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 He sank back.
His next thought was terrifying.
What if he'd just dreamed it all?
All just a wet dream, born in his imagination, lived out and then left to gradually forget how it happens with dreams ?!
He grabbed the closest of his couch cushions and sniffed it.
There he was ... the smell of his goddess ... everything had happened exactly as he remembered it.
He sank back and put the pillow next to his head.
As if by itself, his hand felt for the stereo remote control.
The devices switched on with a soft click and he took a deep breath when the first notes of "Still got the Blues" rang out.
"Used to be so easy ...."
Oh no, she definitely hadn't used it!
The night with her was an experience.
An event to which he had already set an inner memorial ..... He
would probably never see her again.
It only happened once in a lifetime ... at least to him.
He just wasn't the type of person who was always around good looking women.
Too inconspicuous, too average, a little too small, not fat, but not muscular either.
Average that was sooner forgotten than it was noticed.
No need to cry about it ... it was just the way it was.

Sighing, he got up, went to his coffee machine and inserted an espresso pad.
While the machine was heating the water, Gary Moore's guitar solo slowly became quieter and the first notes of "Purple Rain" sounded.
A short detour to the bathroom and bedroom.
A little later he was back in the kitchen, wearing a boxer and shirt.
He had just had the first sip of his espresso when there was a loud knock on his apartment door.
Probably the guy next door who regularly forgot that you had to buy more things like flour, coffee, shower gel and so on before they ran out.
Shaking his head, he put the cup down and went to the door.
On the way there there was another knock ... hard ... demanding.
"I hope he hasn't locked himself out again while something is simmering on his stove," he thought.
He opened the door and the soft, mocking smile with which he wanted to greet his neighbor froze on his face.
He looked into her eyes.
And the look inside was almost angry.
She put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him into the apartment.
With a casual movement of her foot, she closed the door while she still fixed him with her eyes.
After the door fell shut, she hissed softly, "Who are you? ... why can't I get
away from you?" could see.
Her nails curled up on his shoulders, she pulled herself up to him and kissed him ...
greedily ... wildly.
Her breath came audibly through her nose as her breasts rose and fell.
That kiss ... that kind of kiss went straight between his legs without much detours.
He gently put his hands on her waist, her tongues dancing, and his breathing became harder too.
As suddenly as it started, it ended too.
She pushed away from him and made a sound that sounded almost defiant.
Her narrow eyes fixed him for a moment, then she turned around, the door opened and she was outside again.
Almost at the same time as the door slammed, "In the Air tonight" began to sound out of the speakers.
He should have run
after her ... Or at least opened the window and called after her ...... He
didn't do any of that ... he made it.
He just stood there and stared at the door of his apartment.
He just couldn't do more ...
He could still feel the warmth of her skin on him, still had the rushing of his blood in his ears, still felt the places on his shoulders where her nails had been dented.
His thoughts were a jumble of images and feelings.
Perhaps he would have stood there for an hour and stared stupidly at his apartment door if there hadn't been another knocking on it.
Almost as if in a trance, he grabbed the handle and opened the door again.
She didn't just walk in, she almost stormed into his apartment.
Before anything could do or say anything, she was past him in the living room.
The door slammed against the wall and then bounced back into the lock on its own.

