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It was the last year in the Munich carnival. My clique, that was five of the same age, around 20-year-old students, three girls and two guys, had already urged me to go to a costume festival with all of them, as was known, freely. So I had to use the remaining days to see a solarium. I was there three or four times, avoided sunburn and was brown.
You should have an original costume that is not too but too much, i.e. have moved out as far as possible, it was said.
Since it was very cold, it had to be ensured that the flimsy -in -ids did not hurt under a long winter coat.
I decided to portray a kind of harem lady, with a close, white top that was gathered, cheats that started deeply below the navel, a kind of pearl line around the hip, the torso freely, into the navel itself a glittering something, sandals. O yes. Of course I was already wearing a white panties, because the chesthosen were transparent. Until just under the eyes of a blank mask, it also looked a bit like a thousand and one night.
I was certainly not overly original on this ball, but at least I found myself sexy.
The ball was full, you danced and I had to get my costume in order from time to time. I was pashed by dancers at the front and back, in the bends and jumps I slipped the top or waistband or both, but fortunately I lost nothing. My clique, on the other hand, lost itself during the night and I soon found myself surrounded by foreign masks.
It was well after midnight, so I danced with the same sheikh mask several times, it had to be a well -kept cavalier who was significantly larger than me and at least ten, if not twenty years older. From the costume we fit together well, but otherwise I would be a student whoever was better than an obvious Bonvivant.
He whispered my ear after the fourth dance, I should accompany him in his ‘Harem’, Harems lady I was not far.
At first I struggled, made it clear to him with words and looked back on someone from my clique who might save me;But, although the ball had already emptied something, I didn’t see anyone from my friends. Where were they just?There were several halls and it was difficult to stay together in the crowds, especially since we couldn’t afford a table. Of course we were all excited from Munich carnival, curious and enterprising.. Maybe the others have long since celebrated closes somewhere.
The sheikh pushed on, gave me a sparkling wine, kissed me, by the way, so that I – a little frustrated because I saw myself left out of my clique alone – to drive into the so -called harem, although meIt was completely clear that he wanted to go to bed at home.
I hoped not to experience any further surprises and decided to take care. Curiosity about him, which I only saw in the mask so far, it was also what drove me. I really found my coat on the wardrobe, although I couldn’t show my cloakroom brand. She had my girlfriend From the clique and that remained unable to find.
I have to insert that I really had a particularly long winter coat in which I came to the ball.
When I got home I was on boots and a skirt, both were in my pocket that had been handed over with the coat and which I held back as much as my coat. I only pulled the costume pants and sandals on the ball in the ‘Powderroom ’during the ball. Now I wanted to do the same, just the other way around. But this rather narrow room was overcrowded by heated girls.
I felt lost and didn’t want to let the sheikh wait too long, in the end I also missed him and taxi pay.
So with speed in the crowd among the many women in a niche, I pulled out my light, fluttering cheatpants in a niche, but my leather boots, only kept the top and panties under the coat, a emergency solution, certainly, but given the GuestOvercrowded space seemed to me the best solution. The skirt and top, moreover, would not have fitted together, the pants and boots were even less, but boots, panties and tops went together. If necessary, I even looked wicked, really spoiled for completing a carnival night.
And in his ’harem’ he would want to move out anyway.
Not to be expected with sex would have been naive. What else should happen to you in the carnival to go to bed with each other in a spurious manner?Fortunately, when I came back into the anteroom, I saw him waiting right at the entrance. He was wearing a well -cut, yellow cashmodyrant, sloppy hat over it, his costume was visible under the coat, where I recognized it again. He seemed to be an elegant master, one with money.
He had to look twice before he discovered me: my long coat was not entirely after the latest fashion, and boots, the coat cocked up to the chin.
The veil was of course gone. He looked me in the face. He immediately took my clothes bag and wore it to me. With the taxi we drove into his ’harem’, as which a very well -known hotel in the city center turned out, known to.
He had rented a room there for a few days.
What can I say: I was more than surprised, downright flat. I’ve never been to a room in ’B.H.’Was, apart from every now and then at events below. Now I felt like a call girl, probably a familiar appearance in a noble hotel, although nobody, not page, not concierge, even a expression when she saw me going to the lift in his companion.
My companion made it as easy for me as possible: how nice when someone has manners. He was surprised when he took the coat in the room and I only stood in front of him in boots, panties and the flim-Sigen costume top.
He had no surprise noticed. Also not a remark that fell in the quietest;He remained polite and well -being. Showed me discreetly the bathroom.
When I came back from there after a while, made freshly freshly made and perfumed with the found one, I only wrapped the usual big towel around my hips and he was already in bed. His body, as much as I saw now, was good, maybe a little soft around the shoulders and belly, it seemed to me when he put on.
I stepped closer to him, he pulled the towel away, looked at me from top to bottom, brought me down to him. When I slipped into bed to him, he turned the light off.
In bed I nestled against him, looked for his mouth, stroked his stomach and found his penis, that was only so halfway. I liked it, Werer with me after a long time foreplay Sex made what he needed especially for himself.
He was an experienced lover, because he made it very tender with caressing movements along my legs, searched for my wet cave and touched the clitoris, stroked it, she bent, bent, tried the vagina with one finger, then circled the anus, Walked there too and then lingered on the hips, stomach, back, chest and neck with the two, very sensitive hands.
I got hotter and hotter. I confess that after all tenderness I wanted sex now and without a flag.
But he kept the penis away from me for a while, let me feel it again and play with him when he said that he was big and hard enough, so that a condom prepared by him, which I should finally put on to him, remained streamlined.
After this touch of my hand, his penis finally came into its own better. I felt it under mine Finger Really hard, and he now penetrated me from the front, pushed a little deeper in me, but took breaks before he married again;to a orgasm Unfortunately it was not long for me, although I struggled to be able to will be willing as best I am in the hug with this foreign mind.
In the morning he wanted me to have me again. This time he asked me to let him do it from behind, of course with a condom, and he was stormy. His penis had become frequently stiff and steeply stood.
It even came over me this morning after a very short night, something like the desire for even more, even hornier, possibly even oral sex. But it didn’t get any more because it quickly poured out.
Under the shower I regenerated my powers and couldn’t help but stimulate myself to get the rest of me after the smoldering excitement. A little later afterwards we had a well -groomed breakfast in the room, which he had now ordered. It was a satisfaction for me to be served in such a way after this night and in peace, even with this unknown next to me.
I was also able to get dressed leisurely and make it right;I now carried the simple skirt properly over the boots, I had buttoned the blouse.
The carnival costume was now crumpled in the pocket. It seemed to me that he was in a hurry to say goodbye to a Bussi, of course nothing was appointed.
I had to go out alone, because he was only in the morning mantle, had to go down in the elevator and go out of the hotel like a call girl after work, and home. Again hardly anyone looked at me in the hall. It was around 9 a.m.
At home, however, when I unpacked with shame, I got red, because in my pocket next to the costume bundle, a full 300 marks were in new notes, without envelope.
I would have preferred to bring him back this money and he had been fitting for the gesture.
Didn’t he notify that I was a student, just out on a carnival flirt? But I was too lazy to leave the house again. It was Saturday. No lectures. So I stayed and left him the belief to be a hooker.
I could also need the money. He never saw me again.
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