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I’m Tine, just 18 years old, have long red -brown hair, brown eyes and a few freckles. I am 167 cm tall, weigh 56 kg and, I think, have a bosom too big and a slightly thick butt. And I’m powerful. Robin, my friend, just put me off for the third time to go to his friends a drink.
Robin was my first great love, and I also had with him my first time.
We have been falling together for a few days. I can’t say that I really liked that, actually he was just really fun. That always ran according to the same scheme. With his car into the forest, pants down, and then quickly finish.
Then he brought me home and he was still in the pub.
I hoped that it might be a little tingling later.
But now I no longer saw any later. The fool had already moved me again, for the third time in a row. I went through our downtown with a stinkkwut in my stomach. It was now 9:00 p.m.
I stopped at a small restaurant. There was something going on there.
Well, a glass of red wine against my grief, but the first one to talk me stupidly could experience something. I sneaked into the pub and sat down at the counter. Next to me was a somewhat older man around 40.
“A red wine, please.”
“Dry?”
“I don’t care, the main thing is that alcohol.”
The man next to me was slowly turning to me, looking at me: “Hello.”
Before I could reply, he looked back in the other direction.
After a while, I almost drunk my glass and considered whether a second one would go, he turned back to me and spoke to me.
“So, for grief, a coffee and a conversation helps better than alcohol.”
At first I wanted to give him a real common removal, but then thought that he was not to blame for my lousy mood, but Robin.
“I know that, but now it just had to be alcohol. Such a fool!”
The landlord interfered: “Another red wine? And you, Thommy, leave the girl alone. She could your Daughter be.”” Well, a red wine would still go.”
Now my counter could know more about this idiot and we got into conversation. He was not really pushy and my mood brightened again.
When we said goodbye, I found out that he was called Thommy, 37 years old and was happy for 8 months. His wife was an alcoholic and had lost any relation to reality.
Of course I couldn’t check all of this, but I didn’t want to. My mood had improved and I had an appointment with him for the next Saturday to dance. Yes, I knew he was 19 years older than me, but if he danced as well as he could talk, it would be a nice evening.
I didn’t want to tell my parents about it, they themselves were not much older than Thommy, and there was guaranteed to have been stressed. Thommy was not the man to fall in love with, he wasn’t even my type really. He was just a very interesting man. Maybe the age difference did it too.
The week just didn’t want to go.
I was already in my thoughts on Saturday. Of course I didn’t really think he would go dancing with me, that was certainly an air number. In the meantime, my (ex) friend reported and had a washed removal. That hurt because I was still in love, but I didn’t want to be his gap filler anymore.
Then finally the Saturday came.
I can’t actually say that I would have dressed up in particular. Rather dressed as normal, I made my way. Jeans, blouse (as always without a bra) and jacket. I was surprised when I saw Thommy waiting at the entrance.
We greeted each other, went in and sat down.
A conversation developed. “How was your week, how are you, you have overcome your heartache, etc.”
I didn’t know all of this from my friend at all. He just always wanted to smooch immediately, and as soon as it got dark with me in the car in the forest. But here with Thommy it was something completely different.
We went dancing. And he could dance. I was just thrilled. Three hours later, the topics of conversation had still not run out, we were already sweating well from dancing, and I wanted to have a coffee.
“Here?“Asked Thommy.
What the hell, I thought, I get into this adventure.
It could hardly be berry than with my friend, and one rape I didn’t trust Thommy.
“Well, I do not know. We can’t go to me, my parents get a seizure when I open with you.”
“No problem, I may cook a coffee for you?”
It was so different again than with my friend. He asked if the should. I agreed and we drove to him.
He had a small but fine, well -tidy apartment.
I sat down in the living room.
Shortly afterwards Thommy came from the kitchen with two large cups of coffee. Again we talked about everything. The radio ran, the candle burned on the living room table, and he told something.
Now I was getting a little impatient. He didn’t even flirt with me.
