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I had been going crazy my friend and myself all week that we really wanted to go to the city again and do something. No sooner said than done, and because we also wanted to drink something we decided to use the tram. I had already bathed and made chic when I came from work, and while my friend was sitting in the tub, he looked at me how I put on my make -up. Then I got nice hot hot Lingerie out of the closet and after a long time put the straps belt on the network stockings again.
That looked awesome and I was already looking forward to a hot night. When my boyfriend came out of the bathroom, I had put on a mini and got a bottle of champus out of the fridge. “On a nice evening, darling” I said and we came across. Since it was too bad to put the bottle away again, we treated ourselves to more glasses until the bottle was empty.
We moved out quite nicely.
It was a pretty warm summer evening and the tram was crowded. If we hadn’t already drunk too much, we would be with that automobile driven. But so we squeezed into the crowd, a seat was not to be got hold of anyway.
I beamed at my friend with my eyes, he was looking forward to a nice evening after a long time and I too. I pushed up from behind full of high spirits and I pushed back, cheekily looking back over her shoulder. Then came a stop. I still thought my boyfriend was still behind me and so I pushed my buttocks backwards.
I felt exactly that I had hit my friend’s lovers. He understood that now as an invitation. I felt how he picked up on my buttocks and I pushed his butt pressed him. Schwups had suffered his hand under skirt and stroked my thighs.
I felt him over the hem of the Socks My inner leg touched.
I couldn’t believe it – what I dared. I didn’t look back and it was obviously not uncomfortable for me to grab so many people under my skirt in the middle. But I also liked it too much, but I tried to look into the room quite inconspicuously and without participation.
Should I turn around. No. I closed my eyes in a delightful way and slowly but definitely pushed my bottom back. My hand slipped on my friend’s pants behind me and I felt that a mighty curvature longed for freedom underneath.
My heart insisted with excitement, but I opened the friend’s pants in the crowd. He pushed my panties under the skirt to the side and then pushing his spanking under the skirt. So that it looked inconspicuously my friend now pressed his body close to my body, which I had already crossed me.
A short twitch of my head, which was also jerkily moved backwards, my friend had his tail pushed into me.
Incredible that I was taken in a ramming tram, my friend took. We both did not move our pressed bodies but a lot, but left the movement of the tram, which weighed back and forth. Since I was smaller than my boyfriend, he had properly taken me on his horn, which had to be deep in me to the shaft. It looked pretty harmless, because my dress covered it on the side.
I reached between mine Legs through and had the Egg my friend under control. The more the railway rocked, the more trance was it, my eyes were closed almost all the time. After several curves, my friend could no longer stand it and probably shot his cargo in me.
Only now do I turn the first time back and gave him a hot look over her shoulder.
This look suddenly frozen when I looked into the broad face of a Turk. The shock must have been to look at me. I panicked at the same time looking for my friend. He looked out the window irrelevant and would not have noticed anything from all of this.
I decided to pretend nothing happened. Thank God that probably noticed that in the full compartment. Actually, I’m relatively prude and talk about horny things myself find it difficult for me. Was it that what I did – in the belief that my friend was behind me – made so hot – so hot? My head must be blushed up when we got out in the city center a few minutes later.
I still said that it was terribly tight in the compartment and I sweat with heat. My friend confirmed that he was too hot too. I looked him slightly in the eye, I had to test whether he could have noticed anything. I was clearly very embarrassed and yet I noticed that even the shock of being unconscious by a stranger was somehow excited about me.
It was a nice evening, we went out to eat and dance and all evening was an incredible erotic mood in the air, whereby we keep our secret to the other. When we were back home late at night, I immediately pulled out my dress and grabbed the sofa in front of the TV on the sofa with relish. Now I noticed the long white stripes on the inside of my stockings and immediately I shot into the bathroom with a red head, I hoped he hadn’t noticed this. I took off my stockings and looked at the remnants of the strange sperm and then press my face on it.
After a very extensive shower bath I came to my friend bedroom and kissed him. I said to him: “I want to have a really sharp sex with you. A role -playing game, I’ve always dreamed of it.”
Only now did he notice that I had put on the mini and hot stockings again. “How do you imagine a role play?” asked he.
“You know when we drove on the tram today because I imagined how it would be if someone took me in the middle of the crowd.” I said. I stood in front of him and told him he should push himself from behind what he did then do. I bravely grabbed my legs and showed him a provocative look over her shoulder: “But hello, stranger, what presses against my little buttocks?“He could no longer hold back, he, like the Turk before, reached between my thighs and pressed my slip aside while I was exposed to his staff and brought it on the right path. It was the hottest sex we have ever had and we made a great role -playing game after the other until the early hours of the morning.
We have never spoken about the trip on the tram and to this day I puzzle whether I only imagined something or not.
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