Our relationship has lasted a long time and we both felt the crisis that has come. We missed something (courage? Experience? Openness?) and we could not sit down and sincerely discuss our problems. Instead, we tried at our peaks to give each other new sexual experiences. They were exciting, especially for me, but, it seems to me, Marina liked our experiments. And at one of these moments, I shared with her my imagination and she said that the next day we will embody it.
All this is on Saturday morning, I made the necessary preparations with trepidation. And finally, there was a long -awaited call, and I went to open. Opening the second door – from the vestibule to the elevator – I saw her. She looked as usual, smiling charmingly.
– Hello! You will let me in?
– Well, from the beginning …
She smiled, there was neither embarrassment nor tightness in her. Giving me a bag, she began to slowly undress, laying clothes in my hand. She hesitated a little only with panties, but they were on my hand. My dick stood in the same way as a naked girl in the stalls in the stairwell stood in front of me on the landing.
– Come!
She still, still smiling charmingly, leisurely, without embarrassment, entered the vestibule. Suddenly, behind the next front door, a sound was heard to the key turn. All her grace and impressiveness were blown away by the wind – she rushed into my apartment. When I closed the front door behind me, she often breathed, pressing her hands to her chest, but not trying to cover herself, but as if expressing her relief. We continued the game.
“Stand up with cancer,” she dutifully sank to all fours.
-Take off the sandals. And half -go forward to the carpet.
She did all this and looked delightfully shameless. I knelt down behind her and, lowering her pants, entered her. I felt some new excitement for myself-weighty powerful. I fucked her and was surprised: it seemed to me that my cock was some incredible size, much more than I usually visited such moments. I moved quickly and long, and she moaned softly. Five minutes passed, but my condition did not change-I was still in the grip of surprisingly powerful unchanging excitement.
– Stand up and leap on the wall in front.
She meekly changed the pose, and I continued my movements, a variety of rhythm and stopping her attempts to somehow modify the pose.
I fucked it for about twenty minutes, but there were no new sensations. I realized that I was probably overwhelmed and maybe I could squeeze out sperm in a dozen minutes, but get a powerful orgasm – no: a break and relaxation is needed. I left her and with a standing dick, once again marveling at his size, went into the room, lay down on the sofa and beckoned to him to him. She stood at the feet of the sofa, a little bewildered, not understanding what I want from her. I began to drive the feet of my left leg along it: hips, stomach, chest. She didn’t really like it with the glory: « well, enough!», – sat down at my feet. My erection was sleeping and some kind of lifting. I turned over on my stomach and, asking it to do a massage, completely relaxed. She did not like, yes, perhaps, she did not live to do it on the present, but several minutes of affectionate, gentle touches completely redeemed this drawback. A pause came, she lay down on top and whispered in the ear: « I want to drink …»After some time, I reluctantly went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of red wine for her. She sat on the couch, hugging her legs pressed to her chest, a shaved pussy peeked out between her ankle, her gaze …A charming defenseless creature. Having made several sips, she exclaimed: « I have a surprise for you », and I jumped towards the bath. I went to another room to turn on the video camera – in my scenarios there were private shootings. I was not transported for long – in principle, everything was ready in the morning.
She fluttered into the room with an exclamation: « here I am!». Then I said nothing, and today, after a while, this is proof for me that there was love and passion in our relations, and there was not enough openness and mutual sensitivity. She had a very strange peignoir for my taste, and a glass of wine in her hand. Her image, and therefore her mood, was very dissonated with my. But then I did not pay attention to it. Youth. Or stupidity.
Nevertheless, the degree of eroticism was very high: it is a naked (almost) female, I thirsty for a male – everything was spinning. There was a little posing, a little staged and fuck in front of the camera. But the various expectations made itself felt and despite the orgasm (mine), some kind of discord was felt. I went to the toilet. On the way back I looked into the kitchen. The wine bottle was empty. However. And in the room, curled up, a charming girl was sleeping on the couch. I closed the door and got a job in another room watch TV.
She slept for two hours. Then I heard her went to the toilet. I broke out and went after her. The door was only covered – I opened it. « oh!»,-she somehow sank and tried to cover herself.
– I want to see!
– No, I’m shy!
– Do not be shy …
A little bitterly, she got comfortable, lifted her legs, resting them on the jamb of the toilet door, and began to write. I will not say that the process itself excited us. The understanding acted excitingly that we were going beyond. Not only generally accepted decency, but also beyond the adopted intimacy for many couples. It was this shamelessness, shamelessness and was the fuel of our excitement. She graduated and I went close to her. My cock stood and she, caressing him, smacked a couple of times.
– I want you in the ass.
– Easy.
Not the answer itself – anal sex was not a rarity for us, and the intonation of perky readiness then especially hooked me. We got out of the toilet and she stopped on the threshold of the bathtub, bending forward and leaning with my hands against the edges of the bath. The height of the threshold leveled our difference in growth and made this position delightfully convenient. Taking advantage of the baby oil that appeared at hand, I entered it. It was at first slowly and neatly, and then earned like a sewing machine. We read this comparison somehow together on a similar reason and it was very suitable for our anal tract. This time I scribbled not long and finished somewhere deep in it. I climbed first into the bath, then she climbed, and I began to wipe myself. I remembered my fantasy about gold rain and I voiced it. She was not enthusiastic, but she was a little bit, she agreed and squatted in the bath, closing her eyes. Her facial expressions showed that she decided to accept golden rain, but « relax and enjoy »She can’t work. At the same time, for me, this fantasy, which seemed so exciting and desirable in dreams, has lost all my attractiveness in reality, and I used the next room for its intended purpose.
Then we peacefully lay down on the sofa under the blanket and rushed, tanned until the next morning. In the morning, somehow everything did not work out, the plans were built, collapsed, changed-the mood was spoiled. As it turned out, it was my last intimate meeting with Marina – the crisis ended in a gap, leaving a few bright intimate dates and calm warmth to a pretty girl.
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