He caught up with a hand on the buttocks

He caught up with a hand on the buttocks

She started as planned to make sure he noticed it during water aerobics’ Last night, she did what was planned (2-piece jersey + spend the session in front of him at most …). This confirms that she will go to my opinion at the end with him …
After a few checks on the guy I can confirm some points: It is a FUTARD 1st that goes clearly in aqua aerobics to find new conquests. He is a truck driver in a large area, divorced and he spends all his vacations at UCPA (well known for being a place to kiss ‘Heu non pardon de vacances’).

She did the same thing last night last week (2 pieces sexy, exercise in front of him during the course): At the end of the session he told her that he wanted a drink with her …
He understood everything quickly. We must see each other Wednesday night after a drink to organize the meeting on Saturday.

Everything is going very fast. He is not fooled, he understands quickly? It looks like he’s used to:
The topics they cover are quite “banal” and except since last night they had never been alone to discuss. Before last night it was more jokes and it did not go very far.
Already in the course of last week he began to suspect something: A girlfriend from Virginia told him yesterday before the start of the session that he had learned about her Friday night after the course (he remains very late at the pool bar).

Everything was confirmed last night when during an exercise Virginia “fell” on him: He caught up with a hand on the buttocks that quickly passed between the thighs because she said nothing. He then said in his ear “See you after a drink.” As much before this episode he was just kidding as much at the bar he had changed his attitude. She will have trouble resisting … Already Monday night in the pool he had the effect …
In the end the discussion was rather serious … For the rest I confirm what I say from the start: It is not “pretty” rather paunchy and older …

So what we have planned for Saturday: Appointment in the afternoon in the city center where he will only follow us, water aerobics and hotel.
He asked some things physically for her.
He asked that Virginie be dressed in sexy dress, sexy underwear, court shoes, toenails and feet with red polish and total hair removal. He will check the last two points Saturday at water aerobics: Stop everything if one of them is not there.

She is preparing: Rather the last touch since since the day before as he had asked she is completely shaved ‘For me she had never wanted to do it? But to see it’s a treat the same night I tried everything to enjoy it but she did not want to know … Not even a little cuni.

She puts her polish on the nails of the feet and hands: I love this smell: In any case it applies.

I have trouble staying in place.
I spend time in front of the bathroom. Here it is now below: White panties, totally shaved, varnish on the nails ‘Hum I tell myself that he will feast the sal’ But on the other hand I do not wait more than that.
Time does not go fast? I can not wait to get in the car and get to the pool.
She is ready: Just as expected ‘Sexy dress, pumps’.
Let’s go? I say to myself that the next time she passes the door of the house she will surely not be the same?

Good this time I go there.
Here I am as expected at the pool bar overlooking the pool: The advantage is that you can see everything.
I take a coke even if I’m not really thirsty …
He is already in the water: He really did it fast.

Seeing it I always wonder what she finds him.
He talks with a woman in her fifties: I look at the other women of the class and I think that in the lot he has probably fucked some …
This is Virginie … I never leave her eyes … Him any more Elsewhere …
I then remember his 2 requirements that completely validated the meeting: Red nail polish to the fingernails and hands and total hair removal. For the varnish it’s easy to see but for the rest how is it going to do?
She enters the water: There is a lot of people and noise …
I do not believe it: Hardly she has water to the shoulders that passes behind her. I fix the scene: I can not hear anything around me.

The sexual blackmail that you make me suffer

the sexual blackmail that you make me suffer

I just smile at him for an answer, but no word comes out of my mouth.
All that has just happened turns in my head in all directions, I am mixed with excitement, fears, pleasure, doubts …

We arrive at home, Alex parks my car in front of my building, goes out and passes by my side to open the door, a last opportunity for him tonight to watch me spread thighs and enjoy the view of my pussy still wet while I go out on the passenger side. He closes my door, and takes me by the waist to accompany me. Once at the entrance of my building, he slips my bunch of keys into my bag and takes me in his arms to kiss me languidly on the mouth, like a lover with his bride.

I feel like a teenager, until I feel his hands gently lift my dress to take my ass with both hands and remove them, to introduce a few more fingers that make me moan one last time tonight, and goes away, without saying a word, just winking at me, which probably means “Do not worry, we keep up to date.”

I go home, alone, takes a bath, and goes to bed immediately, but I can not sleep, despite my fatigue … Alex and our antics take up all the space in my head, I wet now , just thinking about it, I fear the worst, namely, falling in love with my master-singer.

Day and night I think now only of her sex in me, everything we could do, while this situation would have deeply disgusted me a few weeks ago, she is now muse many masturbations of my parties intimate …
The days go by, Alex still has not contacted me … I did not imagine I want him to remember and still make me participate in a horrible blackmail, but my excitement takes over.

