The seduced office mouse

 Water patters on her head, down her back, down her legs. She grabs her hair and enjoys how the shower water slides down on her. That was one day. At work the boss had given her hell today because she had made a mistake in a clerk. She had confused Frau Kohlmeiner with Frau Wohlmeier and there had been a medium amount of chaos. Because Mrs. Wohlmeier was informed to pay her contributions immediately, otherwise her insurance would be blocked. The letter was addressed to Ms. Kohlmeier. Mrs. Wohlmeier had called today and put on a huge monkey theater, who was responsible for this insolence. She even had the head of department give her and yelled at him for 10 minutes. By the time the whole thing was cleared up, both her nerves and, even more so, those of her boss were bare. At least he had the advantage that he could take his frustration out on her. She had no choice but to swallow her anger and wait so that she could let it all out in training after work. In the Tai Bo training there was also the stupid trainer who always had her on the kieker. With every new move he had to criticize her. "Boy, girl, it's not that difficult." In the Tai Bo training there was also the stupid trainer who always had her on the kieker. With every new move he had to criticize her. "Boy, girl, it's not that difficult." In the Tai Bo training there was also the stupid trainer who always had her on the kieker. With every new move he had to criticize her. "Boy, girl, it's not that difficult."
When the lesson was finally over, she was no longer just angry with the boss but also with the stupid trainer. But most of all she was annoyed with herself. Why did she always swallow everything? At least this Tai Bo Fuzzi could have given her opinion!
In her mind she was completely out of order under the running shower. She didn't hear the announcement that the studio was about to close. Nor did she hear the studio clerk Patricia, who was still supervising, making her final round. Patricia always called loudly into the cabin before she made her last tour. That was 10 minutes ago. Now all she wanted to do was turn off the sauna and the light. But she still heard the shower water running. When she went into the shower and peeked behind the wall of the shower niche, she saw Manuela standing there. Her arms buried in her long hair, straight up, one leg slightly bent. The water rushed down on her, flowed through her straw-blonde mane, dripped down the ends of her hair onto her body. Drops of water on the nipples of her beautiful breast.
Manuela hadn't noticed her and Patricia absent-mindedly took a step closer to her. She was completely captured by the blonde who was lost in thought. Her mind had shut down and she couldn't defend herself against being drawn into her spell by Manuela. She held out her hand as if to snatch a piece of her. A piece that she could pocket and take home, which should always remind her of that wonderful moment. She took one more step towards Manuela and now she was only a few centimeters away from Manuela. She reached out her hand and touched Manuela's chest very lightly.
And Manuela just dreamed of no longer being that little mouse, which nobody takes seriously. Whatever was overlooked, yelled at and put down. She dreamed of being desirable. To be important to someone. To be able to attract everyone's attention with his mere presence. And when she was at the top of her dream, so far away from reality, she felt a soft hand touch her breast. Very gentle and tender. At any other moment Manuela would have startled in horror, running away from this embarrassing situation. But at this moment the feeling was more dominant than her otherwise all-covering, panic-fueling mind. This feeling spread through her body in a fraction of a second and took possession of her. She felt the hand on her chest gently stroke the hill. How she straightened up and ran over her stomach. How she lingered slowly at the navel and played with him. Manuela reached up even more to push her hand further, deeper. And she did! She continued to slide down until she was between her legs. There she felt very carefully between her labia. With one finger she ran up the crevice until he found the clitoris between her lips. Now he circled on her pleasure hill and a warm tingling sensation drove into her legs. Then she noticed how the hand changed its position and shortly afterwards she felt the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. A soft, warm and moist gem drove through her pussy. She groaned because she couldn't contain her lust anymore. She spread her legs slightly and let this marvelous thing penetrate her completely. First it circled around her clitoris and then went deeper into her hole and circled there. Manuela moaned loudly and grabbed her breasts with lust. She kneaded them wildly to master her lust. She wanted something hard inside. And as she was told, she felt two fingers slide into her hole. At the same time the tongue caressed her clitoris. Fast and wild**** ten fingers it now and Manuela could not hold back any longer. It came like it had never come before. She groaned so loudly and the echo of her voice was broken in the tiled room.
