sunbathed in his admiration. Even if I could often not see him, I knew exactly that he watched me exactly. Especially when I bumped into the opposite tree with my arms and went down deeply, I thought he was feeling his gaze about hiking.
Then came other walkers along this path I trotted leisurely and came back a few minutes later to resume my exercises in the same place.
I didn’t want to withhold movement from me that I had previously come up with, because in the meantime something like a script had nestled in my head. If I was at home, I started writing this and already painted what I would do next time and was looking forward to his reactions. Although I had hardly recognized any so far. He just sat there and watched me.
But maybe it was the reason why I became more and more revealing. Nothing happened that I would not have wanted. No word was changed.
I was the active, he was the passive. Whereby the role of the active people became more and more interesting for me.
If I could determine the further events and as long as it stayed that way, I would continue to play the game. I just didn’t know where the game was leading, only the rules I wanted to set up. If he didn’t stick to it, it would be over. So it became more and more a imagination that I could actually let off steam.
The evening before, implemented the next day.
The longer I did it, the more addicted I became after that. Maybe it was the type of admiration for me that made me blaze when I just thought of it. But maybe the idea of what options would still open up.
The next day was roaring hot. The air seemed to be standing and in the sun it was actually not to be endured. Still, I had to go to the park. There was simply nothing going on.
So this time I put on as easily as possible. A sleeveless top, just held by two thin straps and belly -free, plus sports pants that scoffed her description as pants. In addition the obligatory white socks and my white sporty treads.
So dressed, if you can call it that, I trotted again to sweat heavily after just a few minutes.
The water ran down my back and I knew exactly why I never normally ran around this time. But on the other hand it didn’t matter to me either. The advantage of today was that hardly anyone was traveling, at least no athletes. They preferred to stay at home, which was actually reasonable because only idiots ran around now, or people who looked like it than if they wanted to jog, but actually had a little different.
So I totally turned into my way and ran slowly towards the bench on which he was already sitting on. He had dressed more airier than usual, but despite the heat, he had still long pants, but they seemed to be very airy. This time at least not a shirt, but a plain-colored T-shirt. Likewise, his feet were in light shoes.
At least so he had also noticed that it was incredibly warm.
Satisfied with me and the world this time I did not stand on the other edge of the path, but in the middle of this. So maybe I was only two, a maximum of three meters away from him. I had never come so close to him and again a shower ran over my back.
This time I looked him deep into his eyes and thought to recognize the color. Although it was always stupid here and I was still a little further away from him, I believed to recognize fawn brown, warm eyes. At least my senses gave me this to me.
I started moving in front of him with a pounding heart now.
First I let my hips circle again, where I switched from little to more and then switched to squats first. I repeated this until the sweat ran down my body again. The unusual heat and its admiring looks also heated me up.
Deeply breathed, I stood upright in front of him and started littering with fuselage after a few seconds. I made sure that he could look at me straight into the top.
The further I bowed down, the more he could see from me. I kept my head as high as possible. When I am the first time Log down, a shower ran over my body again. I had the certainty that he looked at me in my top and my breasts could feel my eyes.
It started to tingle in my nipples and they contracted and stiffened. When I came up again, he could see exactly how they pressed against the thin fabric from the inside and tried to push through.
With more and more pleasure I leaned back to touch the tips of the shoes with my fingertips. I took a lot of time.
Nobody really came in the weather that bothered us and so I could remove my show further. Several repetitions followed. Only then did I turn around one hundred and at the same practice and presented my butt in the same exercise, whereby I thought I could see how my plump baking presented his eyes.
After repeating this exercise several times, I turned back to the certainty that he would still sit there motionless.
And he did that, which could not be hidden, the bump, which was now clearly emerging, was on his pants. But even when I stared at her just a tiny moment, it didn’t seem to be embarrassing. Shouldn’t it, rather I would have been disappointed. So much animation on my part and no reaction would have been disappointing.
So I looked over it with joy and started to make a few more hulls. I thought he deserved it. So down again, although I was completely finished from the effort. But this time it happened.
While I arrived at the deepest point, my breasts slipped out of their coating and hung freely below me. With an insane tingling on my skin, I slowly picked up my upper body without putting them back into their packaging. Slightly trembling I came into the vertical to present my two twins. A thousand ants ran over my skin and despite the heat I got goose bumps when I was completely just ahead of him and his eyes felt on me.
The nipples contracted even more and radiated exciting feelings into my body.
It wasn’t until two minutes later I put them back where they belonged, turned me up slowly and trotted back the way back. Only very slowly, because my inner heat seemed to have arrived at the boiling point and I thought I would have to burst soon. In any case, my overpressure valve did not work properly and so I needed some relaxation to be able to drain the pressure.
As so often recently, I almost couldn’t expect to be back home.
In my four walls alone I slipped out of my things and ran into the shower. Here I would be as much as possible, with my hands walking around on my skin longer than it was necessary for the cleanliness. I linger excited and trembling particularly in the most sensitive areas. I even increased my inner heat slightly friction.
Even if I then turned out the hot water and only stood under the cold, the fire could not be extinguished in me. It only tingled all the more on the skin that contracted. The meat underneath was firmly packed and in turn pressed against it.
