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This story is intended for “Liz67”. Unfortunately she withdrawn before the story was written.
I’m pissed. Because my customer wants to play a round of golf in the Golf Club Interlaken this afternoon, I have to kill the time for an afternoon. Of course I couldn’t complain or even travel back to Zurich.
After all, I hope for a big order from said customer. That’s why I am now sitting in Thun on the roof terrace of the lake park. In the lounge I rinse my anger over the unfriendly customer with a cool drink. And on this bright sunny day I enjoy the view of Eiger, Mönch and Virgo.
Whereby: I not only enjoy the view in the mountains and on Lake Thun, but also also on an attractive woman.
She drinks a bottle of white wine together with her companion. After I couldn’t let her eyes leave her for two or three minutes, our eyes suddenly meet. We smile briefly and she turns back to her companion. I watch the two and soon discover the wedding rings.
The companion therefore seems to be her husband.
Again and again she looks in my direction. And after a few minutes she even winked briefly to me. Or do I only form this? She beats her Legs On top of each other and their skirt, black with fine, white dots, slips up a bit and allows me to look at their long, tanned legs. She acknowledges my gaze with a smile.
With your eyes closed, she leans back in the lounge sofa, puts her head back and lets the sun shine in the face. Thanks to their closely adjacent, white top, the contours of their big breasts are clearly visible. I enjoy the sight.
Suddenly she gets up and sits down next to her husband, who turns my back on my back. While I have not been able to follow her conversation so far, she now explains to her husband loudly and clearly: “Honey, I’m going to shop a little more into the old town.
I assume you don’t want to come with you. You always get bored with it. Or?“She looks into my eyes and smiles. Her husband nods and she presses a kiss on his cheek.
She goes past me, so close that I can smell her sweet perfume. I put a banknotes next to my drink, get up and follow her to some distance.
I follow her to the old town. She strolls through the alleys, keeps standing in front of a shop window. I am sure that she noticed me even though she no longer looked in my direction.
In Marktgasse she enters a boutique. After a short hesitation, I also dare into this business and think about a reason why I visit a boutique as a man who only offers clothes for women.
After a few seconds I discover them between the frames. She looks at a black dress, lifting it up on the hanger. I approach her from behind, so close that I can smell your sweet perfume again.
“You will look stunning in this dress,” I whisper her in her ear. She turns around calmly and smiles at me: “I mean?”” Certainly “, I quickly assure her,” Black fits your complexion excellently. Try it out.“She takes another look at the dress:“ I do that!”
She goes towards the cabin and turns to me again after three steps: “Please come with you. You wanted to advise me.“I follow her and stand in front of the cabin, which she closes with a curtain.
She did not completely closed the curtain. This allows me to get it through a narrow gap when moving observe. First she pulls out the narrow top and places it neatly over the stool. Then she opens the zipper of her skirt, lets it slide down and also places it on the top over the stool.
She wears a black tangaslip that shows more than it is hidden. I can’t take my eyes off your round buttocks. Her bra Is white and seems to be stately breasts, but – since I stand behind her – I only see it in a way.
She now climbs into the black dress and I take two steps back. Just in time, because shortly afterwards she pulls the curtain back in a jerk and stands in front of me.
“Well,” she smiles at me, “how do you like the dress?“I let my gaze wander over your body:“ As I suspected it: you look stunning!“She wants even more praise:“ Don’t think it’s a bit too big?“I shake my head:“ But no! It fits like tailor -made!“She continues to doubt:“ I would like to try it out a number smaller. Please get me the next smaller one and bring it to me?”
I am not exactly skillful, but after a minute I bring the desired dress a size smaller to the cabin. I stand in front of the closed curtain and clear my throat. “Oh,” she is amazed, “already back?“She pulls the curtain a little and I put the dress down for her.
But she does not take the dress but puts me on my arm, pulls me into the cabin and closes the curtain again. She has already moved out the dress and is in front of me in slip and bra: “It’s more practical if you stay here right away!“I smile:“ My name is Marcel. After all, we already know each other a little closer.“She stretches her right hand towards me:“ I’m happy! I am the Liz.”
