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I want him. For days, oh what I talk, weeks already. In the subway, lustful looks, which I sometimes take note of, partly incredulously, partly amused. If you look at my lust so much? Admittedly, with the outfit I didn’t leave anything to chance.
After all, I don’t have as much time today as usual. I want to get to the point quickly. Yes, exactly.
But only in the T-shirt, a black mini and the highest pumps that I could find in the chaos of my shoe cabinet, I would have felt naked-without the jacket that reaches me almost to my knee. Without this jacket, every breeze in the subway shaft could blow up my already too short skirt and to release the view of everything that is underneath-still: the string of a shameless tiny ensemble and ownerless nylons.
There should be women who are born in stilettos – I’m not one of them. In any case, I am glad to arrive on his doorstep after a short walk to feel my feet at all. I ring the bell, the Summer sounds and instantly flooded me with a wave of joyful expectation. The moment in which he will hug me and tap from top to bottom moves closer with every level that I get up to his apartment.
So in a few seconds, his magical hands will turn my body into a willless something, under his touch … ‘Time is money’ I think, stop briefly on the stairs, strip off the panties and let it disappear in my handbag.
When we lie in the arms, it is just as beautiful as usual, and yet his passionately demanding way seems like a promise to something new, unexpected. We kiss, his hands wander, down from my neck to the waist, lie on my hips. He presses his muscular body on mine, whereupon I feel his stiff on my pool.
I could scream when he touches my hard nipples, which despite bra Draw well below the tight -fitting shirt.
His other hand is now just below my bare butt;I will ask me dizzy that he should finally lift me up and ..
Suddenly he lets me off, look into my eyes that he only has to do a super-important phone call. Sure, I say, strive for a reasonably mischievous facial expression, no problem, I can start without him. Go to bedroom, Sit on the edge of the bed and spread it Legs so far that at least he has to see the border of my stockings. And in fact he briefly lowers the look to tell me in the face that this call is really, very important.
Yesterday’s meeting with this label man was pretty stupid, and he had to bend it again, probably also meet again with him.
‘Please don’t now’ I think, and as if he can read my thoughts, he says “Don’t worry, no more today.” At least. I lead my fingertips up on the inside of my thighs, now look for his eyes – but it gives me away. The last secret under my skirt, the status of my excitement, he obviously doesn’t want to get to the bottom of it.
Instead, he disappears next door. SHIT! – Well, then Plan B.
When I enter his study a little later, he is already sitting at the desk, the listener in his hand, and while he can be connected to his conversation partner, I go further towards him, bring mine Nipple at eye level. He extends the still free hand to me to touch it, but I walk around him, stand behind him, massage his neck.
He slightly lowers his head, closes his eyes, leans back in his executive chair and continues to slide forward on the seat, the object of my desire now directly on the chair edge. That’s how I want to see it.
“Yes hello, here …” I hear while going back into his field of vision around the table, looking at it slightly from above, almost mocking, then demonstratively falling on my knees – by the way, not an easy undertaking in high heels. ‘No, it was really not possible to do it’ I think – what’s the point.
“… I wanted to go back to our conversation …” In any case, I can be sure that he is now looking at my butt while I go under the table on all fours.
Brilliant timing. He is far too busy presenting his concern to prevent me from opening the belt of his pants. But why should he do that? Finally he is a guy.
Actually, my eye would have loved to have lingered a little more on the increasing step of his jeans, but the first impression of his fabric erection had already let the water run together in my mouth when we greeted me.
And not just there. Knowing what would come to me if I pick up the zipper. For this I look at his stand all the more precisely … a shaft remarkable diameter, crowned by a plump acorn that offers me a mature cherry. I love cherries, especially when they are as crisp as this here.
Hungry I drive my tongue over the smooth surface and enclose it with my lips.
He stands on my tongue, I know. Nevertheless, he seems a bit unfocused … I grab his tail With his hand at the root, press it, while my greedy throat is also taking possession of him more and more. Word scraps penetrate my ear, steamed through the table top above me.
Not that I would be interested in this conversation … The question of how he – in the truest sense of the word – comes out of this number, makes me so immense that I have to take my legs while sucking on his hard tube.
The hand pressed on the pubic bone, drive me through warm shower, with every push, every lip movement, every tongue strike … a glass table would of course be even hotter now. And a mirrored floor. But I don’t want to complain.
Would be difficult at the moment anyway. Maybe it is even more pleasant to be able to guess how my hands adapt to the rhythm of my tongue further down. Push my fingers around the clit, push yourself between my labia to dive into the hot wet of my pleasure grotto every now and then. How my spine leans and stretches again ..
Something like an appointment agreement now seems to be made between the gentlemen.
His words “yes, I will definitely come” elicit a grin and I think what you do to your sweeties ass Guette ’. “Yes … hmm … exactly … all right … well” I hear him say on the phone;The tone sounds a bit too factual for me, whereupon I accelerate the pace a little. I hear a loud sigh over me and wonder how he wants to explain it to the man at the other end. “No … everything okay, everything is fine,” I hear.
Really good if you consider how much self -control you probably have to raise in order not to lose control both in one and in the other matter.
I am amused by the fact that everything goes through my head – apart from his steadily pulsating rod. Can it really be that his business partner has no haze what is going on here? What if he had it? Maybe he would have a latte in his pants? What if he at that moment he ..? Stupid clichés, but hey, what a scenario! When the idea of a possible conference circuit ‘under like -minded’, this picture of an uninhibited telephone orgy dance my fingers quickly over the foot of my damp snail, the wild twitching suggests that she wanted to suck on it. Finally, I give her my flat hand, come quite violently and cannot suppress a moan this time.
I have to stop briefly, come away from him, and give him the opportunity to get the telephone entertainment with a short “We are then finished … (- oh, really?) … until then … by Tschüß “to end. After the listener is finally on the fork after the first, hectic and unfortunately unsuccessful attempt, he rolls off the table with the chair and looks at me – amazed? Excited. I follow him, drive with the Finger My still damp hand over his lips and he likes me to lick them with pleasure. He grabs my shoulders gently, then on my neck to pull me back to.
For the last time I wet his gorgeous tail with the juice of my pussy before I pick it up in my oral cavity, lick, suck, … maybe I even smoke, but I am sure that he will look for it, because his attention is now unreservedly, positive – and she only applies to me. Finally I take him under my tongue, where he immediately groans loudly in a long, juicy gum. I enjoy the creamy feeling and let his seed flow a little in my mouth before I swallow it.
Then I get up and turn away briefly, just for a moment to almost pull my stockings.
Only now do I perceive the red spots under my knees.
At the same time I feel his penetration in the back. Thank you I’m good. I can still taste the end result of my oral care on the palate, but he will ever be able to call this man again without thinking about me? I have to grin again. In short: The question of whether he should now marvel at or punish this spontaneous act will probably still employ him for some time.
Well, we no longer have to discuss that today.
At the apartment door we say goodbye with a kiss, I climb the stairs down. Only when I sit in the subway again, my jacket over my arm, I notice a fingernail-sized bladder on my right verses. I should put on these shoes really more often – much more often.
My skirt’s inner lining sticks to me, I hit my legs on top of each other. A good -looking man sits on the square opposite me, an estimated in early forty. I reply his smile. (Netz find)
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