He turned me into a slut, and I got to like it, but am I slutty with him? Or would I like to be with other men, choosing to behave in this way, without being obliged? …
The idea of ​​making love to strangers, as he had almost forced me to do it the other time, now occupied all my thoughts, I even came to tell me that with or without Alex I would try ‘experience.

One morning, as I leave my house to drive to the woods where I intend to go for my morning jog, I find a word under the windscreen wiper “Smile, you are filmed”. Shivers run through my whole body instantly, I look around me, but I do not see anyone, either in a parked car, on foot, or at a window … I climb in my car anyway and head for the wood. During my trip, the phone rings, it’s Alex.

– Hello my naughty, on the way to play sports and sweat a little?
– Are you spying on me now?
– No, but you told me the other time that you liked to go running on the weekend alone in the wood, I wanted to accompany you, but if you do not prefer, it does not matter, we can see each other tonight.
– Tonight I’m taken, I spend the evening with Michel

It is true that in the meantime, Michel reminded me, and that we agreed to see us tonight and put things in order between us. He seems determined to make efforts for our couple to leave, but still do not suspect any of my forced antics, and now desired, with Alex …

– Ahaah, do business resume between your man and you then? Seriously? Or just to reset the counter?
– It’s not yours Alex, and if things start again between Michel and me, our relationship will be based on trust, and I’ll tell him everything that happened between us, the sexual blackmail that you make me suffer , and all the rest, so this morning will probably be the last opportunity you’ll take advantage of me, then, if you still threaten me or force me to anything, I’ll tell him everything

– Wait Chantale, there’s something wrong here, first you threaten me with retaliation if I continue to make you sing, but on the other hand you offer me a last opportunity to enjoy the pleasure that the we make each other feel
– Look, I’m driving, and I do not have a hands-free kit, and as you’re certainly following me with your car, let’s meet and talk live, it will be less risky and dangerous.
– Turn right into the small road at 100 meters, and park behind the cut tree trunks, I’m behind you, at 20 seconds

As I suspected, he was following me, so I went to the place he had indicated to me and got out of my car to wait for him. He arrives at once, park his car in front of mine, but wait before going out.

 

I pinched his nipple

I pinched his nipple

So we returned to my home and she asked me to come to her, to have more room. I understood that she does not feel comfortable here. So I took my gear and went to Anne’s house. She lived in a small, very bright apartment. I started to paint when I saw her take off her T-shirt.
– What are you doing ?
– Well, I undress, I want to be natural.

I did not know what to think. She straightened up, proud, in black underwear. She was beautiful, she had beautiful shapes, we guessed under her bra beautiful breasts well round. A suggestive picture that put your appetite in your mouth. “We often see naked women on the boards. She said before removing the room hiding her nipples.

She was looking at me smiling. And she took off her panties. I was facing a hairy sex. I could not any more. I try to control myself so as not to jump on him. “This is the first time I show myself! It’s so exciting! ”
She leaned against the wall and asked me to start.

I was so nervous that I did anything. Then I began to get used and soon my brush obeys me. I was ecstatic. I focused on his face, or at least I tried. It took me a long time to grasp his features. The vigor it gave was hard to give. When I finished my face, it must have been a long time. I told him that we would continue next time. She peeled off the wall and let out a sigh of relief. Then she came to look at the book. She seemed disappointed that I did not do more. We gave ourselves an appointment the next day.

In the evening I could not detach myself from his image. She was there with a smile, I saw her beautiful naked body. I dreamed of her. Anne danced slowly undressing. I fell in love.

The next day, the only thing that worried me was my date. I could not distract my attention. When I rang, she was already ready, the door opened almost instantly and Anne let me in. She was in underwear. I had the right to a big kiss. My model undressed without a word smiling me cheerfully. It was as magical as yesterday. I stared at her firm breasts, which she did not fail to notice. She approached me to take my hands and put them where I wanted.

“Make fun, caress them. ”
I was surprised. But at the same time, it was paradise, the first girl I saw naked, the first girl who ventured with me. His skin was soft. She let herself be, and suddenly pulled away.
“Paint me! ”
I obeyed. I described his neck, his shoulders, his chest with her nipples topped small tips all pink.

I stopped, the sun was about to set and the light would not be the same.
– It’s nice to paint me, to take time for me.
– It is a pleasure. And then to paint as beautiful a girl as you do not refuse.
– Thank you.
She gave me a big kiss on the cheek, hugging me. I felt his body.
– Can I touch you again?
– No, not today ; we must not spoil the pleasures by going too fast.
– See you tomorrow then?

