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It is nice to have breakfast in a familiar environment. That’s why I’m always happy when I can sit in my kitchen and enjoy my coffee. Like now. When inhaling, the coffee fawn flows into my nose and gets my brain on touring. I look out into the garden and see the meadow. I can literally smell the smell of the grass. Wonderful, and that in the early morning. As in the past few days, the scenes of the frivolous party keep going through my head.
** I still can’t really believe what I experienced and that I participated. But I don’t regret it, on the contrary. Unfortunately the planned 2. Party failed and a repetition of this feeling of pleasure did not take place. However, it also means that it takes place at some point. I am really looking forward to this. But now I don’t want to think about it. Today I just want to do sports and fitness.
That’s why I jump into my sports leggings quickly, pull a stomach -free top over it and for safety a sports jacket. My shoes complete the picture and I could go through as an advertising medium for Reebok. Let’s go. The CA. 200 meters to the forest ran quickly and I was finally on my usual running route around Spiemont. This is a nice route with many ups and downs. Srying the forest air is wonderful.
The sun blinks through the trees and the first 2 rounds of 3 km each are quickly done. I have earned a break now. ** I am just in time at this thought at the old forest house. It is old clinker building, uninhabited but well preserved. A bit increased and off the path directly on the mountain slope. Next to it is a bank from which you have a perfect view of the right, left and straight and protects from the mountain in the back.
I sit on the bench, drink something, stretch mine Legs out and close the eyes. Simply wonderful this silence in the forest. I see a person in my direction completely from a long time. In contrast to me, he doesn’t jog, but go for a walk. I look at something to the person and let the music come along with the music. The music also fits, because the text is about a mouse and man was as little as a mouse.
“Dilory what name”. I like the beat of the song especially while running and have the text in my ear. My legs rock in rhythm and slowly becomes a man out of the little person who runs around the mountain here. “But fuck that Little Mouse ‘Couse I’m an Albatraoz” and the beat continues, which now also lets me rock my upper body. Aronchupa’s “I’m an Albatraoz” is just a horny song.
** A few minutes later the man is in my height and we smile at each other. I know I’ve seen it somewhere and I am in my memories. But I won’t find it. But it seems to be the same because he rises maybe 10 meters up to me. The jump over the little stream between the path and mountain slope would almost have been doomed, so unhappily he made the jump.
But everything went well and he stands next to me a few moment later. He shakes my hand to greet me. “Hello, I’m Michael. We know each other. “Great, he knows that we know each other and me? I still didn’t think of it. And that is exactly what he notices. He sees my questioning face and lets me think a little, yes he almost lets me fidget.
While he sets himself, he doesn’t leave my eyes from me for a moment and is now also enjoying my mix of curiosity and pondering. Then he redeemed me from ignorance. “I met you as 19 in France. I was one of those who baptized you. “** The red in my face was more than clearly seen in front of the forest background. My cars suddenly glow so clearly that I can only guess that I am sitting next to a man with a red head.
I actually didn’t think that evening. But now that he says it, the moment comes back to my thoughts and also the moment when we met. “Should I keep calling you 19 or you tell me your name?“This is the moment when I slowly pull myself back and get my emotional stimulation under control. “No, at 19 you don’t have to address me. “I give him my name and we laugh at the similarity of our names.
This starts a nice chat. I quickly find out that he lives just a few kilometers away and walks here often. It may be that we have met a few times while jogging. But honestly, I can’t remember. ** I tell him that clearly and it’s ok for him. After I know where we really know each other from, it is no wonder that the conversations circling very quickly around this evening.
As if happily, he touches my legs, my arms, my hands again and again. It’s not uncomfortable. Since I would like it, his touches become clearer. As we continue to talk about the evening, he strokes my hair, my cheeks and also over my lips. He doesn’t just make me resist in this situation, especially since he is a very handsome man. Our heads are closer and closer together and it is only a matter of time before our lips touch.
I don’t know why, but I don’t want to stop it at this point, I just want to enjoy it. I don’t want to hide my lust and don’t do without tenderness that I am currently enjoying. Then the moment is where our lips touch. Careful, tender, careful. Still so tempting that our lips are more firmly and firmly pressing each other. ** It is only a question of seconds for his tongue to make its way into my mouth.
