I received her naked

I received her naked

I shared with her much more than professional relationships. Already nothing but the fact of finding ourselves working both naked, denoted something else for us: we loved naturism, we liked to be naked as often as possible, so we took full advantage. This allowed us to develop a studious activity with a complete relaxation.

The first day she took on her new duties, I received her naked. Seeing me like that, she slid her dress without hesitation. She was wearing only underwear a thong that quickly joined his first garment. She was as naked as me, but knowing our bodies, having spent part of the summer together and already undressed, there was between us no voyeurism, no curiosity to discover the anatomy of the one in front.

We also had discussions that went well beyond the purely professional, as two girlfriends would have done. If we had not been naked from morning to night, she would probably never have dared to confide in me like this:
– I have a new friend for two months.

– And you get on well with him.
– I think I like it, but I can not say it’s a relationship that really makes me happy
– What do you mean ?
– Sexually speaking, I almost never enjoy him. It’s not that he does not make good love or that he ejaculates too soon, but I always feel that it’s his pleasure that he puts first of all without worrying about me. He does his business, he enjoys and it is the end of the clap.
– Did you talk to him about it?

– Yes, but it did not give anything. He told me it was in my head and that it was normal for a girl to have less pleasure than the guy in the act.
– What an idiot!
– Also, when he sodomized me, it’s always painful and I take no pleasure. It’s nice to lubricate my ass. Yet I enjoyed it a lot when my Dutchman did it. He also wanted to make love to three, with a friend of his (I think it’s one of his former friends) he introduced me as being bi.

I agreed that I was definitely going to have fun? and out of love for him especially.
“It’s more for him than for you that you have accepted; to make him happy.
– It is true. Yet, love with a girl does not bother me since the episode with Florence. But it was not conclusive. I was practically there to hold the candle. He only took care of the girl, I was there to suck his cock, caress the girl and watch them do.

He took it in all directions and me at no time. Fortunately the girl was busy a little sex, otherwise it would have been a big vacuum. After I told him the discomfort I had felt, he replied again, that I did not see things like him. So by challenge, I offered to do that with another guy.

I do not tell you what I took in word, no he does not strike me. But the trio with a guy, it was out of the question: only nymphomaniacs or perverts accept two guys together in their bed. In addition, it seems to me that it would bother him to have another tail so close to his. Homosexuals, it bothers him badly.
– I know that kind of guy.
– Hervé also he does not support gays?

– No, a boyfriend that I had and I quickly gave up elsewhere. He could not stand to be surrounded by tails in the naturist places.
– Well, just to top it off, he is not naturist at all. I tried to start the question, but he said that “these people all naked, they must have a grain in the head, it is not possible! He does not even know how we work together, staying naked – I did not dare tell him.

The following summer, Amandine went on vacation on her side, and me of mine with Hervé and our couple of friends. The program was quite simple: a week of naturism and sex games of all kinds between adults, then two weeks of family naturism with my two children, after taking them back to their grandparents with whom they could live also naked.

Our parents, Hervé and me, did not know our practices of swapping, I did not see myself open to my mother and my husband remained himself discreet. They only knew that we wanted to stay alone, without children, for at least a week each summer.
And as grandparents, it was a joy to have their grandchildren with them.

At the beginning of September, I found Amandine. I saw right away that his holidays had not been naturist. When she undressed, she wore the marks of a swimsuit, her little ass had not sunbathed. She quickly confided in me:
– I told myself that if I brought my boyfriend on a nudist beach, he would change his mind about the nature of this practice. When we arrived, he immediately saw that all the people backed up.

Surprising his glance slipping on my legs

Surprising his glance slipping on my legs

I wait for everyone to settle down to go in search of a haven of peace and find my happiness at the end of the platform.

A compartment of eight places, occupied by a handsome man not without charm. The sound of the door catches his attention and his eyes pierce me before settling. He passes in a fraction of a second from annoyance to contemplation. A transformation that flatters me and especially amuses me.

I heal my postures, bust straight, legs crossed high enough to drop a piece of my wrap skirt. Facing him, I give the impression of being absorbed by the landscape that scrolls, observes in the reflection while revealing me gradually a little more, without seeming to pay attention. Surprising his glance slipping on my legs, entering my cleavage, is a delight.

The obvious sensual connection between us makes me want to play, what I do for long minutes before being more enterprising, to offer a bird’s eye view of my breasts when I get up to get a book.

