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“What did you think about it?“Again and again it shot through his head. This one sentence, this one question. He had decided that spontaneously, hadn’t thought about it. He had met Delilah almost 3 months ago via a chat portal for singles. They had written together for a few weeks and got to know each other better. 2 days ago it suddenly happened. She had asked him out of the blue if he wanted to meet with her.
The impulse – the desire – was too strong to be too big, his reason too weak. Now he was sitting in this little café, only 2 cross streets from his apartment and was waiting for her. On his cell phone display, he looked at the last message he wrote “Café Barista, 18:30” and her answer “Okay. See you then. “He had been so nervous that he had started much too early and now he had been sitting here for almost half an hour, had already drunk 2 cappuccino and watched the past people.
It was a nice sunny day and the late afternoon conjured up a play of colors of orange and red across the sky. So far he had received only a rough description of Delilah on her part. He had sent her a picture of himself so that she recognizes him. In response, he had hoped for a picture of her, but didn’t get any. The waiter just brought him a piece of chocolate cakes when he heard a bright voice behind him. “I also take one and an Irish coffee.
Thanks. “The woman who had spoken stood next to him. It was big, wore a knee-length light blue summer dress with a deep neckline and color-coordinated light blue and white ballerinas. Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders on her back, copper -red highlights and tips completed the style. The first thing that noticed was her face. The gray-green eyes and their red lips, which were in strong contrast to their light skin. The small nose and the tight -fitting ears.
He needed a moment to realize that she was not standing next to him for fun. When he understood when he had there, he literally jumped up from his chair. However, this only meant that he hit his knee against the table and almost spilled the cappuccino, which was in front of him in his cup. She quickly put her hand on his shoulder and said: “Stay sitting. Everything OK. “She pulled up a chair from the neighboring table and sat down opposite him.
A fleeting look over her body was enough to bring his heart to the lawn. Long Legs, Which she had gracefully struck her when she was sitting down, wide hips, a narrow waist and a bust size that strained the neckline of the summer dress. “All in all, proportionate, the curves in the right places and light model qualities. “That was the description that stood in her profile on the chat portal. He found that this was not an exaggeration. “Sorry.
Really, I … “He wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m just a little nervous. “That was pretty much the understatement par excellence, but what else should he say? Your smile as an answer was disarming. “No problem. I should apologize. I let you wait. I’m sorry. My bus is a bit late. “He looked at his watch unnoticed, it was just 5 minutes after the agreed time.
On the other hand, he decided to draw her attention to the fact that she was quite punctual. “How are you doing? Did you find well?””Oh yeah. Your directions was flawless. She seemed as detailed as if you had often covered the route. “Now it was to smile at him. “To be honest every day. I live nearby. Since I don’t automobile I also go by bus. That’s why I know the route pretty much by heart.
“The waiter reappeared her order on a tray. The coffee would be there right away, he said and turned around again. He saw her briefly looked at the waiter before turning back to him. “And I’m just as well … maybe even better than 3 hours ago, when you asked me the same thing in chat. “She continued the sentence that started. He blushed. She shouldn’t have shown that that.
He just tried to do some small talk … Why did she have to make it so difficult for him? After her coffee was there and she enjoyed the cake and coffee, she began to tell and he was limited to listening. So it was best for him and his nervousness would not be noticeable if he talked less. After an hour of less than an hour, the waiter pushed the tables to the edge and put the chairs into the interior of the café.
There were only a few minutes left to the closure and they paid. Despite his invitation, she had insisted on paying her part herself. He was not sure whether she would really appear and therefore had her meeting only an hour and a half before the café’s opening hours. If she hadn’t appeared, he could have been drinking his cappuccino and then walking without any suspicion that he had not only stopped by a short coffee on his way home.
Now, however, he didn’t know what to do because he hadn’t thought about what to do if she appeared. While he already thought about “going to the cinema” or “going to the city”, she asked “you show me your apartment?“He looked at her confused. “What, my apartment?” “Yes. You said you live nearby. Then we can just go to you. “Her proposal benefited him, even if he hadn’t done it on his own.
If he had asked the question, he would have happened stupid. Arrived with him, he put his bag in the hallway, she hung her on the cloakroom. After showing her briefly the individual rooms, they sat down in Living room on the sofa. The television ran. He had forgotten to turn it off in his nervousness when he went. As they were sitting and talking, his nervousness passed and he became a little safer. He was at home here, nothing could happen to him here.
She also seemed to notice that he had relaxed, because she was now more open, warm and not as distant as in the cafe. In fact, she was sitting next to him only a few centimeters. So close that he could smell their perfume as it gently pulled over to him. “Your perfume smells great. “He said while taking a deep sip from the glass in front of him. When asked, he had mixed for both drinks, which they had been sucking out for a few minutes now.
“Thanks. I bought it recently and today the first time really used. “With these words she stroked her hair behind her left shoulder and behind her ear. Then she put her head on the side and showed him her neck. “Here, smell more precisely. “He turned to her and sniffed briefly. The fragrance had also been so clear enough for him. But he did not miss the chance of being close to her. When she felt his breath, he saw how a hairdryer set up on her neck.
