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Rolling hill
It was late summer and I was presumed in one of the most beautiful phases of my life. Eight weeks of motorcycle tour through France, Spain and Portugal. Today it was so hot that the heat was literally glowing, a silence around me that I would like to attribute a snowy, subdued winter afternoon. Even the sunflowers no longer extended their heads to the sun, but put them limp.
The fields were harvested and the stubble had accepted a slight tan. I decided to undress and continue with a free torso, in the hope of the cooling effect of the wind. Gossip, eye, boah … I had to give up the attempt to drive moped at a time, which every fly, every stone, indeed every dust grain, crashed into my chest with such a force that it hurt. So stop again and put on again.
Even this morning I had bathed in the Santa Clara reservoir and longed for the soft, cool water that flushed me up like a body lotion. Well what should I do, the tour tilted at its end, my bags were almost empty. Hopefully the coal will still reach home for the fuel. It should be my last day in Portugal before I probably crossed the border to Spain tomorrow morning.
I drove on and came to an area full of round, rolling hills and fields, with isolated cork oaks typical of this area. The heat flickered over this beautiful hills, which was immediately reminded of a cute round or well -shaped breasts. It was too hot to record some smells from the area and I felt every kilometer traveled back in my tired bones. So I decided to find a place to stay here between these wonderful breasts.
In a tiny place I buy a white bread, some cheese, water and 2 bottles of red wine in a “bar alimentacion” – or should I buy 27 bottles better? So I decided on 3 bottles, stowed everything in my pocket on the motorcycle and slowly drove along the village street until I left the village. After about 3 kilometers I drove a small dirt road that led me deeper and deeper into this, as if flowed hilly landscape. On the edge of the path, a stream splashed away and whispered the promise of cooling into my ears. At the top of a hill I found what I was looking for.
Two cork oaks that had exactly the right distance to tense my hammock between them. My machine groans up the steep hill and came to a standstill in the shadow of the cork oak. I got off and immediately tore my clothes off my body because it was still unbearably hot. Then I went down to the stream and cooled down.
The water enveloped my body and was pleasantly cool, it massaged my body that hurt almost everywhere from the many kilometers on the bumpy country road. Oh, how beautiful life can be, I thought and closed my eyes. The sun was now coming deeper and the gnarled cork oaks threw long shadows. Some cigalls (grilling) accompanied the melody of the stream with their chirp.
And the day itself also seemed to sing in the face of approaching dusk. Everything came together to form a fantastic symphony. I came to the stream refreshed and cheerfully, I still had to collect firewood, because the September nights were already very cold. In addition, because of the extreme drought, I wanted to build a stone fireplace so that I did not accidentally set the stubble fields on fire with my campfire.
When I was finished with this work, I put myself relaxed in my hammock and marveled at the slowly reddish -coloring hills and mountains. I was completely alone, only me and the hills, the stream, the chirping cigal and the singing day. I turned a bag, lit it and leaned back into my hammock. I inhaled deeply and the smoke scratched something in my throat.
It tasted sweet and herb tender and very different than last night in Santa Clara. When exhaling, this deep relaxation and satisfaction immediately stood up in me. The sun sank continuously and my gaze wandered into the direction of the swaying sunset. Suddenly I saw the silhouette of a petite person on the horizon.
She moved elegantly and dancing as if she was walking around the clock of Izy’s, Over the Rainbow in the prairie. It seemed as if she had joined an invisible headphone who continued to play this melody. Her movements were graceful and sexy and she came directly to me. The evening red flowed behind her, well down the hills and with every step she fucked to me, I could see more from her.
She had a cozy dark hair that looked like a strong wind had just played in it, even though it was totally windless. Her bright dress showed the appearance as if someone had thrown it over her and it nestled closely on her wonderful body as if it were part of her. Under the flowing movements of the fabric, I was able to recognize their incredibly pretty physical contours, which were clearly emerging. With every step, her breasts also bobbed in time by Izy’s melody under the velvety-Side fabric.
Your whole appearance had something unreal. So she came like a Angel, looked directly into my soul with her blue eyes and smiled at me. In disbelief and like in a dream, I first looked at my joint and then back into her deep blue eyes, which almost invited me to sink into them. To give me to her, without having any contradictions to do everything she wants.
She stepped up at my hammock, smiled even wider and long with her hand to my joint, but her fingers touched my hand very slightly. Up the hand up in the arm and down through my heart into my stomach, spread a bliss – warm feeling. I was just wearing her jeans in front of her. She inhaled deeply and strongly, her eyes narrowed a little bit before she blew a intoxication in my face.