Well, he wasn’t my type either, but men always want one thing anyway, and that was me, or maybe he was gay? Now I wanted to know that exactly. I pulled out my shoes and lay on the sofa, I put my head on his lap.
“Sorry, I just feel like it afterwards.”
He looked at me surprised, put an arm around me, he put the other on my stomach. And again I was surprised. With such a template, my friend would have grated my breasts immediately.
He leaned down to me and kissed me. I carefully tried to get my tongue between his lips. He pressed me and I got goose bumps. It crackled correctly.
Then he opened two buttons on my blouse and pushed his hand in. That was a bit embarrassed to me now, as we were sweaty as we were still dancing.
His touch was like a small electric shock. Slowly and gently, he stroked my breasts. A never known tingling drove through me.
My friend had always put it right right away. Again he gave me a long kiss. His hand wandered to my jeans, but then paused on the first button.
He looked at me questioningly.
“May I?”
“If you enjoy it, just try it.”
That too was something completely new for me, conversation when fiddling with. At this point my friend would have been ready long ago and I on the way home.
He buttoned up my jeans and let his hand slide into it, but only between panties and jeans. He gently stroked his hand over my pub.
Phew, you could already get an orgasm. What was my (ex) friend for a fool. What else did he have to learn.
Thommy pulled his hand back.
“So now he will finally put his hand in my slip.“I thought with impatience, but he hugged me again and nibbled on my earlobe. And again I got goose bumps. I was so excited that I would like to jump out of my clothes immediately and fell through Thommy.
He whispered in my ear: “You are as sweaty as I do. Should I let us in bathing water?”
Stay my heart.
He actually wanted to go swimming with me.
“Well, I’m going to do a bathroom. It’s really fun for two.”
“So, I don’t know right.“, I was adorned. “My friend never wanted that from me.”
“Oh, how unromantic, but I don’t want that either. I would like to take a bathroom with you and a glass of sparkling wine.
If you don’t like it, then we leave it.”
“Well, I want to try it.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a large bath towel shortly afterwards. As a matter of course, he took off, carefully put his clothes over a chair and tied the bath towel around. Then he went in the kitchen and came back with a bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses. I was no longer so sure whether I should really do that.
After all, he was 37, and I just 18.
“Well, go, the bathing water is almost finished.“He disappeared into the bathroom.
With a red head and laying like a little girl I took off and handled myself into the bath towel hastily. Thommy came back into the living room, hugged me, pressed me, gave me a kiss and tenderly massaged my neck, directly under the hairline.
My God, he knew exactly where and how to touch women. All my concerns dissolved in pleasure.
“If you are afraid, we’d rather stop?”
I took him by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom. I wanted to have this experience now.
I was amazed, he had a huge bathtub, one over the corner. I dropped my bath towel and got into the tub. Simply wonderful, a lot of foam, the water maybe a little too hot, but easy to endure. “Come on!“I asked him to.
He also dropped his bath towel and climbed into the tub to me.
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Wow, the one had a figure.
My desire for his body got bigger and bigger. A whole new feeling for me. What was that? In love with these, for me, anti -type, which mine Father I couldn’t be, but I still let myself be persuaded into a common bathroom. He opened the champagne bottle and filled the glasses.
We encountered and put the sparkling wine aside.
We sat opposite each other, he took my hands and we alberten around, like small children. My desire for him could no longer be broken. I got up, sat down to him with my back and slipped between his legs. I felt his penis on my buttocks.
His strong arms snake around me and pulled me closer to his chest.
And again I spoke his lips on my neck, who further fueled my longing. Slowly his hands stroked my breasts, again and again. I slowly went crazy about lust and fidgeted back and forth. It was great.
Gradually one hand changed the direction and slowly slid between my legs, while Thommy’s lips nibble on my earlobe again. Was that love or just pure sex?
In any case, it was erotic. The air literally crackled with tension. Carefully and rubbed his fingers on my labia, and that was too much for me.
A first orgasm drove me through my first orgasm with a man. My (ex) friend had never brought that to the way. Every time he had brought me home, I had to do it myself.
