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The X-Cross rang carefully on the neighbor’s front door. I was already wearing my fine black skirt and my white satin blouse. Finally we expected guests in an hour. Such a crap I thought, why did you forget to buy beer. In an hour, my husband’s boss would be there, spurned the wine and only drank beer. My husband was still in the city. He had called that he would come very narrowly, so he fell out to buy beer.
My car was in the workshop. Our neighbors on the left on holiday. If something doesn’t work, then everything goes wrong, Murphy’s law. Why did one of them have to be among their guests who only drank beer? Sparkling wine, wine, schnapps I had everything in the house. Just no beer. Hopefully my new neighbor to the right was the rescue. I hoped he had beer in the house. I didn’t really know him, he had only lived in this house with his wife for half a year.
We hadn’t changed more than “hello” and “hello”. But now it could be the beginning of a good neighborhood. Why had we avoided him so far? It was just a feeling of the strange in the stomach area. At the weekend they always received a visit from darkly dressed people. People who did not turn over when they went into the house, as if they had something to hide. I didn’t really know what bothered me, but they were strange.
This neighboring woman only wore black. Mostly tight clothes that are very fitting at their bodies. Well, she could wear these clothes well too. She had a really good figure with fine large pugs and a sweet butt, as my husband recently noticed. For a moment I looked at myself how I would work on Leo Krämer, our neighbors. With my look I was able to keep up with his wife. Well, my butt was tight from sport, but a little bigger, after all I had already born two children.
And my breast was also quite big, but the children had already sucked him a bit limp. But that worked with bra. But I was certainly 10 centimeters larger than her. Well, you just have to comfort yourself to comfort yourself. Pfui, what kind of thoughts did I have. On the one hand, my neighbor was certainly not interested in my appearance or size, on the other hand it didn’t matter which figure I had, I just wanted to snork with a few bottles of beer.
Leo, so for me Mr. Krämer opened the door. He was wearing black jeans and a tightly colored, tight t-shirt. In addition open black sandals. Well, it was Summer, You didn’t wore shoes. He was probably back from his job and how it seemed alone in the house. He greeted me friendly with a handshake and asked me in before I could say what I wanted. He scanned me and made me a compliment: “It’s a nice surprise to see her here.
A chic outfit, that’s certainly not because of me?“He grinned mischievously. “No,” I returned, “To be honest, we get a visit and I don’t have a beer in the house, but also no car to buy which one and my husband …” He lifted the hand to let me go for me. “Yes it is fine. It happens. Mostly it’s about coffee powder or butter on the weekend. But you have neighbors for that. “He laughed. I could laugh now, he was nice and helpful.
“I have some in the house, he pondered. “It is best to come to the basement, I have several varieties, we always have a visit to beer drinkers, you can choose a variety, I carry it over you. “I thank you exuberantly for his help, I haven’t had a beer yet, but he had collected several plus points with me. He didn’t seem to be so bad our new neighbor, Leo Krämer. Sometimes the first impression is wrong.
We passed the first basement. The door was closed. Funny, all black doors in the basement, well, I thought. Without a word he led me past the second basement, to the third basement, where the drinks were apparently stored. The second basement had been a little open. Curious as I was, I linen into it by passing. Laid out with a red carpet, the walls were kept rather dark gray, I couldn’t see much more, except … In the end there was a Andreas cross on the wall.
I saw that there were also handcuffs at all four ends. I was pretty careful about the use of a St. Andrew’s cross and only pushed: “Uff, why do you need that there?”, Out. Basically I just wanted to make a nice remark, the consequences of which I couldn’t really estimate. Leo Krämer looked at me in a friendly manner: “If you have chosen the beer here, I would be happy to show you the other basement. “He pointed to various full and half -full beverage crates.
We found wheat beer, Pils, Altbier and Kölsch. Well sorted, I thought to myself, almost like a pub. I chose Pils. You couldn’t do anything wrong with that. If I hurried now, I even got it well chilled. Half the box of Pils, who was still there, he carried past me to the door of the second cellar. “Here, I give you the box. “That should be enough for a beer drinker in the evening. Otherwise, just come over and get supplies.
