The kiss

Frustrated, Sybill stands in front of the wardrobe and pushes the stirrups back and forth and will not find anything. Nothing nice, nothing new jumps to her. What, too, for what? She has settled herself in her little world, has hardly any contacts, lets all the fetuses fly and is satisfied. Is she? Thoughtfully, she paused for a moment.

Why then do the dreams, which more and more often bring their inner soul to a boom? Why, on sleepless nights, do the doubts cast upon them like a fine spider net, and take her the air to breathe?
The setting sun blinks through her window and wraps the room in a warm, golden veil. Suddenly she thinks of Maren. Her best friend, a light-headed artist, will leave her annual Mottoparty rise this evening. There she must go. Otherwise, has seriously threatened her, she will delete the monthly tea-champagne-coffee-snack afternoon from her calendar. Sybill does not want to risk that.
Years ago she was there.
A torrent recalls them and a magical stream returns them to the temple of sensuality. Their thoughts dissolve, dissipate in a touch of exotic fragrances, time and space fuse together and sweep a tingling warmth into their lap. She is floating between dancing couples,
A last sunbeam hides them and brings them back to the ground. Pleasantly confused, she collected her thoughts and panicked a little. She’s late.
Quickly she slips into tight trousers, a matching top and in her favorite piece, a slightly worn black leather jacket.

Sybill captures an unexplained mood. The falling darkness embraces the city, spreads invisible bands; Over dark buildings, streets, squares and trees, and the few people on their paths, wherever and whenever they sink into a soothing anonymity.
She is impressed and immersed in an exciting atmosphere.
Maren spotted them at the door, rowed toward her with arms spread out, and greeted them stormily. Seconds later, she dragged her from one standing table to the other, passing through cork-licks in hidden niches, inviting her to linger. At the same time, she proclaims, “that is my friend, Sybill. I would have quit her friendship if she had not dived today. So I lured the lame aunt from the sinking. She can be seen, can not she? “She laughs.
Her green eyes spray flashes and the torn red hair head moves in all directions. A fireball equals itself, with two champagne glasses in its hands, shafts through perspiring bodies, which, tightly entwined, lend themselves to lambada sounds exciting and scattering numb smells.
Sybill perceives some curious, also estimating, looks, feels wet kisses on her face, and touches on her tight bottom. Her emotional world reigns briefly, but she is powerless. The heated mood mercilessly takes her into a whirl of lust and longing.
She turns around and takes Maren’s glasses off. “Let me get some air,” she hisses halfway, stepping toward a slightly higher, standing table.
“Excuse me, I’m a little upset,” her friend with a dachshund look. “I’ll leave you alone now, but I’ll be right back. You must know a lot of people
to learn.”
Sybill breathes deeply and lets her gaze wander. Striking paintings with erotic lusts adorn the walls and clearly bear Marens handwriting.
The colors of Brazil swing gracefully through the room, lose themselves radically in the dome-like ceiling and give it, in accordance with various sculptures, a special ambience.

Some couples amuse themselves in the atmosphere of sensual lighting and Brazilian rhythms.
‘What am I doing here?’ She ponders and looks at Maren dancing with a great-looking man. He is young, very young, has a mad figure, pitch-black hair and glowing eyes. His hands caress everywhere and she leaves him their makellose body. Full of devotion, the two sink into a long tongue kiss, forget their surroundings and merge with each other.

Silent whisper penetrates her psyche and she listens to herself. `What you want here? Everything already forgotten? `Bubbling her heart. `Ha, do you believe it here to find the puzzel particle that is still missing? ‘Mocks the mind. “Come on, let’s go! “ And who thinks of me? “Her soul announces. The mind has lost.
Hypnotized stares Sybill on the dance floor. Her hands are sweating, she pulls in the loins, and her pelvic muscles work as if by force, fast, ever faster. Heat spreads out. She presses her buttocks together tightly and a wave of sweet impulses hops
Through their intestines.
She clearly feels a glance at the neck. It becomes very sluggish in the stomach. She sneaks a glass of champagne, looks out of the corner of her eye to the man on the wall and disappears onto the terrace. She puts on a cigarette and a slightly shameful grin flits across her face.