– Since it’s Saturday you’ll stay all day, ok?
It was agreed that I should come at 9 o’clock. And we would have all the time we want. I left her then. Opening the door, my model suddenly tells me “stop”. I turned and suddenly, she was in my arms and kissed me in the mouth. I kept that feeling, that touch on my lips in my head. I was good.

Anne opened me in her nightgown. We greeted each other warmly. “I’m ready,” she said with a smile, and she let her nightgown fall to the ground without the least shame. I was almost used to it, but it made me want so much? I had made it as beautiful on canvas as in real life. She resumed her pose. I began with her belly down gradually under her breasts. I arrived at his most intimate part.

His cock surmounted by a beautiful hair color furry hairy, a duvet of the most erotic. And I went down painting her beautiful thighs, her muscular legs as needed for forms of goddess. Finally, I finished with my arms.
– Come see !
– You finished me!
– There remains the scenery to do.
– That’s wonderful. Follow me.
She took me to his bed, sat down and spread her thighs.
“Look at my sex! ”

I was surprised. My eyes stuck to her pussy. She took off my pants, my underpants, my shirt and took my cock in his hand. My penis was also erect but grows even bigger.
“I love you, I want to do all the possible experiments with you. ”
It was the first time I was with a girl and she was proposing this to me.
“I want to touch you, caress you. ”
I took her breasts with both hands and began to grind. She moans. I pinched his nipple.

I go to the bathroom and put on the lace boxer

I go to the bathroom and put on the lace boxer

I go back to the counter, the boxer in hand. The manager is in conversation with a tall dark woman, in which I immediately recognize Liz, a friend of my wife. I’m going back, too late.
– Have you found what you are looking for?
– Yes, but the size is not suitable; you would have the same in M? I stammered.

– Hey, hello, Laurent. That’s Liz getting involved. Did you buy lingerie for Marie? Show, I will help you.
I give him the object, more and more confused.
– Ah, what a good idea. Men always offer lingerie to their wives, but it’s for their personal pleasure. You have this delicacy to think of his pleasure, bravo. It’s very feminine, it will surely please him a lot. I can not wait for her to tell me, “she said, staring at me, gently stroking the fabric.

I articulate a vague answer, and give up the place to the two women in full discussion as to the role of the male in the couple? This bitch Liz will phone Mary, for sure.
Just returned home, Marie greets me at the door with a big smile, is hug?
– You have a surprise to show me? It seems that it is adorable?
– Yes, I hope you’ll like it, I answer swallowing somehow my saliva; I arrive.

Marie is 40 years old, black-eyed brunette, with very open shapes. Our families, an old provincial nobility, have known each other for a long time and our marriage has, so to speak, been imposed. If money has disappeared over the centuries, traditions remain and systematic vouvantage is one of them.
I go to the bathroom and put on the lace boxer. White and very transparent, I really look like a doe submissive in ‘And it excites me a lot. I start to bend, imagining myself dressed under the eyes of Jean.

Submitted to all these desires. But the excitement falls back to the idea of ​​Mary waiting for me. How am I going to get away? We have rather distant relations and very conventional, after 10 years of bourgeois cohabitation? And she’s always been pretty prudish?
I put on a bathrobe and join my wife, who is waiting for me lying on the bed in a nightie.
I lie down beside him, and try to extinguish the light as in each of our relations; it prevents me; his hand slips under my bathrobe, stroking my rod over the lace. I start to bend over and over under the caresses.
– Very interesting, she said, her voice hoarse? and so new.

– You like ? I ask ; I thought that a little renewal could not hurt us’
– I love, she said. Get up and take off that bathrobe, turn that one sees you well ‘.
– I execute myself, and offers me in his eyes, my cock tending the boxer, my buttocks unveiled by the lace? I’m preparing to take it off, but she refuses it firmly.

– No, it is necessary to go to the end of your desires’ This feminine side that you decide to show me, it is necessary to develop it without doubt. I do not want to be outdone, and go show you my secret garden male.

“Lie down on your stomach,” she said, giving up the vouvant.
I am executing myself; she comes to ride me on all fours. His cock caresses against my buttocks, his mouth devours the neck. Eyes closed, I think of Jean lavishing me the same caress, his dick caressing against my ass’ I really want to be caught like that, and I rub against the sheet, under the comings and goings of Mary. I moan, and caress me, a hand slipped into the boxer.

– Not so fast, these games of hands are not allowed in my presence? If you want to develop your feminine side, know how to wait for pleasure, sometimes in vain.

She draws two scarves from her dresser, with which she ties my arms to the bedsteads. I beg her to caress me the rod, in vain.
She sits in the armchair facing me, her legs up on the armrests, chestnut fleece widely offered to my eyes burning. Her right hand resting on her cock, and she begins to caress, eyes half-closed. I band more still; this is the first time I see her practice this exercise, and it excites me enormously.