“I thank you again and of course wanted to pay the beer. But he waved off. “Watch the basement?“He asked me almost without participation. I almost forgot that we had talked about it. If he hadn’t mentioned it, I would have gone now. However, I couldn’t hold my curiosity back and said unsuspectingly, “yes, I am already interested. “Leo Krämer completely opened the door. We entered the red carpet. “We often have house parties and it is good to have a basement room,” he said.
“But why a St. Andrew’s cross?“I asked honestly curiously. “Well, that’s something we do as a leisure fun. “He seemed to have guessed the question. My wife and I like something like that when someone is tied. “Well, I thought to myself, if he wants to tie his wife like this, please. I couldn’t get any more rhyme out of the whole. “But fits your wife on it, does that and what for?“Leo Krämer laughed. “Yes, she goes there, it requires a lot of trust in a partner to deliver and be fixed to you.
It’s a game. It has something erotic and personal. “I stepped closer to the cross. I looked at the ends at the ends Tie up, They were padded so that you don’t hurt when you hung it. For all four limbs, these bonds existed. Somehow I marveled at the whole. Did she find it really erotic to stand there? I stood in front of it and stretched my arms apart. Here is the advertising: As a Kindle Story (available from KDP Amazon) and as a paperback, some titles have been published by me: 1.
Anne and the angler2. Chris and the neighbor3. An erotic holiday xx (Amazon is still a bit difficult with the publication) 4. Lisa, my girlfriend is kidnapped by another5. Sabrina, police commissioner in difficult full body mission, is the erotic VACATION. The lustful start of a young student who is introduced by the elderly in all joys of sexuality. The book has an exclusive pleasure factor. Leo Krämer laughed. “Check the size? It is adjustable. Also fits for larger women.
“He pointed to me. I laughed too. “Well, I’ve never seen anything like it before. I can hardly imagine it, so the fitting, excuse me. “” No, no excuse, it is ok if you are interested in it impartially. If you want, you can take measurements. “With both hands he meant that the St. Andrew’s cross would be there for me. “I squeezed:” What, you want to tie me on it?“He laughed,“ only if you want.
If they are brave enough and trust me to take them off again, of course. “With one hand he already had a bondage in his hand. He wanted to test me. He spoke to my courage and of course challenged me. It would have been easy to say no here. But I didn’t want to admit that it was too cowardly. He should see that I wasn’t scary. He didn’t look like a mass murderer who let me bleed out in the basement.
And of course I wanted to show him that I found him trusting. Finally he had given me his beer. “We can try it,” I answered courageously, “but they start again when I say it?”” Clear, one word and I get rid of it. “Without further words he conducted me between the cross and raised my arms. What I did not consider was that, as soon as he had attached me to the arms, and the fortifications had moved up so far that my arms were stretched out and excited that my breast was pushing forward and sitting closely at the blouse.
In addition, my blouse released a significant part of my black bra including my breast. The apples were ready to pick in front of him. Leo Krämer pretended that he wasn’t notice. The bonds didn’t hurt, their upholstery was rather pleasant, so you could endure the bondage. On the other hand, it was unusual not to be able to protect my arms protectively in front of my dralle bust. That certainly looked very obscene. He pulled my right leg outwards, clicked it too, then my left a bit and click I was completely tied up.
I hung in the cross. I was delivered to him. I couldn’t move more than a few centimeters to the right or left. Nor had I thought that spreading the legs to an embarrassing height slipped up to an embarrassing height. I felt that my black panties came into its own clearly visible. “Shit,” I thought, but I didn’t want to give me any nonsense at that moment. After all, I had said “yes” to everything. It was pure nakedness.
I had something very teasing dressed today, to be able to delight my late evening. The slip was very economical on fabric and transparent. You could certainly see that my pussy was freshly shaved with lust lips folded together in the nest. Our neighbor would open up as a nestrust?”How do you feel?“He asked really worried. He still pretended that he wouldn’t see all the female attributes. “Well, I’m absolutely well,” I log.