As soon as I was out of the shower and dried halfway, I ran more than I went to my bed and threw myself on it.
As soon as I could wait and already my one hand drove between my trembling open thighs while the other took care of the twins. Again a shower ran over my body and a thousand needles stitches stood from the inside. Waves of heat and cold pulled over me, more and more reinforced by the song, which my fingers drummed on my pleasure pearl. Already dismissed my throat a slight moan, which increased.
Then the fingers left the pea and dived into my wetness.
How beautiful was this first sliding into it, this first stretch, which I reinforced by spreading my two penetrating fingers. At the same time, I put my thumb back on the stiffened button, which mighted after touch.
It was increasingly powerful in me, incredibly strong feelings flooded my body into the last angle.
No square centimeter skin, no muscle fiber seemed to be left out. I was waiting for the explosion to the highest stimulated.
She came when I saw myself how I pulled myself out of the man and looked into his deep eyes. This idea alone was completely enough to bring me over the mountain tip.
It broke out somewhere deeply and flooded me with a violence like rarely before.
A long -drawn scream detached from my lips and I passed into twitches.
The next day, it started to rain. At first only a little drizzle, more like thin fog, then the drops became thicker and it really started to rain, so that my mood sank towards the zero point.
I just couldn’t imagine that he was back on the bench would sit. But I wanted to try it anyway, even if I would get wet. In any case, it was still warm and so I trotted lightly dressed. Just a few minutes later I was really soaked and the well -cut top was slowly but surely transparent.
Even if I hardly saw it myself, the reactions of the few men I walked changed. They got big, round eyes that stick on my breasts.
I was completely aware of it and I was almost proud of it because I saw it as a kind of recognition. If you look at me, you should see what you wouldn’t get. Maybe I triggered something in them and I came up with the idea of how they did good for themselves or after a long time slept again with their women while they had me in mind as a picture.
When I turned into my way in the park, I was completely soaked and the moisture surrounded every place in my body. My top and the shorts were just two pieces of wet fabric and the free places shone with moisture.
From a distance I saw him sitting on the bench and my heart began to knock more again. However, I also had to smile a little.
It just looked too strange as he was sitting there. The picture of the poor poet from Spitzweg went through my head immediately, because he was sitting there with a huge umbrella. Not such a small umbrella that you carried with it, no, a large, at least three meters in diameter. Unifarbles kept in gray and actually a parasol that was impregnated by it, because the water only dripped down on the side and soaked the fabric.
To do this, he had rammed the stem into the ground at the end of the bench and sat right next to it. Reading he only worked together when he heard me. With a slow movement, he carefully put it next to him and looked towards me.
Despite the moisture, I was warm, because running alone was already at temperature and now my increasing excitement was added.
Certainly I always got red when I arrived here, but that didn’t bother him.
When I was arriving in front of him, I was standing in front of him again on the middle of the path and stretched me a few times by raising my arms as high as possible as possible. The contours of my breasts lived away from me and the swelling nipples stood out through the fabric. However, it shouldn’t stay that way.
I looked to the left and right if someone came. Then stretch the last time, my hands drove to the thin wearers and I slowly pulled the top upwards. I pulled it up very slowly after centimeters, stayed for a little moment when the hem of my breasts touched, and only then pulled it up.
Just the idea that he could now feel it again with his eyes and the uncertainty whether someone would come and saw me prompted my body to heat up.
My heart began to beat faster and I felt my blood pumped through my veins faster and when I was a heartbeat when I pulled the top completely from my upper body. Only then did I let my hands sink and stood there naked at the top.
Only now did I look him back in the eyes, which, however, did not see my mine. They hung on my breasts as if spellbound and examined every square centimeter.
I then had the feeling that his gaze stroked me physically, whereupon a shower ran through me.
Probably for a minute I stopped deep and just looked to the left and right once again, but luckily nobody came again. The weather was just too deterrent, which was absolutely right for me. Only after a minute has passed did I started to turn a little back and forth.
He should see me from every perspective, sometimes from right, sometimes from left. In the same way I leaned more or leaned back as far as possible.
Then when I short lock my eyes, I could see both from a different perspective. He, how he stared at me and I, who stood in front of him with shiny skin and put me on his eyes with shiny skin.
Yes, this was the right expression. I gave myself his eyes, felt on me and enjoyed it to be scattered by them. At that moment I wanted to be caressed from his eyes, wanted to be taken from him, wanted to feel him everywhere, on and under the skin.
The idea was powerful and let me shiver.
Heat ran through me and collected in my lap. I had the impression that something contracted in me and waited that someone pulled the trigger in order to be able to relieve the tension with one sudden.
A hand was almost unconsciously hiked to my shorts and slipped, not stopped by the rubber. The other turned alternately on my breasts and began to stroke it while I was slowly crouching.
Once there, my hand in my pants got better to what she was looking for. The access was free now and I started to spoil myself here too. I did not feel tender as usual, but wanted it to be quick and hard, because I didn’t know if anyone else would come. So I rubbed myself as quickly as possible and with as high pressure as I could just stand it.
It was a race with time and it came faster than I thought. The unusual situation accelerated my excitement many times over. It broke out almost immediately when I opened my eyes again briefly and watched him rubbed over the bump of his pants. Just with your hands over the fabric.
