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For two years I have been getting my buns in the bakery on the corner. Occasionally the boss was also in business and served the customers. She was black -haired and chubby and had a proud breast and looked like a normal housewife, whose passions (if she had some of them) had long since passed. One in the afternoon something strange happened that made it interesting for me – albeit moderately -.
I passed the shop window in Maxstrasse and looked into her eyes straight, she stood behind the counter and looked at me. Then I passed the front door while I placed in Bergerstrasse and looked into the shop window that was on this street. She had still turned her eyes and looked at me now. I opened the front door to the apartment building in which I lived three houses away.
Her eyes didn’t want me out of my head. He had been so intense as if she wanted to memorize my face particularly well. Over time, I forgot the incident. I continued to buy my rolls there and sometimes the boss used myself, as usual.
As always, she was friendly and neutral and behaved as routinely as any other businesswoman.
A few weeks later, the game was repeated with eye contact. This time my eyes seemed to be even more intense from her dark eyes. This time she also followed me with my eyes when I turned around the corner. She was interested in me about me? In any case, I sometimes thought of her.
Why not make a game out of it? At the next opportunity, I stopped abruptly in front of the shop window and came to the chin as if I had just come up with something important and looked at it. Hopefully my little acting insert was good enough and my gaze was convincingly absent. That was obviously the case, because she looked around my face changed and held the change for her customer in her hand without putting it on the payer. To keep the matter credible, I turned around and went back the way.
After I started the game, I wanted to continue playing too. So next round.
In the evening she was completely unexpectedly in the bakery. She greeted friendly, even a little scared, it seemed to me and said: “Hello, good evening.”The” hello “was new. I couldn’t remember that she had ever said hello to a customer.
I asked a piece of fruit cake and said: “Bake the cakes here in the house?”“ No, we get you from our central bakery room. My husband leads them. One employee brings the goods here twice a day.“As she spoke, she didn’t look at me. She was strikingly intensively concerned with the cake.
“Oh, then you don’t have a bakery here?”“ Yes, it is closed but still fully furnished. If I close right away, I can show you if you are interested in it.” “Yes gladly. I’ve never seen a bakery before.”Then a customer entered the business and she hastily said in the whispering tone:“ Doing the doorbell in twenty minutes.”And then at normal volume:“ Good evening Ms. Schmitz.”At home I ate the piece of cake and drank a cup of coffee, rubbed my razor behind my ears and went to the corner. The bakery was already closed and the light blame was gone.
“Bakery Fiebig” stood on the bottom of the doorstep of the front door. After the ringing, the light started in the hallway and the bakery woman opened me. She went through the long hallway in front of me and I was able to admire her beautiful round butt. The bakery in the deep floor was large and brightly lit.
She explained the machines and opened the oven flaps, went to the large table in the middle of the room and said: “There is still a little flour on it. Here the breads are shaped and prepared for the oven. It used to be more comfortable in our business. The central back room is a real factory company.
We have four bakeries. My husband is practically day and night on the road.”“ Your children will surely take over the company one day?”She shook her head and sighed:“ This is a problem. We have no children. My husband is bad in terms of health.
We will probably have to sell soon.”“ Then you can finally enjoy your life.“She smiled sadly. “Barely. My husband is very sick, he can no longer do the work alone. I’m afraid he will be a care case – if not a miracle happens.” “I’m sorry for that.
After all, you have many years ahead of you.”” Don’t say that, I’m already forty -eight … if I were as young as you are … how old are you?”“ Thirty -two.“In fact, I was twenty -nine. “My husband is fifteen years older than me.“She smiled but her black eyes were sad. “He was always very ambitious and successful. Unfortunately not in bed.“She stood in front of me and stroked her hand with her hand over the table top.
“Sometimes I wish myself – how should I say it … So, a man, a younger one with whom I can catch up with everything I have failed to do so far. Excuse me please.“Her face was over and over red. Damn, what should I do now? Or say? Stupid situation, something completely new. Before I could continue to think about it, I took them to the arms and pulled them to me.
“There is nothing to apologize. You have to catch up with it, absolutely … ”Your hands flew on my neck, she pulled my head down and pressed her lips on my mouth. I put my hands on her big round ass and pressed her stomach tightly so that she could feel my swollen penis on her stomach. While our tongues started the ritual dance, I suddenly felt her knees between my legs.
She pressed and rubbed mine tail, which had unfolded to the full size and now rolled like wild from one knee to the other. I felt her big tits like a warm pillow on my chest. A fine scent of perfume got into my nose. It was not to be grasped, I was horny than ever before.
