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During my studies I lived in a simple background in a small apartment on the ground floor of a dilapidated, ugly apartment block near the city center;A shabby home that had two advantages that I appreciated: First, the little one was right in front of the window of my bedroom Garden The residential complex – a welcome gem within the ever -conveyor of the eternal blocks and streets: nothing special, of course, a rusty table, a few rickety seat chairs and a few overgrown bushes that open the stained lawn, but still a pleasantly lonely retreat for learning and relaxing inNoise and life of the big city. Second, and I particularly appreciate this, because of a sweaty part -time job, I could actually afford to live in this apartment alone – no nervous roommates, no theater, no, I had the apartment for myself and I loved it. The hole was tiny and dirty and terribly run down, but it was my only home for a while and I felt at home there. On the first floor, a shared apartment of two students lived: I practically never saw one, I didn’t even know her name, but the other, Katja, was a year younger than me, studied photography at the university and although apart from a few conversations inNever more staircase or hallway Contact I found her very sympathetic: she spoke quickly and with a smoky-sweet voice, her blue eyes shone lightly, her long, red hair usually wore into a braid in the neck, her small, delicate body was always right under herClearly adjacent clothes clearly, and her smile chased a cozy shower through my body every time – I was a convinced single at the time, but for Katja I would have thoroughly covered my views.
One evening in Summer, I had just climbed out of the after-work shower and only fled through the apartment in T-shirt and shorts, she was suddenly and without notice in front of my apartment door. “Hey Jonas,” she said without hesitating and without reacting to my blushing cheeks. “I drive in the day after the day after two weeks with Sonny Vacation.”” Nice, “I replied Perplex. “Who is Sonny?“She twisted her eyes and smiled her insane smile.
My god, this woman was beautiful. “Sonja?“, She asked, as if I was an idiot,“ my roommate? Your other neighbor? You already know?”” Achso “, I replied, now really turned red, and lowered the gaze. She just smiled and continued: “In any case, it would be pretty stupid if nobody would take care of the apartment all the time and only yesterday Mr. Zimmer told me that he didn’t have time-after all, I thought that he was relievedName room told me something. That was our landlord.
Allegedly. “- And now I’m there and nobody takes care of the post and the plants and in general, if it burns and so on, is not true?“Katjas Redschwall was impressive. She spoke quickly. I had already mentioned how wonderful her voice was? “And now you want to give me the keys so that I can take care of your apartment in your absence?”, I asked.
“Perfectly right, Sherlock. Absolutely right. If you help us, you have something good for me.“She winked too. I don’t think I have to mention how my answer was.
The days passed, Katja and “Sonny” (I had already forgotten their name in the meantime) went on vacation to Portugal and at least I was not master of one for a limited period of time, but over two apartments.
I went up every evening, pulled a round through the apartment, poured the few flowers and put the mail on the kitchen table. The apartment of the two women was not only larger and brighter than mine, but also much cleaner and well -kept. There was a fragrance in the air, as it only exists in girls’ shared apartments, and it was not uncommon for myself to caught the thought of taking advantage of the storm-free time and in the foreign apartment a little of the voyeuristic curiosity-Katjas bedroom Of course, there was a special charm on me. It was Friday evening when my mental resistance finally broke.
I was relaxed and was looking forward to the upcoming weekend, since I had actually not been imposed on any abstruse tasks for the university or layers at work, and so I fled on my sofa, read in a book and suddenly got me without me beingit would somehow intended, a powerful one erection, that pressed from the inside against the waistband of my pants. I had pressure that had built up in the course of the stressful week and now, when I had a clear head for the first time in days, absolutely wanted to be drained off. I had already pulled out my pants and just wanted to put on me in front of the mirror in the bathroom, when I had a thought: Katja’s bedroom. Now.
Nobody was there. Nobody would ever find out about it. I could do what I wanted. I was free.
I would lie if I said that I had no guilty conscience when I sneaked up the apartment through the stairwell without trousers and there was still the desire to take the apartment there with trembling hands and trembling hearts – but I was too great, tooThe desire was great. Katja’s room, which lay in the back of the apartment, was surprisingly large: on one wall a wide bed covered with white sheets, as well as an expansive, white wardrobe and several shelves that filled with books, DVDs and other frillswere. “What do we do next,” asked me my penis, who now stretched to full size in the relative security of the apartment and in the middle of this foreign room. I didn’t know what I was actually looking for myself.
What did I expect to find here? I ran more or less aimlessly through the room, with one hand on my penis, looked at my books and DVDs, stroked the bed linen tenderly, sniffed my pillow. There were two folders on the glass bedside table, both labeled with a black felt pen. “Me,” stood on one one, “you” on the other. I took the above I folder, more out of a playful curiosity than with any goal, put it carefully on the bed, opened, and did not believe my eyes: neatly retrofitted photos, dozens of photos, with clear motifs: self-portraits of Katja.
Nude photos.
My heart hit me to my neck, like in delusion I now jerked my sex while I was rummaging through the photos: Katja in underwear Lying in bed, Katja naked in front of the mirror, Katja, who massaged the small, firm breasts, Katja confidently kept her spread labia in the camera and thus revealed her pink -colored, shiny pussy. It was amazing. In the last photo, Katja was sitting on the floor of her room with wide -spread legs, while Sonny, who otherwise could not be seen in any other photo, was sitting behind her, holding her in her arms and massaging with her right hand Katjas Pussy.
While Sonny cheekily looked at the viewer, Katja had closed his eyes with pleasure, a mysterious smile on his lips. Some drops of ejaculates dripped onto the bed linen from my penis, which I still wank wildly, but that wasn’t important to me just enough. Several times I saw the numerous photos, then I put the folder aside and reached for the second, which was labeled with “you”. Its content didn’t get me any less cold: photos were also inserted here, but only a few, and with definitely other motifs: they were photos of me through the window Recorded from the garden – photos of me how I was wanking on my bed or stood in my room.
Katja had watched and photographed me while I satisfied myself, in my room, from the garden! I should have felt anger or shame, instead I was only cool. I finally sprayed my seeds with loud groan and groaning and got rid of the pressure that had been dammed up in me for days. My juice syringe over the two folders, about the photos of Katja and me, and some stripes of the white liquid landed on Katja’s bed sheet.
When I trembling with exhaustion, excitement and plagued by guilty, the two folders carefully put back on the bedside table, a note fell out of the DU folder, which I had obviously not noticed in my excitement beforehand.
I picked him up and read. He was from Katja. “Hey Jonas, nice that you discovered our treasure chest. I hope you have your fun with it, we would be very happy.
Greetings from Katja and also from the other roommate, whose names you always forget. We solve our guilt when we are back. Promised!“I couldn’t help but a big grin
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