She told her email when she left and OK, that’s the email that didn’t let us see each other again is never to see each other again. What a nice e-mail!
When we met again, she was wearing a high-necked Chinese blouse that covered her wonderful breasts to the hilt, and, I hardly recognized her, “I don’t recognize you with your clothes on.” Such a stupid thing to say made her laugh. We sat in the corner of the piano bar and I pinched her nipple with my hand through her dress, she quietly let me and I knew that she allowed it. Later, she told me that she realized what I wanted that day.
I stripped her down to her skirt in her office, but she persisted, and this time I finally realized that her husband was in the US, and that she would only allow me to play with her on a limited basis. At my home, in the corner of the lab, in her office, she sucked and tit-fucked me, she didn’t hesitate to swallow my cock, I played with her breasts, she milked me, and it was the most unusual experience I’ve ever had. For the first time I learned that a woman’s milk oozed from several points on her nipples, not from a round hole. But she never would let me rape her.
In the pool, I pushed my cock against her hole through my shirt, and she moaned when I did. I told her that in the same stretch of time I was penetrating another woman in this pool water and she just laughed at me for playing.
I won’t mention how much effort went into it, but I finally got it in her, and I can’t tell you how comfortable it was. Very soft, rather loose, lots of water and no difficulty in getting in. We were both letting off steam and I sprayed on her stomach, fearing that she would get pregnant, because I didn’t expect to get her, I didn’t even have a condom, so I had to do it.
After spraying I thrust again, she didn’t even move when I did but I realized she was already letting out, she was no longer clinging to her defenses and letting me play with her painfully, her not moving was enough of a let down. I squirted onto her stomach again, she smeared the cum herself and said it was cosmetic, I was only sorry I couldn’t squirt it into her pussy.
I only penetrated her so twice, and she never allowed me to penetrate her again, as if penetrating her happened on the moon, and she was still guarding her body. I felt that she must be suffering in her heart, and I told her that I would always remember that I was her man, and that I would be good to her. But she frowned and said that she was most afraid to hear me mention this, and that she was going to the US next month to accompany her.
Goodbye, what a charming woman. I’ve had so many women, but she’s so charming.