When we took a breath she said: “We have to stop, I still have to do something. Otherwise it will be noticed. We can meet here at nine o’clock, then I have enough time. Do you want to?” “Yes gladly.
We can meet with me, I only live three houses away.”“ That doesn’t work when someone sees me … People know me everyone.“But she was right there. “Well, at nine o’clock I ring the door.”“ Better at a quarter, then I’m definitely back.“She stroked my hair. “My name is Olga.”“ Is okay, Olga. My name is Ben.“In the hallway we kissed again – very quickly.
I hadn’t reached my house yet when she was with her automobile drove past me.
I showered at home and made a nap on the sofa. My alarm clock shrilled at nine. I had a strong stiffness. What could I expect? A wild, experienced, refined love machine? Hardly likely.
She gave the impression of a good, albeit attractive, housewife without an exciting past. I grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses and went. She opened me with a embarrassed smile and asked me to go to the bakery. Aha, I thought she wanted to look at me on my butt.
She only came after a while and apologized that she was on the toilet, which would be in the yard. She had sealed the basement windows, the glow of which would otherwise have been seen on the street. The bakery was not that bright anymore, it had deleted part of the lamps. Ceilings were spread on the large table and there were a few pillows on it.
She had changed and was now wearing a red, short woolen dress that made her full figure very attractive. “Oh, what do I see, you made it quite comfortable.“Her face was again embarrassed by flame red with embarrassment. She seemed to ask how it should go on now. The bottle helped us across our helplessness.
We sat next to the table on small stools and said cheers. “On your well -being, Olga.”“ On our well -being, ben.“We drank and looked at the glass edge. Despite her overweight, she seemed nice to me, not just pretty. She was one of those beautiful women on whom one goes for a puzzling reason without discovering them without discovering them.
“When was the last time you were intimate with a man, Olga?”” Ask me something easier, ben. It was with my own husband, but soon that is no longer true.”“ He has problems?”“ You can say. He is extremely prude. Always made out the light when he wanted to sleep with me.”” “You mean if he wanted to fuck with you?“She swallowed twice and then nodded.
And became red again. “Then he was always finished very quickly. In the meantime he has long since gone away.”“ Then you probably never have one orgasm had?”“ Never! Until I did it myself.“To say that was obviously difficult for her. “I even got one Dildo bought.
It’s very nice, but not a real one … ”“ Cock ”I said. She nodded again. We lifted the glasses and drank. Then I picked up the zipper on my pants and took out my stiff cock.
I started slowly jerk off. She stared on my stand and reflexively covered her mouth by hand. I heard how she quietly “my god!”Said. I moved closer to her with my stool until our knees almost touched.
“You should just see a real penis again. Do you remember?“She smiled, raised her short dress and pulled it back with both hands until the dark hair could be seen on the shame. She had no panties. Then she got up, put one leg on the stool and said: “Please stroke me.Come.“She stretched out her hands.
I stood in front of her and gently rubbed through her slit with my middle finger and stimulated her clit. Her breath went violently and she pushed her cunt against my hand. Then, suddenly and without a sign, she had an orgasm. She murmured incomprehensible stuff, she breathed in deeply and said loudly: “Finally, finally, Ben.
I am so, so horny to you. Say what you like … “Razen yours pussy, Olga, I like it when she’s naked.“She laughed, stroked her skirt smoothly and disappeared. A quarter of an hour later she was back, stood in front of me and raised the skirt: her cunt arched up fat and bare towards me. “My husband has a razor in the toilet.
Do you like her?“I raised her, put her on the table and spread her legs. “Please lie down, Olga.
A few minutes later I had given her a second orgasm with my tongue. She stammered “Thank you, Ben” many times until she looked up exhausted and searched for her glass. We drank.
“Ben, it is true that the men like it if you suck their … their penis.”“ Sure, Olga, come, do it me.“I sat on the table and Olga did her best, she blew my cock according to all the rules of art. She was a pronounced natural talent. When she slowly jerked me with her soft patch hand, I sprayed my seed in a high arc in her hair. She laughed with pleasure.
“Man, that was nice. I’ve never seen a man inject.“She was magical in her girlishness.
We drank the bottle of wine empty and talked. She wanted to know what people in love do with each other. She wanted to know everything exactly.
“Shouldn’t we go to practice better, Olga? That is a lot more fun.
