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Blind Sex
🕑 Added 2019-05-16 07:47:17 +0000 UTCIt has long been learned that if you want to satisfy a woman, climb into her head, and not in a skirt. That is why girlfriends tried to choose smart, interesting, with a developed imagination. It is known that one of the most common female fetishes is sex with a stranger. This fantasy is sometimes interesting to fulfill. If I meet Special. But the meeting that took place two months ago turned out to be so bright and unforgettable that I can't stop thinking about it. I want to share my overwhelming feelings. At least with a computer.
I first saw her in the photo, accidentally looking at a dating site. Nice, but not super beauty. Even in the picture it was impossible not to feel the aura of incredible sexuality and charm. Unfolded the following image. And I saw her smile. Charming, bright, witchcraft. So much contagious that the tips of the lips unwittingly stretched upwards, in an effort to respond with a smile of the photo. Even without reading the questionnaire, her interests to the improbability coinciding with mine, I realized that I would definitely meet with this woman. Wrote a letter. Answered. Exchanged phone numbers.
Her voice was exactly as expected: Melodious. Gentle. Charming. The conversation lasted half an hour, but the feeling remained. that we can talk day and night with this person, and we will not go over half of the general topics, and it will be all the same interesting. At the end of the conversation, I did not doubt that She was special, and offered a "blind date." The condition is that we meet in such a way that a woman does not see me, puts on an opaque mask, and in this way we communicate for 15 minutes. We proceed as it seems to her right. The interlocutor was surprised, but after several clarifying questions she agreed to such a meeting.
Bright southern stars illuminated an attractive young woman with her back to the open door. Up close, in high heels, in a fitted dress and from the back, the feminine figure of the guest looked especially seductive. Having admired the opened picture for a moment, I gave my lady a black mask, bought at the time at the airport, to sleep on the plane. The beauty put on a bandage and unfolded gracefully stretched out my palm. (Erotic stories for all) This movement of the queen gives a hand for a kiss. From a touch to the hand, it was as if I were electrocuted, something turned upside down in the shower. Gently squeezing tender fingers, held the lady into the house. Heels hesitantly blew through the hallway floor. A few more steps along the corridor, and we find ourselves in a room. Helped the girl to settle in a comfortable chair. In the hand put a glass of chilled champagne. From the speakers flowed quiet, not distracting, pleasant music. Having settled down in a chair nearby, I asked whether she was comfortable.
A slow, pointless conversation ensued. That she loves, that touches her, disturbs. No talk about work, affairs, past relationships. A simple exchange of thoughts, impressions, funny episodes from life. Another glass is filled and drunk, the wine begins to act and an exciting blush appears on the delicate cheeks. Maybe a warm wave of kindness, peace, reliability and confidence emanating from me, perhaps something that seemed pleasant, understanding companion, or low. the pleasant timbre of the male voice, and most likely the alcohol made the woman relax, made her pose in the chair much more free and natural. I touched a thin, feminine wrist. She gently opened her hand, turned her palm up and we began to lightly touch the fingers of each other’s fingers.
Without interrupting the conversation easily held his hand higher to the forearm. Her skin felt like silk and velvet at the same time. He touched the soft hair, the chiseled neck. For some time he sifted through thick hair, stroked his neck. Then he ran his hand over his cheek, touched his lips, cutting off the sounding phrase in the middle. He lowered his hand to her chin and turned her face to his, dug a kiss into her lips. The guest answered passionately. Her quick tongue was in my mouth. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Blindfolds did not prevent a woman from hugging my neck and drawing me to her. I continued to kiss her lips, neck, collarbone, which began to rapidly rise in the chest neck.
Already knowing the answer, asked if the beauty is ready to continue. She slowly released herself, got up and began to take off her dress, under which were black lace thongs. I pulled her to me and began to stroke the inner side of the thighs, kiss the amazingly delicate skin of her stomach. Then I put my hands in my panties and slowly began to pull them down. The clean shaven labia, which were already swollen and open, opened. My magic guest has already managed to take off her bra, gently pushed me away and began to take off my shirt, then my pants. I helped the blindfolded woman, rid herself of clothes, took her in her arms and carried her to the bed without kissing.
I always caress my partner for a long time before I make love - a feature of physiology, otherwise I can hurt my friend very much. That evening, when I touched my lips to hers and my head spun, the last drops of my mind left me. All he could kiss this hair, this neck, whiskey, delicate ears, cheeks with surprisingly delicate skin and lips. And when my lady pulled me to her straight he entered her. Surprisingly, my not small unit easily and almost completely entered an excited woman. My mistress literally was running out of juice. Bending my legs around my thighs, arms gently and trustingly hugging my neck, hair spreading over the sheets, her scent drove crazy. I moved quickly, slowly, kissing the beautiful face, neck. The woman breathed loudly, rather quietly moaning and arched her whole body towards me, like a wild cat. She suddenly froze, made an attempt to free herself, but immediately leaned forward, arched so that I went deep, deep, and groaned with me.
For some time we lay beside without moving. I ran my hand over my beaded sweat neck, offered my lady juice. She greedily drank half a glass. And we started the second round. This time I acted without haste, walked around the heated body, caressing at first a feather, a piece of fur, a brush, and then my hands. Somewhere I tingled, alternately stroked, and slapped. The ice that ran through her body went to the course, and after a moment hot wax dripped onto the same place. For half an hour I brought my partner to a frenzy, so that the orgasm shook her a second after he entered it again. I, on the contrary, could not finish for a long time, and at the peak of bliss we were again at the same time.
I haven’t been 18 for a long time, and I absolutely don’t feel the need to make myself a sex giant. More than three sticks in a row can only throw in the fire. But that night everything happened differently. Her smell, her tanned, gold-casting skin, her loud, intermittent breathing during sex circled her head and at the same time gave unprecedented strength. Until the morning could not tear myself apart. There was a feeling that they were familiar for a hundred years. We understood each other completely, without words. Everyone seemed to be a continuation of the other. My desires were her desires and vice versa.
I very carefully and carefully entered her not virgin, but tight, and very sensitive ass. Then again and again. Long caressed swollen labia and excited vagina. Until he felt that he himself was very agitated, and did not take possession of his lover the last time this night. I thought that the last one. The naughty tongue and skillful mouth of my partner made my friend rebel again. The first rays of the sun illuminated the nipples dancing in front of my face, moving on me in the pose of a woman rider. She finished, we turned over, and I managed to bring my girlfriend to orgasm again, until he reached the climax. Terribly it would not be desirable to release from embraces the night beloved, but in the afternoon both of us were waiting for business and work. We agreed to meet in a day, and my princess flew into the bathroom. Through the slumber I heard the door slam. Three hours later, the alarm clock pulled me out of bed. In the bathroom near the wet towel hung a black mask.
In the evening I could not get through to her for a long time. And when the woman who had fascinated me answered, he heard that the meeting, to her great regret, was canceled, because her husband suddenly returned. All the time believed that my night magician is free. I do not meet with married. And on her subsequent calls just did not answer. Not because I was deceived: I just don’t know how to enjoy stolen happiness. Only regret that I never saw the eyes of this woman.