The pretext is misleading, but it makes plausible this sudden desire to put away my suitcase, standing on tiptoe, outstretched buttocks, arched back, arms well raised above my head to reach the top grid. My God, it is suddenly heavy this baggage that contains only the exchange for a weekend, a toilet bag. Luckily, my stranger has the insight to fly to my rescue. He sticks behind me and his hands join mine.

Everything is accelerating. I do not move, freeze to wait to see what he will do, if he will dare to venture further. Would he have perceived my trouble, my ploy! The cut breath I give the illusion of wanting to check that everything is stable, but no one is fooled. He slides his hands down my arms, down to my hips: He knows …

How did I find the courage to approach it as well? This woman has a sexual magnetism that is driving me crazy. She excites me and she knows it. Animated by an unusual ardor and daring, I do not hesitate to hold her by the hips and stall my cock against her buttocks. Her breathing is now stronger, but she does not seem to want to move.

I stroke her thighs, seeps under her skirt, and her only reaction is a small deaf sound emitted with her mouth closed, a slight moan. She remains with her arms raised, motionless, and there is now only one possible explanation: she leaves me free.
Could I have dreamed of a more troubling situation? This beautiful woman definitely seems to offer me indecently.

Crazy cravings, tender and wild invade me. Want it, intensely. Want to feel the desire to go up to force shamelessness and abandonment the most total. I want her to obey only to her pleasure. I have the delicious feeling that everything is suddenly allowed and I drag it into my fantasies, the head against the window …

I quickly understand what he is waiting for and puts my hands against the glass, always above me, while his are less and less hesitant. He takes confidence and I am ignited.
The night has now fallen. Without saying anything, slowly not to break the spell or risk a misinterpretation, I stick against the window. Will he understand my invitation? A priori yes. He continues to explore my body and is now interested in my buttocks.

The heat of desire radiates me a little more every second, with the desire that it does not stop in so good way, that it caresses me without detour while the train slowed down. We are approaching the small station of Bonneval. Fortunately, we are in a wagon and we will stay at the end of the wharf, but I dread his return to reason or impromptu intervention of a stranger.

– Close the curtains of the door, I will not move …
These are my first words, just whispered, but he has heard them. He moves away. I feel ready to give in to all his requests, project all possible scenes, feel totally crazy, but I feel like it? only once.
I offer myself to him?

I did not dream, this whisper was real. I execute myself and take the opportunity to lock the door, feverish, while a torrid atmosphere of vice now reigns in the compartment. She is back, leaning against the window, and her ass is beautiful. I imagine it naked, then slowly sticks against it. My hands caress his shoulders, his neck, her breasts, her belly, her sex. They go down to the edge of her skirt to roll up while the train stops.

A quick glance confirms that there is no one on the platform, so much the better. I know this little train station and it is unlikely that we will be disturbed.
This woman is haunting, with her position, her docility. With a slight breath I block his raised skirt

Release this orgasm

release this orgasm

Standing in the shower, legs apart, I continue to tickle my pink button and hold the orgasm that happens. I remove the fingers of my privacy to direct them to my anus and release this orgasm but the sliding door of the shower that opens behind me makes me jump and I turn suddenly: it’s Francois. I look dumbfounded, he is naked is seen the size of his sex he did not miss anything of my little naughty game. I lower my eyes a little ashamed, turn to hang the shower head and put me in front of him.

Still a little embarrassed by the situation I give him a “salute” and tell him that I’m done, that he can take a shower quietly but he does not look that opinion. He closes the shower door and sticks to me with his valiant sex that tickles my stomach. Unceremoniously he slams me against the wall, slides his fingers along my slot, passing on my swollen clit (which pulls me a shiver) and pushes his fingers in my privacy.

The moan of surprise and pleasure that I let slip does not fail to excite him a little more and he does not hesitate to whisper in my ear: “Hmm but you’re already wet like a little bitch”. I shyly raise my eyes and look at him like a child caught in the bag without knowing what to say. His entrance had surprised me somewhat cool but his fingers now move slowly in me awake the frustration of orgasm that I could not give me.

Seeing my chest move up and down faster to the rhythm of my breathing, Francis accelerates the movement of his skillful fingers going stronger and deeper. The hot water that splashes us makes the scene deeply erotic and I have more and more difficulty to stifle my cries of pleasure. Apparently he also wants to taste this pleasure.

He removes his fingers, made a few small circular movements around my clitoris and grabbed my leg that positions on his hip. I feel his cock that has not deflated looking for the entrance to my cave and Francis takes things in hand. As he holds my leg with his right hand, he directs his member with his other hand and sinks brutally into me. I can not hold back a deep cry of pleasure and pain as he takes great care to sink to the maximum.