At the idea of what happened under the fabric, it was then. I dismissed a suppressed moan and the waves of redemption collapsed above me. As soon as I could still keep myself on my feet, but still made it and enjoyed the flooding feelings in this rather uncomfortable location.
But not long and I had to force myself to become clear again.
The risk of discovery was still there and theoretically increases every further minute. So I pulled my hand out of my pants almost hastily and grabbed my top on the floor. Although now dirty from the path, I quickly pulled it back over my upper body and got up. With a smile on my lips, which was intended for him, I looked at him again and began to move away from him.
Just in time, as I then stated, because only a hundred meters further a group of hikers came towards me who could not be prevented from the weather. Was lucky.
If the next day broke, I could hardly wait to get rid of it again. I became more restless from hour to hour. But unfortunately the time passed slower.
At first she was only dripped, so she thickened to a mushy mass that no longer wanted to drop down. Every look at the clock became agony, every jerk of the second pointer became a martyrdom, because I was sure that the time was working against myself to torture me.
Nothing would get going earlier because he really always came at the same time. Once I hadn’t been able to wait and had broken up an hour earlier, but he hadn’t been there yet.
So it wasn’t worth it, I knew that exactly and that was exactly what was all the more tormented.
Finally the hands jerked the position that was the start signal for me. Almost head over head I left my home and started my tour. I had to say again and again that I wasn’t allowed to run faster.
I would arrive too early and that was not good. So lower the speed a little again and think of something differently. Easier said than done.
Again and again I looked at my wristwatch and I put one foot in front of the other and tried to take the time carefully.
Not be too early, but also not too late. The way it looked, he was a man who took it exactly with something like that. Why not. So he was reliable for me.
He was there, I knew exactly and so I couldn’t experience a disappointment. To be meticulously had its advantages and I now enjoyed them all the more.
It was still raining this morning, but luckily the rain had stopped for an hour and the sky loosen up. Even a few small bruises could already be seen through which the first rays of suns met the earth.
A smell of renewal was in the air, and when I arrived in the park, he strengthened even more. The aroma of wet, fertile earth and damp leaves moved into my nose. A fragrance that included the growing of the plants. Shortly before I turned around the corner, the fragrance of pine needles even mingled.
But I was no longer aware of it, because I had been concentrating more on something else for some time, but was very disappointed when I saw that nobody was sitting on the bench from afar.
For me a small world collapsed and I just couldn’t believe it. If I had been convinced of his reliability before, she was now kicked with feet.
I sinked into me, I approached the place of my past amusements and stopped in front of the bank when I thought he would sit there only I could not see him.
At least that’s how I tried to feel his presence, but there was nothing. No unusual fragrance and no message that I had hoped, as always it should look.
Feared as I was, I turned away and just wanted to continue running, when I saw something in the grass lying next to the bank from the corner of my eye. I didn’t notice it at first because I had concentrated on the bench and hadn’t respected.
In addition to the bank, an arrow was placed from three thin branches that showed between the trees behind the bank.
You couldn’t see far, because the undergrowth was just too tight and the leaves of the low plants did the rest. But I then thought to discover a kind of tramble path as if someone there had been running there recently. It just looked a little darker than the rest and continued into the thicket.
Without thinking about what could happen, I followed this path, which showed me even more arrows that I was on the right track. I became more and more curious about what would wait for me in the end.
I was not afraid, not even a approach of worries that couldn’t be from him. Who else should come up with the idea here in this, our place?
Curiosity drove me further into the thicket and then stopped surprised. In front of me there were ancient rhododendrons in full bloom. They shone red and white and a light, sweet fragrance was in the air, the sun had now come out fully and seemed on the sea of flowers.
I stopped for a moment and was amazed at these large plants that I had never seen in size. They formed a dome that kept everything hidden underneath, but that’s where the next arrow I got to see showed. So I loosened from the sight and walked through the leaf wall with a strange feeling, because I didn’t know what to expect.
As soon as I walked through the leaves and flower wall, a little twilight, which was only broken through a few rays of sunshine, which managed to get through the almost dense roof. How long, narrow fingers broke through, they the insulating light.
It took me a little moment to get used to the sudden change. Only then could I really look around. The floor was completely dry and without further vegetation. Too little light penetrated here.
Fewer tribes of the rhododendrons rose from the ground when I thought and began to branch in about two and a half meters. So it was relatively easy to walk around without always running or stuck somewhere. In any case, there was a lot more space than one would have thought from the outside.
Then I saw him.
He was sitting on one of the tribes and looked at me. No book this time, no emotion as always.
Only now did I really realize how alone we both were here. Only briefly came to my mind what could happen, but it disappeared like in the fluid, because I just couldn’t imagine that something I couldn’t want.
He had had opportunities for that and wouldn’t have been waiting for that long. So I went over the few steps to him and pulled my top over my head, because nobody would bother us here. The probability of what is far too small, I was convinced of that.
About a meter before him, several sun rays broke through the canopy and I stood there right there. I stood there as on a stage and I started moving in the light, turned in front of him in a circle and leaned back and forth, as I had done so often.
It was the way for me to start wherever I stopped. A show on guessing, so to speak, and it excited me very much, because I didn’t know what the final of the performance would look like yet. This tension followed me every day and made the next one to his festival.
