Elly was a good friend of my wife, and when I fell in love with my wife, Elly was a pre-teen, and I was married for two years before she matured, and suddenly matured, and matured again to the point where she came out as a flower. There are many such cases. She was very attached to me when she was young, and regarded me as an idol among men, and when she started to get older, she still had a deep impression that I was the first man she thought of when she was in love. But at that time I have become a married man, she can not express anything, I am although sometimes expressed, but difficult to take any action to pursue.
There are women who will gradually forget these feelings, and there are women who won’t. Eri would not.
I don’t know about other men, I on the other hand use myself as an example that men have two hearts. It’s not that I’ve grown tired of my wife, but then again I’ve always had a thing for Ely. In fact I am interested in many other beautiful women.
I thought I would have a hard time getting Eri, but it’s amazing how things change in the world, and fate is really unpredictable.
That time, I met Eri in T-town.
I had traveled to T-City for business, and as soon as I stepped in front of the hotel, I saw Eri, and she approached me, and we held hands, almost as if an electric current had passed through them.
Ely was working in a travel agency, she always loved traveling, and this was when she became a tour leader for a travel agency. She was the one who brought the tour group and collapsed in this hotel.
Before I could think of anything to say, she said, “You’re lucky you ran into me, you have me for free!”
“But-” I said, “are you free?”
She said, “You’re just back from being outside, don’t you know what the weather is like?”
By the way, it’s a crosswind storm going on outside, and the tour group is here for sightseeing, so they can’t go anywhere in this kind of weather, stuck in a hotel.
So Eri accompanied me. Actually, she wasn’t completely free because of that, but she could leave her work to her coworkers to do it for her. She appeared as my secretary and accompanied me to talk business.
Later in the evening, we returned to the hotel. I walked her to her room, and at the door of her room, she was next to me in my arms. She had never done this before, and it seemed like she was out of town and not so worried again.
She said, “Won’t you give me a good night kiss?”
I gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and then I hugged her tightly. She immediately pushed me away, but it wasn’t like she was rejecting me, she just said, “Don’t, I haven’t showered yet!”
I was very excited in my heart. When she said she hadn’t bathed yet, she meant that her body wasn’t clean and it wasn’t good to be intimate with me yet. She did not mean that she should not be intimate with me.
I whispered in her ear, “I’ll come back for you later?”
She delicately whispered, “You go back first, I’ll come over to you later!”
She gently pushed me away. It’s not like she’s not making sense when she says that. She wasn’t ready when I arrived, and that wasn’t very convenient.
Men shower is usually much faster than women, so it was much easier for me to wait for her to come over.
I went back to my room, took a quick shower, and waited for her to come over, but with one side of my mind apprehensive and nervous. Maybe she’d changed her mind about coming? In these matters, men rarely change their minds, but women often do.
She didn’t change her mind though, she finally came over. She knocked softly on the door, I opened it, and she floated in. She literally floated in as if she were floating in, because she was wearing a lake-blue gossamer nightgown, double-layered, and seemingly sheer and seemingly opaque, and it was hard to guess just how much she was wearing underneath that.
I hugged her to me as soon as I closed the door. She nudged me and said, “Not so fast, let’s talk first!”
I still carried her over and put her on the bed.
The hotel was a lovely place for me under the circumstances. No one else interfered, and there were no acquaintances in the area who knew us, and as soon as we walked in the door, we were in our sleeping quarters.
I still hugged her lightly and kissed her lightly. I didn’t need to be sweet to her, she must have known I was missing her, and she certainly was, or she wouldn’t have come over.
She said, “Isn’t my coming here hindering your chances for a fling?”
I said, “What’s better than having you here?”
She said, “Are you looking for a woman every time you come here?”
It is a city famous for its women, who are cheap and beautiful and well served, and a man who comes here and doesn’t look for a woman is almost universally regarded as a fool.
I kept quiet and just kissed her neck.
She giggled and said, “No? You haven’t answered my question!”
“You’re the tour guide!” I said, “You are certainly understood.” I was not willing to deny that I was a man, that I had come here, and that the people here were happy to be introduced. Today it was only because I had brought Eri with me that they didn’t mention it, and they naturally assumed that Eri was already mine.
Yili said, “Aren’t you afraid of getting dirty? What if you go back and infect your wife?”
“I use condoms,” I said, “I’m not taking any chances. But what about you? I know you don’t have a boyfriend yet, so you’re out flirting too?”
“No,” she said accusingly, “you’re looking at it the wrong way, Gion ran into you and that’s why I did it!”
She leaned over my shoulder and added quietly, “It’s strange how different one’s state of mind is when one is outside. Things I wouldn’t do at home I do now. But again, I don’t know if I have the guts to actually do it!”
