At first it is to see her photo just suddenly heart: student look, smile up dimples, long hair flowing, white large scarf neatly draped over the shoulder, really mesmerizing. At that time, although I know that the girl around the sarong is very good-looking, but the real fascination or from an early spring excursion to play in the outskirts of the countryside began, by his girlfriend step by step into the realm of that can not be extricated, such as intoxicated.
That time, we met up and she took me to her best friend who worked far away in the mountains, we hiked up the mountain and traveled all the way to her friend’s place a couple of hours later, also a petite and beautiful woman. I stayed with my girlfriend and she stayed with her coworker. Her friend made arrangements to work the next day and took us around after her shift with her coworker. My girlfriend knew it was cold in the mountains in early spring, so she brought along a large snow-white square gauze scarf to wear around her neck, and when it got hot walking, she took it off and put it in her carry-on bag.
Her friend took us out to play, also put on a big red scarf, and my girlfriend’s white scarf against each other, and two beautiful women, go out after the turnover rate is very high, I kind of happy in my heart Oh, simply pleased. Time flies really fast, in a flash is the third day. That afternoon we said goodbye to her friends, hiking down the mountain along the way, all the way she was full of spirit, jumping, I walked slowly behind, I can not see the silhouette of the time I looked around to find her, suddenly she jumped out from the side of the shock me, that kind of happiness is really unforgettable. Unconsciously walked to the edge of the mountain, we sat on a big rock to rest for a while. Look at the beautiful scenery of the mountain, the mood is very comfortable.
She sat down beside me and snuggled in, holding my arm close to her, her head resting on my shoulder. A moment later, the mountain wind blew, body can not help but shiver. She raised her head to look at me, said: “very cold ah?” I said nothing. In fact, hard to hold on, the man is well, come when the clothes are not as much as she wore, she did not feel cold, I was cold a little shrinkage of the neck. However, no matter how hard the mouth, the body’s slight trembling how can not be controlled, how would she not know? She raised her head for the second time, let go of my arm, and used her hand to remove the big snow-white scarf on her neckline, and wrapped it around me by hand!
That feeling is like a girl’s delicate skin gently caressing my skin, neck that comfortable feeling as if it will never stop, so comfortable feeling, I can not help but hug my girlfriend, excitedly kiss her lips, my penis can not help but raise its head stupidly. If not on the roadside in the mountains, we are afraid that we will immediately make love, so impulsive, the quality must be very good.
Was kissed dizzy girlfriend was not easy to catch her breath, blushing hands around my neck around the sarong, said: “you bad oh, want to smother me to death ah?” I still hold her tightly, did not say a word. A moment she raised her head, looked at me and said: “You surrounded by sarongs really good-looking!” I am a little embarrassed, although the path is very few passers-by, but still feel a little shy. She looked at me for a while, as if thinking, said: “Is not the sarong very comfortable?” I said: “Yes, I can not say that very comfortable feeling, simply called people intoxicated, and you give me around, I feel comfortable in addition, but also deeply feel that you love my heart! She said, “Oh, I see! It’s the sari that makes you so impulsive.
“I said:” Yes, completely unable to control the same kind of impulse.” She laughed, that kind of bad smile makes me creepy and curious: “What are you laughing at?” She said, “You’ll know when you get back.” I have not thought of anything else, just thought, maybe she is going to make a bad idea, let me keep wearing a sarong down the mountain back to the home. Sure enough, all the way down, she forbade me to remove the sarong. Because as I got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, the likelihood of encountering pedestrians increased, and I became more and more afraid in my mind that people would see me.
Seeing my embarrassment, she blamed: “What’s wrong with it even if someone sees, but also can not recognize you, afraid of what Oh!” I said, “No, no, no!” She said stupid! Help me put the scarf into two circles, knot and stuffed into the half turtleneck sweater inside. Tucked into the scarf caressed the skin under the neck, caressed on the chest, the feeling is even more impulsive! So cozy! She raised my collar a little, carefully organized and said: “This is good, right, other people can not see, you do not worry about it? Anyway, you are not allowed to take it off, always have to be around! Hmph!” This beautiful little devil!