Without thinking about it or hesitation, he touched her neck with his lips. Gently, he kissed her tenderly. She just flinched briefly before relaxing again. That’s why he had been so nervous earlier, so he had sat in this café all the time. That’s why he had taken himself so clumsy. She wanted this to happen. She knew that it ran out. For that they had agreed. Everything before was a game, a facade.
A “date” to justify what would happen next. When his lips loosened from her neck, he felt slowly stroking his upper body like his fingers, over his shoulders and then along his back. She turned to him and looked at him with these gray-green eyes in which he could get lost. He opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but no matter what it was, it didn’t leave his lips. She used the moment to kiss him, a hand on his cheek, one pushed under his t-shirt.
Her lips opened and their tongues were playfully found. At the same time, he drove through her hair with his hand, enjoyed the passionate kiss, felt her hand stroked his hand over his upper body, a finger pulled his track in a playful way. Her hand pushed out on his neck under the shirt, she drove up over his neck against the stroke through the short hair. Then she pulled up the t-shirt with the entire arm and over his head.
Her other hand had now moved down to his jeans and solved the button. At the same moment as she threw his shirt aside. She wandered his hip with her hands and then reached the back of the hobby. He raised his hip and she pulled her pants down. These also falling casually, she now turned completely to him and sat on his lap wide -legged, while he was only in a black boxer shorts.
His hands reached her buttocks, then slowly drove up her hips and her breasts. When he continued with his fingers up, she leaned over at the back and put her head back. He pulled the wearers of her dress on the side of her shoulders and she pulled her arms through. Despite everything, the dress was still loosely below her shoulders. Slowly he had his hands spread over her body again, carefully concerned to touch every possible centimeter.
She leaned to him, again met her lips and tongues. Her hand drove over his, reached for her, led her deeper, up to her knees. She led him under the dress, let him slowly push it over her thighs and then led his hand between her thighs, where he was astonished that she was not wearing anything under the dress. Leaded by her hand, he slowly turns her clitoris with his fingers, which at the moment a slight groaning abrupt her.
Inspired by it he pulled up her dress with both hands. She stretched her arms up and as she had pulled his shirt from him, he had her dress roam over her in a flowing movement. He threw it on the floor next to his pants and let his gaze glide over her body. If he had already been amazed in the café, he was now overwhelmed. Stroking with one hand over her chest, a finger around her nipple, his other hand slid again between her legs.
He continued where he had stopped, playing around her clitoris, like her chest. But her hands were not inactive either … slowly sliding over his shoulders and chest, she had also reached his legs and had reached in his shorts with one hand. Your hand enclosed his stiff penis, only slowly, then faster and down. The other had pushed her under his buttocks and now pressed his hip against hers with this.
Spurred off the nearby, he slowly let his fingers penetrate into her now moist vagina. A loud groaned from her when he penetrated deeply and started moving his fingers in a circular movements. Her hand enclosed him firmer, she moved faster. Her hip pushed back and forth, rythmically for every single push, every movement of his hand and her. Her hand slipped, loosened from him. She drove her hands over her own body, her breasts, her neck, through her hair, down over her sides.
She supported herself on the side of him on the sofa, trembling, twitching. He felt her vagina closer around his fingers, cramped with each impact. So wet that she was already dripping on his thighs, her labia full of. Impulsive twitching, she pushed her hip firmly against his hand several times, while he quickly got his thumb on her clitoris with his fingers. Groan up with a last loud, the tension died in your body.
He felt as she loosened from him, still trembling. Several times she took hissing air when he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. Her hands wrapped his neck and pulled it aside. Then she drove over her shoulders to his chest and slowly pressed him backwards. Lying on his back he looked at her. Slowly her hands slid down, his shorts pulled over his legs, just dropped them. Slowly she came to him next to the sofa, stood right next to him, leaned over him.
She swung her leg over him, crouched over his chest, her fingers slowly slid over the inside of his thighs. The higher it came, the more sensitive it became. He showered, trembled when she read the last centimeters. One hand included his penis as before, with the other she comprised his testicles. First slowly, then she moved her hand faster, kneaded with the other. His breath went faster, he groaned quietly. Again and again she changed the speed, became faster and slower.
His stiff penis grew a bit in her hand, inspired by her masturbation. Slowly she pushed back and leaned forward. Her tongue played around his glans, she drove her teeth over the top. She slid down and back on the side of his penis, enclosed it with her lips and played it around with her tongue while she was slowly sucking on him. He leaned so close to him, let his tongue slide over her still wet labia and play around her clitoris.
Without loosening her mouth from him, he felt her moans vibrate through his lower body. Pressing the lips to her, he drove deeper with his tongue and started sucking as well as her, her clitoris more lovely. Furthermore, she enclosed him with her mouth, firmly sucked her and groaned, she let him penetrate deeper. She moved faster, moving her head up and down. He moved his tongue faster, back, left on the right, circular.