Now she took hold of the head that hung between her legs. She knelt down to him and gratefully kissed the mouth that opened up there. Then she sagged completely relaxed on the other's lap and opened her eyes.
"Hello beauty," Patricia now whispered softly.
"Please excuse my attack, but I was completely blown away by you and couldn't do anything about it."
Manuela just looked at her with wide eyes before she closed them again and sank back into Patricia's lap.
"I couldn't help myself," she gasped. And although her mind is slowly reporting back, she gave free rein to her feelings and suppressed any other unpleasant thought.
"And I thank you very much for that, even if I won't be able to look at you tomorrow."

Beates First One Night Stand

 The summer meant it especially well this year, it was thirty-two degrees in the shade, the Ruhr area was boiling and Beate, a young woman of nineteen, was completely satisfied. It was Friday afternoon, she had done some shopping and was on the way to her small attic apartment, which she had moved into six months ago, she had moved out of her parents' house at the earliest opportunity because she simply couldn't stand the stress any longer, it Not a day went by without a fight with her mother or brother. In her mind, she went home with her shopping bags. She was really a feast for the eyes for every man as she walked steadily down the street in her short summer dress, long dark red hair and a few freckles on her nose. She did not miss the admiring glances of the men who crossed her path, it did her good and made her proud to have such an effect on the male sex. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she turned the next corner, she ran head-on with a young man who apparently was saying goodbye to someone. She dropped a bag, it clinked briefly, she was still thinking the apple spritzer is gone, when she heard a derogatory remark that immediately made her face flush with anger, WOMAN! She looked up and looked into a not even unsympathetic face, but this behavior was inexcusable and only read one comment, with a red head she hissed, asshole! The young man who was now looking at her a little more intensely and yet was visibly impressed by her beauty,
She picked up her bag, shook her red mane, threw her head back, thought to herself, lick me and just let him stand without a word. When she got to her apartment, she was still so angry and thought, what a stupid asshole, runs over me and still turns me on, even though he looked very nice, so you can be mistaken, looks are not everything. She pushed aside thoughts of the stranger, put away her purchases, the cracked bottle had not done much damage and was thrown away with the bag. With that, this topic was ticked off. All she wanted now was to take a long shower. She took off her sweaty dress, took off her bra, which she actually didn't need, with her beautiful, well-formed, firm and not exactly small breasts, got out of her panties and went into the shower. As the hot water washed away her sweat, she thought of her friend Raffael, who had recently moved in with her but was now doing his military service in a town in southern Germany whose name she could not remember. This weekend he was on duty and she was alone, which strangely made her feel happy, she was looking forward to being alone and just wanted to laze around and pursue her favorite pastime, sleep a lot. She wasn't sure about Raffael, it was probably not love, rather a feeling of togetherness that had developed after four years, she was fifteen at the time, he was sixteen and she was very grateful to him that he did not urge her to have sex. She only slept with him for the first time on her eighteenth birthday, and afterward regretted not having done it much earlier. Raffael was her first and only husband and she felt an inner restlessness and curiosity about how it would be with someone else. So in her mind, she turned off the water and heard the phone ring. Naked and wet, she ran into the living room and picked up the phone, at the other end her friend Petra answered, Hi, how are you and what are you doing tonight, Beate answered, good and nothing, that answered both questions. Not in the mood to go out tonight, she heard Petra ask, Beate actually didn't say. But you're alone, you absolutely have to take advantage of that, read us again really wriggle, urged Petra. Beate felt a lot fresher after the shower and said why not, we haven't been out together for a long time. This is my Beate, said Petra, that's how I like you, Put some hot clothes on and then tonight we're gonna turn a couple of guys heads. I don't actually plan to, but let's see what happens, said Beate mischievously. So then around nine in the mouse, said Petra. Beate agreed and they said goodbye with kisses, kisses, as they always did. It was now six o'clock and she could easily lie on her ear for four hours, naked as she was, the water had dried during the conversation, she threw herself on the bed and fell asleep immediately. She slept dreamlessly for almost four hours and was woken up by a loud rumbling in the apartment below her, slowly she came to and noticed that she was sweaty again, so take another shower, what a waste she thought if I went tonight come from dancing, I have to shower again anyway, but what's the point. She enjoyed showering whenever she wanted, without someone reprimanding her, like showering again, don't shower so long, turn off the water while soaping up. That was once and in spite of