Then I crouched and picked up my two twins with my hands. They felt so good.
They felt warm, soft and at the same time firm and completely filled the palms. So I presented her to him and offered her eyes.
Then I grabbed the nipples with your thumb and index finger and rolled it back and forth, whereby I twisted into it very easily. Immediately they sent signals to me and then densely compacting at the point between my legs.
It started to insist there and the bloodstream made the skin swell. The fabric of my underpants rubbed over it when I now let my hips circle again.
Then I just couldn’t help it anymore. My hands slipped down to the waistband of the pants.
Here they stayed for a little moment to enjoy it and increase the tension. Both he and I should have some of it when the show accepted a new dimension. At least I really thought it was.
Only then did I give myself a jerk and hooked my thumb into the waist.
Slowly, very slowly I pulled her down, centimeters after centimeter I bare more of my abdomen, exactly how he would watch me now. I thought I felt his breathless tension.
Then came the most exciting moment. I revealed my groin area even slower than before.
The fabric continued to slip down and put my biggest secret, my greatest treasure free. Goosebumps ran over my body when I felt the somewhat cooler air between my legs.
It was no longer standing, I leaned down now and pulled my pants down much faster to pull them over my jogging shoes. I wanted to overcome this little exciting sight as soon as possible so that he can then offer it all the more.
I was already ready and stood in front of him again. At first I just stood there and let myself be viewed and then pulled my arms on the side of the body slowly turning me. Not only my front, but also my downside should not be hidden from him. So I proudly showed him my body.
I had worked for years that he looked as he was. Ms.lich and sporty at the same time. Fixed the meat under the skin, however, elastic enough to illustrate every rounding that belonged where it was.
I took his eyes towards his attention when I had turned completely again, because his eyes seemed to shine to shine.
They sparkled in the dim light, at least I had the impression.
Again I could see the bump on his pants. If not, I would have been disappointed too. Then my effect would be evaporated and everything would have made no sense.
His excitement became part of mine.
Then I crouched because I didn’t want to sit on the floor here either. But that doesn’t matter either. I would also be able to show him what I had.
Slowly I opened my legs in front of him. The knees continued to remove each other and released what should be explored by his eyes. Open and freely I would reveal everything that I was hidden from him. And so I spread my legs as far as possible.
Unfortunately this position was very shaky and so I let my arms sink back and leaned onto my elbows. So I was able to continue to apart and open my feet and open myself even more for him.
And so I offered myself to see who immediately went on the journey to explore my body. At first he looked me in my eyes again, but not long and they hiked over my neck and lingered a moment between and on my breasts.
But not long and they continued to march over my navel.
I had the impression again as if I felt it physically. I thought I was able to follow the path precisely. Like the bundled rays of the sun through a burning glass, his gaze pulled over me and stopped for a moment in front of my shame.
If I hadn’t known it otherwise, I would have believed that his eyes were trembling and it didn’t dare to go on. Or was it just the enjoyment that prevented him from exceeding the border immediately? Whatever he was going through his head, it was tempted to wait.
But then he gave himself a jerk and with a slight flicker in the pupils, he crossed the border and slowly moved over the area, which presented himself to his interest. No hair disturbed the sight, nothing blocked the view.
As open as I was able to do, I offered myself and he chose it. He enjoyed seeing me, exploring my secret and literally giving up my sight.
I was so busy observing him that I hadn’t noticed that he had opened his pants and his hand was working in it. So it stimulated him so that he just couldn’t stand it this time.
Again a feeling of pride rose in me and strengthened my feelings by a few stages. A warm feeling flooded me, which I only knew when something stirred me in a very specific way. For example, it appeared when I saw a couple that apparently loved to or loved themselves. Then it came over me.
It was the same here.
Now I didn’t care. I lay down on the ground that felt cool on the back, which was a blessing in my situation. I was already heated enough anyway and so it was very located and just did well.
In addition, I was able to relieve myself what was not possible in the position before. My muscles relaxed and thanked me with the fact that I could now concentrate more on other things. And there was enough what was worthwhile. I now supported my elbows behind me and continued to watch him looked at me.
Not for a moment he loosened his gaze from my center, stared at it and came over me a feeling as if he penetrated me.
If I had been juicy before, it was now more reinforced. His eyes rummaged in me, penetrated my shame and continued his way in me. At every square millimeter in me he continued and knew no limits.
Nothing remained hidden from him, he saw everything from me, right into my me and then hiked through my body, directly to my soul. Everywhere in me I felt him how he connected to me and drove me on. Our path was predetermined and I continued to counter this.
At that moment I let my upper body sink back and now had my hands free.
I wanted the little Schups now that was still missing. He should now see how I did it. Show and ring finger who spread the delicate skin apart, which was on the right and left of my lustperle. With the fingers of the other hand I started to rub myself.
This time not as strong and impetuous as the last time in his presence, but at first only easy to slowly increase me.
I lay there with your eyes closed and enjoyed spoiling myself and at the same time to be admired by him. A combination that I had never felt like before. It united two feelings with each other, as I did not know before, but to appreciate it.
My excitement continued to rise and it would not take long anymore. What I was still missing was to see him when it was time to catapult me into the sky. So I raised my head and looked at it with slightly veiled eyes.