Still sensitive to the last climax, she felt the next one orgasm sew. But she also felt him. The tension in his hip and his thighs. The gentle hum of his moan in her pelvis when she enclosed it with her mouth, sliding deep into the throat. The pulsation and heat of his penis, which her tongue played around, the swollen acorn, the back tests that played around and massaged her hand. Only for a moment, two moments, three moments she had to hold back.
Then he lost control, came uncontrolled, uninhibited. Let go of the whole tension in a single moment. At the same moment she flowed through the second orgasm. Guiding together loudly, she felt how his hot one felt sperm Shot into her mouth, he felt how her juices flowed into his mouth … for a few seconds they remained so, slowly and still firmly sucking, she lifted her head, ultimately only enclosed it with his lips and loosened from him.
She turned on him, looked at him and swallowed. He stared at her with an open mouth, amazed and slightly exhausted smiling. Slowly she let her hip sink down, her hand slid between her legs, spread her labia, the other took his penis, pulled him up … he groaned loudly when she sat on him. He penetrated deeply into her, filled them out. She had already noticed in her mouth how stately he was.
Now she felt the whole extent. His hands reached on her hip, reaching her buttocks. They pulled, pressed them to him, on him. Pressed his penis into her until the stop. Careful, slowly she started moving her hip. Circular, in front of and back … his hip raised and lowered, supported them in their movements. Only then slowly then faster, circular, push, she felt him, enclosed him, slid over him. Her hands lay on his waist, her upper body was bent over.
His hands reached for their breasts, his fingers play around Nipple. They still both moved their hips, supported each other with their sliding movements. He penetrated deeply, quickly slipped from him and let him penetrate again. But she felt that there was still room. More space to fill out. She felt that he did not quite enter that her positions did not allow it to be deeper. She paused, sat up … he looked at her attentively.
Exciting, hoping … still on him, still sensible him, she lifted a leg over him, turned, turned, pulled the other down … Loudly he groaned on this rotation, tasted it, she felt hard inside herself, the bending of his penis now firmly against her. The pressure in it was indescribable. She let her hip completely down on him again. He penetrated, further than before. She felt his pubic bone on her couch, she felt his glans in herself, his penis hard and firmly in her.
Slowly she began to open her hips again. He covered her breasts with his hands from behind, kneaded and stroked her, took her hard, stiff nipples and rubbed her between the thumb and index finger … she felt a hand over her stomach, slowly stroking her fingers, while she was stroking while anotherOnce lowered him. At the next upward movement she felt his fingers on her clitoris. The labia spread far through his penis and her kneeling attitude, she was completely revealed.
They play around his fingers with each of their movements. With every push he penetrated fully, with each loosen around his fingers you. She got faster and faster, impatient … the next climax was looking for … she groaned with every movement, with every movement he groaned. Together they fell into a duet from deep elongated sigh. Always faster and louder, they drove over several minutes … Each push drove them closer to the edge of the despair, each push penetrated deep into them.
She wrapped it in, tightened her pelvic muscles while controlling the climax. Each push drove him to the edge of the madness, with every push she wrapped him and pressed himself to him. He felt how she wrapped him tight and strong, felt how she slid over him, sometimes around times. He firmly tightened his hips and thighs. One last time his penis pulsed in her. For the last time he felt as he rubbed her rubbed, one last loud sigh, a long moan escaped both.
She felt how he came into her again, another load of his hot sperm flowed into her. Exhausted she remained on him. She still kept him firmly, she was still trembling with excitement that gave her this third orgasm. He was still deep in her, pulsed hot and hard … his hand still included her chest, slowly he pulled her to himself. Exhausted she let him grant him, let himself sink on him, her back on his chest … He put his arms around her, crossed his hands in front of her stomach.
He pressed her on himself, then slowly and carefully pulled back from her. The hissed at every centimeter, completely overexcited and excited. It shook her uninhibitedly when she came over a fourth orgasm … he held her until she relaxed and breathed calmly … Then he sat up with her together. He was still holding her in his arms. Despite his slim stature, he was strong. He lifted her out of sitting and carried her into the bathroom.
Together with her he stood in the shower. He turned the water on. Pleasantly warm it flowed over them and washed the last remnants of the tension away. He was still holding her in his arms and was sure that she was certain. The exhaustion after. Finally she could stand without any problems. She pushed his arms apart and turned to him, once again she kissed him passionately while the water flowed over her body.
When they got out of the shower a few minutes later, they put on again. Both laughed at them when they pulled their clothes out of their piles on which they lay. After getting dressed, she took her bag, pulled out a small note and pushed him in his hand. She winked frivolous Smiling and just said: “The day after tomorrow, with me. “Then she pulled the door of his apartment behind and was gone.
He folded the note. On that was an address and a time. Early morning. Apparently she did not intend to let him get away with such a short evening. He was smiling. “See you in two days. “.
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