“Do you mean that I have a wife?” I said, “But what difference does that make to you? The men you’ve been with before didn’t marry you either!”
She said, “I haven’t been good with any men before!”
I was very surprised and looked at her incredulously and said, “You mean you’re still ……”
She said quietly, “Who might I do it with? I mean, there are plenty of men who like to do it with me, of course, but the man I like-I can’t imagine being able to do it with another man besides you-it’s not possible, and don’t you ask me why?”
I hugged her tightly again. I said, “I’ve been missing you, but yet I’m still another woman!”
And yet she knows this well. She said, “I’ve heard that men are like that now. They’re different, nothing to lose! But this time, you won’t have to use a condom, I’m clean!”
This is indeed the more wonderful point. It is not very satisfying in terms of sensation because it is separated by a heavy rubber bag, and while the rest of the body is skin to skin, this part is not, and the fluids are not communicated.
I kissed her frantically, and she closed her eyes to take it, as I kissed her all over, from head to toe. Eri’s body wasn’t strictly speaking first-rate beautiful, she wasn’t the tender white type that was particularly appealing, and she wasn’t very slippery either, but she was Eri, and she had an elasticity that other women didn’t have. Perhaps the elasticity of a virgin’s muscles is extraordinarily strong.
With her, the mood is very different. The woman who was called back always went into the dissolving room to take a shower and came out naked, with only a towel around her body.
Never having any pajamas, Eri was now in a robe.
I don’t need to rush to take off her robe for her either.
I couldn’t go any further down after kissing her feet, so I kissed my way back up the legs. This was very different from kissing down. When kissing down there is that robe blocked, kissing up I lifted the foot of the robe, and kissed up against the flesh.
I hadn’t actually had a chance to really look at her body before, and now I realized that she was close to obese, just a little too fat, or maybe it should be called plump. Her legs were just plump. As I kissed her, I lifted the robe upward, and I could see that she was wearing a thin white pantyhose, but she was keeping her legs closed. She was too embarrassed by her inexperience to open her legs. I could smell the distinctive female odor. Psychologically, I felt that it smelled especially good on her body.
I continue to kiss up, can already see that she is not wearing a bra on her upper body, she did not object to me lifting the robe up, but as soon as my lips reached her navel, she shrunk up, but also can not help but grin. She said, “Not like this, not here!”
I continued kissing up to her breasts. They were dark in color and large in size, they were shoots and had no distinct tip. There are many different types of women, and this was one.
She did not object to my kissing here and seemed to enjoy it very much. At this point I further suggested that she take off her robe, which she did not object to. In fact, it was not very convenient to pull it up, only the front part was pulled up, the back part was pressed under her body.
I then took off her pajamas as well. Since I had already taken off that one, I didn’t care about this one either.
I’ve known her for a long time, but never had the chance to see her body. It was only now that I got my first good look. She was so rich up and down, with armpits like black forests. The top was seen, and in the summer sometimes you could see it in sleeveless clothes. I remember once she asked me if I would take off my armpit hair because she thought it was ugly to be so black and furry. I, on the other hand, told her it didn’t matter and that I thought it was sexy. She obviously believed my opinion and left it off. Now she doesn’t feel shy about showing it in front of me because she knows I think it’s sexy.
But when I put my hand on it, she pushed it away again and said, “Wait, don’t be in such a hurry. What about you?”
She means to be equal, and the fact that she has no more clothes on her body and I still have them is inequality. In this case, I was also happy to be on par with her. I took it off without panic.
She kept looking at me.
I was already in a state of great arousal and my prick was as hard as an iron bar, but she wasn’t afraid to look at it, she was a woman who had matured and should understand what it was all about even though she hadn’t experienced it yet.
When I approached her again, she curiously reached out to caress me and gently held my penis, playing with it and examining it curiously, an organ she had never seen before. This situation is really too different from the women I bought, they have seen too many dildos, how can they still be in the mood to examine it? Besides, it would be redundant to try to please a bought woman. Most of them are not in the mood. It’s better to get it over with. And when they react, it’s hard to know if it’s real or not.
I gently stroked her nipples, she could not help shivering; as soon as I touched her vitals, she immediately had a strong reaction, and that was definitely true, I took his nipple and gently inhaled it, while my tongue wiped the top, she shivered even worse, and her body wriggled, and she made a dreamy sound in her throat. I sucked the other nipple, at the same time fingers to manipulate the other, she wriggled also spread her thighs, subconsciously indicated that the need for contact between the legs, I touched the breasts of the right hand to touch her pussy, part of the abundant pubic hair to touch the pussy mouth, where it is already very sticky and wet, pussy fluids began to drip downward. This had never been the case with any of the women I had bought back, most of them were quite dry, perhaps because they had been doing it so much.