What I got to see was different than I thought, but maybe exactly what I had always longed for.
He himself had opened his pants and pulled them down. I was so busy with myself that I hadn’t noticed or heard it.
In any case, he stroked himself, in such a way that I could watch him. He had put on his legs slightly and spread.
So I could see his whole secret. And what I got to see was really not bad, albeit a little extraordinary for me. At least I haven’t seen anything like it yet. Actually, almost everything was normal with him.
I would describe the length with normal, just as the slight curvature upwards was nothing extraordinary. Likewise his bag between the legs. Everything within the framework of the normal. Only what surprised me and pulled my eyes on it was the glans.
I knew those who were just as thicker or thicker than the shaft, but this was different. It was thicker, much thicker and almost saw an elongated ball on the shaft, which was very clear. I would even say that it was twice as thick as the rest as if she didn’t belong. But at the same time a considerable difference that I somehow liked.
Show tail But twice as excited he was. On one side stiff and on the other up to the bursting.
I started rubbing myself faster and staring at his thing, which was spoiled by one of his hands. Up and down his hand drove and managed to span the tip.
When the end disappeared in his hand, I was waiting with excitement that it showed itself again. I didn’t want her to avoid my eyes. Wanted to see her when I came. It should be the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes around my climax.
And so it came too. My tension had built up so far that I could hardly stand it. My juices flowed and did everything as slippery as I liked it and he rubbed himself faster than before. I knew he would come soon too.
He would show me, I was now convinced of that and I didn’t want to miss that. So I held back as far as possible, which was incredibly difficult, because it actually only needed a small, very small Schups to get over the mountain.
This then came relatively quickly. It started with groaning three times.
Once quiet, then a little louder and the third time it came to him. A fountain, shot down with powerful pressure, flew through the air and clapped into the sand next to me. This was followed by a less strong one and then he pumped the rest out of himself in ever smaller sparkles. But I didn’t notice that anymore, because when I saw his first splash, I closed my eyes and took the picture with me when I started flying.
I picked up and hurled into the sky.
Two minutes later I woke up from my surroundings and had landed again. I still straightened up and looked at him again and looked at him. He was still leaning against the trunk and nothing seemed to have been.
His pants were closed again and I thought it was only a dream, but then I saw next to myself and discovered his legacy.
A smile pulled over my face, which was recorded and sent back by him. Then I got dressed again and went as if nothing had happened. On the way home I only wondered if some people looked at me a little strangely when they saw the earth on my legs and arms.
But it didn’t matter to me. It was my secret where they wouldn’t come back. So I arrived at home with satisfaction and hung up my thoughts and pictures that had burned themselves into my brain.
The night was not mine then.
What had been busy with me all afternoon and evening echoed through my thoughts all night and didn’t let me sleep. I rolled back and forth restlessly. There was no way of thinking about relaxing sleep and so I got up at three o’clock and made a warm milk with honey. An ancient recipe for my Mother, What I tried now.
Although it really made me much much tired, I only fell into a kind of half asleep because I always had to think of him. Or rather to part of him.
Has it been me in the past few weeks, if not months, it didn’t matter to be a woman without sex with a man. So now I was no longer so convinced of it.
I had seen something that I thought was worth desirable, adding something that was not the same as always. The urge to research awoke in me and I was convinced that it should also let this run wild. Why not, what did I have to lose. However, I had some concerns.
What if it wasn’t the way I imagined it? Would he want it at all? Would not be destroyed everything that connected us? Wasn’t it a step in the wrong direction?
These and more and more new questions went through my head and did not let me come to rest. Or I just thought too much? Shouldn’t you get everything to you and see what came out of it? It was worth it to worry so much at all?
I did not know it. The only thing I knew in the morning was that I was anything but slept in. Tired as if I was about to go to sleep, I got up and tried to get my mind with a cold shower, which also worked for twenty minutes.
But then I fell asleep on the sofa. Just like that because my head was free for a moment.
I woke up again hours later. With horror I found that it would get rid of almost too late. With big you I put on my running clothes and was already out of the house.
I started walking a little more sluggishly and then became lively. It refreshed more than a cold shower. This was also reinforced that I had to run faster than usual, because the time was mercilessly on my neck.
I ran completely sweaty around the corner, but couldn’t see him.
No matter, I would go to yesterday’s place. Maybe he was there. Once I looked around if someone saw me and then turned in the direction that the first arrow had shown the day before.
With a pounding heart from the fast race and the expected tension, I ran between the leaves and disappeared behind it.
My eyes quickly got used to the twilight and I looked around in astonishment. A soft -looking ceiling was spread out in the largest vacant position. It was oversized, certainly three meters long and two and a half wide. Just right to have a lot of space.
There were still several pillows on it.
I didn’t know how he had done it here, but he had made an effort.
To my surprise he was sitting at the end of the ceiling or at least what I considered this as this. It was not surprising in the sense that he was sitting there.
It was surprising that he was completely naked. I stopped the air because I really didn’t expect that.
Only slowly I got closer, didn’t let him out of his eyes, entered the ceiling and stood on it. Again we looked at each other deep into each other and this time I thought I could see it sparkling again, said a kind of greed to recognize it, as I hadn’t seen it yet.
