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She & MeWe both first saw each other while I ate lunch in a local restaurant, and knew right away that we wanted to touch. I liked what I saw and she seemed to like what she saw, indulging in brief seductive glances and stares my way – obviously meant to keep secret from the knowledge of her accompanying comrade. I myself, always ate lunch alone sitting in the restaurant. She always took her meal order to go and was always accompanied by the same female friend, whom from observations was likely to be her coworker. Her ambiguous behavior kept me at distance. Nevertheless, I patiently waited each passing lunch day for her truth to manifest itself. Two months later of secret stares and glances my way, on a chilly Friday in November, she came into the restaurant alone ordered her meal and sat at my lunch table without permission.She spoke forth words designed to force a reciprocation into our first conversation. She was bold and deliberate just as I like. Just minutes into conversing and I learned that she possessed all the qualities I desire in my woman. She was thick, gorgeous, intelligent, independent, sexy and feminine. She had her tight buxom physique dressed up in a very pretty posh fitted skirt and stilettos outfit. Her lips were as thick, as her hips, and perky which later revealed was a mimic of her breast. Her sloe eyes read dangerous, passionate and committed, her nose aired prominent and refined, and her lips screamed to be kissed. What I admired most about her was her straight forward and aggressive pitch. She knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t beat around the bush with her feelings. She appeared to be my quintessential lover however, she wasn’t selling what I wanted from one – not just then. You see at that time, all I was looking for was some fun. While on the hand, she was not settling for anything that couldn’t promise something serious; and I seriously was not looking for a serious relationship. She demanded we exchanged numbers that day with the promise of a date. She was so beautiful, honest and intense, I couldn’t deny her.I intently lost the number she gave me and rejected every one of her phone calls. Her persistence forced me to have my cell phone number changed and I never went back into that restaurant only to avoid bumping into her. She was beautiful and very much my type, but her clearly put forth and domineering attitude meant that my simplest indulgence would only result in an immediate all in her favor and, I did not want the type of relationship this woman was yearning for. I knew it wise not to lead the type of woman she is on, so I rejected her and avoided her. A month after having my number changed I went grocery shopping, into a different supermarket from my usual and there she, surprising me, literally ran into me. Out of nowhere did she intently rear-ended off a piece of my ankle’s skin with her shopping cart. I yelped from the initial shock of seeing her, more than from the physical pain she inflicted and refused to get angry. I right away knew why she did it. It was her responsive reaction to my leading her on and then ultimately rejecting her. I had felt that I deserved at least. I offered her no further attention as neither did she to me. I pushed my cart of my groceries to the side, and limped out of the grocery store empty handed with bahis siteleri canlı bloodied socks thinking, “I’m not going to allow this woman to get away with drawing my blood”. In the parking lot I waited in my car for her to exit from the out the market. She strutted her sexy arse out of that grocery store confidently toting a few bags in hand, and casually entered her vehicle. She started the engine of her white SUV and left easy. I tailed her from the market into the private parking garage of a high-rise condominium building. When she arrived at the opening entrance gate, I drove casually in behind her. She parked her vehicle in an parking spot and I parked my car in the open spot just beside her. I waited for to hear her vehicle shut off and as swiftly as she got out, electronically locked it, and vogue up out of the parking lot, I was following close behind. Not close enough to reach out and touch her hair but, close enough to smell her perfume. She never turned back to see me following behind, yet she clearly knew that I was following, very close behind her. She left the entrance of the building open for me and I followed her into the elevator. We rode up together with an elderly woman. The tension and heat from us stuffed the atmosphere. I began breathing exercises in attempts to control my sexually charged desire. I wanted to touch her so bad. She pressed her shoulders up against the elevator’s metal frame, and communicated to me a tempestuous stare of which told of her mutual feelings. With a fixed stare into my eyes, we rode up to the ninth floor and there she exited. I followed behind her very closely. My heart pounding out hard anxiety, to my every footstep. I followed her up to the entrance of her apartment door, numbered 501. As soon as we both had entered into unit 501, she turned around to face me. And before door 501 was fully lock shut behind us, we touched. In every way we could have touched each other, we did, and haven’t stopped touching each other for two years.Last year she decided to buy a house from the bank. I am supposed to be her tenant that, she had to rent out a room to in aid of meeting her so-called mortgage payments. Truly, we are in a very committed and monogamous sexual relationship. We are like a happily married couple, that enjoys having sex with each other a lot. We’re always lusty towards each other, sexing each other up on on days and off days uncontrollably. There were countless occasions when she had called in sick from work because of our unwillingness to stop. So we’d fuck, suck, rub and lick each other in, out, around and upside down until, I would have the sensibility to restrain our sexual madness – sneaking out while she lay asleep. She’d wake up and not see me there and go on about her life as usual. I’d call or she’d call first, and we would return into each other’s company with sexual embrace. At times she would come home and meet me in the house, and a chain reaction of sexually charged emotions and mutually felt feelings would trigger off another sexual escapade. Our eyes would meet and the breaths’ of our souls would expand oxygen into our bodies, causing our hearts to beat a fervent blood pumping to all the nerve endings in our bodies. Swelled clitoris satisfied each other in an erotic amalgamation. We’d stop when canlı casino siteleri we both fall asleep or, because I’d leave. If I ever did remain