I had to continue walking down the last hill, into the city, and back to her home. When her parents saw us coming back, they were busy preparing the meal and blamed us: “You’ve been gone for a few days, it’s like you’ve disappeared! Are you worried?” I had to giggle, she panicked to explain, pouting and screaming, her parents put her can not, a moment later, asked happily this and that: how to play ah? Is it fun? Some family stuff. I was so nervous with the scarf around my neck that I didn’t even dare to turn my neck much for fear that the scarf would be exposed if I turned it a few times. A moment to straighten the sweater collar, a moment to pat the chest smooth inside the sarong, haha, that ghost girl, a moment to look at me to look at me to do strange, a moment to come over to intentionally embrace my neck, so that I in front of her parents is like in torture.
Finally, after dinner, it was already 8pm. After dealing with her dad without a word, she was tired and ready to rest. She had a small room in another place, which she used only for sleeping, and usually went back to her parents’ place for meals. We said goodbye and walked hand in hand to the place we called the “Happy Hut”. She was happy all the way, and still have the spirit of jumping oh, I, although physical strength than her a lot better, but inside the neck of the gauze has been “torture” me for several hours, the kind of tired oh, simply can not be described, as always in the heart of the tightly collapsed a string.
It wasn’t until we arrived at her cabin a few minutes later that we were able to relax. She laughed out loud, “I knew someone was nervous today!” “I know someone who can’t stand it!” I was so angry that I chased after her to hug her to kiss as a punishment for her. Until the hold together slowly quieted down, are not talking, just feel that kind of warmth and serenity. Her beautiful face is red again, raised, looked at my eyes kozo, took the initiative to kiss my lips, kept saying: “I love you I love you!” I smiled happily, accepting her passion and warmth of deep love.
After a period of intimacy, she slowly raised her hand, stroking my collar, the inside of the sarong in her touch, very comfortable rubbing my skin, I can not help but impulse again, tightly embracing her, monkey-like kissing her, and wanted to press her to the neat bed. She gently pushed me away: “Go on, take a shower, see you anxious.” I had to let go of her, go to the bathroom in the room to turn on the water heater, adjust the temperature, out of the body quickly began to take off the clothes. Until it revealed the snow-white sarong, the kind of satisfaction in my heart and the feeling of caressing on my skin made me mesmerized. She was also taking off her clothes, saw the sari on my neck, came over and gently took it off, put it on the bed and folded it carefully and put it on the pillow. I love to see the sari neatly placed on the pillow, that moment my memory stopped at that time, such a cozy feeling!
As usual, we went into the bathroom together to take a shower, I loved to help her wash, the process was like caressing a fine artifact, and every time we took a shower together, it was a great pleasure. Showering together, fooling around together, going out together, and collapsing into her neat, fresh-smelling bed together. But today, for the first time, she left me in the bathroom after the shower and went out alone. I didn’t think much of it, and slowly rinsed, enjoying the moisturizing and cozying of the warm water flow, and humming a little tune, proud of it. The sound of the water clattering between the faintly transparent in the room like she rummaged through the sound, I think, this guy does not need to get turned upside down, it is not just looking for underwear Well, simply. Until she shouted impatiently in the room: “I’m cold! Hurry up and get out! I’m cold!” I just slowly turn off the water, dry body, naked pounced on her.
She was already lying naked under the quilt, looking at me proudly smiling. She didn’t look cold to me, she must have been screaming on purpose, I thought. I lay down next to her, noticing that the large snow-white sarong that had been on the pillow was no longer there, until my body entered inside the quilt, and immediately felt that something was wrong – simply that feeling, like entering the soft and comfortable realm that surrounds the whole body!
The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, and something I will never forget, so cozy, so exciting! I was surprised and dumbfounded, look at her, and want to uncover the quilt to see inside, in the end, what is it, I vaguely feel is the gauze like a wonderful touch. She rolled over and crouched on my chest, not letting me see: “Don’t move!” Her left hand pulled up a snow-white scarf from inside the quilt, the same one she had worn during the day. Scarf over the body, starting from the little brother, to the belly, to the chest, that kind of thrilling feeling, make my whole body a shiver, so comfortable feeling! She deliberately and slowly stroked the sarong over my freshly bathed body, and then came around the right side of my neck, across the back of my neck, and around my bare bare bare neck, loosely. It was like one of those dashing beauties on the street, purposely and haphazardly wrapping their sarongs around them, so casual but buttoned up.