How hypnotized I stared at him. Actually no longer in the whole, but only his gender, which he started to rub now. It reacted immediately and stiffened to his full thickness and let me admire. I think he now felt what I felt when he watched me.
It made him proud to be observed. Someone was there who was interested in him and when it came to the piece of meat between his fingers. It didn’t matter, and if I was honest, I wasn’t really interested in him much. What made him out were his eyes, which spoiled me and now his unusual piece, which made me.
The rest of him was only the carrier, the platform for it.
So that was his secret. Not he himself was the solution in the riddle. In principle, it could have been any other man as long as he had behaved like him.
That didn’t matter. It was important to the attention he pointed to me and which I felt. Nothing else. The thing with his cock was only a nice one.
In other words, interchangeable.
So I started seeing him with different eyes. But it didn’t change anything. Even with the knowledge it still turned me on and would not change anything about it.
The only thing was that I wouldn’t need more than that. Attention, tail, point. That’s it, end! There was no simpler formula. No task with x unknown.
The knowledge of my soul fell like a stone and I was free in my decision. Why had I tortured myself all night and thought about the solution when it was so easy?
As he continued to stroke, I started to undress slowly. However, this time I stood my back to him so that he could first enjoy me from behind. The top had moved out quickly and then I pushed my pants down with tormenting slowness.
I was sure that it would torture him but at the same time extend his anticipation. It was the same for me. I enjoyed feeling his seeker and greedy look at me how he wandered over my back and then sticking to my butt. Here he pushed himself between my cheeks and examined every place he could reach.
Then I pulled out my pants completely and stood on a trunk with arms stretched out to present my back with bent back. When I put my legs apart, he could surely see my honey box as she was wet between my thighs and put it on. In doing so, I felt his eyes opened my swollen pillows and he penetrated me from behind. Comfortable warmth spread in my stomach and expanded, flooded my body and made me ready to meet his direct look.
So I stood back and turned to show him my front.
He was still sitting there and watching me with big eyes. Slowly his hand drove over the upright cock and showed me in his full splendor.
Watching him continued to move to him step by step, overcame the distance between us and then was only a few centimeters in front of his feet to give my body his attention that he deserves. I put my legs apart so that he could see everything well.
It was different for both of us than usual, our perspective were different and the distance between us was as small than ever before. We were now able to see the other closer and more precisely, we studied more intensively than before. My look at his glans, his shame pervaded, which I now pulled away a bit.
His eyes grew larger than I invited them.
To be able to look at my hidden inner inner even more intensely than before. You should see everything from me that you desire and if I could have done it, I would have put myself from the inside out to make it even easier for him. That was an idea that brought me many thousand needles on my skin that became so intense that I had to sit on my lips and shaky legs with a slight groan.
As soon as I sat on the soft blanket, I turned away from him so that he could no longer see me between my legs.
I had done it like that because I wanted to escape him. He would only get me to see again if he got away from his place. His greed for me would not allow it to stay where he was now.
And right, I heard something behind me and with slow steps around me, he then put me in front of me. I pushed myself a little further and then let myself fall over to the same.
I had achieved what I wanted. My head was right in front of him and I could look at his cock very close. Much closer than before. Then I picked up my upper leg and put it on underneath.
Now he had understood and let himself be tilted in the other direction. Conversely, we were in the direction of each other and were able to look at the gender of the other up close.
I have to say one thing. It excited me scary.
To be able to look at his huge acorn, while he was a look into my abdomen. I didn’t need to see it to feel it. It was just there and let me continue to rise on the head of the excitement, which I then increased by driving my free hand between my thighs and started rubbing me. A feeling of perfect lust penetrated me and I punched my eyes on his cock, which seemed to me as if he got thicker and thicker.
Which wasn’t like that because it was my head that was closer to him and closer to him.
It also seemed to be going on. Sometimes I had the impression of feeling his breath on the delicate, sensitive inside of my thighs, which I immediately checked. A short look down and I saw his head just a few centimeters away from my gender.
He stared at my fingers and what they did about me.
A shower ran through my body and I lifted my head again to follow him and his actions. It was just wonderful to see how he was swollen as hard as possible and was rubbed by him. I could see every vein on the outside of the shaft how she meander about it and pounded a little.
Almost not to be seen but there was your heartbeat on it and it was very quick.
Just a minute later I could see how it began to shimmer on the exit holes of the acorn. Some seed fluid had left and strived outdoors. A safe sign of his excitement, which I was sure of, because it was also bubbling in me.
But this time I wouldn’t wait for him to come. He was only the object because it should get me to do it. I didn’t care about what was concerned with him.
So I increased my pats and my excitement rose unstoppably, put myself in ecstasy and finally wanted to be released.
Then it flinched in his cock and his glans thickened a little more. A sure sign that he would be so far. Just like with me. But this time I ran through the gate as quickly as possible.
Hardly over a certain point with the right jerk and the right speed once or twice and it went off. I cried out briefly and then moaned air when I plunged into the heat of the battle. At the same time he groaned for the first time. The second followed immediately and the last thing I heard was a third time, which came to my ear loudly.
Just two seconds later I felt something hot, wet sprayed against my breasts and run down tough. Then my senses faded and I was there for a little time as if passed out.
