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Authors notes: This story is a fantasy my wife told me several years ago. Now it’s time for others to learn about it too. All are over the age of 18.
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I spotted her on the bus. It was a dull, gray rainy day. I was soaking wet, and the water dripped from my coat into my shoes. When I left home that morning, I hadn’t quite foreseen that the weather would turn into raincoat and wellies weather.
But she lit up amid all the gray and sour. Blonde. Almost platinum blonde. Real, I think. The metallic blue raincoat was barely wet. Maybe it was because she was equipped with a giant umbrella. Almost as big as a parasol. Candy stripe.
The raincoat was open. Underneath she has a black, tight dress that was cut almost to the navel. It was in a shiny fabric that clung to her shapely body like a second skin. I stared at her intently as I was pushed down the aisle of the bus by the new passengers. Her breasts were a chapter of their own. Big and bulging. She could have used one of those t-shirts with the text “Without silicone”.
“But of course, it might not have been strictly necessary to have such a product declaration either!” I thought to myself. You could see that with the naked eye.
I forgot that my body was wet and cold. felt that I was slowly but surely getting wet and warm between my legs. There was a standing room right next to her. There I was squeezed in by the flow of people who quietly slipped around and past me.
We stood close. Most of the time there were only a few centimeters between us. But when the bus turned, stopped or made other sudden movements, we were pressed right into each other. Suddenly her eyes met mine. She smiled. And a stream of liquid fire swept through me and set fire to my crotch.
I smiled cautiously back. Didn’t know what to do with myself. But strictly speaking, I couldn’t move very many other places than where I was standing right now. Solidly walled in between work-weary bodies in rainsoaked clothes. The scent of her perfume hit my nostrils and drowned out the not-so-attractive scent signals of the other passengers.
When the bus stopped a few stops before I was to get off, she got off. I didn’t have time to think. Hesitating only for a brief second, I followed her. The rain had stopped. were now just a few particles of moisture that felt like light caresses against the face.
She walked across the sidewalk with quick steps. The high, pointed heels clattered against bahis sitesi the pave-ment. The thin, black silk stockings look so good on her slim legs. I follow. A little hesitant at first. Then I picked up the pace and got closer and closer to her.
Suddenly she turned onto the path through a narrow park, up towards the large blocks of flats. I stopped for a brief second. Then I pulled myself together and followed her. We walked like this for a few minutes, me a few meters behind her. It was getting dark and the lights along the path were coming on. The fantasies ran faster and faster in my head as I followed her in the dim light. Her shiny raincoat glinted in the lamplight, and I wondered if she ever went naked under it? Whether she wanted to make love in it? What it would be like to let your hands slide over the smooth lacquer on the outside of her large breasts, over her narrow waist and firm ass. and further under the coat and caressing her naked body while she lay on top of me so that I could not escape…
When she suddenly stopped under one of the lights and turned around, I stopped too. I stood completely still. Unable to move or say anything. Would she scold me for following her? No, she probably wouldn’t. Because there it was again, that smile. She smiled with her whole face. The mouth, the eyes, the elongated dimples in the cheeks. What does she want? I held my breath and waited.
“Do you have any light?” She then asked.
Her voice was naturally sexy and a little hoarse. She fished out a pack of cigarettes from one pocket of her raincoat and shook one out. I nodded, still silent, and reached for the lighter in my pocket. Then I stepped closer and gave her some fire. She sucked in greedily.
“Do you want one?” She shook the package at me.
I nodded and mumbled “yes please” it wasn’t my brand of cigarettes but what the heck! If that’s what it took to bring me into contact with this otherworldly beautiful sex bomb, then it was fine with me.