when she got up, we’d either fuck or converse into fucking. There were times from incontinence, I would wake her up in fucking, whereas she has always done this same to me. But mostly, it is from my physical departure that we stop or better yet, break from tribbing and eating on our various platters where our menu is always served sizzling hot. One time, we made love for seventy-two consecutive hours within a work week with very short breaks, purposed to eat and bathe. I’m always horny so I don’t think our sexual behavior would be too odd if, she wasn’t an employed elementary school teacher. Me on the other hand, I’m self-employed. She was able to get her doctor to give her a sick slip that got her off the hook that time, and we decided that we’d sex each other on weekends only, after that incident. Needless to say, we have slipped up several times and made vengeful passionate love for more than twenty-four consecutive hours within her work-week. Now she is on probation, and is sharing her classroom with another teacher for the next twelve months. I feel guilty about her employment dilemma and all she could talk about is how Christmas break is nearing. She’s all over me. I’m sitting in the love-seat, she’s straddling me, and she’s all over me – on top of me kissing my lips, nibbling my ears and caressing my head and face in her hand. Her skin is so soft and smooth. I am massaging her ample buttocks. The TV is turned on ‘Headline News’ and we are managing a conversation. The convo has been somewhat steady for the past five minutes but, I’ll admit that it’s not going to last past seven. It never does unless she’s asleep or I’m, either watching her sleep or gone. “I want us to take a trip for the Christmas baby”, she whispers in my ear. Her tongue tickles into my ear and then bathes itself over it. She knows I like this. I open my legs to thrust upward onto her vagina, that I have forced downward on top of my own, by grasping on her buttocks. She lets out a moan and I whisper back to her “where do you want us to go my love?”. That did it. She initiates a very deep and ardent kiss, withholding her answer to my question. Staring into my eyes, she forcefully thrusts her vagina down onto my clit with rhythmic speed. I began sucking on her breast – her nipples splitting hard. While sucking on her neck and pulling her head back by her hair, I try controlling her grinding on top of me, and still touch every inch of her body, but she is real aggressive, and ardently rubbing her pussy on top of mine. She’d make passionate attempts to suck on my lips whenever I’d let up on her hair. It felt too damn good, we both knew it did. We continued humping hard, breathing together our moans singing in rhythm. We smash until it started to hurt, yet we refused to stop because it felt so damn good. She never says a word of it, but I know she enjoys the way I fukc her. I have sexually compelled this woman to a degree that she would abandoned her career for my fukc and pussy, if I’d allow her.I’m on top of her on the floor where we fukced off the sofa. Now I’m on top and she’s cumming at the bottom. “I’m cumming”, she whimpers. I began knocking casino oyna down onto her pussy and rubbing my pussy into her clit harder. She has her legs spread something like 3:45 as I massage three fingers in and out her juicy pussy. My other hand keeps busy fondling her breasts as I press down and grind my pussy on top of her swollen clitoris. She moans out loudly and I could feel her cum flowing down into my palm. “Mmm”, I moan. I jumped off the top of her pussy and go down between her knees to suckle the sweetness of her cum. I love sucking her milk from out of her pulsating pussy. She started shaking and crying, as I rapid hardcore linguistics into her vagina walls. I was happy to make her cum to sleep then. I continued sucking, eating, and thumping my pussy on her until I erupted minutes later. I kissed her lips, squeezed her skin and rolled my pussy slowly on top of hers until I also fell asleep. I awoke into feeling my clit being pressed and licked. It is pitch dark and quiet. I heard only the sound of wet kisses. In my awaking delirium I’m wondering, “What the hell I’m I doing on the floor!” My nipples are hard and my body very stimulated. I look down between my legs and there she is, giving it to me with her tongue in a passionate retaliation. I sighed and propelled my vagina up into her mouth, and she goes crazy with her tongue. She rounds, presses and licks my clit moving up and down within my labias and in and out of every whole she could stick her tongue into. Her tongue fuck is breathtaking and I am going to cum much sooner than I wanted to. Hurriedly, I grab her up on top of me and she began pressing her pussy down onto mine while kissing my neck. I was going to cum. Therefore, I push her off my vagina and stimulated her clitoris with the ball of my fingers. She really enjoys it when I do this and never breaks away to stop me. Pushing my fingers in her vagina, I finger fukc her and rub her pussy incorporating kisses to her lips, neck and breast for almost eight minutes before she firmly clasp her incisors into my neck as she came. I knew she was done with her release when she freed the skin of my neck from between her teeth, and collapse in a little death. She’s naked between my opened legs and we begin sensually kissing, as I explore her body with my hands. When we kiss, our eyes always touch. Even in the pitch dark our pupils found the light in our mutual stares. I wanted to fuck, but decided to keep it slow and sensual. “Where do you want us to go for the Christmas baby?”, I asked. “What, you think you’ve won?”, she replied with eyebrows raised and a wicked grin. She began driving her pussy down onto mine. Wearing a solemn stare on her face, she passionately kissed me. Harder, and with a rhythmic momentum she thumped her vagina onto mine. I kept up the intensity of her grind with powerful upward drives to match her own. I’m thrusting up, she’s grinding down, we’re pounding clit-to-mound, clit-to-mound. I grab her skin, she sucks my tongue, our eyes remain engage. I bite her neck, she nibbles my ear, I pull her hair, she moans out the pain as our pelvis pushed together, rotate. Her feet keeps her anchor rooted down on top of her smashing desire. Sucking her spit from out between her lips, while pulling her sweaty skin I fukc her. O fukc yes! – I love her. I love her, I love her, I love her! “Mine, mine”, I kiss her and breathe. She tightens, she shakes, she vibrates, then breaks and sighs, “I came”. “Me too” I explain. She kissed my lips, tongue, and neck before she exasperates in love and with content – she and me.
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