So comfortable and intoxicating. I couldn’t help but tighten my arms around her smooth, satin-like body. “Not allowed to move oh!” She snapped again. Her hand slid downward, and passed through my chest, belly, and all the way down, as if that time was also frozen, so long. Finally, she gently gripped the source of my sensitivity, gently stroking, softly turning in circles, I couldn’t help but start to tighten my arms around her again, and she also moved her head a little closer to my chest, rubbing my nipples with her tender face. Her hand stroked for a while, letting go to slowly feel towards her thighs, and just as my sense of loss was rising, her hand pulled something else up from underneath somewhere, and it was a marvelous sensation, for I knew by touch that it was another sarong!
She turned her head and gently sucked and teased my nipples with her lips and tongue, her left hand holding the sari again gently caressing it over my pubic lashes, over my belly, over my chest and all the way up. I finally saw that it was a large light blue sari the same size as the snowy white sari I was wearing around me, as fresh as the sky, as crystalline, and as beautiful as the sky. She gently used this big light blue sari to caress on my face, gently rubbing and caressing my face, my nose, my earlobes, my lips.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the comforting beauty of this ancient experience. My pubic eyelashes had long since tilted their heads to the sky, a hardness like no other! My left arm was wrapped around her, my right hand was gripping the sheet around the bed as if I was helpless, my eyes were tightly closed, my body was so tense that I was in a daze of consciousness, all my senses were on my face under the touch of the sari and my nipples that she kept sucking and licking, reveling in the warmth of the veil and the deep feeling of being cared for with my whole being.
As she caressed my lips with the sari, I couldn’t help but open my lips to her caresses, using my tongue to experience the soft, comforting touch of the sari. When she saw my tongue sticking out, she took in the sarong, rolled over and covered my face with the sarong, kissing and licking my tongue through the light blue sarong, the feeling of having my face covered by a light veil was like being abused, I tried to open my eyes, but I could only see her light blue shadow dimly, I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the high level of sensual stimulation that she was bringing to me, and thought to myself, “Let me be carried by her all the way. I thought, let me be carried by her all the way, and go on, hoping that this time, will never end.
Her upper body was crouched right on top of me, and as she kissed me, her left hand was gently roaming again, my chest, my belly, my pubic loins, and my body shuddered for a moment, like I was experiencing the end of the world and didn’t know where the end was. I clung to her shoulders, my head under the sari, cradled by my right hand, as she kissed for a moment, caressed my face and lips with her chin and cheeks through the sari, her left hand roaming my lower back, a thrill that will never be forgotten.
But …… what I didn’t expect was that in my daze, I felt that already familiar feeling down there again – she had changed the trick again from somewhere, and was actually holding a sari in her left hand again! I was about to go crazy, that tender hand gently stroked the sarong directly onto my dick, all the time stroking and circling around down there, and I felt my hard-as-nails dick, already starting to rage with the desire to squirt, to let off steam! I couldn’t help but moan, and even as she kissed me, I made a sound like a whimper. Especially when she stroked my anus and perineum with her sarong, I finally couldn’t help but scream out loudly: “Ah ~~~~~~”
I held her tightly to my chest and let the sensation of peeing get stronger and stronger, even though I was about to take a big spill on the bed at the moment I didn’t care anymore. The gauze was stimulating my dick, stimulating my belly, my anus and perineum, the feeling was unparalleled, as she wrapped my dick in the gauze, the gauze sensation was strongly stimulating the sensitive head of my dick, she gently pumped it up and down, my screams were getting more and more urgent, finally I erupted strongly as she picked up the pace!
For the first time in such a short period of time, I was forced out of her fluids. My enduring ability to make love has always been a source of pride for me, and the focus of her greatest satisfaction and happiness. She whispered to me more than once: “I love you, love to be brought to the peak like this by you, by your gentle abuse.” However, tonight was the first time that she had gotten it out of me so quickly. I realized the pleasure of being forced to be taken to the peak, and the deep meaning of the words she said, this feeling is really called people can not help and unforgettable, the impression is so deep that can not be repeated. In the past, I always arbitrarily manipulate her body, see her in my manipulation of forgetful moaning and shouting, was my one time on the peak, let her cry and struggle, can not get rid of was forced to take the peak of the fate of that helpless and grumbling and so satisfied with the look, is my most proud of the masterpiece. But today, I was so “raped” by her, and the result is so that I have no regrets and ecstatic!
So many shots this time – the dick kept throbbing for ages as she gently wrapped the sari around her cunt-lashes and slowly went up and down, matching my cries and pulsations, and I was just subdued, guided, and gently pressed down, squeezed out of the last drops of her fluid. It was a long, long time, and when my welling stopped and my body went slack, I was exhausted, lying there with my eyes tightly closed, feeling my rapid breathing blowing the light blue gauze around my face, rising and falling.