– Tell a little, now, for what purpose do you intend this shameless dress?
Her fingers sank into her cave, she moaned so much and more, and offers herself a first pleasure; after a few moments of calm, the merry-go-round resumes; his left hand titillates a nipple that I see drawn up under the nightie. I pull on the scarf to caress me in my turn. Wasted effort.
– It’s only for you, I assure you? stroke me.

– I do not believe you. I imagine you rather waiting for a meeting, in the neighboring wood, dressed in vote only lace? Offered to all comers .. Ready to take in the mouth the first comer, perhaps, or waiting for an appointment? That’s it, no doubt? So you have to prepare for it.
Some caresses again, and she gives herself a new pleasure. She leaves the chair, take out a new scarf.

My back and forth are fast

My back and forth are fast

My mind is titillated but I wonder if this is a test, so I tell him:

– Is it really important for you?
– In some ways, yes, although I understand that you refuse ‘
I take him in my arms.
– You know that nothing makes me more happy than to please you? I will find a man to realize this fantasy.
– Thank you?

As soon as this sentence was stated, I had my little idea in mind. I had a close friend that I have always suspected of having views on me. I telephoned to him.

– Hello, Bastien? Tell me, and answer sincerely, how do you find me physically?
– What? You are very pretty, but why this questi?
– Would you like to, say, play with my body?
– But, Christian?
– Christian agrees.

I explained the situation.

– Ah, well, Saturday afternoon, if his house is free, I come!
– We keep in touch. And thank you.
– The pleasure is mine !

Saturday. 13h. I still have not told Christian who was our surprise guest.
When it’s knocking at the door, it’s astonished that he opens to Bastien.

– Ah, it’s you Bastien who? ?
– Who will fuck with your girlfriend? Yes.
– Okay, uh? Do you want something to drink?
– No thanks, I’m too impatient to act with Alexandra!

I watch the scene with an amused eye. Bastien turns to me:

– Damn you made yourself beautiful!

I wear a white blouse almost transparent leaving more than guess my breast highlighted by a black bra, and a mini skirt white too, and very short, with a thong matching the bra. So we can indeed say that I made myself beautiful.

– Are we going up? He suggests.
– Okay !

Once in Christian’s room, I sit on the bed, followed by Bastien, while Christian sits on a chair, away.
Bastien begins to kiss me, passionately. While his tongue turns in my mouth and our saliva mix, his hand slowly down to my crotch, and expert fingers caress my privacy. He stops, removes my thong, and continues.

For my part, I’m not left out because my two hands managed to clear his already hard tail of his pants. In less time than it takes to say, I’m on my knees, between his legs, ready to savor the cock of another in front of my boyfriend ‘Yet I do not hesitate a second. I push his long member in my little wet mouth, as far as I can. My back and forth are fast, and my saliva abundant. I start to fondle her testicles, then sucks them into my mouth. I see that he likes it because it rattles and keeps my head so that I continue the work.

After a few delicious minutes, he lifts my head and kisses me and runs a hand under my skirt to caress my buttocks. A finger interferes. Suddenly he gives me a slap on the ass:

– Take me off what’s left of clothes and lie down, my little darling sweetheart!

Excited, I remove everything with speed and lie down, legs apart, head propped on the pillow. He had time to put on his latex protection. He lies down above me and a thrust penetrates me. I can not hold back a cry. My legs hug his, and my hands grip his muscular ass, as an invitation to never leave my hole.
For my pleasure, his round trips are fast and violent. At times, he pulls his tail fully, to better me back more powerfully after. I groaned in my shrill voice; it nibbles my nipples while hard, which delights me to the highest point. Pile at the moment when I thought I was going to enjoy, he asks me:

– Do you like sodomy?
– I just love it ! I say turning to get on all fours, rump offered.

It does not take long to smash my anus. His thrusts are dry and jerky. I scream. He pushes two fingers into my pussy. I scream again.
Then, suddenly, he returns to me with force, removes his condom with a single gesture, and I feel his hot sperm flow on my chest.

– Oh, yeah, it was good! We’ll do it again next time!

Meanwhile, I look at my boyfriend. His cock is hard, and he masturbates. I come to help him with my hand.
Bastien kisses me before leaving, and has his words for Christian:

– A real pleasure your girl!

Soon after, I let my darling finish in my mouth. He leans over, and whispers:

– Thank you for everything!