She takes the dress out of my hand and climbs into the dress. She turns my back on and asks: “Could you please pull the zipper up?“Of course I like to do that and she then turns back to me:“ Well, what do you think? Pay it better in this size?“I let my gaze wander over your body from top to bottom:“ Yes, you were right.
Now it brings your figure even better.“She smiles:“ Oh she Schmeichler!“She looks down at herself and asks:“ It doesn’t bother that bra and panties are emerging in this narrow dress?“I’m thinking of another answer, when she already cleverly opens the zipper and lets the dress slide down. “I want to hear her opinion again,” she announces and already moves out her bra. “Should I … uh … wait outside?“I ask surprised. “No, no,” she contradicts me, “these are definitely not the first breasts they see, or?”
“Not that,” I admit, “but I can’t remember having seen such a beautiful bosom each.“And again she smiles at me:“ You are actually a charmer!“I can’t solve my eyes from her breasts.
It does not let herself be put off, pulls out her panties and stands in front of me splinter -fiber. I take a step back. “Do you like what you see?“Wish me suddenly. I clear my throat: “I am … um … how should I say?“She smiles:“ Say nothing!”
She sits naked on the stool.
With both hands she strokes her breasts, lifts them slightly, plays with her nipples. She puts her hands on her knees, strokes the inside of her thighs and opens her legs wide. My eyes fall on her smooth shaved labia and the narrow strip of pubic hair. With two Finger The left hand opens her labia.
She puts the index finger of the right hand in her mouth to massage her clit afterwards.
“Do you think that you can do that better with your tongue?“She whispers to me. I don’t let myself be asked twice and kneel in front of her. I kiss her thighs and come to your pussy and closer, your lust can already smell. With my tip of the tongue I share their labia, taste their love juice and devote myself to their pleasure bud.
I feel the warmth between her legs and hear that she breathes faster.
Suddenly she grabs me on my hair with both hands and pulls my head up to the height of her breasts. I kiss the delicate skin, explore your curves with my tongue. I take yours Nipple In your mouth, gently suck on it, nibble on your teeth slightly on your nipples. She pulls my head up and finally kisses me intensely.
She whispers in my ear: “Now I want to reciprocate.”
She gets up and places me on the stool. It opens my pants belt, the zipper and pulls my pants and panties down to the knees. My tail Is already plump, but not yet stiff, is heavy on my sack. “Fortunately,” I think, “I still shaved this morning.“She kisses my chest, my stomach and lets her tongue slide over my cock.
With her right hand she comprises my cock and puts her lips over the glans. As she plays on my balls with her left hand, she starts sucking on my cock slowly and tenderly. She understands her craft and soon my cock is full of size and hardness.
She now climbs over me, takes my cock in my hand, puts the glans on her pussy and can sink enjoyable. I enjoy the first seconds in which she stays.
I feel your warmth, your moisture, your tightness. It now begins to ride me, rubs her clit with circular movements of the pelvis. I stroke their back with both hands and her round buttocks. And right in front of my face her big breasts.
Our excitement increases.
The situation in the changing room contributes to this and we both approach our climax quickly. “I’ll come soon,” I moan in her ear, whereupon she starts kissing me intensely. The intimate kiss of tongues apparently serves to suppress your moan. I feel how the orgasm bridles between my legs and my whole body is overrun.
She breathes violently and holds her own mouth with one hand so that – shaken from the climax – not moaning loudly. The muscles of her pussy enclose my cock before sinking together, her arms wrapped around me and leans against me.
We remain in this position for minutes. My juice runs out of her pussy, runs over my sack and finally drips onto the floor. Suddenly she gets up abruptly, strokes a strand of hair from her face and begins to dress.
I am still sitting there, my pants are still on my knees and used the last opportunity to look at their wonderful body. Again again she breathes a kiss on my cheek and whispers in my ear: “I live in the Hotel Beatus. Tomorrow I’ll be spoiled in wellness and spa.”
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