it, she showered for twenty minutes, even if she had to pay for it herself, but she had the feeling that she had wiped out her mother after all. She blow-dried her hair, which already took half an hour, then she put on make-up very discreetly, because the summer tan made it unnecessary to use any aids, some eyeshadow some lipstick, although she might have an idea for her lips she used too much make-up, which, together with her long red hair, gave her a sophisticated look. She chose a transparent thong and the matching bra, her colorful short summer dress with a neckline, which makes every normal man sweat on the forehead and also provides some vitality in the lower area, made her appear perfectly. She looked at the clock and noticed that it was already ten past nine, but still didn't get into a rush, as only a ten-minute walk was ahead of her and Petra was never on time anyway. She grabbed her handbag, took a quick look inside. There were still cigarettes, a wallet and the usual utensils that a young woman needed, even a condom that she had once got at the entrance of a disco. At the sight a slight smile played on her lips, she didn't like to use these things, but at the moment they were the only kind of contraception that was available to her. So she made her way to the Fledermaus disco, popularly known as the mouse. The restaurant was not very crowded, but it was still early in the evening, of course, Petra hadn’t arrived yet, but that wasn’t surprising for Beate either, she had known her friend long enough and was aware of her lack of punctuality. She sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a vodka Lemmon, she saw that the waitress meant it well, because that was at least one double vodka that was poured her, I should be fine, Beate thought to herself, me just have to be careful not to drink too fast. The place was gradually filling up and she had to make it clear to some gentlemen that she did not want to dance yet and that she did not want any other male company, not yet. At half past ten she was a little impatient, Petra was still not there, it is hard to believe, talk me into the evening and then let me down, she was now very angry and ordered the third vodka. Slowly, due to the alcohol, a comforting feeling spread in her and her anger at her friend slowly ebbed away, surely something had intervened, because not showing up at all was not Petras way. Beate climbed from the stool to the toilet to go and was turned around for the second time that day, she looked up and was about to comment on it when she looked into a face that she already knew. Instead of the cynical comment, she just uttered, again, you and, to her own surprise, was no longer angry at all. It was the young, handsome man with whom she had already bumped into that afternoon and with the comment, WOMAN, which he had regretted after three seconds, wanted to clear. A little embarrassed, which in turn spoke for him, he says, I congratulate the chance that I was able to see her again, I behaved like an idiot this afternoon and I very much regret my behavior, please let me make it up to you. Beate was slightly irritated, but also impressed by his demeanor, a man had never spoken to her like that and her self-confidence got a slight crack. Now, on closer inspection, she had to admit that he looked outrageously good, she estimated him to be around mid-twenties, six feet tall, was very sporty, had black hair and brown, very expressive eyes, all in all a creamy slice, she thought and somehow she became very different. She wanted to say everything was not as bad, but the only result was an incomprehensible stammering, she fled to the toilet to come to her senses first. What is the matter with me, she thought, such a feeling was completely alien to her. When she went back to her seat, she thought, just stop drinking alcohol. When she got to her place, the stranger asked her, may I? What? Beate asked absently. Make it up to you, he replied in his pleasant voice. Yes, sure is already forgotten, she replied and visibly struggled for composure, you are acting idiotic, she thought, where is your self-confidence, it's just a man. I would like to invite you for a drink, please do not refuse. Beate said, OK, one thing is fine. He nodded to the waitress and she got her vodka. How do you know what I'm drinking asked Beate? I made inquiries, he said with a smile that made her breathless, they toasted each other and he said, by the way, my name is Jürgen. Pleasant, she said Beate and she was annoyed about that, pleasant. Can we forget about YOU then? He asked? Yes, of course she stammered and found that she still hadn't regained her composure. Would you like to dance Beate? Asked Jürgen? Yes, she said spontaneously, just the way he pronounced her name created a tingling sensation in her body that she had never known before. They went to the dance floor, he had his arm lightly around her waist, which made her shiver slightly. Petry sang, in love, lost and Beate had the feeling of floating. Jürgen danced really well, the next song, however, was a cuddle song by little Peter with the wart and was called> YOU <. Beate said I want to sit down. Please stay, he says and held her tightly in his arms with gentle force, she was only too happy to give in, although she played some resistance so as not to lull him completely into safety, but he didn't even let go of her and pulled her even tighter per se. She snuggled up against him and registered a very pleasant and slightly