My fingers stroked and wiped against her pussy, and she squirmed even more, sometimes clamping down on my fingers, because her pussy needed further friction. With just one finger, I could make her react like crazy. This was very helpful to my male ego. I was sure I could make a woman enjoy herself.
I have only had one virgin, my wife. At first I was hairy and made her uncomfortable, although she didn’t resent it, but then when I told her about it, she said it would have been better if she had been. That came to her after she had experience, and at the time she didn’t know enough to suggest it. Now, I’ll be able to use those suggestions on Eri.
I could feel the little bit of Eri’s nub start to swell and get more sticky and wet, and she started to gasp. Her reaction was different, much stronger. I sucked on one nipple while my index finger rubbed her nipple with just the right amount of force, not too hard and not too soft. Her nipple began to harden and her mouth made “aaah” noises to the beat of my hand.
Then she shuddered violently and screamed “Yay!” and had an orgasm. That’s something you don’t get with bought women, they never let you touch their pussies to have an orgasm, nor do they want one.
She wrapped me up tightly, as if she was afraid that I would escape, and it wasn’t easy for me to get into a good position. However, I am experienced in this area, it doesn’t matter how tight the hold is, as long as I can roll. After a few rolls, I was in a good position, I was already in her center, and I used both knees to spread her thighs.
My prick, which was already as big as a pillar, rested against the mouth of my vagina.
Different people have different pussy heights, and it’s not easy to get it right when you haven’t worked with her yet and you can’t see her. But since she was wet and slippery enough, it would be much less difficult, and as she slid, she could naturally reach her destination. Basically, people are born to be able to slide in this way.
I did just slide in.
With an “ooh” she pushed in, and I felt it so tight that I slowed down and eased it in. I slowed down and eased it in, but it didn’t seem to work, and I just couldn’t get it all the way in. If I was going to succeed, I had to be ruthless and push.
I whispered to her, “Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” said Eri as if she were mesmerized, “it’s very comfortable!”
So I gave it a jerk. She let out another “ooh” and shuddered, but again, she wasn’t struggling. And the way forward wasn’t so difficult. It turned out that her structure was special, only the mouth was tight, but once it passed the mouth, it wasn’t so tight. It was easy to slide to the end. She didn’t seem to have encountered any obstacles in the middle of the way, nor did she feel that she had broken through anything. Of course that wasn’t the same as saying it wasn’t her first time. She didn’t need to lie to me, it was just that she reacted differently, and every woman reacts differently. That’s what happened to her.
At this point she was also writhing and moaning furiously, which let me know that she wasn’t having a hard time and didn’t need to be so careful.
I started to stroke, from fast to slow. I could feel that she wasn’t so tight, it was just that there was plenty of elasticity, and the movements were getting easier because of the increasing secretion.
Eri, despite her inexperience, had an instinctive response. She catered to me as best she could, and I could feel her climaxing again and again.
Her voice also showed that she was a unique person, for example, she was now moaning loudly and boldly, and sometimes she said that my thrusts were very deep and strong, not “too”, but “very”. I can’t imagine that she is usually quite shy, but when there are only the two of us, she would be so bold.
It also pins me down when she reacts this way, and it’s not easy to ground yourself. Psychological factors can also have a big impact. But I’m also a body builder, and I’ve long practiced holding back, so I can still hold back until I’m already aroused, and then I stop controlling myself.
Again, she had a strong reaction when I ejaculated and made a rather specific comment. She said that I was going to cum all over her. Most women don’t feel that, but she did. She’s really special, too.
When I was done in her, I went all soft and didn’t want to move. That’s how men are. The hardest thing to do at this time is if the woman is in a hurry to get up. If it is a betrayal of the woman, her work is finished, of course, is in a hurry to get up to wash, that is the most upsetting thing, because men always want to be able to give the warmth and softness of the package hidden, until the natural slowly out. In fact, women also like this – if the other party is a person they like. Buy back the woman some good service attitude, will also pretend to stop, “dip” for a while. The woman who is not so good at service will push you away in a hurry and get up to wash.
Eri wasn’t bought, so Eri didn’t have a service attitude, and I didn’t need to worry about that. I waited on her until she had naturally shriveled up and withdrawn before separating from her.
She said, “Did I make you comfortable?”
“It’s comfortable-” I gritted my teeth, always thinking that three words were still not enough to represent what I was feeling. In my heart, I wanted to do it with her again immediately, again and again and again, but at the moment I didn’t have it in me.
She curled up in my arms. That’s the good thing about women who aren’t bought. Bought back women will want to leave in a hurry after the deed is done, of course, if you give more money, some will stay with you for the night, but there is no affection for each other, and it’s not comfortable for all of us, so why bother? Unless it’s the kind of man who can do it many times a night. It’s not like I’m not capable of multiple times a night, but I don’t think I’m worth putting my life on the line like that with a bought woman. Eri was a different story, and I was glad she stayed with me.