“And what happens then?“I tried to distract from this question, maybe also from his look at me. He didn’t really look at my noble places. Was my bra, both of which ended up above the breasts and the breasts left it quite freely in between, as well as my scarce panties are not worth a look?”Hm”, he grumbled, “there are various options, you touch the one that is so tightly tensed, or there are different instruments with which you do it that way.
“He explained professionally. He looked at me expectantly. He did not make any appearances to touch what I would have expected. He did not use my situation. What should I have done now? I was glad that he didn’t use the situation for himself. It was clear to me that he shouldn’t touch me. I didn’t want to be tied. What should I tell my husband? I was at the neighbor, let myself be chained and he touched me immoral? No.
Was out of the question. My location was not necessarily motivated, but I tried to see the clock, whether it wasn’t late and I had to go over to our house. The hour until the first guests appeared had to be over soon. It was slightly queasy for me. “Better an instrument,” I showed courage. I thought I will get rid of earlier than if he should find fun to touch me. Leo Krämer nodded.
“I’ll see what is going to be,” he grumbled. So far I hadn’t seen the closet in the corner. A large, heavy cabinet with carvings stood there and seemed to contain something interesting. I couldn’t look when Leo opened him. But I saw that he probably had a large selection available. Then he showed me what he had taken out. A long goose spring. “This is something nice, for example, if you want?“He kept my feather in front of my face and painted fantasy figures in the air.
I didn’t want to say no directly, thought the alternative with the touches of his hands and agreed. Should it be a goose spring. “Yes, it’s good,” I said bravely. “Close your eyes!“His sound was calm, but definitely. I did less because he wanted it, more because I wanted to think about what was happening here and I always had my best thoughts when I closed my eyes. I felt the pen. Delicate, very tender, he first touched my baking, my forehead and nose.
It tickled, it had something loving, it was almost fun to be touched like that. Then he stroked my arms, up on the side, down on the other arm. I instinctively smile. “If you don’t like it, say it. “His sentence was certainly meant rhetorically, he saw that I grinned motionless, with eyes closed. I denied with a headlight and allowed my eyes. This calm, these little touches, you could forget the stress of the day.
Now I felt the pen on my neck, grrr, that was something. I liked it I liked my husband kissing my neck. Nice. The pen continued on my neck. He even made it slightly under the blouse on the back. I relaxed. The pen hiked to my neckline. Oh, he was brave. I still closed my eyes. From the left yoke bone to the right and back. That was already a new dimension, directly on the runway of my breast.
It went deeper. I wanted that or expected that? I felt how he wagged back and forth between my breasts. My black bra pounded out of the blouse. I didn’t care. Half in the blouse, along the bra bowls the pen hiked back and forth. Nevertheless I was calm about it, strangely relaxed. I literally hung here in the ropes and enjoyed tickling with a goose spring. If my husband knew that.
By pulling the arms apart, my blouse tensioned so far that the fabric opened between the individual buttons and probably a delicate sight of the approaches of my breasts and my stomach was free. My stomach twitched when he started there. At the level of the nabel I was particularly tickled. I turned myself. He reached the lower band of my bra. The design of my bra was reinforced the view of the content between the two breasts.
There was quite freedom that was clearly recognizable between the buttons. Exactly in these gaps, between the two buttons of my blouse, he managed to lead the pen. The sides of my breast succumb to contact. When he arrived at the top button, I felt that certain feelings rose in me. They were reinforced when he cut around my breasts over the blouse. I felt exactly how my breast tips hardened. My nipples had the tendency to step far forward when she caught the lust.
The nipples pressed deep into the fabric. He would see it sure. I breathed a deep breath. The thought came up a little to stroke my breast tips, but he cleverly moved the pen around it. What only increased their excitement. He wanted to increase my excitement by giving up? He did it. “Enough,” he asked a friendly undertone who revealed that it wasn’t actually enough. He knew that he had made me slightly excited.
“Or further, it can be even more intense … “My courage or better my madness were not completely used up yet and so I just nodded. I stood in front of him expectantly. My high shoes were a bit uncomfortable to be tied to this cross. I hadn’t suspected that high heels would still be a hindrance today. Nevertheless I got up and now felt the pen on the ankle cuffs. Without stockings you felt that very precisely.