arousing scent. However, she did not miss what impression she made on him, in this body-hugging dance, his excitement was not hidden from her. She realized that she was on the best way to lose control of herself when he pressed his abdomen to her lap, his hands exerted a gentle pressure on her back and worked their way up to the nape of her neck, he had his face very close to hers and inhaled the exciting scent of her hair. He kissed her neck tenderly and she felt that his breathing was speeding up a bit, his lips became more demanding, his hands closed tightly around both of her buttocks and pressed her even closer to him. She felt his tongue on her skin and noticed how everything in her abdomen tightened. He raised her head and looked for yours with his lips, she closed her eyes, held out her slightly opened mouth and waited for his kiss. He kissed her, at first very gently, his tongue played with her lips and he waited for her wonderful mouth to open and let his tongue run free. He only had to wait two or three seconds for her to do what he had hoped. Their tongues met and they lost each other in a long, passionate kiss. Beate had now lost all control over herself and her body determined what she did from now on. It was already a two-minute break from dancing when they broke up to return from the dance floor to the bar. When they got to the bar, they both drank their glasses off because their mouths were completely dry from making out. They looked at each other and they both knew they would spend tonight together. Beate said I only live ten minutes from here, are you coming with me? Jürgen kissed her again and said, today you wouldn't have gotten rid of me anyway, then come on, she breathed into his ear. They both paid their bills and left the bar, it was now half past twelve. The walk was done in less than eight minutes. When Beate unlocked the front door and they ran up the stairs to the third floor together, she thought, hopefully no one will see us. But since the house was almost exclusively made up of elderly people who also went to bed early on weekends, they arrived in front of Beate's apartment unseen. She unlocked the door, both went inside, the door fell back into the lock and Beate leaned her back against her. She was breathing heavily and was a little out of breath, partly from climbing the stairs, partly from the excitement that was rummaging inside her, she saw the shadow of Jürgen's face in front of her, because she had not yet turned on the light, he came up to her and they kissed passionate again, His hands were now very demanding on the exploratory age, he had pushed the light summer dress up quickly and he pressed her round, firm buttocks again. A hand wandered to the inside of her thigh, which she also willingly opened a little to make it easier for him to reach his goal. Beate didn't know herself anymore, she had never been so excited, the feeling that she had taken a complete stranger into her apartment, that she was so hot, frightened her a little, but she had been able to think clearly for one Hour no more. When Jürgen had reached her slip and felt the plum of her pubic hair through him, he noticed how wet and ready she was already, he pushed his hand past the nothing of a piece of clothing and very gently guided his middle finger into her sanctum.
With light rubbing, he teased her clitoris; Beate groaned slightly and pressed her legs together again to pinch his hand between them. During all this time they kissed continuously, Jürgen took one of Beate's hands with his free hand and led her to where a man particularly liked it. She stroked his pants and felt something that gave her a little shock, but at the same time made her shudder, since she still had no possibility of comparison and her boyfriend was equipped with a rather normal penis, she now felt something that made her even more aroused and made me very curious. Beate rubbed her hand on his pants back and forth and Jürgen had the feeling that it would burst any moment. He said in a hoarse voice, please turn on the light, I want to see you. They broke away from each other and Beate turned on the light, they both saw each other in their heated faces and inevitably their gaze slid to the part of his pants where her hand had just been working. What was already to be seen took her breath away when she thought about what to expect under the pants. Come into the bedroom, she breathed, I want to see you too. Beate took off her dress while walking and Jürgen was short of breath when he saw her, wearing only her transparent underwear and her red high heels, standing in front of him with a breathtaking figure. Beate turned slowly around her own axis and let herself be looked at, it was good for her to see what effect she was making on Jürgen. Jürgen had taken off his polo shirt in the meantime and Beate admired his muscular upper body, who shone slightly with his sweat. She walked up to him, snuggled up against him and began kissing his slightly hairy chest. This time it was Jürgen who shuddered and he hugged her again, Beate tugged at his belt and opened his pants, which then slowly slid to the floor. She was still caressing his chest with her tongue and her hands wandered to his bottom, which was still hidden under a pair of shorts, but felt firm and horny. She let her hands slip into the inside of his shorts and slowly pushed them down, now she stepped back a little and put her hand back where it had already been on the pants when she looked at his