Tricky Invitation I

 My way from work to the apartment leads directly past the mailbox in the entrance to the house. In the digital age, looking inside has become boring. The mailbox is emptied every day. Most of the time I find bills and advertisements. And yet a certain curiosity remains: there could be personal or important messages here and there. To be honest, I'm no different with the mailbox. Most news and notifications do not have any serious information content, but they are more numerous than in the mailbox. Checking my private emails twice a week is usually enough for me. If one were not afraid of missing something important, there would be no craving for information.
Today Diana's letter caught me off guard. A special-size colored envelope, a special 95-cent stamp, her sender. I sensed the happy event, which I do not enjoy and which I want to avoid.
I tear open the envelope while still in the mailbox. Indeed. Andreas and Diana want to get married, even in a church. I'm confused. How do I get out of this appointment now? I have not applied for a holiday and booked a trip? Should I fake illness? And they even want to get married in church. In the baroque pilgrimage church. Diana had publicly emphasized that she had nothing to do with the church, and Andreas came out as an atheist who had left the church and lived without religion. I rate both humanistically.
Anyway, I was trying to settle into the new reality. Life doesn't go in a straight line and I don't need to understand that. Diana is my best friend. We've been through thick and thin and know a lot about each other. Sometimes I secretly wished that the relationship between her and Andreas would end. Instead, it happened the other way around: they saw their crises and conflicts as something normal and kept coming back to each other, mostly closer than before.
I had already confided a lot about myself to Diana, including intimate things and men's stories, but I didn't dare tell her that two years ago I spent the most beautiful evening of my life with Andreas. I didn't want to lose her and destroy her great love. I had thought several times whether I should not take heart to speak up and exonerate myself. I did not dare. And Andreas apparently hadn't told her anything either. Since Diana and I also have a circle of friends in common, the love affair is particularly spicy. I didn't want to be disgraced by anyone. My girlfriends would then have looked at me and their husbands differently. I was in a dilemma and didn't know how to resolve it.
Two years ago, the friendship between Diana and Andreas had just begun. You are a beautiful couple. At that time they were newly in love, and naturally a lot revolved around them. Both commented as if everything were open. Andreas didn't seem to have any intentions of bonding, which I could understand. He is a heartthrob and has certainly made many a girl happy and disappointed.
This also happened to Sonja, a friend of mine, who told me how he had courted her. She couldn't and didn't want to resist him. When he and her turned right between a garage that borders a spruce grove on their way back from the cinema, she initially took it for a shortcut. As soon as they left the street, Sonja said, his hand slipped over her round buttocks, he crawled into the notch and pinched it slightly. That got her excited. When he turned her head towards him on the chin, he kissed her on the mouth and it was all over with her. She quickly got wet and had to press her legs together with excitement, which made her tremble slightly. Andreas noticed it immediately and used it. It was almost embarrassing for her that her nipples quickly hardened and poked through her thin dress and silky, transparent bra. She could easily rub her firm nipples on Andreas' chest and gently excite herself. Now she happily joined in, and the possibility of being caught in semi-public space heightened their lust to the point of ecstasy.
I quickly went to my apartment, dropped the letter in the hallway and threw myself on the sofa. Disturbed and sexually aroused, I pulled up my skirt and rubbed myself. My column was already wet. I couldn't get Andreas out of my head. I went into the shiny tights and further under the panties. My hand was Andreas' hand. In the imagination he now freed me from my dilemma. Under his importunity I rolled over on the sofa and discharged my tension in orgasm.
Sonja is a bit chubby and accordingly curvy. At the quarry pond, many eyes cling to their curves. Her strong natural breasts are crowned by pithy nipples. She's dyed blonde and says she's more attractive unshaven. She doesn't mind that men tease her about her brunette pubic hair. So far, everyone has liked to visit her front yard and lick her, including her fellow student's father last week. After he had prepared her well under the shorter skirt while driving in the car on the way back from the internship, he burst her black tights in the parking bay. He really wanted to take her through her panties from the front to see her bobbing breasts and pubic hair. Sonja would have preferred to be taken from behind on the passenger seat,
I could well imagine Andreas and Sonja's scene behind the garages. Even my secret love affair with him was impressive. But there was a second set of pictures. At Bernd's birthday party at the Sperberhorsthütte I suddenly saw Sonja with an experienced man in his late thirties. I wasn't alone either. We became aware of the two because there was a cracking sound in the undergrowth. We looked around motionless and in the semi-darkness we recognized the couple who felt unobserved.