I was so tired and hot, my throat was dry and I let out a muffled whimper. She let go of the sari and came up with her left hand to uncover that sari from my face, I was lost in thought as I looked at her beautiful face and watched her wide eyed kozo as if she was observing a monster from another planet, a treasure that belonged to her private collection, and she suddenly clutched my head tightly to her bare breasts, and kept on hugging and hugging. My neck was covered with sarongs, and the two light ones rubbed between us, and the feeling of being deeply loved by her had by now manifested itself. For a while, I heard her softly call out my name, murmuring it all the time, and I didn’t have the strength to answer. Until I felt the liquid in the lower body in the flow, tickling sensation makes me call out: “below!” She just suddenly realized like let go of my head, get up and gently open the covers.
What does it mean to love a woman tenderly and delicately? My experience now rises once more! Uncovering the quilt, my body felt the cold air of the early spring night, even though I had just come from a heat wave of writhing and struggling, I could still clearly feel a slight tremor of nakedness in the cold air. But it was immediately compensated by her delicate love: she turned around and pulled out a sheet from under the other quilt and gently covered me.
Ahh! So comfortable what is that? I looked up, it was a snow-white veil, that white, refreshingly soft gauzy touch, my whole body was relaxed, and I put my head down to my heart’s content to enjoy that feeling. I just entered the comforter, no wonder it’s like entering the soft and comfortable realm that surrounds the whole body like a light gauze, as a result, now all know, so much light gauze inside! “This is the soft yarn ah, I bought last summer to make dresses, comfortable, right?” I even said: “comfortable ah comfortable!” My heart was so cozy. She covered my body, in the place of the penis to pull open the soft veil, a hand holding the gauze wrapped in the head of the penis, a hand from my perineum out to the inside of the gentle pressure, upward squeezing, to squeeze out the remnants of the liquid.
Gently, the sari rubbed over the head of my dick, cleaning my lower body. It felt so good, so to speak, like nothing I’ve ever experienced and will never forget. I saw that the sari she picked up after wiping it clean to serve my happy dick was a large sari of pure pale pink color. She gently took the sari that was soaked with my fluids, crossed over to my body and placed it in the washbasin beside the bed. I saw a pink cloud float down and land gently in the brightly colored basin with such grace and beauty. She retracted her body, pulled down the light blue gauze from the side of my face, pulled it downward, and placed it on my pubic loins, gently arranging it like a padded diaper around my anus and dick, pressing carefully, then pulled on the Zozi gauze to cover my body, pulled the quilt back on, and lay down close to me: “Rest for a little while ah, be good and rest, and in a little while, let me serve you again and make you more comfortable.”
I finally understood what she said on the mountain. She said, “When you go back, you’ll know.” I think, is at this time to give me a surprise. I can not help but hold her tightly in my arms, the heart of that kind of happiness that kind of warm feeling strongly stimulate me. I like to be active in lovemaking, but I also like to be passive, to be served by my lover, to be guided and “abused”. But today this kind of surprise, is I will never forget, I deeply feel her love, female delicacy and motherly tenderness.
Being led by her in this way, the endless surprises stimulated me and made me long for what she said, “Let me serve you again and make you more comfortable”. I was grateful to her for being so attentive, for having observed that I liked the comfort of the gauze, and for having prepared me to enjoy the gauze to the fullest, and for having known that other gauze-like fabrics, such as the Zojirushi gauze, were also stimulating and comforting to me. Previously I did not notice how many of her sarongs, what color, today I just noticed, I think, in the future, will never be familiar with sarongs like letting go, that feeling like a brand deeply imprinted in the life, that is unique to women’s private items, she caressed me with her women’s intimate and private items, indicating that I am in the position of her heart and the degree of her deep love, are supreme.
There is nothing more mysterious for a man than to know and enter the space of the opposite sex, to enjoy the mysterious fluttering of the mind of the opposite sex, to have the deepest and most indulgent experience. There is no deeper love than to be caressed and fully invested by a lover than the vibrations and memories of this feminine veil tonight, more violently and bodily than ever before by her ministrations with her lips, tongue, and hands, more tapped into the deepest longings of the soul – longings that will, I think, henceforth and forever be with me for the rest of my life.