manhood in her hand immediately down because she couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was amazing what she got to see her hand could grasp his hard and plump prick so straight and when she put both hands on top of each other still looked a few inches out, she was so excited that she couldn't help but get down on her knees, open her mouth wide and to take his manhood between her lips. Jürgen groaned loudly, which heated her up even more. She let her tongue slide around its big tip and the next moment she let the same one disappear into her mouth as far as it went. Jürgen put both hands on your head and wanted to determine the rhythm but Beate shook them off and processed the pleasure donor as she wanted. Many a woman had already worried Jürgen with her mouth, but Beate was clearly a natural, she knew, instinctively, exactly what she had to do to get him really open. Jürgen held out the whole thing for about ten minutes, then he exploded with a suppressed cry, Beate was a bit surprised, she hadn't expected it and was just able to get her face to safety, an enormous beam shot past her face, Jürgen exactly under the chin, fascinated, she saw how three smaller fountains shot out of this beautiful penis, which was now twitching wildly in her hand, and some of them spilled over her hands. After a moment of reflection, they both had to laugh because Jürgen had got the first load under his chin and looked accordingly, especially since he was still standing in front of her in shoes and with his pants down. A really strange sight. Beate went into the bathroom and washed her hands, then she took a towel, which she moistened a little, went back to Jürgen, who had meanwhile got rid of his things and was lying on Beates bed. She knelt next to him and began his body from that******to clean, she did it very slowly and gently and it was a pleasant feeling for Jürgen to let himself rub off with the damp towel. When she got to his penis, which still looked very handsome in spite of its slack condition, she thought, well, wait a minute, I'll get you there again. Beate exposed his glans and wiped it with the rough towel, Jürgen groaned loudly, both with pleasure and pain, but she only finished the cleaning phase without pity when she was convinced that he was really clean. Then she tossed the towel on the floor, turned off the light and snuggled her warm body, which was still in her panties and bra, against his. She let her hand slide down over his chest until she reached his member. By gently massaging, she hoped that the desired effect was not long in coming. Jürgen had meanwhile taken off her bra and put a hand on her chest, his fingers carefully played with her wart, which was hard as a nut. He found her mouth with his and they kissed wildly and passionately again. Jürgen's hand wandered further down and pushed itself between her legs, which she immediately opened willingly, he pushed her completely soaked panties aside and his middle finger slipped, as if by itself, into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned and rubbed his penis, which was now as big and plump as before, a little faster. Jürgen couldn't wait to finally penetrate her and Beate now only wanted one thing. Hastily and full of excitement he pulled on her panties and she kicked her legs to finally get rid of this annoying item of clothing. He lay between her thighs, which he pushed wide apart, and brought his thick butt into position. Ready to take him in, she breathed into his ear anyway, please be careful, he's so big and fat. Tenderly he kissed her heated face and whispered, don't worry, dear, I'm very careful. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his head next to hers and waited, now a little tense, for him to penetrate her. Jürgen read slowly, inch by inch, of his extraordinary manhood, slide into her dripping wet pussy. A feeling overcame her, which she did not know yet. Her entire abdomen contracted and let her juices flow even more, it was a precursor to her first orgasm. She clutched his body with both legs and threw her lap towards him, her tongues found each other again when Jürgen began to move his lower body slightly up and down. Beate enjoyed it, she bit her shoulder tight, which made Jürgen groan again, with pleasure and pain, he was faster in his movements and she passed away with pleasure, she heard herself say words that she had not thought of in a dream ever to speak them out and Jürgen was thereby incited even more, and in turn began to shower them with profanity. Their act of love became more and more violent now, their sweaty bodies clapped each other and they both now only made gurgling noises. In the meantime, Beate had bitten Jürgen's shoulder bloody with her sharp teeth, which he hadn't even noticed until now, because he felt no pain, only pleasure. He gasped over her and kissed her breasts wildly, his thrusts so hard now that the clapping of their bodies sounded like rhythmic applause. Beate felt a feeling that was still strange to her, lightning flashed through her abdomen and she was shaken by an orgasm that was so powerful that it made her whole body cramp up, Jürgen too was now ready and could not delay his orgasm any further . With a hoarse scream he came inside her and she felt his hot one because he felt no pain, only pleasure. He gasped over her and kissed her breasts wildly, his thrusts so hard now that the clapping of their bodies sounded like rhythmic applause. Beate felt a feeling that was