Then she inhaled again, turned the joint, and stuck it in the mouth with the embers, so that only the filter emerged from her wonderful red lips. She leaned down to me and gave me a shot. Her face and lips were right in front of me and if she hadn’t had this damn joint between my lips, I would have kissed her immediately. Instead, I greedily sucked the smoke she blown into my lungs.
It scratched so hard that I was still starting to cough while I was out of the shot. She threw her head back and began to laugh at laughing. After my coughing fit, I also had to laugh out of full neck. And so our first form of verbal communication was a loud, strong laughter.
We could hardly stop again and laughed so warmly and persistently until our laughing muscles hurt and the tears ran over our cheeks. Then we gradually calmed down again. Not a second – even during the laughing attack – broke away from each other. Then the beautiful stranger leaned down to me again and licked my tongue from my cheeks with her tongue and asked me to do it with her eyes.
I sucked her tears carefully and in my mouth a taste spread as if all the fragrances and aromas of this world had gathered in my mouth. It clicked and as in a time-lapse all my life played, with all the smell and taste experiences in front of my inner eye. I do not know if this film lasted hours, days or even seconds, but when I opened my eyes again, she was still in front of me and held with her hands, which gently enclosed my. She said: “Hello Meu Bonito! EU Esperei em você por muito pace.»
(Hello my beautiful, I’ve been expecting you for a long time)
Although my Portuguese vocabulary, please, please, hello and to see, I understand very clearly what she said.
I smiled at her and then replied in perfect Portuguese: «Hello Minha Flor. Embora o sol vá em linha reta para baixo, vem acima para mim agora somente. »(Hello my flower. Although the sun is going down, it only opens for me now.)))
Of course I was totally perplexed about my suddenly appearing language skills, but somehow I was no longer surprised at all.
Since this wonderful woman appeared, everything has been different;My thinking, my feeling, my heartbeat, my breathing just everything.
Her grip around my hands strengthened slightly and she pulled me out of the hammock. Now I stood right in front of her and her handle loosened. But soon I felt her warm hands on my hips. She stroked me tenderly and spoiled my upper body with gentle caresses.
My nipples immediately became hard and my whole body passed goose bumps. She got closer and closer to me and I also wrapped my arms around her. Her body felt as good as a mirror -smooth marble statue and yet very warm and soft. We dropped ourselves and I expected every second, with an uncomfortable hard impact on what was dried by the heat, bone -dry and hard floor.
But for inexplicable reasons, the hard impact failed to materialize and we landed closely but softly on the ground.
From now on, I felt like I was never in an end in an never -ending frenzy. Around us this red, soft and warm light, the setting sun and the symphony of the adult day.
Her eyes were so deep that I had the feeling of falling into an abyss all the time. However, this feeling of falling was not uncomfortable, as with a fall, but much more wanted and desired. I felt my blood pulsating in my body, my heartbeat, which seemed to be lawn and a noise in my ears.
My hands hiked excitedly and full of excitement, over her beautiful body and immediately noticed that she had no other items. I stroked her shoulders and let my hands hike over her wonderful back until I reached the rolling hills of her beautiful pos. My hands turn their buttocks and pulled them tenderly but with a firm grip. I noticed how her body began to shake and her pretty mouth a tender, greedy whimper.
My hands continued on their trip and I touched their wonderfully smooth shaved cunt very tenderly and carefully. The heat that exuded her vulva drove me small sparkling welding beads on my forehead. She pulled me closer and closer and I felt her body began to wind and move in a mixture of wild greed and deeply felt tender passion. I slid my finger through her moist hot column and was almost passed out with lust.
I felt like mine tail became more and more stiffer and I rubbed my body to let her know. She felt it immediately and rubbed her body on mine erection. Finally our lips found each other and she willingly opened her mouth to welcome my tongue. This kiss robbed me of the last sense and all my blood only seemed to pulsate in my loins.
I pushed her dress down my shoulder so that I could see her beautifully shaped breasts. While my right hand, one of her volley clutch clutched and tenderly kneaded it, I continued to search through her horny dripping wet with my finger of the other hand and then slowly penetrated into her sweet cunt. It revised me a salty, bitter, sweet smell that seemed to be cleared out of her step. I sucked on her nipples with my lips and started finging her wet cunt.