A real call to fuck

A real call to fuck

I do not know who guides the other, but it turns out that I feel your hands go up along my neck and caress the bottom of my hair, while my arms gently wrap around the waist. Our eyes are fixed, and our faces inexorably get closer until our lips are welded and our languages ​​mingle in a languid kiss imprinted with intense passion.

It’s you who guides the maneuver. One of your hand is snuck under my jeans and caress my buttocks, while the other searches my chest from underneath my shirt. I am caught off guard, and must make a great effort to get back on my feet and become more enterprising. My hands end up taking hold of your rump that I know how exciting to have him mater many times.

After a hearty massage, I finally grab them vigorously before lifting you up. Your arms are wrapped around my neck, your legs are tied behind my back. I carry you and take you where you come from, in the ladies’ room.

Oh Ida, what’s happening to us?
I leave you standing on the bowl and then forsake you for a moment to close the door. I turn around and discover your small tits pointing through your tank top, right in front of my eyes.

Now, the excitement conveyed by this situation, both unprecedented and unexpected, has uninhibited any restraint on my part. I grab hold of your breasts without waiting. You do not have a bra. That’s wonderful. Your nipples point through the fabric, and I hasten to tickle the tip of my tongue, before swallowing my mouth.

Thinking of what could imagine your husband and wife, and our friends remained on the terrace, discovering your wet suit of saliva when we return, I stop. Your eyes give me a disappointed look, but you end up understanding, and it is you who impatiently removes the cotton that separates us.

Oh Ida, what I want!
My mouth is quick to swallow, like a sucker, one of your tits. The intoxication of the moment takes me into an increasingly bestial frenzy. My hands are running through your body.

After the back and hips, your cock is lavishly caressed through your jeans. Your arms, firmly entwined on my neck, end up slipping under my shirt, and end up slipping it from the top of my body. Our bare torsos are now glued. I feel the tip of your breasts point my skin.
Oh Ida, how horny you are!

The madness of our senses makes me forget some passage. I come back to a kind of reality when I find you sitting on the toilet, my tail between your lips. My pants are on my ankles, and your mouth swallows my sex bandaged block. Looking at me, you alternate the worst tortures that a man can suffer. Long licking along the penis, swallowing balls and swallowing the penis to the deepest of your throat.

Feeling my sap ready to spring, I stop you, kneel between your thighs, unbutton your jeans and remove it. I finally discover the fruit of my desire. Your pussy is beautiful. The pubis cleanly carved, leaving some poiles in “Metro ticket”, and the vulva perfectly shaved, you are sublime eroticism. A real call to fuck.

I lean and buried my face against your sex. I’m trying to lick you the edge of your fruit of love, before approaching my tongue on your little button. I see him getting fat, getting out of his door, asking that we take care of him. I tickle it, I suck it, you shudder, you moan.

I go down my tongue along your sexual lips. One-to-one I spread them. I discover your well of love. He is shining with pleasure, wet with excitement. My index finger joins my tongue and snaps into you. You enjoy. Your body is tetanized, jolted. Your eyes open and you look at me. Happy.
Oh Ida, how good we are!
My manhood is at its best. I approach your cave and rubs it long in the hollow of your lips dripping with desire. Your eyes call me. Your sexual appetite gives me wings.

I am getting deeper. I feel like your pussy sucks me. It’s so sweet and so wet. I am in paradise. I advance. Impatient you press my buttocks. I refuse your eagerness. I slide. I feel the heartbeat of your vagina against my cock. I feel that at any moment I can burst. I restrain myself … I am in abutment.
Oh Ida, how deep you are!

Your mouth is wide open, your bulging eyes look at the ceiling. You want to shout your pleasure, but you can not do it anymore. You enjoy again, clawing your forearms with your forearms. You cling to me the air disenchanted by all the enjoyment that inhabits you. I start going back and forth in you.

First slowly, then more and more vigorously.
Oh Ida, let me slide well!
From below the knees, I lift you up. We are always plugged. I plate you against the wall and continues to boost your pit of the delights of my cock.

I knew immediately that it was you that I needed

I knew immediately that it was you that I needed

She stretches, we get up, and take a shower together, like yesterday. Then we had breakfast, and we went to college with my scooter. At school level, I realize we are a little early: the gate is still closed. We sit on a low wall, while I surround his shoulders with my arm. I took the opportunity to ask him the question that burns my lips from the beginning:

– Why me, Morgane? I asked him in a low voice.

– How’s that, why you?

– Why are you going out with me, with all the guys in the chest? Why did you choose me and not another?

– Because when I saw you, I knew immediately that it was you that I needed, and not one of the crutters of the college. Because when I met your eyes, I fell in love with you right away. And I know you too. If I wanted you to come to my house, it’s because I wanted to know you, and to seduce you. You’re too good to me, I’ve never felt so good with anyone else.