My companion had already found the way to my bare chest and was testing my nipple while twirling. Sonja's lover had already gone under her wide skirt. They kissed hotly. We now heard the smacking, which aroused us. I stroked my companion's pants and was amazed at what was hiding there. All of these images come together again and again in my head cinema to form a porn film that I am the director of. The sex adventure at Bernd's party, Sonja's story about the outdoor number with Andreas and my memories with him - all of these together mean that I often masturbate.
"Come on," my companion whispered in my ear. "What?" I asked slightly confused when I saw how Sonja's lover pulled up her tight t-shirt and lifted one breast from the low-cut bra. "Blow me," I got the answer while he grabbed my butt and turned the nipple briefly.
I unzipped it. Still confused, I awkwardly pulled out his thick pipe. My clumsiness stimulated him immensely. He pumped as I squatted down and let my tongue play around his swollen head. He ruffled my hair or went through the neckline of my dress and into my bra.
We didn't dare say anything more. I kneaded his balls, licked his hard cock or sucked his entire length - all as quietly as possible. But we heard Sonja moan softly. She was leaning against a tree trunk with her legs slightly apart. Her bra was undone and the full breasts sagged a little. She held out her tits to him, her breasts arched. He sucked the nipples, kneaded the juicy melons and rubbed them under the skirt.
"You're a horny bitch," we heard about Sonja. They exchanged little smuts. "You stallion," Sonja panted, "do you want to stab me here?" - "Where else, you're already wet." - "Here in the dark forest?" - "I can do it in front of the others and show them like a babe like you wants to be taken." - "You don't dare," she teased, "you could fail." - "You just mean that." When he wanted to push her back to the birthday guests, she stopped trunk tight. "I'm not a sex object!" - "But pretty cheeky for your young age. And spread your legs slightly?" - "You don't have to touch my laundry for that. " - "I'll get under your underwear, my little one, and now - on the pussy - and - on the clitoris. You are hairy too. How I love it, wetlands with vegetation." - "How many women have you seduced?" - "Rarely such a young and practicing as you. I'll teach you a few things in a moment." - "How?" - "From the front and back." - "So. But I'm curious." - "I'll pierce your panties. – Have you ever been with an experienced man?” - “What makes you think so?” - “Experienced women not only get in my pants, but in my pants.” - “Should I?” - “Well, what experienced man has you ever?" - "I don't dare," she laughed. "Tell! That turns you on too." - "A year ago, after graduation, I had a quickie." - "With whom?" - "With Bernd's father." - "And where?" - "In his study. " - "How did he bang you?" - "In the executive chair." - "Tell me more, in one piece. You're keeping me in suspense."
“He let me sit there and sat on the armrest. Then he played with me a little bit, losing top after top. As he locked the door, I knew what was about to happen. His pants were baggy. He immediately put my leg over the armrest, so that my skirt jumped wide. As he rubbed me and licked between my legs, I made myself comfortable in the chair. In between he had taken out his stiff penis. Suddenly he ripped open my tights and said: 'Next time you'll come with suspenders.' I hadn't expected anything like this. Before I could understand, he was pulling me onto the edge of the seat and entering. It hurt at first, but soon I got hot. He asked me. to be quiet. I bit my lower lip and we both exploded after five, six minutes.
Before the warm farewell, he went to his desk and gave me a pair of black stockings with the words: 'Small gifts keep friendships alive.' He had probably just made himself his best birthday present. I had to laugh and waved the stocking pack to him: 'Maybe see you soon.' - 'Bring some time with you.' I disappeared."
"And who did you try it with later?" - "There must be secrets too, my dear!"
"It's good to know that you can come quickly when you're pre-heated." - "And what now? ' - 'To the point, darling. Your melons are remarkable. The nipples hard. The *****wet.” - “That's what you men like, yes?” - “Not only. You're young, you're still insecure, you're still shy, you still lack drive." - "You're chasing that."
Surprisingly Sonja, he tore the skirt up to her hips. She stood in front of him on half-height heels of her sandals and with stockings like a magnificent Venus. The sheer panties accentuated her curves more than they could hide. When she was overpowered, Sonja fell silent with parted lips and thighs. She leaned against the tree trunk again, took a deep breath and let it happen. He pushed the panties aside, took a moisture sample to sniff, and pulled out his hammer. Sonja was a little shocked when she saw this device. "From which side first?" - "Do it," Sonja breathed. "Imagine with your legs apart, your feet a little away from the tree, your stomach in front of you." Sonja obeyed. She looked horny. Any man would have freaked out. He lifted her left leg and spread it. He kept looking into her eyes, twisted the right nipple and slowly approached. When his hammer stopped bouncing, but twitched excitedly, he came very close to her column, bent his knees a few centimeters and carefully inserted it from below. Sonja groaned, dropped her head to the side and clawed at the trunk.