She laughed and took off her dress. Her breasts were much bigger than I thought and her impressive big ass had a flawless, silky skin. I also pulled myself out, except for the stockings. She picked up my stiff cock and said: “But it is magnificent.
I always wanted something like that. Now you come inside me?“The table was as big as a medium room, how did there were enough space. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide apart. My stand was hardly in her cunt, when it groaned out loud.
She was so wet that it flowed out of her dripping. I had my piston spread over her clit and pressed on her with the middle finger anus. She turned her eyes up and opened her mouth far. I slid warm and deep into it with my piston;Slowly, tenderly and emphatically, my cock flattered into her receptive, fat plum.
She breathed hastily like a drowning. “Bake me, ben, push me deep and very strong.“My finger was completely gone in her anus, I let him circled carefully. Then I suddenly pulled it out and rubbed my piston with the glans over her clit. She shouted: “Yes, yes, now again, again, again, again! Don’t stop, please, please, please!“I rubbed my cock over the clit over the clit, while a long -lasting orgasm shook her abdomen.
Her delighted moan did not want to stop, she murmured incomprehensible words. We kissed for a long time. I didn’t hose, but that was okay because my stand was as hard as before. We had to separate, their time was around.
We made an appointment for the day after tomorrow. When I would be at home, I opened my slot – still in the hallway – and jerked my cock. It came to me after just five seconds and I splashed steeply.
The next day I entered the bakery because I had seen it. She immediately disappeared back and came back when the employee served me.
She said: “I’m doing this” and gave me the change together with a tiny note she put on the counter. Since your employee served another customer, I was able to develop and read the note. It said: Tonight 20.00 a.m., ringing. OK? – I read, looked at her and nods inconspicuously.
And went. When I stood in front of her door with my wine bottle at eight o’clock and she opened me, she laughed, pulled me into the hallway and whispered: “I brought a bottle of shampus.”Then we sat across the board again, on our little stools, and drank champagne. My stand could not be overlooked and Olga looked at him with a smile. She had spread her legs wide and her cunt gaped wide open.
“You are my dearest, Ben. I love you.“Your smile was magical. I told her that I also love her and look forward to a sweet fuck with her. She swallowed and then said hesitantly: “I’m also … horny, Ben.
It is so nice to have an orgasm when you are in me.”I said:“ Yes, my sweet fickarsch. I’m great on your cunt. Please turn around and give me your wet plum.“She supported her hands on the stool and stretched her ass towards me. My stand slipped into her slot.
As soon as my piston was in her when she already had an orgasm, long -lasting and with a lot of juice. I continued to fuck her until it came to me and I sprayed my seed in the column.
We drank champagne and I licked her clit after filling her cunt with champagne and licking. She still had an orgasm and sprayed her juice in my face. I was happy and so horny than ever before.
Then we sat back opposite each other and looked into our eyes in love. The bottle of shampus came to an end. “My pussy is very thick, ben. And so sensitive! I have to take a break.”“ Good, Olga-Schatz, we are now opening the wine, and then I’ll fuck you my ass.
Then your poor pussy can rest.”“ Oh ben, what do you want?”“ Fuck yourself in your buttocks!” “That’s not possible.”“ Of course this is possible, Olga. Do it for me, I want it so much.”“ But that hurts me, Ben.”“ No, definitely not, I’m very careful. If it hurt you, tell me.“She leaned down and put the stool with her hands. I stroked a good portion of my cock from a small tube with lubricant and between her ass cheeks, pulled her mighty buttocks apart and looked at her little anus in the depth of her Poschlitz.
I carefully put my glans on theirs rosette and slowly pressed my hard spanking into her asshole. “It hurts you, Olgaengel.”“ No, Benni, it’s very nice. You can get deeper. Very deep, very deep.“The lubricant made it easy.
My belt immediately slid in and I started to carefully fuck her hole. “It’s so good, Olga?”“ Yes, my dearest, I love it. Go on like this, please keep going, it’s very nice.“Her powerful ass was divided into two parts, in the middle of my cock that fucked into her rectum. She rubbed her clit with one hand.
I could hardly hold my seed back and therefore pressed my cock together at the root with my hand to hesitate to hesitate my orgasm. But suddenly she shouted: “It comes to me, it comes. Yeah, it comes, it comes, Jaaaaaaa!”And with my injection sheet, which my cock organized, she had her orgasm and she screamed and groaned as unleashed for minutes. My seed ran sluggishly out of her anus and dripped onto the ceiling.
Olga and I have been meeting regularly since then.
Three times a week – at least, and it is still a really violent love encounter, just like at the beginning.
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