It can be felt how much desire is in this kiss. None of us want to end this kiss. Without loosening from my mouth, his hands become very active. I now feel them directly on my hair, my legs and also on my breasts. It easily pulls down the zip of my stomach -free top and get my breasts out of their hiding place. His lips come off my lips and find the way to my nipples.
They make their light sucking, nibbling and licking hard in the windows and they stretch towards his caresses. ** As soon as they are in the fresh air, I look around as a precaution. No one to see far and wide and until someone would appear it would be a good 5 minutes on the foot to our position. I close my eyes and continue to enjoy the man in front of me, who takes care of my breasts intensively.
In the meantime my zipper is very open and gives him a view of my upper body. His lips switch back and forth between my lips and my nipples, while I just stick to his strong upper arms. In my mind, I imagine my eyes closed from a bird’s eye view of how we two enjoy ourselves here. I just feel the edge of the bench on the bottom, so far I have moved forward.
** His hands now keep walking to my legs. With the help of his knee and his hands, he quickly manages to spread my legs a little. As soon as this has happened, he grabs the crotch with a strong grip. From now on all other body regions do not care. He presses his palm firmly on the fabric above my pussy. Press his thumbs firmly on my venus hill and claw his fingers.
His kisses also become more demanding, intense, provocative. Again and again he looks into my eyes to see if he can go on with what he is doing. My head says “watch out”, but my lust would like to eat it here and indulge in his lust. ** A sound from the forest lets us startle. We both look in the direction from which the cracking of wood could be heard.
But only one rabbit hopped happily through the bushes. Even if we are looking at a bit now, it does not solve the grip between my legs. On the contrary. It always varies the strength of the pressure to irritate me. That it excites me, he can quickly see from the fast lifting and lowering of my breasts. He is only the second man who takes me directly between my legs in public.
Everyone else has it at home, in the car or made in private rooms. And he? He looks at me with a smile, as if that goes without saying. ** While he looks at me, I hear the typical noise that makes an opening zipper. With his other hand he opens his pants and frees his strongly grown tail From his narrow. He cheekily protrudes between his legs. Michael looks at me, almost me with his free hand on my neck and leads my mouth to his cock with gentle pressure.
And me? As in a trance, I open my mouth and let it penetrate me. It is due to the fact that he baptized me and I have already been with it sperm on my butt that I now take a cock in my mouth within a very short time. It’s not that I don’t like it, but I’m a little surprised by the speed in this situation. ** Despite these thoughts in my head, I start spoiling his cock.
I make no difference when blowing whether I know someone for a long time or just a short time. So he can enjoy my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Everything geared to make his cock as hard as it can be done, to excite him, to lure his juice out of it. Since I have not changed the position of my legs, but only bend my upper body on the side of it, he still manages to press his hand between my legs.
He likes it noticeable that he has me under control. A few moments later, a first drop of happiness announces that I will soon have reached my goal. I let it slide a few more times between my lips, then he pours his hot juice into my mouth. From France he remembered that I would like to give a man this gift if he can come in my mouth. At that moment he didn’t try to look for alternatives for his sperm.
He watches how I take it up and at the end he free his cock from sperm with my tongue from every rest of the sperm. ** He watched me all the time full of lust, how I blown it. Now he is watching how I want to put his cock back into his pants. When I start he lets go of my pussy and touch his cock. With the other hand he reaches into my hair and pulls my head back slightly.
So he can now let his cock slide over my lips unhindered. Drives with him over my cheeks and always to my mouth. I am about to ask him if he looked too much porn, but prefer to decide to make him feel the warm and moisture in my mouth again. ** Then he releases me and I straighten up. Hide his cock in his panties and close his pants from him.
While I am still captured by the whole situation, there seems to be nothing more for him than to let a stranger to bubble a bubble in the forest. Ok, not completely strange now, because I stood in front of him naked and I held my butt. But now he comes back with his head, stroking my cheeks, over my breasts and almost firmly back into my step again.
This mix of tenderness on my body and the great arrogance with which he touches my pussy almost brings me to my mind at that moment. This mix continues. He kisses me very tenderly on my mouth, and yet this tender mouth almost vulgar brings the sentence “You let yourself be fucked by me too?“About the lips. I am a little surprised that he asks that.