A wave of heat invades me, I finally feel fulfilled and my excitement grows more and more. My stallion sticks to me starting with his cock slowly out all the way before re-entering it violently then begins to accelerate the movement. I feel drunk as the pleasure turns my head, I close my eyes, open but especially I moan more and more.

I guess that François particularly likes to have taken me by surprise and he seems to want to make me pay for having given me pleasure alone. My hands are resting on his body, the right being on his shoulder, the left at his waist.

Under his blows, my fingers tighten and my nails begin to sink wildly in his skin. I like his way, more violent than the day before, more beastly. I admit that I did not expect but it only increased my desire for sex … After long back and forth more wild than each other, Francis withdrew and said:

– You will continue what you were doing earlier and I will take care of your case.

I do not understand right away but Francis catches the shower head and redirects the water jet on my clit. Timidly I grabbed the object and he returned to me quickly putting me back to him and pulling my hair so that I arch. I can not remember an “Aie” despite the pleasure of finally making me dominate but nothing seems to stop my stallion who hastens to whisper:

– Shut up, it’s just started, just touch you!
– Yes.
– Yes who ?
– Yes, Master … Master.
– It’s good dog.

I spread my legs to be able to please me properly while my Master rubs his penis on my buttocks. I already know what he undertakes to do and I must admit that the idea of ​​getting sodomized makes me uncomfortable, especially when I think of his sex at least 20cm. Gently he approaches his glans of my little hole and pushes it.

It pulls me a little but I appreciate that he did not impale me suddenly what could have cut short the frolics. His hands spread my buttocks and he begins to exert pressure to sink deeper. I twitch a little, I can not stomach the size of her member who tears my anus and yet I wet a lot.

If there was no water flowing to clean me, we would probably see my wet pearl on my upper thighs. Strangely, pain gives way to pleasure and I am surprised myself to lean a little more to give Francis a better angle of penetration. Of course he notices my little carousel and my provocation does not fail.

Next time we will be three

Next time we will be three

Taking a breath, I ask him to take my Smartphone and make some pictures that he can send to my half. Half surprised, I explain our operation, and finally, he accepts. A few seconds after sending the photo, a text arrives. Quentin suggests me to read it aloud and takes off my blindfold …

“I hope you enjoy it, she must be missing. What do I want you to do to him? It’s interesting … I give you ideas but I want pictures. Okay ? ”

It does not take Quentin any more. We’re going into an interactive show, it’s becoming surreal. But hellishly exciting.

“I think you warmed it up well, ask him to suck you, you’ll see she does that very well …”

Yes, ok, that he already knows, but I really do not mind doing it again. I take the opportunity to change position, and I stand on the back in the sofa, legs in the air, head in the air. Quentin leans over me, I catch his cock, he leans on the folder. I put a lot of ardor to this fellatio, then I hear the sound of the photo. While encouraging me to suck always stronger, because I can almost completely embouch now (I was told enough that I had a big mouth!), He sends the picture. A new text arrives.

“FYI, she loves sodomy …”

Oh dear !!! In what did I embark again!

Quentin stands up and helps me to get up, before I tilt again, this time on the armrest on which he took care to put a cushion. Again the caress of his hands on my buttocks, then his fingers slide between my lips. He slides three fingers into my thirsty intimacy, then out, sliding up and down the line, without insisting, without asking anything, but it’s so exciting that it is not necessary to ask, myself , I spread my legs, arches me, offers me to his hands, his lips, his tongue, his sex. Suddenly, a hard and tepid object comes in contact with my clit, I guess the small vibrations that it is a vibrator, and I vibrate together.

Very quickly, however, he moves it to the entrance of my sex, makes it slowly penetrate, then out, come back again, it is an exquisite torture, I feel frustrated as ever. He moves the object again, slides towards the eyelet … I sigh with pleasure, anticipation. He is at the entrance, he stopped him, he slides a finger, then two, and finally the machine comes and sneaks, it’s like butter.