still strange to her, lightning flashed through her abdomen and she was shaken by an orgasm that was so powerful that it made her whole body cramp up, Jürgen too was now ready and could not delay his orgasm any further . With a hoarse scream he came inside her and she felt his hot one because he felt no pain, only pleasure. He gasped over her and kissed her breasts wildly, his thrusts so hard now that the clapping of their bodies sounded like rhythmic applause. Beate felt a feeling that was still strange to her, lightning flashed through her abdomen and she was shaken by an orgasm that was so powerful that it made her whole body cramp up, Jürgen too was now ready and could not delay his orgasm any further . With a hoarse scream he came inside her and she felt his hot one Lightning flashed through her abdomen and she was shaken by an orgasm that was so powerful that it made her whole body cramp up, Jürgen too was ready now and couldn't delay his orgasm any further. With a hoarse scream he came inside her and she felt his hot one Lightning flashed through her abdomen and she was shaken by an orgasm that was so powerful that it made her whole body cramp up, Jürgen too was ready now and couldn't delay his orgasm any further. With a hoarse scream he came inside her and she felt his hot one****** poured into her abdomen. Jürgen collapsed over her, he was done, Beate felt his racing heartbeat and heard how he gasped for air, it was not much different for her.
So this is an orgasm, she thought, it's the coolest thing I've ever had.
She took Jürgen's head in her hands and kissed him on the mouth, then said, Thank you, that was really great.
But you were also wonderful, I have never experienced anything so intense, said Jürgen, that was really cool with you.
Beate felt for the light switch above her bed and turned off the light, then snuggled up very close to Jürgen.
After a while they started to cuddle and made each other hot again, that night they made love three more times and each time Beate enjoyed a tremendous orgasm.
Both had exhausted themselves completely and fell asleep, after a few moments, tightly embraced and satisfied, it was exactly 4.30 a.m.
Beate was fast asleep and had confused dreams in which Raffael and Jürgen appeared and fought over them, suddenly Raffael pulled a knife and wanted to stab Jürgen, she woke up with a scream and was wet with sweat, thank God, just a dream.
Her gaze fell on Jürgen, the blanket had slipped and exposed his naked body, his big penis was now lying peacefully between his legs and she immediately had to think of the total satisfaction he had given her, she hadn't achieved something like that with Raffael can.
Jürgen stretched and opened his eyes, good morning, he whispered.
Tomorrow is good, she said, it's already past noon.
I've never slept for so long, said Jürgen.
That was an extraordinary achievement that you did tonight, said Beate with a smile and then asked if I should make breakfast.
Oh yes, coffee would be good, replied Jürgen.
Beate prepared breakfast, which they both ate in silence.
Neither of them really knew how to go on with them.
After breakfast, Jürgen got dressed and went to the door, then he said, maybe see you soon, bye.
Yes, said Beate, a little confused, maybe see you soon.
Jürgen closed the door and she heard him go down the stairs, she never saw him again, but he had impressed her so much that after three weeks she parted with Raffael.
The experience with Jürgen and the total satisfaction she had experienced from him changed her life.
She was now looking for male acquaintances more often and still had several one night stands, but the way Jürgen had satisfied her, no one else could and each time she compared her lovers to him, but they couldn't withstand him.

Day activity

 He sank back.
His next thought was terrifying.
What if he had 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 forgotten faster than 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 into 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 headed for 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 any 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 pressed her breath through her teeth with a hiss, came up to him, her hands clutching his hair almost painfully.
"I was down on 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 raised 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 now 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 themselves excitedly 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".
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 place 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 began to tremble 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 her eyes almost closed 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 didn't remember 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 just 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 deep 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 paused like this 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 wet 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, 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 nostrils ... 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. "Continue ..." 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 growl she enjoyed his caressing hand and the kisses they exchanged.
Her breathing slowly 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 caused 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.