He followed her.
She stood in the middle of the room with both arms on her hips and fixed him again with narrow, wild eyes.
Then she hissed her breath through her teeth and came up to him, her hands clutching his hair almost painfully.
"I was down in the street," she said and kissed him, "I caught the first guy I liked and kissed him" again, her lips pressed against his "but it wasn't the same".
Her hands brushed his torso, her lips found his neck and nibbled lightly.
Then she lifted her head, looked deep into his eyes and asked again, "Who are you? What did you do to me? ”
HE? ... he hadn't done anything, neither in the shed they were in yesterday, nor at the well where she had picked him up.
The music changed again ... "Smooth Operator"
She snuggled close to him.
He cleared his throat and then said a little harshly, "I was just there ... nothing else."
She laughed out loud ... restless ... agitated ....
Her gaze became challenging, her mouth came closer to his ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, “I saw it ... you were just there ... you looked like a foreign body. You haven't talked, bragged, made any suggestive remarks. ”
She took half a step back and turned around once.
Only then did he notice that she was wearing a light, colorful summer dress.
A dress that was almost too thin to be worn in public.
Her breasts were all too clearly visible underneath and he was sure that a raindrop would be enough to make it shine through.
He saw her nipples pushing aroused through the thin fabric.
"You didn't dance, you didn't care about women or men," she added as she got closer to him again.
"Then at some point you left, so inconspicuously that I hadn't noticed it."
Now she was standing in front of him again ... very close ... her tongue shot out and stroked his lips.
Just for a moment, as if she wanted to take in the scent with it.
Her tone became mocking. "I had to ask, and it took forever for one of those incredibly handsome and really tough business samurai to take his eyes off my tits and tell me that you were gone." She
kissed him again, her hands wandering under his shirt as she
slowly but surely drove him insane with her tongue .
Just as suddenly she let go of him again, went to his couch and sat down with her legs apart.
The dress fell between her thighs and the thin fabric snuggled against her abdomen.
She ran both hands through her long hair and sighed with pleasure.
Then she put her hands on her thighs and slowly pushed back her dress.
Her eyes got their instinctual expression again.
As the dress moved slowly higher, she said, "And then here ... here on the couch ... it was so ... so ... frighteningly good ... you understand? ... your hands ... your lips. ..your tail. When I woke up I was sure that it could only happen once "
He didn't get to mention that he had pondered similar thoughts, the hem of the dress had almost reached the point between the legs.
But before he could see whether she was actually naked under the dress, the hem stopped and she crossed her legs.
"I didn't ... not ... devalue it, if you understand what I'm going to say" her eyes begged for understanding and he nodded.
Immediately her gaze changed and she suddenly looked excited again. "All day long, I couldn't think of anything else."
She ruffled her hair and shook her head. "It was like I couldn't think of anything else ... just that ..."