Again and again she groaned greedily. She too let her hands slide over my body and they found my zipper to open it immediately. She took my cock in her hands and caught my hard shaft jerk off.
The sunset flickered around us in fantastic red tones.
Our eyes were found again and we beamed at our lips on our lips and the eyes full of desire, full of passion, full of lust ..
I want you, want more, wants everything, I heard her whimper and I pressed her upper body firmly onto the hard surface. The hard, cubic stubble of the field drilled into the meat of their back and hurt in a pleasant way. She turned under me and her hips stretched out with me lustfully.
She still looked at me and her eyes told me that I should force her to do everything with her. I picked her up and put her in the hangmatt that protruded her head over the edge.
Then I stood so that my hard cock was right in front of her face. She opens her mouth with a smile and I penetrated him. At first very careful, only with my glans, but she started sucking so greedily that I penetrated deeper and deeper into her wonderful mouth. I felt that she wanted to be fucked hard in her mouth and so I pushed slowly but hard and deep into her.
After a while I pulled back from her and leaned down to her to give her a tender kiss. Hmmmm, her mouth was hot and damp and I could taste myself on her tongue. Then I walked around the hammock and knelt in front of her open thighs. Her pussy shone with lust and looked beautiful.
I enclosed her labia with my lips and sucked on her. Her taste was so unique and tasty that I couldn’t have enough of her. My tongue now penetrated into her dark column and sank deeper and deeper into her. Then my lips finally found their pearl, which was very hard and big.
I picked her up in myself and carefully sucked on her while my fingers stuffed her horny hole. Everywhere her juice ran and slowly ran down until he found his way to her little tight asshole. Her abdomen was a single twitch and I felt that she was ready for my hard cock now. I still let her fidget a little longer and penetrated with my index finger into her ass one while my thumb edited her horny cunt and my lips were still sucking greedily on her clit.
Her breath went faster and faster and she whimpered that I should finally give it to her. So I let myself go in front of her and immediately penetrated her soft wet cunt. I stopped very quiet and started rocking the hammock. With every swing I penetrated deeper into it until her whole cunt wrapped me.
Her cunt shrugged violently and she clutched my cock, yes she started to milk him. The juice still flocked out of it and ran along the shaft to look for a way to my eggs. I now started to fuck her properly, tougher and faster. I heard her moan and felt that she wanted it to have it too.
So I pulled my cock out of her cunt and immediately let her horny tight asshole slip into her horny. I pushed deep and she started screaming. Now I always fucked her alternately in her two horny holes and felt how she came for the first time. Her orgasm Allowed everything around us and I had the impression that the ground began to fluctuate below us.
Her abdomen flinched and milked my cock, I stayed very deep in her and hardly moved, but she massaged me with her greedy pussy the tail. I felt that she also wanted my juice and started fucking her again. The blood pulsed in my cock and I felt that I was soon that. But I really wanted to fuck her mouth again before I came.
And so I pulled back from her and held my cock to her. She jumped out of the hammock and knelt in front of me and started to blow my horny thickness. In doing so, she alternately jerked him with her hands and horny tits, always took in his mouth very deeply and sucks vigorously on him. Hmmmmmm it was so nice to be in her mouth and it felt like we merged into a single body.
Then I came tremendously and with every pulsation of my cock I bumped a gush sperm out of. Because the first gush she picked up with her mouth and then she jerked the rest on her horny tits. Wow it was such a beautiful orgasm for me, she knelt in front of me and I helped her up and took her firmly in my arms. Our lips found each other and we kissed greedily.
The taste of her cunt was still on my tongue and it tasted so much like me. The flavors and tastes united in our mouths into a unique, unusual- beautiful flavor orchestra.
We lay down closely in the hammock and watched the sun as they were disappearing behind one of the rolling hills. The sky turned red and you could already see the darkness on the horizon. The moon smiled down on us and soon the first stars would angry us.
We hardly talked and said so much. Only through our touches and tenderness did we communicate with each other. I lit the fire and we drank the wine, the water, ate the bread and cheese, but between every sip and every bit we kissed intimately and then fed each other again. The fireflies danced a lovely dance for us under the gnarled cork oaks.
The night was dark and very quiet, but in our hearts it was very loud. There was an incredible starry sky above us, which only seemed to shine and sparkle for us. I don’t know how often we loved each other that night, but we did it over and over again until we were exhausted and narrowly fell asleep in the hammock. The night woke up quietly over us and gave us beautiful dreams: and we both wished to never wake out of this dream.
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