He did it to her carefully. "You old pig priest," she slipped. "Tell me. That turns me on." - "You womanizer - philanderer - you're cunning to the core." - "I'm all that. The ideal man for you. You want to be banged tonight." - "Well recognized." - "You don't wear a tight T-shirt for your big breasts, a sexy skirt, stockings and a frock for nothing. This is how a woman seduces a man. You're good at that. And now join us. Swing your hips.”
Sonja was great. She pushed against him. "Fuck!" she cried under her breath. He thrust her evenly and deeply. You could hear her ***** smacking . "Your silky nylon is the purest come-on." - "Yes, do it to me. I need you. What should I do?"
He twisted her hips 180 degrees. "Do you know what you should do now?" - Sonja held on to the tree trunk with her legs slightly apart. "What's the best way for me to get into your Venus?" - "Tell me," she gasped. "Have a low back and push your ass out." She positioned herself docilely so that the luscious hemispheres smiled at him. The baroque breasts hung down with their pithy nipples. He took her by the hips and performed the same game from behind. Once inside, he also took hold of her bobbing breasts and the nipples between his fingers. Sonja screamed in a suppressed voice, surely too loud. But nothing happened except that my lover pulled his hands away from my bare chest and my panties.
Oh scary! He went over to Sonya. The two recognized him quickly. "He's not going to ask for a threesome, is he?" I thought, feeling abandoned and disappointed. "You, Sven?" Sonja barely uttered. "Can we swap?" - I stopped spitting. "Why not," said the late 30-year-old, "I saw you early on." - My lover took over from him and after a few minutes, Sonja was transported to seventh heaven from behind.
I was still fully clothed, while Sonja was exposed to the erotic zones. The thirty-something slowly walked over to me. His cock was hanging out of his pants. I could have run away, but I was so expectant that I stopped dead in my tracks. Meanwhile, my faithless lover was already in Sonja and made her moan and sigh. "I've always wanted you," he confessed to her, "and now I'll get you in nylons."
We looked at each other curiously. He stroked down my bare arm and over to the *****. "Show me what you're wearing." I was amazed and speechless. "How far is the walk to your sweet cunt?" He found my embarrassment and shame to play with. “Now you are no longer a voyeur. Now you're a participant.” I still couldn't say anything. He scratched my triangle without making any further move. We were still looking at each other. I had to take a deep breath. "Well then, you're coming." That was true. My whole body was like a volcano before it erupted. "You're a great babe. How much older than Sonja?” - “I'm in my third semester”, I answered shyly. "Tonight you get the remaining five semesters of learning by doing." This man didn't have to explain that to me.
"Again: How far is the way to your column?" - "You already know that." - "I want to hear it from you. Is that how you come to the party?” Now the penny dropped for me. I wasn't dressed for the party for him. "That can't matter to a goat like you. The main thing is that you have something to fuck with,” I dared. "You're wrong. The eye eats with you. Why are you wearing a long dress tonight?”
I swallowed. I didn't dare tell him that. I don't want to be hit on by erotic clothing anymore. They went under my miniskirt, grabbed my breasts when I was wearing tight shirts, grabbed my skirt slit and tried to take off my panties when I was drunk. My appearance shapes my reputation. I am partly responsible for that. But here everything happened voluntarily. I wanted an experienced man to show me and do it.
"I like the way I'm standing here." - "I want to tell you: You've hung your pretty figure with the wide summer dress. What do you need to protect yourself from?” - “I want it to be slow – and controlled.” - “Have you ever been with a mature man?”
My column glowed like a volcanic throat. The mons pubis was swollen and soft and wide like a pillow. I had opened my legs slightly for him by now. He crawled me up to the dam. With the light fabrics I was wearing, he must have felt and known everything about my pussy. Now he caressed my breasts too. My nipples became rock hard. He felt and saw that. I could hardly close my mouth with excitement. I had never experienced anything like this in my young life. He was persistent and consistent.
"Yes, I did." - "Tell me." - "That's not easy for me. I represented my sick mother at my father's side at a business partner's milestone birthday. I was allowed to buy a skirt beforehand. The dignified celebration took place outside in the garden. I was the youngest of the women and therefore an interesting person to talk to. Around 11 p.m. the host took me to his basement bar. I sat down on a bar stool. He stood next to me, after a while took the glass from my hand and stroked my silky thigh through the long slit in my skirt. That was more interesting to me than the boring party talk. I let him and waited. My breasts followed, and finally he asked me to stop crossing my legs. 'Without suspenders', he smiled, 'but young and bubbly. Come on, let's have a quickie off the stool. I have to go out to my guests soon.'