Now it was clear to me that my (ex) friend was a total junk.
“Phew,” I said to Thommy, “that was really great, just mean …”, I ran red.
He interrupted me: “I know I noticed that you like it.”
Now I wanted. I wanted to swap the places with Thommy.
“May I now?”
“What?”
Again I was relocated.
“Well, you can think of that.”
“Yes, I can do that.
But tell me it is much more erotic.”
So he was a connoisseur like me. well then.
“Let’s swap the places. I would also like to spoil you.”
He slipped and I sat behind him. Quickly pressed my arms around his stomach and my head on his back.
Unfortunately I didn’t get to his ear.
“Well, you see. I would also like to spoil you, sound much better and more personal than I can now.”
How right he was. I had so much to learn. There was actually so much more that you could do with a man when this stupid fuck.
That became clear to me now.
I snatched his chest hair, got his nipples between my fingers and rolled them carefully. Thommy acknowledged this with a rather violent breathing. This encourages, I let a hand slide into the water and tried to grasp his penis,
who was pretty hard. Slowly I jerked this gem that was a little thicker and longer than that tail From my (ex) friend.
Thommy became pretty restless.
“It has to come right away,” I thought.
My (ex) friend never stayed through for so long. Pl easterly Thommy picked up my hand: “Not, please stop, this is a mess here in the water when I feel.”
Then he let my hand go back. He sounded really helpless. Nice, I had him in my hand, but then left it and pressed Thommy very tightly.
We alberten a little around and wash each other. The fact that I was here with a stranger didn’t bother at all.
We dried each other in front of the tub. Thommy got two fresh baths from the closet. One wrote me one, he took the other for himself.
“And what’s next?”
I was still totally excited, today I would say, “Mann I was hot.”
When is fucked? But I didn’t really want to fuck anymore.
This erotic game could go on like this.
He took the sparkling wine and the glasses.
“Living room or bedroom?“, He wanted to know.
Actually, I didn’t care, but then thought that he also wanted an exact answer again. Slowly I understood this game.
“Bedroom? Yes, let’s go into the bedroom, that’s definitely more convenient.”
That had sat. I got a kiss.
“Well, dear.”
Dear, Thommy had said dear to me. Nothing, but only removed similar I had heard of my (ex) friend ever.
On the way into the bedroom I got a little queasy again.
How should I behave? Throw the bathing towel into the corner and jump onto the bed, or play the shocks and let me seduce me? Thommy took the decision to me. He stroked my bathing towel gently from the body and I jumped into the huge bed. He came after without his bath towel. He put the sparkling wine on the bedside table.
Rather playfully, I put him on my back and quickly rolled on him.
A long tongue kiss followed until he loosened. “Not that fast, the night is still long. Come on, first a sip of sparkling wine.”
I couldn’t go fast enough now. Quickly and continue, but again I was stopped by Thommy.
He turned me on his stomach and sat on my buttocks.
“Oh no, he wants to fuck me in the ass?“, I was suddenly panicked, but he just leaned out and kissed my neck again. I already felt my sensitive hands stroked my back, felt how they slid deeper and deeper to my thighs. On my buttocks they lingered briefly and there, his tongue on my back again. Everywhere on my back I felt his tender hands and tongue.
That was not endured.
Without someone touching me between my legs, I raced towards an orgasm again. What a man!
Now I wanted him to continue with my front. I turned under slight violence.
Now he stroked and kissed my breasts and my stomach, slowly slid down to my thighs. He cleverly avoided touching my pussy.
I could have been crazy about lust. Again his magical fingers wandered up to my breast.
I closed my eyes and flew through an infinite room. Thommy slipped to my ear, nibbled on my earlobe briefly and asked whispering: “May I kiss you between your legs, or is that a problem for you?”
He wanted to lick me, anyone had never done that with me until then. My (ex) friend just wanted to fuck.
Now just don’t give the wrong answer, he certainly wanted to know that again very well again.
“I do not know that.
Nobody has ever done that with me. Just try it if I don’t like it, then I’ll tell you.”