My man did not lie, I love it, and when Quentin returns the object, it is such a flood of sensations that I can not hold back my cries of pleasure. He raises me up along his chest, takes in my hands my breasts, his cock slides smoothly between my thighs, depressing fact on the vibrator that I hold with all my might, he slides a finger in my mouth, I suck it resolutely, then another, his fingers come back on my nipples hard, I can not stand it, it’s too good, I do not cry, I scream with pleasure, I claim his sex, I want to enjoy, again and again.
A new text arrives, I did not realize he had sent a picture!
“Come on, take it! Let her have a glimpse of the double that we will put together! ”

Oh well, it’s new! He agrees to share with a man now !!!
Quentin does not pray, and while I rock again on my armrest, he slides his cock in mine, then attacks immediately with violent back and forth. He plays with the vibrator On-Off-On, rotates it, it accelerates then slows down its penetration, I do not know very well where I am, who I am, I am no longer a body in fusion.

I love it, it’s divine, it’s exquisite, I’m only feeling lust. Again he takes me back along his chest, the angle of his cock presses on the vibrator, he takes my breasts in his hands, pinches the tips, I redouble cries, fortunately there are no neighbors!

I let down my hands, manages to caress his testicles with one hand, my clit with the other, and we enjoy together in a devastating orgasm, long and intense. I see stars, I’m out of breath. He withdraws and removes the vibro at the same time, tearing me again a cry, and I take the opportunity to clean his penis still stained with sperm.

It is under the shower that we recover, delighted with this moment, before going to do honor to the caterer, then spend the night together, promise of new sensations. Next time we will be three.

Always present when needed

always present when needed

We are all the same, even those who do not: it is not because we eat well at home that we do not look at the menu of restaurants. In other words: it is not because we have a man in his life, one of those who do that we show the teeth if the smallest lady wearing skirt – or not – approaches it at less than fifty meters ; that we do not look from time to time at the “merchandise” still on the market … I shock you? Well, after all, men do not deprive themselves. I love my man, but I hardly resist when it comes to watching a nice pair of buttocks molded in pants.

And if in addition, the owner of this pretty gluteus releases charisma, it’s even better, and add to that of the mind, no taboos and openness, and here we say that we love our man with all his heart, the temptation is great. And then, we have always agreed that it is hypocritical to pretend to look at one person all his life: if we love each other without reservation, we are not against adding a third from time to time to spice up our antics.

Short. This time, I confess, if I have matted a few illustrious strangers I’ve never seen, it’s different. When you live in a middle of men, necessarily, we get along a lot. When the majority of the men in question are high-level athletes, trained, muscular wish, it becomes very attractive and therefore quite difficult to resist testing to see if we can still use its charm.

Yet, until today, if I took advantage of the spectacle of these small moments where the motorcycle drivers put or better, when they take off their suits, their bandaged muscles glistening with perspiration throbbing under the effort they have provided on the track, salient veins, excitement and adrenaline shining in their eyes; I have never been tempted. Especially a driver, after all, I have one at home.

Even with my colleagues, pretty handsome boys, all flight instructors, or even race drivers, or track leaders, former first aiders, doctors, or firefighters. There is enough to have your head spinning. Especially when you are the only woman in all this tintouin, that you never hesitate – far from it – to take advantage of the small adrenaline rush that is to make a run of the drum track beating on a race motorcycle. 190hp has more than 280 km / h.
And like many men, they like to put their eyes on it and redouble extravagance behind the wheel of their car and on the handlebars of their motorbikes. Of course, all this provides a close enough body … intoxicating! Make body with the machine and its pilot, admire its dexterity and talent, dream of the brute force of the man capable of such a mastery of such a machine …

I digress. That day was a Monday. A monday, day of bikers, since it is the day where the track is accessible to them at will. Again, when you have an incessant parade of young men muscular, tattooed, a little frosty and especially great passionate, who, as much as they are, overflowing with charm and try the seduction plan story to see if they can not to have the little session in addition, there is something to have your head spinning. That day, I arrived late, caught in a car accident. Chance, coincidence? One of our runners, Quentin, had taken over for me.
Quentin, former firefighter, thirty-six, divorced, two big children. Brown, athletic, about one meter eighty, sparkling eyes of humor and joking always on the tongue.
Triathlete, passionate about motorsport, always in a good mood, always present when needed, the kind of man whose willingness to imagine that they are solid in the face of adversity. If he does not have the first young mouth that some of my colleagues have, he has on the other hand, a lot of charisma, and under a very macho outside, hides a great sensitivity and a lot of altruism. Curiously, until that Monday, it was the one of my colleagues that I knew least well, and no current was ever passed between us.