But let’s be honest, I just blown his cock and it is male that he wants more. ** And what do I want? I have to answer this question myself within a few moments. I want sex with him? I have no time for Pro and Contra, no time to weigh everything down. I have to be spontaneous. Wants to be spontaneous. Will be spontaneous. I look at him. See his sweet smile, his curiosity about my answer and his desire for more.
So my answer. never mind. “Not here, but with you. “He looks at me curiously, from I think about it differently. But I stay with it. “Alright then, come. “He says it takes my hand and we go downhill where to be automobile waiting. But before that I close my zipper and hide my breasts behind the fabric again. ** When jumping over the little stream on the mountain slope that separates me from the footpath, he helps me skip.
Then we start without a hustle and bustle. On the way to the car he puts his hand around my hip and pulls me up so close to him. We are making good progress and continuing to chat on very impartially. Also about the fact that when it comes to sex in the language, something dirty and in dealing it likes it more roughly. I think I’ll get along with that. His hand he put around me meanwhile goes on a hike.
From my hip she is looking for her way over my buttocks. The thin fabric of my leggings makes me feel exactly how he explores my curves. ** After maybe 10 minutes we are in his car, get on and drive home to him. Once there, we quickly go into the house and quickly find ourselves in the living room. I stand a little awkward and wait for what happens. Michael recognizes my awkwardness and kisses me to get in the mood for the coming hours.
It is good and takes my nervousness. “Where can I here have a shower?“I ask him because so sweaty I don’t go to bed with any man. He shows me the way and comes to the bathroom. It is beautifully built and the ground -level shower literally invites you to linger long. In the meantime I have won my sovereignty back and take off while he is watching me. Then it’s off to the water.
Wonderful how the hot water pears down on me. I soap and rinse the foam down. It is not really surprising that he will get into the shower at that moment. I continue and signal that it doesn’t bother me. ** But instead of stroking me, he presses me with his hand on my back with the upper body against the wall. Without reducing the pressure of his hand on my body, he touches me between my legs from behind.
His fingers quickly drill into my pussy and he hears my slight groan. I bite my lips so that I don’t pour out of the loud lust. His finger game is getting faster and faster and I have trouble fighting my desire to fight. Michael, on the other hand, presses me more and more firmly against the wall, so that he can finger me comfortably while the hot water continues to pearl on us.
“How does such a pretty, well -behaved young woman become a willing one whore in bed?“I perceive his words, but moaning is stronger than my desire to answer. Let alone think about it. Michael does not expect an answer either, because he keeps finging me and on. Then I can no longer keep it and I pour out my whole pounding out of his finger game. ** Michael enjoys the outbreak of my lust and continues to finger me undeterred.
I would like to spoil his wand now, but his pressure does not subside. For this I feel how he pulls his fingers back, stands behind me and penetrates my pussy with his very hard wand. No slow, careful penetration. He made me so moist with his finger game, which he can penetrate without problems and immediately deep into me. The first bumps are so intense that I have trouble to keep myself.
The water increases the noise when its pelvis hits my buttocks. The water splashes to the side and pearls down on the side wall. Even if I just had an orgasm, the bumps do not stay without consequences. I grab myself between my legs, rub my pearl as fast as possible in this position and press my butt far towards Michael. With that he can pop me so that he too can get in me quickly.
As hot as the water heated up my body, its juice can be felt very intensely due to the temperature difference. ** He climbed firmly a few times, then his little giant slopes and he slips out of me. Michael pulls my upper body up to its and takes the shower head in his hand. It changes the strength of the beam to a strongly pulsating thin variant and focuses on my nipples.
They immediately get hard again by the water. While he spoils me with the shower, his other hand kneads my chest. Then he wanders deeper to my pussy and rubs my swollen pearl and my irritated lips. And me? I moan again out of sheer lust. It is almost embarrassing that I have to look at him permanently. Unfortunately, he has exactly the same thoughts. “You a little insatiable bitch, so you could do it again?“Slowly my choice of words gets on my nerves and despite my desire I know the limits a little.
He has now understood it and focuses on rinsing the sperm between my legs, which is just coming out of my pussy. The fact that he then focuses on the beam of the shower on my pearl is quite intended by him. So he enjoys how my abdominal muscles tense, my upper body goes slightly down and I have to hold onto the wall with shaky legs. Then he got me ready and I moan out the lust stormed by him within a few minutes.