I pulled out my legs under him curiously and hot at the same time and spread it. Slowly kissed and stroked his breasts and belly between my legs. Moaning I clawed my hands into bedding out of sheer tension.
In fact, I felt his tongue on my clit. And how. That was an indescribable feeling.
He pulled my labia apart with both hands and pressed his open mouth onto my pussy. Again and again I felt his tongue over my clit.
I now felt one or two of his fingers in me too. An enormous orgasm literally shook me back and forth.
My (ex) friend should stay where the pepper grows. Thommy, that was really a man. Where his hands or tongue also gone, every time it was like a small electric shock.
When I calmed down, Thommy slowly stopped. He came up to me. I hugged him very firmly and whispered in his ear: “That was wonderful, Thommy. I’ve never experienced anything like this, thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank you, your satisfaction is thanks to me enough.
Bringing a woman to orgasm is the most beautiful thing for me.”
A long kiss and a sip of sparkling wine followed. All my fear was evaporated by his honest and open conversation.
“Thommy?”
“Yes.”
I looked into his eyes seriously.
“I would also like to stroke and kiss you to orgasm. I have never done anything like this and I don’t know if I like it and whether I get through it until the end.”
Again I got red.
“Just try it out, dear, and stop when you don’t like it. And only do it because you enjoy it not to do me a favor.
This is the only way it works.”
What should be when this night was over. I would lose Thommy, or would we take a relationship? My god, what was I in love with these antitypes. Just like Thommy, I tried to get his legs over his chest and belly, kissing and caressing, but I didn’t want to succeed very.
I was just too excited. Heavily breathing I knelt between his legs and put his tight penis with both hands.
I hesitantly pushed him into my mouth.
How would that be? Disgusting or it would go?
With my hands I pulled back his foreskin and now had his naked glans in my mouth. No, that wasn’t disgusting. That was easy to endure, even exciting. I examined his glans with my tongue: this funny hole on the top, the underside, the thick edge.
Thommy breathed heavily.
With his hands he tried to reach my breast. I carefully drove up and down with my hands on his penis. I pressed my tongue into this little hole on the top. I couldn’t order my thoughts anymore.
Should I really let me inject this sperm into my mouth? Or not? How did it taste?
Thommy became more and more hectic. I wanted to try it now. If someone should inject into my mouth, then Thommy. I was quite sure there.
I always slid over his glans with my tongue. Thommy let go of my breast and pulled his penis out of my mouth.
“Caution, it comes to me right away.”
“Let me!”
I immediately had his penis back in my mouth.
“Phew …“Thommy called.
So now I should try it for the first time. A little beam splashed under my tongue. I was startled.
I immediately held my tip of the tongue over the little hole so that it didn’t splash into my throat. Six, seven, eight splashes. My mouth filled. I really didn’t feel a taste.
When Thommy had calmed down, I let his penis slide out of my mouth and swallowed his sperm.
Thommy pulled me up. I was about to ask for a sip of sparkling wine when Thommy overwhelmed me with a long kiss.
I was somehow embarrassed. I mean with this brilliant taste on my tongue. He whispered quietly in my ear:
“Thank you, dear, it was really great.
Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, that wasn’t bad. Can we do that at the same time, I mean you with me and I with you. So feel the orgasm of the other at the same time with the tongue?”
I didn’t know myself anymore, the pure lust spoke from me.
“Okay, dear, that’s really mega horn. But now I’m getting a bottle of sparkling wine.”
I fell on the bed.
Everyone a sip of sparkling wine and Thommy showed me that fucking can be more than fucking. I then fell asleep in his arms. He stroked my back to me. The same in the morning.
I was tenderly stroked and kissed awake. What a man.
After that night we met and regularly. It was always a long, mega horny night. There was also one or two nights, when we only stroked, always until almost to orgasm and the night after was always extremely cool.
Now I have a friend, a dream boy that I am really in love with.
He is as old as me and an absolute rivet in bed, a real quick splash. Whenever I need really good sex, I meet Thommy.
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