Why did everything change that day? Is it worry in her look when I arrived with 45 minutes late? The rustling of our arms much of the day, working side by side in the same office? The devious jokes, which some would describe as gritty, but which, on my side, have rather raised the temperature? The few sibylline words that made me realize that he knew – that he had guessed – about me much more than I thought? His reaction, when a customer openly dredged me? I had never thought of him that way. And it may be that of my colleagues on which I fantasized the least. At least, until today.

He kissed each of my breasts

He kissed each of my breasts

I had just arrived home after a drive, very nice I must say. We were both crunchers of life, teasers, good guys. We laughed at everything and nothing, a person pulling his head, words of a RnB song a little too childish, and so on.
– Sit down princess, make yourself at home. He took off my coat and kissed me on the forehead. I found this proximity a little too fast, it was the first time we met but I was attracted to him. It was as if we had already known each other, none of his gestures, his attentions seemed to me inappropriate.
– You can go take a shower if you wish, I will prepare the drinks.

I asked where the bathroom was and headed for the end of the hallway. I was just beginning to remove my dress as he entered the room with a bathrobe in his hand. I screamed in surprise and fear.

– Do not be so modest, a sylphide as sensual as you deserve to be watched.
He put the bathrobe on the edge of the sink, kissed my bare shoulder tenderly and went out.
I undressed and entered the shower. I ran the water so that it was very hot and began to soap my back. All of a sudden, I felt hands on my hips. He whispered to me these words:
– Let me soap you, relax, trust me.

He was sticking to me. I could feel his chest against my back, his mouth in my neck, his hands caressed my arms and back on my shoulders. His cock was erect, I felt that grazed my buttocks. The soap-soaked sponge slid all over my body: my thighs, my hips, my breasts, my shoulders, my arms, my neck, my face. He had not tried to caress me or even make love to me. We embraced and kissed in the shower.

We got out of the shower and dressed in the bathrobe. He remained motionless, staring at me. His look bothered me, I did not know what he was thinking. Maybe I disgusted him? I was so despicable?
– You like me a lot, forgive me if I was too fast but when there is an attraction between two people, do not wait.
Shall I believe it? Was he sincere and honest?

I had just woken up. I had to fall asleep in his arms before the series that we were watching. And I found myself in bed. Dressed. He too had fallen asleep by my side. He was so beautiful when he slept. I could not help stroking his face. It was then that he opened his eyes. In a split second, he found himself on me and blocked my arms. I could not resist.

He kissed each of my breasts, which were beginning to harden. Then his mouth found my lips, he kissed me languidly while caressing my breasts. His caresses became more and more firm, he pinched my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I felt a lot of pleasure under his caresses, it excited me a lot, I felt that my pussy began to wet.

His hands dropped my arms and went down to my shorts. He amused himself by caressing the lace sewn on the fabric. I claimed that his hands go further but he refused. He was having fun caressing me through the fabric that was moistening more. Then his fingers finally reached my vagina already very naturally lubricated.
– Skip this step, I really want you … I whispered.

I unfastened his belt, slipped his jeans and his boxer and took his cock in hand. I guided him to my pussy that could not wait anymore. He penetrated me quickly and sex came crashing in the bottom of mine. He began long trips back very slowly and more and more violent, every stroke made me scream with pleasure. It was both sweet and violent. His eyes did not leave mine until I felt empty inside me. His semen flowed from my vagina and ran down my thighs. He kept his cock in mine until he finally stiffens.

Our mouths that mingle

Our mouths that mingle

I hesitate for a moment, take off the polo, mark a new waiting time, quickly slide the shorts and dives in my turn. The water is delicious, we make a few fathoms, then we come out.
– It’s nerd, I did not take a towel, we’ll have to dry in the sun. Do you mind putting sunscreen on me?

She sits at the end of my deckchair, I straddled behind her, still naked … I cover my hands cream, begins to penetrate on the back. She unhooks her shirt top, releasing her heavy breasts which I see the curve. I try to penetrate the cream thinking of something else, but its movements bring us closer, and the contact of her buttocks causes me an erection easily perceptible. She gets closer, plays a moment and then stands up, eyes on my stick at attention.

– I see that you are not quite foreign to the attraction of women … It’s curious, I thought you were exclusively attracted to men … Because something tells me that you like men do not is this not ?
– What makes you believe that? Uh … I actually had some homosexual adventures, that’s a long time ago, but I’m more focused on the female sex I tell him.

