Blogger

投诉/举报!>>

Blog
more...
photo album
more...
video
more...
Home >> 1 Erotic stories>> Part 4 of 69 - Summer Vacatio...

Add Favorites

cancel Favorites

Part 4 of 69 - Summer Vacation Stories 2 

    page views:1  Publication date:2019-10-09  
The next day, all I could think about was that young woman's armpits and tube top.
That evening, I eagerly awaited her arrival. I can now understand the loneliness of being single, because I experienced that same torment back then.
Strangely, I didn't feel the same anxiety about the foreign language girl.
I turned on my computer, but couldn't concentrate on programming, so I played the game "Heroes," becoming completely absorbed in the music.
"Hey!" Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
The young woman appeared before me, wearing a long floral dress. Seeing my apparent surprise, she smiled gently.
"Playing games?" she asked, sitting down beside me with a natural grace.
"Yes, do you want to play?"
"I don't know how. Teach me Wubi typing!"
"Okay, come closer."
She gave a soft "hmm" and leaned closer. A faint fragrance wafted through the air. I secretly glanced at her face—exquisite, like a mature flower.
She noticed, a little shyly saying she wasn't wearing makeup and didn't look good, and asked me not to look.
I said she was like a flower, and she replied that I was being glib.
She asked where the button was, and I pointed it out to her, casually saying, "Hehe, I just pointed it out to you, but I forgot again."
She laughed and lightly tapped my arm as punishment.
She asked what the button was for, but couldn't click it, so I held her hand and moved the mouse. I felt a slight flutter run through her body.
Her hands were long and soft, cool and smooth like cream. Her hand seemed to want to pull back, but I held it and let her have it.
After typing for a while, I said let's take a break, to balance work and rest, how about watching a movie? She said okay. I looked and saw the door was already closed, so I looked for a DVD.
There were quite a few pornographic DVDs back then, so I randomly opened one.
We sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, and watched together. Our shoulders unconsciously touched.
Erotic scenes appeared on the screen from time to time. I turned to look at her and said, "Is it good?" She punched me. She
said angrily, "Do you usually watch this kind of stuff?"
I thought she was so alluring at that moment. While saying yes, I boldly put my arm around her waist. She trembled slightly, but didn't flinch.
Through her skirt, the warm, smooth lines of her waist surged with the warmth of her breath. I pulled her waist tighter, and her head obediently rested on my shoulder, like a little bird nestled against me. As the images and music intensified, I saw her face flush pink, radiating an irresistible allure. I couldn't help but lower my head to find her lips. The moment we touched, I felt a suffocating sensation from her lips, as if her fullness enveloped me, and then enveloped me as well. We kissed deeply, panting, each holding the other's head, kissing passionately. In the heat of the moment, she rolled over, lifted her skirt, and sat on my lap, tightly embracing my neck, kissing my lips, my ears.
The kisses with her were the most continuous, seemingly never enough, parting to gaze at each other and then closing again. She would use the tip of her tongue to pry open my lips, exploring my tongue, teasing it, sucking on it. Her hair was disheveled, and soft moans escaped her throat. Forgive me, I was deeply aroused; in fact, this was my first time kissing a woman. I don't even know what to do next besides kissing.
I'll stop here because it's late.
Sorry if it's not well-written.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/92063.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=92063&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : One thought the other wouldn't leave, the other thought they would be persuaded to stay.

Next Page : In a long-term three-person relationship with a wife, how can the husband establish a good relationship with a single man?

增加   

comment        Open a new window to view comments