Eri didn’t really talk a lot either, she just clung to my side and slept with me for a while.
She didn’t bother to wash it, she didn’t see the need to do so when she was out of sight of me.
Later, we woke up from a nap and she sat up and looked at me. She said, “Did you want it again?”
She saw that I was in a state of arousal, which was different from my earlier shrinkage. In fact, this is often the case when a man falls asleep and wakes up, because of relaxation, and more blood flows in, so it becomes engorged.
But I did want it again with her.
It’s a psychological want, and with her, it’s always more than enough.
I reached down to her body again and gently stroked it, but I was wary of doing so, and said, “Will you not be able to handle it? You’ve been …… just now …… don’t you have a hard time?”
She looked down, though that was not visible, especially to her, and if she couldn’t feel it herself, it was even less visible to look. It certainly looked even more imperceptible to me.
With a light touch, she said, “I thought I was supposed to be hard work, too, but then again, I don’t really feel hard work. It’s strange that you’re so big!”
Her hand came back up curiously to inspect it. She was much bolder now. Of course, not how shy one would be when the last hurdle had been cleared. She said, “It was dirty a moment ago, but now it’s not.” Yes, it was sticky and wet a moment ago, but now it was dry. It’s a strange thing, that when it’s wet, it looks dirty, but when it dries, it becomes a piece and falls down. When it falls down, it is not so wet, so it looks much cleaner. When it’s wet, it feels dirty.”
I told her this. She said, “I’m still wet again!”
I laughed and told her this whole thing was two completely different truths. She wasn’t out there, and that was certainly hard to fuck. And she herself was secreting, and her secretions were coming out one by one, still moistened.
Her hand moved like this and I was soon in a state of arousal again.
I still sat there admiring her. She sat up and had a different beauty again. I was yet to see it before this. She had been lying down – I mean after she had undressed.
Finally, I couldn’t resist and pinned her down again.
This time I lifted her legs up and rested them on my shoulders.
She said petulantly, “What are you stirring up here?”
I said, “I need to see better!”
That’s exactly what I’m going to do, to look at myself and conquer, and that angle is visible.
I could also see slightly some red at this point. Turns out she had some blood coming out too, but very little.
This is an angle that she would have been embarrassed by, but she was still able to withstand it, and she reacted quite strongly to it. It’s even stronger. I’m very slow, but she reacts very strongly, and that’s because it’s a very tight angle.
In just a few strokes, she had reached a very high peak.
It was like she was about to cry. That look and that voice were soul-crushing. Still, even though she didn’t object, I didn’t want to cripple her too much, so quickly, I put her legs back down.
She moaned, “You …… want to get me killed? Now you …… are just going to leave me alone!”
I just moved, kissing her lightly on one side. Then she said, “I …… It’s not like I’m uncomfortable …… But how much longer?”
“Soon!” I said.
I understand her reaction. Although it is enjoyable, but enjoying it too much, that is also bad and rather not. It’s the same with me. I am now only reluctant to do it, at all I do not need so much, but also can not give up, at this time because my semen stock is already empty, so it is not so easy to control. It’s not that I couldn’t hold back even though I wanted to, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I tried for a while before I was able to ejaculate.
After this, I let out a long sigh, as if I had died there.
I fell asleep quickly, though I meant to talk to her for a while longer. Instead, I just couldn’t hold my eyelids open. I hoped she would forgive me, men react like that, women often don’t understand and get angry because of it. She didn’t blame me, though, because when I woke up after a nap, she was asleep too.
I had to wait a while for her to wake up.
We talked for a while longer, telling each other how much we missed each other, but not about everything, there were some issues we avoided.
Then we slept again. She slept in my room. That’s the great thing about traveling away from home, in a city where I live at home, it would be hard for me to do a night with her and still go out together the next morning later.
The next day I was again out socializing with her.
I’m so weak. Last night was so crazy that my energy was not easy to support, and it was only good that I was holding on for dear life; I had many appointments lined up, all of them to settle business, and I was not able to go without them.
I still come back early in the evening. We came back after dinner.
It was still raining and she was more than relieved that her tour group was still stuck. She brought her clothes to my room and we took a shower together and then went back to bed together.
By this time my strength had returned and I was able to act again. But this time I was less frantic and more subdued and unforced.
I don’t want it twice, just once.
Afterward, I then asked her the question I couldn’t leave out, and that was the question of contraception.
She said shyly, “There’s no need to worry about that, my period, it’s coming in the next two days!”
I am much more relieved. Yi Li this person does things, sometimes although it is a bit capricious, but she is never reckless, so it turns out that she also has a number in mind. So next time, she will naturally take precautions and I don’t have to worry about it.