I’m in love with your caresses, I would like to stay stuck with you all day but, I do not think that staying together all the time is a good idea, I’m afraid that, if people know, we just become a couple , you and me. I prefer to put ourselves to the test, we must abstain, you do not find it better? Nothing official, two “lovers”. Our secret.

She had such a beautiful smile when she told me that I could not refuse. And deep down, it was not so bad. I embraced it for approval, and at that moment the gate opened, and the school buses all arrived at the same time. Morgane returned to the yard, and went to join her friends, pretending I did not exist. This distance made me a little sore, but I did not care, because I now know that Morgane loves me.

So, I decided to do like her: I joined my friends. I listened to them discussing, but the heart was not really there. It is with Morgane that I would like to be. One of my friends saw my absent air, and said:

– Damien dude! You make a funny face this morning, tell me. What’s wrong with you, did you lose your Russian dictionary? He asked, giggling.

Everyone else laughed like crooked people. Vexed, I said to him:

– Shut up ! Go make yourself!

– Rhôo, do not take it like that! He told me. I’m kidding.

He was just trying to joke, what did it take me to talk to him like that? Ashamed, I say to him:

– I know, excuse me, I do not know what he took me, I’m a little tense these days … Uh, it must be the math exam tomorrow.

The ring was then heard. I look at the schedule of 3 ° C posted in the yard: SVT in room 21 with Mr. Martin. I join the ranks of Room 21, and find that Morgane is right in front of me, but continues to act as if I did not exist.

When the other students began to enter the room, I took my beautiful girl’s hand and forced her to wait for the others to come home. Once everyone came home, I said quietly:

– Come sit next to me … Please, I miss you …

She says nothing, and returns to the room, looking like nothing. I sit at the back of the room, near the wall, and take my things out. That’s when I felt someone behind me. I look up, and see my beautiful who just sit next to me. I was so happy that it was almost painful to me not to be able to kiss him. The professor then spoke:

– Hello everyone. Today we are going to watch a movie about chemical reactions.

At the thought of not having to work today, murmurs of satisfaction filled the class.

– But be careful, if I hear the slightest sound, we stop everything, and you make an assessment, threatened the teacher. Have I been clear? Asked the latter.

Everyone nodded, and the teacher started the movie. Personally, it was rotten, but hey, it’s better than a yard. As I watched the film, Morgana’s presence in the dark by my side reminded me of our antics when we were watching a horror movie last night, and a blistering erection caught me. Suddenly, I felt a hand slip on my left thigh, which was gentle back and forth from the top of my crotch to my knee.

But where did this hand come from? That’s when I made the connection. Black ? A hand ? It could only be Morgane. She turned me on, and enjoy the effect she makes me, putting me to the test. At first I was surprised, then stiffened.

“Caress me too,” she whispered. Unless you prefer that we stop.

I had no reaction at first. We could very well see each other. It was enough for someone to turn his head, and we were grilled. Even if we were the only ones to be at the back of the class. And if the teacher turned on the light? Finally, she took my hand in hers, and put it on her.

The same search for a shared orgasm

the same search for a shared orgasm

My hand stays still while she drives. It’s when she stops at a red light that I slowly go up on my legs. Carole barely spreads her thighs to allow me to caress her soft flesh between them.

A quick blow of horn makes us start. I was going to stop my caresses when she still puts hers on mine. I do not dare go on too much. It must be believed that I am wrong: Carole puts his hand directly on my tail. She knows exactly what she wants. She can not drive and get out my cock. Fortunately in the city !! Nothing prevents me from continuing to read it.

I arrive on his wet briefs. Passing on the crotch, I find some hair left. Sitting side by side on the seat, I only stretch my arm: I am comfortable to make her go wherever she wants.

We arrive at her place. On the top floor, there with elevator, we have nothing to do to let go to our low instincts, especially his. Carole drags me rather than she invites me to the room where we had a lot of fun.
I’m excited at least as much as she is. I should have pushed her on the bed, take it violently. She’s the one pushing me.

Spread out all my life I can not do anything when she is on me, kiss me or nibble I do not know. His hand is now trying to deliver the tail. She does it very well, with the experience she has. It flushes the glans by clearing the foreskin.

My only immediate concern is to ask me what she will do: give me a blowjob as she has taken the taste recently or jerk me off? I try as I can to go back under her skirt a little down. I give up quickly when his mouth eat deftly cock. Abandoned I let myself do: it’s so good. I can still watch how she does it.
His lips around my tail, up and down, his tongue involved. Carole releases his bite to take the hand of the base of the cock near the pubis. The pleasures are varied since she took a liking to my thing. If she wants me to cum in her mouth, I have nothing against it.

