In recent months she had cravings much more hard

in recent months she had cravings much more hard

Yet again, she was not ugly. She had just celebrated her 20s. She measured 1m75 and her sport practice kept her at 62kg without having to deprive herself. Nature had it in addition to having a nice cap C and deep blue eyes framed by a brown hair cut in the fashion of the long square. Add to that legs whose sport maintained finesse, a flat stomach and still closed for the same reason and the fact that she was still in a small 36, she really had a physique that attracted the eye.

Besides, she had pretenders. She knew that at least two of her college friends were giving her sweet eyes and her girlfriends pointed out to her that if they did not like her, there would be several other contenders in the ranks.

But her first unfortunate experience warned her against boys her age. She knew what attracted them to her home. And if it was just to skip her without taking care of her, it did not interest her. Since that unfortunate experience, she felt more attracted to older men.

She wanted a man who would take care of her, who could make her cum, take into account his pleasure. An experienced man would not be in a hurry like a little kid, she said to herself. He could listen to it, listen to his desires. She knew there was a risk, the risk that he would abuse his naivety, his inexperience. But she could not continue her life as a nun.

Especially as her cravings became stronger and stronger. If initially her masturbations were pictured scene barely erotic, in recent months she had cravings much more hard. She wanted to tear off her clothes, to take her like an animal. He even imagined himself taken by several men at once or on the line.

She had even fallen on a site showing women tied in various positions being taken by several men and by all the orifices. She could not help but masturbate by watching these videos. Especially that these women did not hide the pleasure they took in this situation. She wanted to feel dominated, subject to a man. And again, she did not imagine a young kid getting the upper hand on her.

In every respect, she was looking for an older man, a man of experience. Who could give her the pleasure she was looking for. And she was sure that even in the dominant, this man would listen to it and take into account his pleasure too.

It was animated by all these ideas that she found herself talking to this man so direct pseudo on this chat where she had already had so much dial. The feeling was immediately confirmed. He was 35 years old, he was from the same city. And his nickname “Maitreetsoumise” left no doubt about these tastes in this area.

They had discussed for more than 3 weeks. Every night even in the daytime when their schedules allowed. He had taken the time to listen to her, to reassure her, to explain to him what was waiting for him and what he would expect of her. She had been able to ask him any questions she wanted, including the most indiscreet ones, and he answered without any pretense. He had also taken care not to stop at the submissive aspect and he had been interested in her. He had taken care to know her and not just the carnal aspect he expected of her. It was this last point that had finished to put her in trust.

That’s why when he proposed this meeting last week she did not hesitate to say yes. She had almost given it up and back several times since. But finally she was there. In any case, this meeting would take place in a public place. And she could always say no if she did not feel it. Coming did not have to go to the end.

She had agreed to wear the dress he was asking for. A little dress stopping just above the knee, with a nice neckline (but nothing too provocative). She was blue, which matched beautifully with her eyes. He had left her free choice for her underwear.

She could not help but buy new ones. Black lace bra with matching thong. And self-fixing stockings. She had worn it once and she knew that men liked it. If his appointment went well, he would appreciate the surprise, she said. And at worst, he would never see them.

She was there, waiting for her, in the freshness of early May. She had her description just as she had hers (in addition to the description of her outfit) and she was watching him there on the terrace of this bar. The fateful hour was approaching but she saw nothing that could match her on the horizon.

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