Like a charmer, he led me elegantly off the bar stool. Then it got violent. With a flick of the wrist I was standing there without a skirt. He pinched my bottom, massaged me between my legs from front and back and let me feel his bulge. It wasn't possible without foreplay. I still groaned: 'Oh God!' and he replied: 'We'll start right away.' It was like that. He pushed my blouse over the bra from below, kneaded my breasts and made the see-through bra pop open. Then he pushed me over the bar stool, tore my elegant tights and took me to my heart's content. Admittedly, I had never experienced anything this crazy before.”
"And how far is the way to your wet column now?" - "I don't know. I'm not a man." - "And if you were a man?" - "The path leads from the hem of the skirt to the panties." - "... and to the seam of your pantyhose." He instinctively noticed everything. "And why are you wearing a baggy, long dress?" - I took a few dance steps, twirling my baggy skirt to reveal my nylon-clad thighs. Like a bird of prey, he caught a corner of the hem of my skirt and stepped back, arm outstretched. I screeched in surprise. Since he was far enough away from me, I couldn't smack his fingers. As much as I pulled on the fabric, I couldn't snatch the horny sight under my skirt from him. I was so turned on by this scene that I rubbed my thighs together, which he noticed.
"Tell me: What are you wearing?" - "Look. It 's in your hands now.”
He looked at me wildly. "Tell me. I want to know for sure before I see it and we do it together.”
Now he had me. Telling him seemed autoerotic to me. My shyness was gone. "My skin-colored tights have a floral patterned panty part, a sophisticated decorative seam and don't hide anything that interests you." - "And further. I felt there was more." - "My panty is transparent like a curtain." - "Then I'll look at your pussy through two curtains. - Shaved?” - “Check it out.” He did.
Right after that he came close to me again. My body trembled. I felt his hot breath on my neck. He slowly stroked up between my legs. I felt his hammer on my hip. I furtively took him and *****d him tenderly. He didn't show anything and poked a finger in my column. Inch by inch he pulled up my skirt. The sight turned him on, I could tell by his eyes, but he had himself under control, even though he had almost conquered me under my skirt. "Are you looking forward to it?"
"I can hardly take it anymore." He crawled from the poker be up my spine to my neck. Then he zipped down at a snail's pace and slipped the dress off my shoulders. I still had to hold it over my chest. “I know your boobs and nipples. If I can get under your skirt, the breasts are easier to release, aren't they?" - "I feel a bit naked." - He took my hands lovingly. The dress slipped over the see-through, low-cut bra and finally fell to the floor. He picked it up to let me out. When my bra took the same path, I stood in front of it like Sonja. He clicked.
He sucked on my nipples and rubbed my panties at the same time. "Now please undress completely."
I was intoxicated, had lost caution and control. I quickly slipped out of my black pumps with wide heels. He supported my arms and hips as I peeled off my classy pantyhose and got out of the panty. His hammer touched me on the skin. When he slipped between my legs from behind, I sighed: "Slowly." But he reassured: "You'll get to the point soon enough".
He gave me back the tights. I knew what he was up to. He wanted to take me with pantyhose. The panties were in his way. A rum through the pantyhose was not alien to me. I experienced it for the first time a year ago. I was flirting with my driving instructor. On the last return trip he let me drive to an industrial ruin. Between the factory and the administration building, he asked me to get out. I had speculated on such a farewell. After a long French kiss, he lifted the skirt, pulled the tights over my buttocks and tore my panties. He pulled out the fummel and put the pantyhose back up. Then, after another French kiss, he sat me on the warm hood, pushed my legs apart and up my skirt and sucked me. Then my tights cracked and he disappeared into me. I put my legs on his shoulders. Fully clothed, we let off steam until he had juiced himself.
Under his horny gaze I put on my elegant pantyhose and pumps again. He pushed me back a little so I could lean against the tall pile of wood with my arms outstretched. He opened a small hole and did it like Sonja by spreading my right leg first. He penetrated gently and deeply. It ran like clockwork with rhythmic jolts. This artist of the foreplay had prepared me so well that after about ten minutes I exploded for the first time and long before him. He covered my mouth so no one would get curious. I gasped and groaned violently. The storm abated only slowly. I was glowing all over.
He gave me a breather. "To the finals," he said firmly, twisting my shoulders. Sonja showed me how to do it: Open your legs, hollow your back, stick your butt out and hold on tight. Now he was scrubbing me. My ***** smacked, but it didn't smack because of my pantyhose. No wonder I came the second time he fired long.
He gave everything down to the last drop. I stayed in the last position for a while to relax. Then he gave me his handkerchief to dry off. I kept it under the pantyhose in front of the ***** . I draped my panty down the waistband of the same. I asked him to fetch my handbag from the Sparrowhawk hut. Then he drove me home.