I would leave for another cunnilingus. She knows it because in the end she gave me her mouth for a deep kiss. I feel on his tongue the taste of my cock: I like enough.
I can finally return, put on her as a master of our enjoyment. Master is a big word. I am his wishes tonight.

One, the kiss, the other I know, the sodomiser: one of his last discoveries. I can finally find her sex: she is awfully wet tonight. I almost slip on her pussy. Good for her: her clitoris I go quickly on the vagina where I enter too quickly to my liking. I do not know what she mumbles. It must please him.

I arrive as I can to undress her. I like it more and more. I want her, to enjoy her belly or her mouth, I want it. She also wants me when she still finds the tail she masturbates bluntly this time. I knew it good wank, not like tonight. She could make me cum ten times in no time.

To better possess her, I am quickly naked. She manages to set a trap to make me fall under her. I could have been caught by one of his holes.
She is on me, her body completely against me.

I feel her breasts on my chest, her stomach against mine, my cock against her belly. And again his hand that holds me by the tail. I win this battle. I control it by turning it over, holding her hands above her, glued to the sheet. Carole keeps the last word when her legs come around my kidneys.

My dick is between his legs, his hands take me back to lead me as if I did not know how to do it.
Her pussy literally swallows my life. The prepuce returned to its place spreads the glans and leaves room for his flesh. We are gathered in the same pleasure, the same search for a shared orgasm.

I force myself not to leave before her. I win when I feel his spasms around the tail. Carole emerges to enjoy alone as often. She does it well, I still want it. She also when of herself, on all fours she shows me her buttocks she opens with both hands. She forgot her “fuck me”.

The act of wetting the small hole with his cum indicates only his desire or need. I know in advance the path of his right hand: direction the clitoris to accompany his other pleasure. I’m kneeling right behind her, the top of my thighs against hers. I just put the glans right on the anus to hold it with both hands on his waist.

I gently enter my second house of his body. If she screams when I go in, I hear her sighs of relief as I go back and forth.
My cock is a victim of spasm of his anus. I spurted full in his cave. I do not know how many times she enjoys.

Fill my belly with your cum

Fill my belly with your cum

She smiles at me and resumes.
– We can walk together if you agree.

We started walking and we talked, her name was Stephanie, 26 years old, two years older than me, she taught history at a college in the nearby city. She was single and wandered here to forget her solitude and lifeless apartment.
There was a big trunk lying on the ground, so we decided to sit there while still talking about everyone and anything.

– Why are you laughing ? She asked me smiling.
– It’s just that I have a little trouble believing you, so young, so beautiful, so open, you want me to believe that you’re there because you feel lonely … Is this really the truth?

– To tell you the truth, I’m not used to being alone and I like being always in me, or with me, but none of that right now … Do you like me ?

At these words, I throw myself on her and kiss her, caress her hair with one hand and her chest through her jacket. She takes off her jacket as we kiss, I start kissing her neck a thousand kisses, she slid his hand between my legs and feel my penis that has hardened it is quick to go out …

– You do not want to go to my house? I asked him, I seriously wanted to fuck her and all right now
– Do not be naive, a woman who walks alone in the woods only wants one thing …

Finally, I think the woods excite her and making love to her was her biggest fantasy. She begins to masturbate my cock by giving a few licks at times.

She removes her cleavage she throws on the dead leaves as for his jacket, I had just noticed the beautiful chest she had. But, she does not let me see more and kneels before me and begins to suck my cock, I can only caress her breasts and tickle her nipples.

She sucks me and plays with my balls, licks everything and stares at me: She likes it, I like it. She gets up and gives me her breasts that I hasten to lick, she stroked my hair and moaned softly. I slip my right hand between her legs, try to open her pants and she helps me, makes it go down all the way down.

She kneels me and brings my head to her vagina, I pull the blue thong on the side with two fingers and starts to lick, I like it, and I swallow what escapes, she moans more and more, more and more. I pull his thong until he tears and I put two fingers and fuck him belly, my fingers are wet: I go back to her, kiss her and slide my fingers wet between our lips …

– Go, take me! She cries to me.

I push against the tree next door and I enter while kissing her neck and on her side, she caresses her breasts and loves it.

– Yes! That’s it, fuck me! Faster, give me all your sex !! Make me your thing, she cried each time with hurt.
– You like that young slut woods, huh! I whispered to her while licking her.

I went there more and more, I wanted to give him maximum pleasure. I saw his wet run down my cock and it excited me to see such a spectacle, I cried with pleasure and the same on his side.

I withdraw, turn it over and glue it to the tree. Standing, she was naked, I spread her nice ass and eat her anus, after a few minutes I decided to put it to him …

– Go there, that’s it: Sodomize me, sodomize your bitch!