“The little lifeguards do not quite agree, or Sybill?”
A dark, incredibly sexy voice brings her down from the emotional carousel. If Maren chattered, it shoots her through the head, woe! Only she knows her most secret thoughts. Then she realizes that the secret observer stands beside her.
“What’s wrong, Sybill? I can call her that, Maren asked her, no answer?
Now she gets annoyed almost mad at herself, for fear of losing control. His voice, his bewitching smell, hit their minds down to the taboo.
“With the self-satisfaction it worked,” he continues. “The feelings are there, the longing, the desire to touch, why not go a step further, perhaps just a kiss, the lips as erogene zone again?”
He gets closer and the body contact confuses them to the utmost. Your knees become soft. As in a trance, it easily fluctuates, unable to produce a sound.
Leaning on the edge of the terrace, he carefully looks at her face and draws it gently to herself. Her muscles tightened, but she kept his eyes open.
Warm lips lie down on her mouth. Surprised Sybill closes her eyes and her inner world flourishes, everything becomes soft, soft and willing. Butterflies dance in their tummy and carry them away.
For a feeling eternity, she stands motionless before the strange and yet so familiar man. He pushes a hand carefully under her jacket and she leans slightly.
His lips begin to move, nibbling and sucking softly over their mouth contours. She replies the kiss and the pressure becomes stronger, more demanding. The tongues of their tongues touch each other, circling and dancing together, and go on exploration.
Enchanted feelings flood their soul, caress every tiny nerve. Feelings she has not felt for years. She presses firmly into his arms and feels the growing masculinity very clearly on her thigh.

A light wind carries a calling voice, and tears them apart.
My God, at the right moment, sneak Sybill’s thoughts and silently pulls them back. She wants to disappear through a side door. She is locked and she presses into the dark door frame.
“Robert! Where are you? It echoes again over the terrace. “Here, Clair, I’m here,” replied the stranger somewhat tormented. Now she at least knows his name, establishes Sybill, and can not suppress a smile.
Completely resolved, a busty blonde hangs up to the wanted and hangs himself to his neck. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, eternally” she whispers a little reproachfully and kisses him passionately. Her hands reach for his face, over the muscular body, and linger on the vault in his pants.
“Oh,” she moaned voluptuously and stroked over again and again. “Let us go, I have discovered a cozy corner for us.”
Robert does not make any moves to change seats. “Then just here,” she asks excitedly and pulls him onto the Hollywood swing. He pushes Clair off and gets up halfway. Their eyes meet for a few seconds, leaving Sybill freeze, but in the deepest of hearts true sensory storms are raging. Her only wish – run away, she can not. The expression in his face, a mixture of astonishment, displeasure, compassion, and desire, will not be forgotten for a long time.
“Come, finally take me, I want to feel you,” whispered the blonde in a hotter voice.
He jumps up jerkily, pulls them up and turns them around. Hastily he tugged her tight skirt up, the sexy underwear and opened his pants. With a suppressed groan, he penetrates into her.
Small, enchanted tones vibrate in the warm air, flee through Sybill, and carry them, separated from all earth, into a sphere of sunken desires and fantasies. Full of devotion, she caresses her body, taps with the pelvis to the beat of the received rays and plays with the buttocks, until innumerable erotic vibrations dominate their inner life.
Her breathing becomes faster, sweat spreads the way between her breasts and follows the hand, which glides over the wild pulsating Venushügel, then to firmly press into the damp, hot Vulva. In quiet ecstasy, Sybill, in the shelter of the secret night, lingered until the quivering ceased, the trembling ceased.
At the Hollywood swing, it has become quiet and two shadows flit past her.

In the studio the party is still full. She can not find Maren anywhere; So away from here. At the door she meets Robert.
“Where is it to go? I can drive her, he offers her. “No need, I’ll take a taxi,” she repels coolly.
“Sybill, please, my driver is standing outside, he repeats his offer and looks serious, almost sad in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment and listens, somewhat wistfully, the sound of his voice. Then she nods and follows him to the car.
They do not speak a word during the journey. In the rear-view mirror, she catches an astonished look and must smile inwardly. Probably the chauffeur wonders about his passenger. In front of her house she thanks herself and gets out quickly. Robert also leaves the car and looks after her. She feels it and she is pleasantly warm around the heart.
She turns around and runs back, smiles over his face and lays her lips on his mouth for seconds.
“It was just a kiss and it was wonderful, thank you”

Two years later, Italian night was announced, Sybill is back on Maren’s terrace.
A stranger stands beside her.
“And Sybill, have we practiced diligently?” A warm, deep voice penetrates her ear and drives her the heat into her body.
“Rather not,” she answers, looking excitedly in the face.
“We want to continue where we left off,” says the familiar stranger and takes her firmly in his arms.