I lit the cigarette and we now continued side by side. I couldn’t help but constantly squint at her impressive bosom, which undulated merrily under the open patent coat. I didn’t hope she noticed. And I feared that she would ask where I was going. Because I basically didn’t know that…
But she didn’t ask. She just chatted away. Her name was Helle, she was 28 – a few years younger than me – and lived with her boyfriend, in the first block of flats dünyanın en iyi bahis siteleri after the park. Shit, I thought. Of course she had a boyfriend. However, the boyfriend was not at home tonight, she said. Some meeting. she then asked if I wanted to go home with her? If I didn’t have anything else? She turned her face towards me, and I drowned in her blue eyes. No, I had nothing urgent. So, I would like to…
Up in the apartment, she quickly took off our clothes and hung them to dry. Helle’s body was divine! She only let me have a brief glimpse of it. Then she had pulled a red silk dressing gown around her. And she handed me another one in black. She asked me to join her in the kitchen, where she turned on the oven, lifted the pizza up to the freezer and put it in the oven, after which she opened a bottle of red wine. The wine provided the warmth as she continued to babble.
suddenly she took my face between her hands and kissed me greedily. The kiss took my breath away as I tried to control my body’s reaction. Then she released me and took a step back. She looked at me inquisitively.
“I turn you on, don’t I?” She then asked. “You’ve been crushing on me ever since you saw me on the bus, haven’t you?”
“Yes!”
My voice cracked. I was beside myself with lust. Helle had kissed me. A kiss that filled my body with a mindless desire for more. Kiss. Caress. Hot, uninhibited sex…
“Come with me!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen, down the hall and into the bedroom. There she pushed me onto the large bed, which was covered with an elegant, burgundy bed-spread.
She laid on top of me and kissed me again. Long and greedy. Her small, warm tongue ran around my mouth as she opened my robe and let her hands find my breasts. Overwhelmed with intense desire, I eagerly reciprocated.
Helle’s breasts were soft and yet firm. the play of her hands on my breasts, sent stars of joy from my nipples to the cunt and back again. Then one of her hands was suddenly between my thighs. She smiled – oh, that smile – when she realized how wet I was. A finger slipped between my swollen pussy lips. Found the clit. Circled around it. And started massaging the little bump. With experienced strokes that sent me sky high. I came into a roaring orgasm that rumbled through my body like another summer thunderstorm. I was shaking all over. She gasped with her mouth against mine. She kaçak siteleri stroked my cheek and asked smiling if it was good. It certainly was. Then – suddenly – I spotted a figure in the doorway to the semidark corridor. A man! Startled, I pushed Helle away and sat halfway up. I pointed in the direction of the door and tried to say something, but I couldn’t. Helle looked over her shoulder.
“Hey, Niels,” she then laughed. “You’re home early!”
“Hey, girls!” Answered the guy, whose name was obviously Niels.
It was probably Helle’s boyfriend. Helle quickly pulled my dressing gown around me and got out of bed. Then she went to Niels, kissed him quickly and pulled him with her in the direction of the kitchen.
I lay back trembling and didn’t know what to do with myself.
“Damn it!” I heard Helle shout out in the kitchen. “The pizza!”
My senses were returning to normal. Indeed! It smelled burnt.
“Damn it!” I thought too. and registered that I was ravenously hungry.
I lay exhausted and listened to the noise, laughter and muffled voices from the kitchen. Then Helle came in again. Alone. She laid down next to me and started caressing me gently. She kissed me on the ear and asked in a whisper if I wanted to be fucked by her boyfriend? All sorts of thoughts started running through my head. Although I had perhaps already known the possibility for some time, her proposal still came as a surprise to me. She let a hand slide over my breasts. Just brushed them lightly. And the nipples rose as if on command. The hand continued down my stomach and settled over my mount of Venus. Squeezed. Pushed. A finger slipped in. Then the matter was settled.
“Yes,” I whimpered, “yes, yes, yes…”
A few minutes later I was lying with Helle – wearing a raincoat and nothing else – sitting straddled on my face. I drilled my tongue into her dripping pussy. While Niels lay between my legs and gently penetrated me.
His hands slipped under me. And with a firm grip on my buttocks, he began to fuck me. The sensation on both ends overwhelmed me. The smell and taste of Helle, combined with Niels’ rhythmic thrusts in my wet, hungry cave. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. Then Niels came. Suddenly and without warning he filled me with a flood of cum. I increased the speed of my tongue, and soon Helle also exploded. Then all 3 of us sank together and lay for a while and came to ourselves without saying anything.
“I threw the pizza out,” Helle then laughed. “It was probably even hotter than us.”
Niels climbed out of bed and dried himself.
“I’ll call and order a new one. We also need something to eat now,” he said and disappeared into the living room.
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That was what she told me….
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