OUR trip more enjoyable

Just wore one month relationship, although both had the feeling that I had spent more time, as if we had known earlier, we really liked that feeling, because we associated with a clear indication that things were going really well The truth is that, at that time, our sex life was very active, sometimes even joking. on the need to look for us at all times, to hug, kiss … which in most cases derived mutual desire to undress and dive into a sea of ??touch. In the sexual arena, both are very open, with large predisposition to enjoy the other boundless; our meetings represented a real battle where the only weapons that caused wounds on the bodies sweets were kissing and petting, and in which both enjoyed moments of feeling seize power .

To celebrate our first month, we decided to go to spend the weekend to another city; the possibility of being in another place we stood before a wide range of possibilities, but think about the stay in a nice hotel room equipped with a large bed and gleaming whiteness, greatly excited our imagination; for most of the weekend we were given to pleasure, engaged in continuous battles very different graduation: sometimes we like to experience the feeling of leaving the responsibility to lead skyward on the other, which for example is used to translate into prolonged massages bearing on each and every one of the points and crannies of the body; other times, our bodies moved so that eventually we fell totally exhausted on the bed, and the ecstatic feeling that the heart was going to explode …

The arrival of Sunday afternoon seemed to represent the end of lust and debauchery, and the need to take a break; the truth is that our bodies and accused the trot to which they were subjected. We both felt happy, privileged to have been able to enjoy our love at its best. By midafternoon we had to catch the bus that would take us back to our place of residence, it was not too long trip, but at least we could get some rest during the journey. The truth is that it was a great time, so she was encouraged to dress in a flowing skirt that he liked particularly; she was extremely sensual, and liked to pronounce that aspect, so it felt good and also check that I was able to perceive their sensuality. However, despite the good weather, the temperature of March caused her stockings debiese get under her skirt, black stockings that look more stable long legs even more. She completed her outfit with a beautiful white blouse with a plunging neckline not too, and a thin fleece jacket.

When we arrived at the station we were surprised to see that not too many people, it seemed they were going to catch our bus should not exceed ten; when asked where he preferred to sit, after seeing that other people had settled in the middle or front part of the bus, he took me by the hand and was driving me back to the area in the last rows. The fact that no one was sitting behind, enabled us to give a full tilt to our seats so we could get some rest. It was nice being so, half lying in intercity bus transportation, oblivious to the rest of travelers, despite being in the same space; we kissed tenderly, we really liked continually feed our kisses. She took my hand and led her to her blouse, putting it on her breast; I do not miss the chance and began to tinker over his blouse, gently squeezing her breast with his hand. She responded passionately kissing increasing the viscosity of saliva showed me his excitement was adding to at times. Gradually, my fingers were half opening her blouse, suggesting a beautiful black bra with red flowers, the same as wearing the first night we made love. The caresses were becoming more intimate, my fingers would slip below the bra, which allowed me to enjoy his erect nipple.

From that moment there was no turning back, the bus had already left the station, beginning the most pleasant trip I’ve had in my life. My hand started down her belly to achieve their legs, I loved the softness of her skirt, and how easy it was to slide over her stockings. I made sure that none of the travelers were watching and let my hand slip under her skirt, wanting a glimpse of her black thong, matching bra, forming both a beautiful set of underwear. Note warmth over the thong, feeling that his breathing was becoming more agitated; He shifted in his seat, eager to facilitate access my fingers through her underwear … I managed to sneak my hand under her stockings and thong, and my fingers began to perceive how her sex was half opening, I could feel her wetness was flooding the area, prompting along with his passionate kisses, my excitement was also increasing. She wanted to feel it, and caressed my sex over trousers, feeling a lump that was becoming more visible; That caused the moisture that flooded her sex was still more, my passionate kisses and the way my fingers caressed her clitoris and sometimes adentraban slightly in sex, did she comenzase moaning very softly, aware running the risk that anyone could hear. The speed and pressure with my fingers caressed her sex were on the rise; although she bit her tongue trying to stifle the moans really wanted to express freely, the truth is that the curiosity of the situation excited her greatly. On the one hand, occasionally opened his eyes to make sure no one was watching, but on the other, when closed, could feel inside would generate a wave of pleasure of considerable size, he could feel was becoming more and bigger, how about to explode … I wanted to scream but could not, she would like to stand over me and ride me with his hip movement, but it was too risky. I noticed that she would burst into how pressed her lips to mine, in the extraordinary viscosity of saliva in your breath … disquietude; the outbreak of pleasure made let out a groan that was about to be heard by the other passengers.

But it does not stop there: after a brief pause, she undid the buttons on my pants and put his hand down my boxer. My excitement was evident, and she began to masturbate gently, leaving the skin of my sex to slide up and down …; the truth is that by then I was already very hot, because I really enjoy stroking and causing it to explode with pleasure again and again … I whispered in his ear that we were crazy to be doing that, but I loved that situation, since never he had done so crazy. At that moment something happened that did not really expect: she leaned over me and introduced my sex in her mouth, starting to caress with their warmth and softness; I shuddered with pleasure, the feeling I had when I felt was indescribable oral caresses. However, worried that someone could look, I tried to separate it, but she still clung to my sex more, showing me that this was not going to be back, I was ready to go all the way. Every time I stroked deeper, and then it was I who had to quell my soft moans, watching his head moved up and down, and each of these movements served to be intensifying my pleasure. She was well aware that, if followed, I was not going to take it anymore, but that does not seem to mind, I was really eager to make me explode, to see if he could hold my groans … I could not, I felt like my burst of pleasure was becoming more imminent once, going through my body and sliding into my sex to cause a tremendous explosion … It was too late to return, there was no going back, my burst of pleasure caused her would receive in her mouth a tremendous download, I was running in her mouth, and she was happy to receive my download, and ingiriéndola degustándola unabashedly. My body had downloaded all your stress, and she did not allow a single drop quedase. Then he came to my mouth and gave me a deep kiss, which allowed me to savor my own elixir, enjoy the sweetness of my own fluids … Then we melted into a big hug, and we inundating us with kisses all the way.

Actually, that was the most pleasant trip of my life, never would have thought that what happened that afternoon in the bus could get to happen, but the truth is that the experience loved us both, the curiosity of the situation heightened our desire so that now we contemplate new and risky scenarios, but these may conform another beautiful story.