At first, she let out a cry, I pull her hair and I see his face tense with joy, his mouth half open that lets out his biggest cries of enjoyment. It wet more and more and I felt that I was not going to delay and accelerated the movement …

– Aah! Damn it’s good! She said.
– I’m coming, I’m going to let go! I shouted at him.
– Give me everything, make me drink your seed !!!

I retire, ready to see her kneeling in front of me, my cock swimming in her mouth full of my sperm. But she remains standing, facing me, and grabs my cock to masturbate.

Our mouths are pressed one against the other, while she caresses her penis with my penis; dragging it up and down … When I feel coming, and she also feeling my penis swell as my seed was coming, she sinks into her pussy.
I let out a groan as I empty myself, she, for her part, had started to breathe deeply close to my ear.

– Hmm, it’s good, she said. Fill my belly with your cum!

I start kissing her passionately, and I retreat from his cock gaping and dripping that I masturbate thoroughly two fingers.
I kissed her neck, and we stayed in this position for a minute … She went to pick up her clothes.

– Thanks darling, you just fucked a married woman .Hat, she was married but why not say it, it’s probably not that that would stop me.

But we will not be alone

But we will not be alone

Evi tried to persuade me:
– You who became a convinced naturist, it is in the right line of this activity. It is a militant gesture for nudity to enter the cities and impose itself. If one acts, perhaps one can go naked shopping, without being worried and without being offended.
– It’s really utopian. We will never be able to roam around town without finishing at the police station.
– Well this is the occasion or never, because in London, all the authorizations have been obtained.

– Naked bike, why not, but with cars, buses, pedestrians everywhere dressed, it’s very strange.
– But we will not be alone, there will be thousands of participants and we will meet our friends Evelyne and Boris.

Since our friends would join, I let myself bend while thinking that it was more a movement of exhibitionists than pure naturists. Because it was good to walk naked in the English capital with the whole population to watch us and watch us.

So when we met our friends, I could not help but ask them questions about the purpose of the event they had already attended. Their answers were clear and precise, as if they were the organizers of the operation:
– We are demonstrating because the streets of our big cities are monopolized by cars, motorcycles, scooters.

Whether in England, Germany, France or Spain where the movement was born, the city has become a hostile, dangerous and polluted place. You can not cross a street without risking being hit. It’s not normal. In addition motorized transport is the first source of greenhouse gases, danger and nuisance in the city.

We want the public space to be again a friendly and welcoming place, a space dedicated to people and meetings, not to machines and speed. Our slogan is “Less oil = more life! ”
– But why on a bicycle, why not a walk?
– Cycling is an efficient, ecological and friendly means of urban transport. It is a symbol of freedom and a concrete instrument of social transformation. It does not consume oil, does not participate in the destruction of the planet and remains far from the financial and warlike stakes related to fossil fuels. And you move better by bike and faster in town, than on foot.

– Nevertheless, in the big cities there are the buses, the subways or the tram Yes, but then you fall back into the economic system. And as only profitability matters, it is not suitable.
– But why manifest naked?

– Because cyclists are vulnerable in car traffic with power and speed, as if they were naked and defenseless. We show our bodies naturally, without false modesty, simply to remind ourselves that we are living beings and that we want to preserve our living environment. But this is not indecency, because nudity is desired, but it is not imposed!
– Does that mean that some protesters will be dressed?

– It’s a minority. Finally, there are some men keep underpants, girls are topless also keeping their pants. They arrive in order to get naked, but once at the foot of the wall, they dare not take the step. Most bodies are decorated with body paints, sometimes so elaborate that one could think of a garment on the skin. But, in my opinion, it is better to be totally naked, the body decorated why not, but not too much … For once we can cross the city in the simplest device with the approval of the authorities.

– And then, Evi, being naked is a good thing to promote our movement, to show that naturism is closely linked to ecology. Only by being naked in the cities can we make things change, move the lines. We should be able to be naked in all city parks without this posing the slightest problem and not just by moving away from the aisles.

“Still in Germany,” said Boris, “we have nothing to complain about. But nudity is much more repressed in France for example. In 2007 when the World Naked Bike Ride was held in Paris, the prefecture authorized to demonstrate, to make this demonstration of naked cyclists, but nobody should be naked. Eventually, protesters were arrested by the police.
– It’s sad for France. It’s a global movement, as its name suggests WNBR takes place all over Europe, but also in Canada, USA, Australia, New Zealand “And so, in France,” I asked, “there was no new attempt?
– No, it’s too risky.

The departure is scheduled at 15 hours in Hyde Park, we are an hour before, just to get in the mood.