– Really ? Imagine that I thought you and Marc … Spend so much time alone … I imagined that you would frolic together … to go head to toe spade .. .
– No, believe me …
She laughs, and finally decrees not wanting to stay in the sun. She slides her bra, puts on her white dress, then gives up her wet hand briefs to the floor. Naturally, her wet body is clinging to the dress; her nipples draw the fabric, her buttocks deliciously mold the dress, and when she turns, her fleece appears in transparency, at the height of my face. Needless to say, my erection is only reinforced .

– Do not stay there like an idiot. Dress and follow me in the living room; let me show you something …
The time to spend polo and shorts, I am, intrigued. I sit beside him on the couch; the remote control in hand, she turns on the TV.
– I work in a video surveillance company, so the house is largely equipped with cameras, she tells me.

I like to watch people without their knowledge, it’s a little voyeur, but it amuses me … and sometimes excites me too.
She sends a file and we are at the edge of the water. My eyes riveted on her wet buttocks, my erection watching her go away make her laugh. I laugh less, me … Where are the cameras in this house?
As if reading in my mind, she clicks on another file and we are in the bathroom of the guests.

A brunette, naked, comes out of the shower; she caresses her breasts long, erect nipples; a hand goes down on her fleece, her middle finger slips between her lips, and she caresses gently, eyes closed …
– It’s crazy what people can be shameless when they think they are alone … I pass you later, it’s a little boring … Now you, she said smiling. Let’s see how you use your time in the bathroom … It does not bother you, I hope?
I become peony.
– Well, Helen, it’s pretty embarrassing … Finally, the intimacy of people, you can not do that .

– Well, that’s a late modesty. It did not bother you to undress at the edge of the pool … You even showed me arrangements … flattering to me … So you do not risk much, she says activating the file.
We appear with Marc, naked, as we enter the shower. We understand quite quickly that the idea was not to save water.

Our mouths that mingle, our caresses and our sexes erected under the hands of each other, everything is clearly visible … She even allows some zoom effects coming out alternately my cock erected in the hand of Marc, my hands massaging gently his balls … I now appear pressed to the wall, while Marc begins to penetrate me with a finger .

I am between the discomfort and excitement, so images are hot and memories still burning in my memory … I feel like reliving the caresses, and I start to bend again … Here is a few minutes already that the film is held in silence, … We come out of the shower and I support the washbasin at the request of Marc, arched buttocks … I look in the direction of Helen, worried about his reaction .

The thighs widely apart, the dress up, she strokes noiselessly; his other hand plays with his nipples. Conscious of my eyes, she launches me while continuing to caress:
– This is the passage I prefer, when Marc takes you in front of the mirror; you are beautiful as everything and very exciting … And this is a first … the first time I record frolics between men.

Sketches of your body and your sex

sketches of your body and your sex

Two days later, Alice suggested that I go home after the meal. I knocked on her door around 8:30 pm She had dressed in a kind of blue kimono very short and under which she was certainly naked.
– Be nice, she told me, undress, I want to do some more sketches of your body and your sex.

I did as she asked me and took the desired positions.
As she wanted my sex to be in a perfect erection, she came to jerk me without way. For her I became a complacent model and more and more a man object. This situation was not to displease me.

While working she spoke:
– During drawing classes I thought of you. We had two male models. The first must be in his twenties, tall and athletic. The second to at least sixty, a little paunchy, certainly a pensioner who found this work to round off his pension. The problem is that the young had a ridiculous tail and the second a pretty big cock. The opposite would have been better.

I had a lot of trouble concentrating on something other than their sex that I really wanted to draw. Finally, especially the tail of the second, thick, long, with big balls hanging down below; this sex was something particularly elegant.
– My cock does not have this elegance?

– It’s not that. You are young and you are well hung … You would be a perfect model. It’s not just your sex that’s beautiful: your whole body is admirable. And what’s good with you is that you do not hesitate to hard, which allows me to do a thorough study of your member.
– But, Alice, my darling, am I for you only a tail to draw or do you feel for me other feelings that an artist may have for his model.
– Did not I reward you well on our night of love.
– I do not like your words. Have you made love with me only out of interest, to be able to continue to draw me?

– What are you going to think about it? I like to draw you, I love your body, I liked making love with you. Now you ask me if I love you. This is a serious question. I do not know you enough yet, my inclination for you, is certain, but I can not pronounce on the love that I could have for you … Well, I think that we have discussed enough and I have enough work.

She filed her drawings, her pencils and came to curl up against me to indulge my caresses. She was totally naked under her kimono. Once again we made love with as much passion as the first time.