As disheveled as she was, she looked even more exciting.
After examining the bulge on his boxer shorts, she spread her legs again.
When he saw the damp stain her pussy had left on the dress, his abdomen began to tingle.
She grabbed the hem and lifted it up to her navel.
His hands started to shake and he didn't know what to do with them.
Like yesterday, she wore thin white panties underneath, which with their moisture traced her naked pussy all too clearly.
Her fingers slid over her damp panties and with almost closed eyes she gasped "Just look at what you're doing to me ... I've been doing all day ..."
Two of her fingers slid under the waistband and gently pushed each other over her wet column.
She tilted her head back and sighed, "So ... that's how you caressed me."
He no longer knew when he had taken the few steps, but he was standing in front of the couch.
Her eyes opened, her hand jerked forward and reached into his boxer shorts.
He knelt next to her on the couch and pushed down the narrow straps of her dress. She watched him carefully, still massaging herself as hard as him.
She moaned softly as he freed her chest from the dress.
Shortly afterwards she pulled her hand out of her panties and pulled the boxers down as low as possible with both hands.
His tail literally jumped towards her.
"I want to see what's in my hand," she said while looking at him like a long-lost
find.
He gasped as her lips gently wrapped around his plump glans and sucked gently on it.
Groaning, he watched as her tongue slid down the shaft, circled his testicles and took the same path back again.
She turned a little to the side, spread her legs wide and played with her pussy under the panties while she sucked him in.
She sucked it deeply in her mouth, her fingers quickening, her breathing harder.
Her hand shimmered between her legs and her moaning grew louder.
He could feel it on his cock how her mouth moved while moaning ... an absolutely insane feeling.
Her pelvis bulged until her orgasm forced her on tiptoe.
She stayed that way for several seconds, her eyelids tightly pressed together, until her movements finally slowed down.
Her hand now moved more slowly and a twitch ran through her pelvis again and again.
Carefully she let his cock slide out of her mouth and slumped more and more.
He got off the couch, knelt beside it, and stroked her.
Caressing, he pushed the damp panties off her thighs, alternating between them, until he could finally pull them over her ankles and throw them carelessly into the room.
In the same way he pushed her clothes higher, she straightened her upper body so that it was easier for him, but let herself sink back again when the fabric was gone.
She lay completely naked in front of him and watched him with half-closed eyes.
When his hands came closer to the middle of her body again, she shook her head slightly and said "Oh no, not here anymore ..."
She looked around, got up and disappeared into the kitchen.
When he followed her, she was already seated on the kitchen table.
No sooner had he entered the room, she lay down, spread her legs and said softly, “Here you can have me.
He stepped to the table and she put her feet on his shoulders and pulled him close.
Without either of them having done anything, they just slipped into each other.
A deep moan came from his chest as his pubic bone pressed onto her pussy.
She crossed her legs behind him and hugged him tightly.
When she felt him deep inside her she twitched ... somehow ... her whole pussy twitched and it felt to him as if he had pushed her.
He gasped in surprise, she smiled knowingly somehow and again it twitched.
A tingling sensation formed in his groin and somehow his knees seemed to be weakening.
That tight, wet twitch again.
She groaned, lay down on the table for a long time and stretched her arms over her head.
Pull out.
Both moaned, she turned her head to the side and bit her arm gently while he could just watch and feel her.
The pressure on her legs eased.
Her feet pressed against his waist, they pushed him back until he was about halfway out of her and then pulled him back towards her.
She rocked him gently in this way for a few pushes, then took a deep breath, crossed her legs behind him again and pressed him to her.
Pull out.
He closed his eyes ... heard her moan loudly.
Pull out.
A feeling as if he had goosebumps on his tail inside her.
Few gentle thrusts, just enough to feel inside yourself.
Her smell penetrated his nose ... excited him even more.
Pull out.
He opened his eyes again.
She had one hand on her chest and was pulling lightly on her hard nipple, her teeth still buried in her arm.
Pull out.
He almost went to his knees while only sounds came out of his mouth.
Again those gentle thrusts ... longer this time ... more extensive.
He felt everything build up in him ... lust ... air ... everything was looking for a valve.
Twitching ... she whimpered, while he had the feeling he would have to
break the kitchen table with his bare hands, if the redemption didn't come soon.
He grabbed her at her knees and pushed her legs back.
It was now wide open before him.
He pushed her longer with the same intensity, she nodded with a groan ...
He just couldn't stop watching her while he kept thrusting between her aroused labia.
She clung to the edge of the table, opened her eyes wide. "Go on ..." she gasped "... I'll ... soon ... don't stop ... soon ... I'll ... soon"
yours Legs slipped out of his hands, she crossed behind him again and pressed him tight and deep with a small cry.
Twitching ... at the very front ... on his glans ... tight ... wet ... twitching. she ... she ... roared ... twitching ... no more control ... quick breaths ... twitching ... one deep breath, then he screamed his kitchen, apartment building, street and probably also the whole city together.

With his arms crossed, his hands pressed on the table top like a push-up, he pressed himself into her with all his strength while his orgasm shook him through.
His legs tried to give way, while his throat was nothing but a dry croak.
He pulled the nearest kitchen chair towards him and dropped onto it.
Only then was he able to check on her.
She had turned to the side and was watching him as her hand slid down her body.
Her finger slipped between her closed legs and she sighed briefly before pulling it back again.
Still breathing heavily, he moved the chair closer to her.
With a pleasant grunt, she enjoyed his caressing hand and the kisses they exchanged.
Slowly her breathing calmed down.
Just for a moment, he thought of his neighbor, who must have been torn from his deep sleep in the afternoon by the noise.
But it all seemed distant and unimportant.
For minutes they just looked at each other and every now and then exchanged more or less intense kisses.
Then she sighed and said softly. "I have to go to the bathroom"
He nodded and quietly described the way to the bathroom.
She got up and stretched.
With one hand clamped between her legs, she turned around on the door frame, smiled and said, "Thank you."
He nodded and she disappeared.

The CD player outside in the living room was playing "Tag am Meer" and he laid his head on the table and enjoyed the feeling of well-being that this song triggered in him.
When at the end only the sound of the sea could be heard, he heard how softly his
apartment door fell into the lock.
He got up and looked for her in the bathroom, in the bedroom ... she had just
disappeared again.
But she had left him a message.
When he found her panties in the living room, neatly spread out on the couch, he knew that he would see her again soon.