Sexjob Part 2

Marita clicked again in her profile and wrote in “Search”:

I am looking for a man who massively but also tenderly massages the back and shoulders and is ready to ignore all other body regions.

One click and the profile was complete.

Marita was already aware of what she was writing. After all, the men wanted to be paid with sex. But she was about to find someone, if at all, who, like her, would slowly approach this thing and live with a no. For it would certainly be difficult for her to pull out before a strange man.

She was sure she would not find anything, and she gave up before she went to bed.

As Marita moved out, she noticed that her mouse, excited by this side, was quite wet. In his mind, Marita began to play and fell asleep after a wonderful orgasm. She dreamed of being spoiled by a man with a mask.

The alarm clock ripped Marita out of this beautiful dream and mechanically made her ready for the work. On this day there was much to do and she did not worry about the previous evening.

After the end of the evening she went shopping and prepared the evening meal at home. She reinstated the movie and she started her laptop while she bite her bread.

‘Is there anyone who has reported to me?’ It went through her head.

‘Oh, who is so stupid and goes to my search?’

Nevertheless, the curiosity prevailed. Marita opened the page, came to her and looked at her messages in astonishment. Twenty people had reported. Carefully let them through one after the other.

The first one immediately resented her. Very directly and with swine words she was insulted. She wanted to have everything but give nothing.

Also the next ones were more or less rough and some even described exactly what they wanted to do with it. Some described exactly the size of their limbs, which was certainly exaggerated, since the size would have fit rather to a horse. Up to sadistic descriptions.

Disappointed, Marita wanted to stop reading. “Are all men pigs?” she thought.

As if by a compulsion, she continued to read. The last message, on the other hand, differed from the others, and they read them more precisely.

Hello Beautiful Stranger,

Have only been reported on this site for two days and have read your search today.

I like it, that you leave open, whether it should come to more, or just stay with the light massage. I am a man who is already satisfied if he can only caress a beautiful woman. But not that you think I’m perverse.

I only find that there is still more than just fucking fucking.

I would appreciate if you contact me.

Marita went through the individual lines again. “Is there really a man who only did what a woman allowed without thinking of himself?”

When she thought of the first mails, it seemed to her like utopia.

She opened the profile of the Lord.

A picture with a headless man opened. He was clothed in a pair of jeans and had a denim shirt covering a light belly. It was not a lump, but a middle prosperity mob.

Marita liked it because they did not like men who did not like bodybuilding.

Even more interested, she read the further details.

Gender Male

,I hope so’

Age: 52 …

, Ok, that fit. ‘

Measurements: 185cm tall, 94kg heavy

, Which was a good relationship ‘

Status: divorced

, As with me ‘

City: H ….

, Who lives also in the same city as me!

Offer: Everything a woman wants. From craftsmanship to pampering.

, Sowas there is certainly not, ……. a handyman man who can spoil a woman ??? And then he does not want any further consideration? He probably applied a little too thick. “

Marita thought back and forth. Should she answer? This was certainly a perverse spinner, who wanted to get so close to women. … But maybe also a shy guy who really wanted to meet a woman.

“What the hell?” Marita gave herself a jerk. , … everything is anonymous. I can get out at any time. ‘

She wrote back:

Hello interesting man,

I’ve read your message She was the only one of many who responded to me and so I write back. I hope your statements are honest and you are not as perverse as the others, but they write it very directly.

I would like to know more about you.

She did not expect any reply in the foreseeable future, so she looked at the news on the TV.

Marita was all the more astonished when her laptop announced with a ping.

There was a new message from the unknown. He seemed to be online.

Immediately she began to read.

Hello Beautiful Woman,

I can understand your concerns. I can assure you only in writing that I am not devious. For me it is the greatest time when a woman smiles at me happily, because she was just as spoiled as she wanted.

If you want, we can get to know about the chat.

Marita was only right. She was now more than curious and, strangely enough, began to forget more and more her initial misgivings and throw her old principles overboard. After all, she has always been an opponent of Internet acquaintances.

This man, however, spoke a page in her, which she did not even know of herself.

She opened her chat window and answered. Immediately the man replied.

He: Hey … I’m glad you’d like to know more about me.

She: You just made me curious, because I think there are no men like you.

He: I can imagine. Perhaps I am a little devious in the sense of the so-called normal men. It is enough for me to caress a woman. If she is still naked, I am more than happy. But if she only caresses through my, or even by herself in my arms an orgasm, then I am the happiest man in the world.

She: Now you’re wearing a little fat. What would you have of it?

He: If I may, I would make it myself in her presence, or afterwards when I am alone. That would be enough for me.

She: Sounds funny. Why do not you like everyone else that it comes to sex?

He: I would not mind. But I believe that a woman with me has light problems with it.

She: Now, do not start by saying that you have a limb as large as a horse and is afraid to hurt a woman.

Marita was now somewhat angry and regretted it almost already, almost at all on the matter to be entered.

He: Absolutely not … her chat partner came back.

Exactly the opposite is the case. Mine is smaller and thinner than the average man, and I think that he will hardly suffice a woman.

Especially since I’ve already said the one or the other, he still afterwards.

Marita thought. Should it really be true? Was there something like that? Why not … But a man who admits that he has too little? Umgedreht was rather normal … that she had read in the other offers more than enough.

Again, the laptop came back with a ping and interrupted her thoughts.

He: Are you still there?

She: Yes … I just thought.

He: Now you’re probably disappointed just like other women and would rather have something with one that is bigger.

She: For God’s sake, no. Just the opposite. I am of the opinion that not the size is decisive, but the man who is attached to the thing.

I was just thinking about whether I should meet with you. You made me curious. But also honestly admit that I am a bit afraid. Writing can be a lot.

He: I can understand. As a woman it is certainly more difficult to take this step. We seem to be living in the same city, and we could meet in some kind of ice cream café or something.

She: Sounds good. How do we recognize each other?

He: I’ll be in the same outfit as in the photo. You will recognize me. If I do not tell you, you can go silently again. I will wait a little longer and then disappear. Otherwise, you just sit down with me.

You: OK … agree … where?

He: You decide.

She: Dear you. Something you know well. I have a car and go anywhere.

He: All right. Not far from me is a very nice ice cream parlor. … You are quite undisturbed at this time. It is ….

He called her the street. Marita was surprised. It was close by … by car maybe five minutes away. What a coincidence. In such a big city, two met in the Internet and then hardly lived apart. If so, Marita thought and wrote back

She: I’ll find … in an hour I can be there.

He: How still today?

She: Is not that right? Do not you have time?

He: Yes, but … I would never have dared to dream. See you soon. I’ll wait.

You: I’m coming.