Between two hugs she asked me:
– Would you like me to shave my pussy so that you more easily access my privacy. I know that a lot of girls are melting.
– No, it would be sacrilege to cut a single hair of this divine red pussy, it is an absolute delight. I have nothing to forbid you, it’s your body and you’re the only one to decide what you want to do with it.

But I think that if you did, I would not reverence you anymore.
– Well my love, I would not do anything because I like you so.

Two weeks later she told me that she had a present for me. On a small easel, in a corner of her tiny room, was a painting, covered with a sheet. She made me sit on her bed and went to remove the sheet.

I was seized: the canvas represented a naked couple hugging. Now, the man was none other than me. In this work I weighed the breasts of the woman, while the hand of it caressed my cock swollen. Alice used her sketches to make this painting, including studies of my erect penis.
– You like ?
– A lot, it’s very realistic. But who is the girl? Why did not you make a self portrait of yourself?

– It’s a girl who posed during drawing. If I had a big mirror, maybe I would have done a self-portrait, but then I did not dare. I do not want to picture myself naked and everyone sees me that way.
– You do not want others to see your body as you draw and paint the bodies of men and women that everyone can see.
– It is the role of the model to undress in front of the artist and it is the function of the artist to show his paintings to the world. Do you fear being recognized in the street if someone is interested in watching my painting carefully.

– It is undeniable that I am very similar, there is nothing to say. But I do not believe that one day I am told in the street or in a vernissage: “It is you who are naked on Alice’s painting”. And even if it was, I do not have to be ashamed of it, and I could even get a lot of satisfaction from it. I do not have the opinion of others.
– What I wanted is to represent you in your manhood while you give pleasure to a female person. And I am well placed to know that you are able to give a lot.

I never saw a boy come to her house

I never saw a boy come to her house

Exactly, on the landing there was a man who worked all day and did not return until the evening. In the second apartment housed a girl, a student like me, but in another school than mine. She was red, freckles dotted her face and she always had a smile when I crossed. I thought she was cute. Apparently she did not have guys around her. I think that her stern look, with her outfits always very strict and dark, her hair pulled back, made her not very attractive.

I never saw a boy come to her house and she did not go out either. When she was not at her apartment, she was in class. I can not say I sympathized with her, it was just “hello” or “good evening” when we met on the stairs. We had only exchanged our first names; her name was Alice.

One day when I was strolling naked in my tiny room, there was a knock on the door. I cursed against this intruder and having no time to get dressed, I just tied a towel around my waist before opening. I found myself facing my charming neighbor:
“Oh, excuse me,” she said, seeing the outfit I was in, “I’m disturbing you.
– No, not at all, as it is hot, I put myself at ease. I did not expect you to hit home.

Alice did not seem embarrassed by the situation, though if I was not naked, I was not far and my towel did not hide much, if not my sex. Besides, she could not ignore, that I did not wear anything under it.
She had come to see me, because she missed him I do not know what element for the meal she was preparing. So I went to get in my kitchen what she asked me and on returning, involuntarily, my towel was loosened and fell at my feet. She looked at me, without looking away. Her pretty face with her freckles lit up with a beautiful smile and she said to me.

– Do not worry, I’ve already seen others. I am studying art. Among the classes there are drawing classes with models … they are naked, men as well as women. So, to see you there, it does not shock me.
– Will I be a good model? I asked him, entering his game without even trying to veil my nakedness.
– I think, she said to me always looking at me frankly and not only in the eyes. You never asked?
– No, never, it never occurred to me.

– What I propose is to come eat with me tonight, then if you want it I’ll do some sketches of you … Well, if that tells you, I do not want to abuse you.
“That suits me,” I replied, “but on the condition that we keep up with each other.
– Okay, but it is in all good honor, you are the model, I the artist, nothing more.
“Of course,” I replied.

Yet I thought that artists sometimes went much further with their models than simple pose sessions. So the famous Michelangelo, who was homosexual, had a love for a young Roman gentleman, Tommaso. He made his portrait for him to yield to his advances. Similarly, the young woman who exposed her sex widely open before Courbet, for The origin of the world was, according to some critics, the mistress of the painter.

Two hours later I knocked on Alice’s door. I had put on light pants and a polo shirt, telling myself that the sooner I was naked, the easier it would be when I should undress in front of her. Because it was a kind of challenge for me: to be able to put myself naked in front of this girl, without it being and without that there is anything sexual between us, since such were her desires, even if mine were less pure.