Then when I woke up and opened my eyes, he was still there and I could see how his last love liquid ran out of the tail that was now quite crushed and sticked to it. Only after a few seconds was there enough that it fell onto the ceiling as a drop of gravity.
But that was no longer important to me, I had got what I wanted.
Was it just imagination or real. When I ran back home, I still had his almost dried one now sperm on and between the breasts. It wasn’t normal for me, but it wasn’t repulsive for me either, after all I could at home have a shower.
What I just thought it was to be noticed that more men turned to me than usual when I walked past them.
Then came the next day. Again the waiting became agony. But again this time it was time at some point.
It had almost become a very pleasant habit. In addition to exercise, there was a nice encore. What more do I want. I did something for my body and my soul.
So it could only be right what I did there. Effort and relaxation in one, as recommended by the doctor, it was not on sickness certificate. Otherwise I would have been the first to get such an appearance.
In the park, down from the path and off into the bushes. What a sequence.
Something like that could not be said to anyone and certainly not that I started to undress before the rhododendron. Then when I walked through the leaves with a naked torso, I felt it striped over the uncovered skin and that was immediately a signal for my nipples to harden.
Another blanket than the day before was there and he was just to pluck everything as he wanted to have it so that it looked correct. I watched him because he was naked and I could see his cock as he was otherwise. And that wasn’t particularly impressive.
If I had only seen him in this way, then I would not have assumed what could grow out of it. But since I knew it, I was able to enter and look at the transformation myself this time.
He only noticed me when I was almost behind him, and he could be noted that it was embarrassed that not everything was yet finished. At least it was not enough for his claim.
Only when he was finished did I stand on the blanket and began to undress, because I wanted to be aware of his full attention.
I also had it, because this time he did not sit down as usual, but stood in front of me and watched me. My actions were enough so that I could see how something started to grow on it.
Again my pride was noticeable on what I triggered and I exploited myself even more provisional than I did otherwise.
After all, he should also be offered something to admire me.
As soon as I moved out, I lay down in front of him and stretched out. My feet were between his slightly spread legs, without touching them.
At first I only massaged my breasts while I was lying there, pressed them together and rolled them in every possible way, but that was not enough for me or him, after all, we were now more used.
So I reached aside with one hand and got one of the pillows. It was relatively big and hard, was just right for my purposes. I pulled it up and raised my abdomen. Then I pushed it under my butt so that it was higher than the rest of me.
My abdomen should be like on a presentation plate for him. Should show and offer him.
Then I put on my legs and let the thighs go apart. I put them aside as far as possible. It hurt a little but that didn’t matter to me, because it should be so good for him that he could see himself.
And then he did that too. He went on his knees between my legs and leaned further to be able to see more precisely. It was magically attracted to me, although he had seen me several times now. But that didn’t matter to him.
This sight was still captivated and I enjoyed being desired. My abdomen was exposed to his eyes and I enjoyed being as open and naked as it was not possible. I revealed myself and he gave me his undivided attention.
After a while I reached between my legs myself and pulled myself up for him.
I grabbed my fingers with my fingers and opened the petals for him as far as possible. It had to be a wonderful picture for him, because he suddenly breathed faster than before and his head came closer. My gender almost touched his tip of his nose and I felt heating up in me.
But then he moved away from me again and straightened up between my legs.
He knelt in between and now showed me his gender. I should also look at him and I did it with bliss. His limb was swollen again as usual. The acorn was shiny in the air and the skin was dark red and tautly stretched over it.
He actually looked the same as always and it excited me from the new one again, just as it was far when he saw me. So I started to stroke myself while looking at him in front of me. The tail stood proud and stiff up and sunbathed in my eyes.
It was the same for his master. He looked down and at the same time could see my shell, which I spoiled and his stiff rod.
A sight that was denied to me, but that didn’t matter to me. I was admired by him and that was what it was important to.
Then I stroked a little faster and increased my embers. My gender had long had to shoot signals through me and so I became more and more willless.
Over time I became a woman, just a woman who has her feelings. This condition was always so excitingly beautiful. You became a body, nothing else. Thinking moved into the background and made room for an excited state.
Feelings took over the government.
Slowly I staggered into this world as I stroked and stared at his cock that hung on a body that knelt between my legs. Highly tackled was my pelvis and offered himself.
Now I offered myself even more. I no longer stroked myself, but pulled my labia, which were now fully bloodless, and showed him my condition.
Surely it shone with moisture in between and deep red, well -supplied meat revealed himself. This sight had to go crazy because he trembled all over the body while his mouth was open and he breathed deeply.
Now I let go of one hand and instead pushed a finger into my overwhelming hole. He just slipped in and rummaged through my meat.
A second followed and spread. A shower ran through me and was reinforced when a third finger tried to follow the other. And succeeded. I was extensive and began to rummage in me, pushed my meat apart and strengthened the feeling when I was still trying to spread the three.
A slight cry detached from my lips when I felt it and my juices ran more than before.
I loved to spoil myself and closed my eyes briefly. Then I opened it again and pulled my fingers out. Wet shiny I put her back to the old place and pulled myself apart for his eyes.
He had watched everything closely and seemed to draw his conclusions from it. He breathed a short breath and then leaned further.
