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I was 20 at the time and had just moved to the “big city” for my studies from the small town mief. My first own apartment!
The move was stressful and chaotic, but at least the most important thing was done, PC, facility and television were connected – now I only had to unpack moving boxes and furnish myself comfortably.
It was late, the moving helpers were gone and I lay naked on my bed because it was Summer And very hot, although there was already deep night.
I was finally happy to be independent, but I also felt alone and simply strange in this new apartment in this foreign city.
So now I was there and smoked one cigarette after the other. Although I was tired and broken from the move, I couldn’t fall asleep.
So, I thought, another smoke, then play around a little and then I would hopefully fall asleep. I grabbed the cigarette box – don’t crap anymore.
Now I couldn’t fall asleep anymore.
So I got up and searched the whole apartment whether one of the helpers might have left his cigarettes – but nothing was.
I put on my shorts and pulled a thin, black top from one of the boxes on which “clothes” stood.
underwear Was in any other box and the things from the move I didn’t want to get out of the was also connected, also connected washing machine.
Not far from my apartment I spotted a cigarette machine earlier, which would probably go without underwear. On the way to the hallway I took a look in the mirror. Ok, I thought, under the top my little ones emerged Tits quite clearly, but who should see that in the few meters.
So I get out of the booth, down the stairs and out on the street. Even if it was very warm, a weak but cool wind pulled through the street, so I shivered a little.
The machine was about 50 meters away. When I picked up the shorts in the pocket, I realized that I didn’t have enough change. Great what now? I continued the street and after I turned twice came to a main street in which some pubs and clubs were.
To be able to change money in the hope went into the next best shop.
I went down a few steps, opened the door and went in.
The shop was small, pretty grubby and totally smoky.
I found the counter and was greeted by a happy, dark -skinned bartel. Because it was a little embarrassed to change money and I just wanted a good night drink, I ordered a vodka lemon and asked about change. I got it and just wanted to go to the cigarette machine in the corner of the shop when someone held an open box for me. “Would you like one,” asked a deep voice.
I looked up and saw in front of me a huge, black man with rastalocks in front of me, who smiled at me.
I smiled back and took one. He gave me fire. “Thank you” I said in a little hoarse voice. I pulled the smoke deep and looked around in the shop.
I seemed to have landed in an African bar, the men present were all black, some of the women too, but there were also some white women. And not only tobacco was smoked, that was clearly to smell.
The noble cigarette dispenser was still standing next to me and grinning at me.
“My name is Claude,” he said. I found nothing to say my name and so we started a conversation. He said that he had come from the Congo, lived in Belgium for 18 years and had been in Germany for a year now.
He spoke to a pleasant French accent.
He was very large, certainly over 1.90 and very muscular, a dream of a man, but much older than me, I appreciated him in the middle – in late 30.
In the meantime I had another drink intus and slowly noticed the effect of the alcohol clearly and pleasantly.
At the back of the corner, a white woman smooched with an African, while another hand pushed her under the top.
“This is normal here,” said Claude, who followed my gaze. I grinned embarrassed.
“You are very pretty, he said,” I like little German women “
I was a bit perplexed but also felt very flattered. I am really very small, not 1.60 and weighed less than 50 kg at the time – you could call me “petite”.
“Thank you” I said, adding that I would think of him if I did it myself afterwards.
I smiled at the thought and realized that I was a little wet.
If I just weren’t such a small coward ….Just let yourself be towed – just experience a really horny night.
But I clearly felt the fear. Fear of the unknown and of this stranger.
“And you are an attractive man” it broke out of me. I really said that right now?
He looked at me with his dark eyes, his gaze wandered to my top, on the fabric of which my hard people nipple For each visible badge had to.
Then he looked deep into my eyes.
“Just allow” he said softly. He seemed to guess all of my thoughts.
“I have to get out, I get dizzy”. I put money on the counter and flee the shop.
Outside I noticed that I had forgotten to pull the cigarettes. But going in again was out of the question for me.
Opposite was a cigarette machine.
I went over and pulled a box. The machine hung next to a shop window. I looked at my churned face in the reflection in the dark shop window and cursed myself.
“Coward,” I thought – at the time I wasn’t exactly very experienced in what sex was concerned, my first time Was at 17 and after that there wasn’t too much going on in this regard, I was in demand, but I couldn’t do too much with the small town boys.
“Why are you so stupid?“I wondered, in my wet fantasies the men were older, very dominant and not infrequently colored.
“But in real? No, I can’t do that, ”I said quietly to myself.
“What you can not?”
Claude stood behind me. I saw him clearly in the shop window.
He put his hands on my bare shoulders.
“are you scared?”
“Yes”
“What?”
“Before you”
“Ok,” he said, “that’s not bad.“And you’re horny?”
I closed my eyes.
“Yes,” I said. It got tight in my neck and I was really wet.
“Leave it” he whispered.
“Let it go”
And I dropped myself. He kept me faster with his strong arms and I felt his muscular chest on my head.
His right hand wandered down to my stomach and disappeared into my shorts. He felt my lust and started mine cunt Massage under the fabric. He penetrated me with a finger.
Then he pulled his hand out of my shorts and held his finger he had previously had in my grotto right in front of my mouth.
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and sucked the juice from his finger.
“Good thing,” he said. “Good”
He kissed me. Deep wandered Tongue In my mouth while his hands wandered to my tits, he kneaded gently, then tighter it felt good. Then he took my nipples between the thumb and index finger and pressed again, again gently, then always tighter until I felt a pulling pain that pulled through my whole body.
And I enjoyed it. My cunt was overcrowded. I groaned loudly.
“Do you like that?“He asked, but he already knew the answer.
“Oh yes” I gasped.
He loosened from me. “Come on” he said and took my hand.
And I went with.
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