It tingled. The pen came higher. My knees became soft, how far it would penetrate? My thighs were extremely sensitive, that’s exactly where he touched me now. It switched from the outside of the thighs to the inside of the thighs. I winced, but I didn’t say anything. Then she was this pen. Exactly where my already scarce slip started. Along the lower rubber he stroked to my ass and back again.
Nice along the pleasure lips without touching them. So the spring was only a few centimeters away from my pleasure center. That triggered a quake in me. What did he have done with this pen? I got hot. The juices started to run. Whether he noticed that? Sure, he had to see how the lust lips slowly filled with blood to become more sensitive to all touches. “Still ok,” he asked again with this sweet voice.
The question was dared, I could have stopped here, yes. It was now clearly about lust. To lust. But, I came up with my lust. I didn’t have the impression that he was taking advantage of my situation, I trusted him as he had told me. If crazy, I wanted more of it. So I nodded again. I had crossed a border to the sensation of pleasure that I knew I couldn’t tell them to anyone.
What did the touch of a pen. With uniform frond movements he now drove me over the narrow panties. The thin fabric hardly took away the irritation of the pen. When he touched the closeness of my pleasure, I had to twitch violently. Yes, I clearly felt it. The movements, which were very limited, were clearly fucking movements. I kept stretching his abdomen in ecstasy, as with a good fuck, it was to be grasped?”More?“, He breathed.
“More,” I replied in my twitch. He stopped and turned the pen around. With the stem he circle my labia and went back to this point. The pressure on my clit became more intense, I twitched again. My abdomen fell towards him, fucking movements, which was ready for time tail would follow the lust. My pussy got pretty wet. What horny feelings he triggered there. If he did it for a long time, I would go to an animal in the basement, tied to the cross orgasm come.
He knew well. He now stroked the stem in the middle of the labia that opened up and stayed where the opening lured to paradise. With a little pressure, he managed to move the stem between the labia. My pants were wet. If it were possible, I would have relied on him and fucked extensively. E saw it sure. Then he stopped. I opened my eyes. He looked at me urgently.
How electrified I looked back. Maybe he saw that my eyes demanded more? He tied me off, I almost fell into his arms. I still winced. “It is enough for today,” he said. He pressed me itself, I hung on him almost lifelessly, he gently stroked my head and held me on my shoulders. “You are an extraordinary woman, Sarah, I can go to you? There are not many who do it so full of trust at the beginning and then go so far.
“I was taken, churned up, beyond. I was still pretty horny. If he had me on the couch placed in the other corner and would have come over me. I couldn’t have defended myself. Probably not want either. What should I say. It took me to get the words. “Sure, Leo, let us do it when you can trigger feelings …” Soon I found the strength to stand on my own feet again. He carried the beer to my fridge.
Slowly and calmly he put the bottles in the ice compartment. “Should still be enough to cool,” he grumbled again with his sonorous voice. “Leave the slip, feel it, feel like it,” was everything he said. Usually I would have changed slips so that none of the visitor could smell what I had just experienced. Yes, I would leave him on. I would want to smell what had happened to me myself. I looked at him.
Probably he recognized the somewhat irritated looks I showed. “If you like Sarah, come back, that was the beginning,” he said to me. Every word was difficult like a meal. They all clumsy in my stomach. They pulled me down. I leaned forward from the heavy load. But it was exactly what I wanted to hear. Confused as I was, I wanted more. So that couldn’t be an end yet.
I nodded, I wanted to come over as cool as possible. I just breathed: “gladly”. Then he gave me friendly kisses on my cheeks and disappeared. Throughout the evening I felt the pen, at all parts of the body where he had touched me. Particularly intensely the stem between my pleasure lips. I felt the longer I concentrated on it, the more wet I became again. I did not register the guests at all, not even my husband. The conversations were meaningless and not important to me.
At night I had wild dreams. I was awakened in the morning, completely wet between my legs, I wavered into the bathroom. I was looking forward to giving the empty beer box back.
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