She had put on a red summer dress with thin straps on her bare shoulders. She was so sublime. Besides, she had undone her hair, which was usually wisely tied up. It gave him both a savage attitude and a good-natured air that I did not know him. At his sight, I felt in my pants a certain stiffness. The beauty of the girl and the idea of ​​stripping me were enough to excite me.

“It starts badly, I say to myself, if I’m already erect, what will it be when I’m going to have to undress. Models of drawing classes, in what situation are they: are their sexes at rest or in full erection? If I judge by most of the works, the naked men are always represented without the slightest excitement … Except perhaps for Picasso. But I do not have enough artistic culture to be able to say it. ”

The meal was simple, but excellent. The discussions between Alice and me, remained innocuous. It is only once a small dessert swallowed, she says to me:
– You always agree to ask for me.
– Of course.

Announcing the arrival of an orgasm

announcing the arrival of an orgasm

You have put on a black dress, short, thin, with a seductive cleavage, revealing more than reasonable this chest that you already have a hard time to hide. For the occasion you put on your last pair of heels with which you are a little larger than me, but gives you a feminine look and divinely refine your legs well.
I’ll meet you in the bathroom to see where you are. You are finishing makeup and when you see me, your smile and the glow in your eyes are not insensitive to me.

I’m wearing straight pants and a white shirt. Of the two of us, I do not know who devours the other’s eyes the most. The evening looks promising.
I stand behind you, embrace you and put a kiss on your neck. My hands are not too portable, I want to leave the suspense on the underwear that you have chosen.
After kissing the kids, we get in the car and leave.

Once on the national, I ask you to put your dress on the hips and caress you.
– You have a little more than ten minutes to make you enjoy, I tell you stroking your thigh.
– I’m fine, but without putting on the dress.
– Please my love, I want to take a look now and again.
– Let’s say that what annoys me is not to go up the dress is that I have nothing under and everyone could see me.

The car makes a slight difference to this news.
– Well, if nothing that knowing that I have nothing under my dress disturbs you so much, what will it give if you have full view of my pussy while I masturbate!
– It’s almost night and promised I do not look, but I want to hear you enjoy.
You move on your seat and put your dress well at the level of your hips. You spread your legs, going even to put yourself in a suit and let you slide a little forward, just to have a position a little more comfortable.

You carry your right hand to your mouth and moisten your finger generously. You place on your sex shaved and gently caress your pussy. It does not take long to open and moisten. Your finger spreads your lips a little to caress your love button. You make movements up and down, and very quickly your finger slides in your slot with each descent. Moans start to escape from your mouth. You turn your head towards me and ask me:
– It makes you hard to know that I caress while you drive?
– Oh yeah ! Besides, I have to give the material a little space.
I join the gesture to the word.

You go back and forth with your finger on your pussy glistening, and put your left hand on my cock, as if to verify the veracity of my remarks.
– Indeed, my darling. Not too tight ‘
You leave your hand on my cock and the masses as you continue your caresses on yours.
You carry your right hand to your mouth and lick your index and your middle finger.

– It’s very exciting as a situation, I’ll do good with two fingers … to start.
Under your left hand, you feel a little shake, as if my sex had come to life and he no longer wanted to be trapped under my clothes.
– Oh oh, do you say tightening your fingers on my cock, we rebel? We will have to wait. I take care of myself, and only of myself. Only my fingers will make me cum.

Only my fingers have permission to penetrate my pussy eager for pleasure. Only my fingers will feel the contractions of my pussy when the orgasm will cross me.
Saying this, it’s three fingers that you had stuck in your cave and your pelvis was doing movements up and down to facilitate as much penetration as the rise of your pleasure.

Your fingers, still squeezing my cock, release a little pressure. I’m terribly hot and you know it. You know that such a speech can make me think so much that you wonder if I’m going to stop the car on the down side, get you out of it and take you savagely on the hood.
But no I’m good, you see that the idea crosses my mind when our eyes meet, but I continue to roll.

However, the idea of ​​getting caught has only increased your pleasure and your desire to enjoy. Your fingers on more straight and precise on your clit. You let go of my cock and bring your hand to your pussy. Your right hand continues to take care of your clit, while the fingers of your left hand sink straight into your sex heavily lubricated. Your legs do not take long to shake announcing the arrival of an orgasm.

I caress your hair and whispers to let you go, I like to see you on the point of enjoying, I love to see you and hear you enjoy as if we were alone in the world.
You do not need more for your body to stiffen and a scream pass your red lips.
You fall back on your seat, soothed, and open your eyes. I’m looking towards you, my eyes full of envy.