The woman saw his cock closer to me and happy to be able to see him more precisely. It only took seconds, then he was over my gender and there was trembling in the air there. One or two twitches, went through him and a drop of pleasure loosened sluggishly from the tip.
I could see him exactly how he slowly got longer and then loosen from the glans.
In the air he shaped a ball and fell straight towards me. Whether wanted or not, he dripped me exactly between my open labia. I felt it tracked down and slowly walking in between.
My excitement rose immeasurably.
His sperm had touched me, his attention had passed to me. He sacrificed me and I thankfully accepted it. During the thought, I groaned and reclaimed a little back and for.
Then I let go with one hand again and searched for his drop with a finger.
When I thought I had found it, I deteriorated it in my wet, took it to the fingertips and pushed it into my body.
At the sight he groaned and a second drop of drip came off him. I saw him fall again and pulled my finger away so that he could meet me again where his Brother had previously fallen. And again he met exactly.
He dripped into my slightly open hole and ran almost independently. At least my idea told me how he ran into me and continued to enter me.
Like a small hot pearl, his path pulled through my abdomen and I felt exactly how he got deeper into me and triggered ever greater heat waves.
I could hardly control myself. I was as churned as rarely before.
A willing piece of woman, which was waiting to get even more. Light veil pulled in front of my eyes there and I no longer recognized everything that happened around me. I only concentrated on myself and cheered towards the end of the end. But he just didn’t want to come.
He was a long time and tortured me.
Then I saw everything in mind for a moment, why couldn’t I say, but it was a picture that I had already guessed.
A thick, red, excited and prepared cocks approached my gender by pulling back a little first and then sinking. It was only a few centimeters in front of my entrance that was wide and was not sure whether it should or not.
The clear view is being blend again and I only saw what was happening. My memory told me what was going on, but I couldn’t defend myself anymore. My body no longer reacted to me and I also had no commands ready for him. So I was lying there and still pulling the labia apart with my hands.
It was made for him and I was now sure that the time would come.
I groaned once when I felt his meat on which mine. It lay down exactly on the point that should give him admission. It felt so good. It was almost hot on it and only gently pressed against it.
Just firm enough not to slip. But apparently still undecided to go this way. At least that’s how I believed, but was taught better than the top pressed more against me.
But his dimensions were so extraordinary that it was not the same. He set it off again and pulled the thick ball through my overload slit to moisten them even more, but then immediately came back to the place he wanted to conquer.
This time he pushed in between with even more pressure and thus reached my critical expansion, which would soon grant him admission.
With once my gaze became clear again. I saw him bent over myself, resolutely holding his cock with one hand and supported with the other. In doing so, he looked between our bodies and followed the spectacle what he had.
I noticed how my building gave up and it twitched in me, then I noticed how he slowly slipped into me. I screamed when his glans passed my goal with the thickest point. An insane feeling of being split up came over me. But then she continued and I could see how she disappeared from my history field.
If it had only been slowly before, she just slipped into me and my labia closed around the following tribe, as if nothing had happened.
Like a ball, his cock tip stuck in me and he now pushed it further into me.
I could feel exactly where he just slipped along and it was an intoxicating feeling. He got deeper and deeper and my gaze was annoyed again.
If I woke up a tiny moment, I now fell back into the previous rapture while he pushed into me in full length. He did not tolerate it and I didn’t want to stop him either. I wanted him to have it completely in me, wanted his masculinity.
With a last jerk he drove himself into me and I groaned when I felt how he was anchored in me.
But not long and he started moving in me, I could feel it as intensely as no one before. Again and again I stretched the ball that was stuck in me and stimulated my mucous membranes through the strongly rubbing pressure.
It was the purest madness. I was invited to the utmost, I was pursuing his actions and was not capable of any response to no matter how small.
I just allowed it, no I wanted to allow it, wanted it completely.
Above me he started to breathe deeper and deeper. The first drops of sweat fell on me and wet my skin. Otherwise I only felt his cock in me.
He was only connected to his tribe working in me, otherwise we didn’t touch each other. Otherwise he ignored everything and it was somehow right for me. I didn’t want to be caressed, I just wanted to be pushed by him. Created with a hot, thick ball in me began to twitch in me.
I closed my eyes and noticed how my highlight was getting more and more approaching and I knew that he would come this time because it started to bubble more and more in me.
Suddenly he groaned, a signal for me that it was time for him. The second moan was louder than the first one. Then he pushed himself completely into me and his glans pressed even more against my delicate mucous membranes. He twitched again and then groaned a third time.
What would come now was clear to me and I expected it.
When his first load injected into me, I also pulled my trigger and it was more powerful than ever before. I couldn’t help it and shouted my lust into the air. It was completely me, no matter where I was, because I was somewhere else. Everything in me got tough, every muscle fiber tensioned and I enclosed the acorn that was pouring in me so firmly I could.
Sucked me on it and pulled her a little deeper into me. Then everything got black around me and I couldn’t see or hear anything anymore, only my exploding feelings ran through me. Then she too disappeared and I didn’t feel anything anymore.
When I woke up again, I was still on the blanket with the pillow under my butt. But he was no longer there.
For that I felt his seed running out of myself and dripping on the pillow.
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