** But now out of the shower. Gentleman is enough for me the towel and rubs me dry. I let it happen and enjoy these touches. Then he rubs himself dry and as a thank you I go to my knees and kiss his sagging giant just before him. I put him in my mouth briefly and bring him back to life. As he puts on a shirt, I dry and judge my hair so that I don’t look quite as ramponed.
When I am finished and look at my work in the mirror, it is enough for me one of his shirts. In a partner look we go to the living room. “Would you like a coffee?“I would like to see that and look at him when he goes into the kitchen. ** My eyes meanwhile falls on the wing in the living room. He stands in the middle of a modern apartment as a contrast. It is closed, but the grade reveals that it is ready for use and is also used.
I go there, clap the lid and the keyboard really attracts me. She reminds me of early attempts to master this monster. I sit on the chair and slowly tap the only melody that I can play on the piano. “C- D- E-F- G- G- A- A- G- A- A- A- G- F- F- F- E-D- D- D- D- D- C ”.
My willingness to learn was not enough for more in the past. At that moment Michael comes out of the kitchen with the coffee and listens to my awkward game attempts. ** He puts the coffee on the wing. Of course on a coaster so that there are no spots. He comes to me and turns the chair to himself. But instead of enough for me the coffee, he raises me as if I was out of cotton. Almost feather light for him.
He puts me on the side of the wing, puts himself on the chair and begins to play a piece. The grades he takes a very extensive work and I still catch up with “Beethoven” Tempest Sonata OP 31 “then he starts playing while I watch it and lead the coffee cup to my mouth with both hands. The coffee is drunk quickly and I can listen to the music.
Slowly I lie down on the wing with my back and not only listen to the music, but also feel the vibrations and the swinging of the strings throughout the body through the lid of the wing. I enjoy this wonderful moment so much that I close my eyes and almost forget everything around me. I never suspected that he could play so well and that this music is so gone.
** I lie so close to him that in some moments when he only plays with one hand, my shirt moves something and he frees my stomach from the fabric. A little later he pulls the shirt a bit to the side and lets my breasts emerge. I lie on with my back on the piano and I am well aware that he is currently looking more at my body than the notes.
To increase this sight for him, now free me from the shirt. I lie naked in front of him on the wing and listen to the music. Since the desire for a cigarette comes up in me, I turn to the side, grab a cigarette pack and light me a cigarette. I support my head on my hands and now look at it directly on the side.
I smoke my cigarette in peace, let it pull it from time to time and press out the cigarette when it almost smokes. That I lie naked in front of him shows between his legs. Something grows again that cannot be overlooked. Cheeky as I am, I sit up, turn to him and put my legs on the right and left on the end of the keyboard.
If he now raises his eyes from the grades, he looks directly into my paradise. That this seating position is challenging his reaction is now wanted by me. For me it is always a special moment when I in front of a man the first time my legs spread out and his eyes open and release the way to my pussy. And that look he has when looking up from the grades is unlikely to me.
For him too, because again and again his gaze wanders from the grades, over my pussy to my eyes. ** Cooked for pleasure internally, I look at him. I, on the other hand, show him a somewhat arrogant facial expression that does not reflect anything about my actual pleasure. Fached by my listless facial expression, he only plays with one hand, while moving his right hand between my legs. I lean back a little and allow it to finger me again on the wing.
I can’t imagine whether he is still playing after grade, but at least he doesn’t stop playing. Neither on the wing nor on me. Slowly I can no longer maintain my arrogant facial expression and he sees the lust that rises in me. He lifts me down from the wing, sits on the chair and slowly lets me sink down on his cock. He wants sex, something else doesn’t let his eyes recognize.
Slowly he lets me ride on his cock, kisses and massages my breasts. His tail becomes noticeably harder and harder from my riding. His handles on my buttocks firmer and firmer. ** Nevertheless, the chair is too uncomfortable for us. “Where is your bed?“At the latest now he should know that I want to leave here. He understands that too and we slowly go in the direction he hits. After a few moments we are there.
Michael pulls out while I kneel and wait for me to play on and with my body now. So far he has played the “notes of lust” in perfection and will also master the speed change from Adagietto to Vivacissimo as desired by me.
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