Milf`s anal

I am 27, in the sixth semester and had to move to another city because of an internship. As a student, you are always broke, I rented a small building in the Plattenbau. Only Asis as neighbors: drug addicts, drunkards, here and there a sufferer, who lives also from the Bafög and from the air.

Because you still have no friends, no girlfriend in the big, foreign city, you are eternally horny, and constantly ready to fuck anything that has a pussy. The grooves are not sufficient to permanently satisfy one, and they can not be used frequently because of the limited money resources. I always lack the closeness to a person. It is clear for a long time that a woman has to come.

I knew her already from the face, but I did not perceive her properly, as I was busy in the first weeks of my move with the daily shortcomings. She is around forty, and lives a floor below me. We once shared the elevator, and I had the opportunity to look closer. She was quite slender, her hair was dyed with dark blond hair, which were shaped like a permanent wave, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Life has left a few traces in her face but she is nice to look at and has a feminine look. I held the door for her as she left the elevator.

She said “thank you” and smiled. I arrived at home with a bump in my pants. What could be done with her, I had a thousand perverse ideas. I would get her so well in all three holes that she had to take the next day free.

Older women, in the forties, like me the best, because the relationships with them do not commit to anything – it is only about sex. You do not have to move, make them dance and play a caring man to impress them. That is why I chose on my rare sexabendteuren always older hookers, because of which the price performance ratio is true. If you are in bed with a woman fifteen years older than yourself, you fill yourself like a school boy on a trip. At least it is with me, she sits down, opens her legs, without fear that you think she is nuttig; Will not be red because she has looked at your cock directly; Watch carefully your actions as to determine whether you have done your homework well, and do not feel ashamed that she will not be wet like an eighteen-year-old, but will give you a can of glide cream. And after you come, she does not run straight into the bathroom, but stays with her legs bent on her back, so you can watch as your sperm flows back from the vagina. Well, the last argument is invented, but these are essentially the things I value in such relationships. To be precise, it was my first experience of this kind. I have heard beforehand that many students have such relationships, and have also wanted something uncomplicated in order to get through the hard, sexless period of study. Proper relationships come after graduation, was my motto.

In the next few days, I got so excited by the internet that I stank; I was ready to go down to her, just to ask her if she wanted to fuck. In the next time we met often by chance in the elevator, I must have made a harmless impression on them, because recently, when I went up, she asked me if I was a student. I said I would study communications engineering. In thought, I was already with my hand in her underpants, and sucked on her right nipple. When she said that she had problems with her TV, I knew she was going to run with her. I had an apprenticeship as a TV technician before my studies. You really do not learn for school, but for life. Then I said that I would look at their TV (in thought, “or at least your clitoris”). She said that she would be happy if I could just look at what I was saying, that I would be at her next time with her (in mind “or in your mind”).

Next Saturday I took a deep shower, sprayed me with deodorant. I then wondered if I should go before I go down, but then let it be. Then I took the multimeter and the soldering iron with me, and went. Although the soldering iron was superfluous, because my cock was so hot that I could take it to the soldering.
Around two o’clock in the afternoon, I stood outside her door (the time when most people think about what to do with the rest of Saturday), and I rang the bell. It was almost like a hooker to visit, with the difference that this time I was not sure if I would have sex at the same time. After the second ring, she opened the door. She probably did not expect anyone, and had a dark blue training pants and a gray knit sweater.

– Day. I just got some free time. If they would, I could now measure their television, – I said.

“Ah, that’s nice of you, come in,” she replied.

She had a two-room apartment. The TV was in the living room.

– My name is Alicia, – she said.

– Sebastian, I replied, – and gave her her hand. She had a slack hand print, which I did not like. Hopefully their tits are different,

– I thought to myself.

– Well, I have the problem that the channels do not always interfere, – she said.

“Ok, I’ll try,” I said.

“I’ll put the coffee on,” she said, and disappeared into the kitchen.

I took the service and tried to turn the TV on – no reaction. The battery cover removed, and the cause was already

The batteries have expired. Have the dripping, contacts with a screwdriver scratched, and just looked around for new as she entered the living room.

– Your batteries are running out, I said with a proud grin.

– Oh. Was it that? I exchanged them about a month ago.

– Well, that may already happen, – I said, – do you have two new?

She fetched a four pack from a drawer. After the installation, the TV switched on immediately.

– That’s so great. A technician would have cost a fortune. Thank you very much.

– Well, what do you have neighbors, – I said.

– Will you stay? We drink a coffee, – she asked, pointing to the couch.

– Gladly, I said.

Then we drank the coffee for a while, looked at a stupid talkshow, and talked to us. It turned out that she had been divorced for five years, had no children, and worked as a clerk at the AOK. It did not look like we were going to fuck today. I still told her that I was new to the city, that I had to move because of the internship, and that I did not know anyone in the city. When the conversation began slowly, I took the courage to ask her if I could kiss her.

– What do you think of it when we sign a contract? – she asked a question.

– A contract?

– Yes. I mean, we’re both lonely in this city. I need the same way as you have some humanity and closeness without having to enter into a relationship. The terms of the contract would be so that you three times a week past me, clean in the apartment, do the shopping and then you can spend the Saturday with me, and we fuck all day long as you want. I swallow too. So everyone has something of it, – what do you mean?
“That sounds reasonable,” I replied, as if it had been dawned. It was all as formal as if I were making a mobile phone contract. I had a totally red head, and I did not know what to do. Finally, I asked when I should come next week. She said Monday, Wednesday and Friday would be best fit. Then she said, because I repaired her TV, we could make something today, but not vaginally, since she has her days. I then asked if I could kiss her. She said yes, if you like.

I then asked her if she could lie on the couch on her back, and kneel her legs in her knees and open her thighs, which she then did without words. I then put on the knee next to the couch, and kissed her on the mouth. After a 10-second long tongue kiss, she had to turn her head away to catch air. I got her breathing through the nose, because you can kiss as long as you want. Then we kissed for a few more minutes, which made her cheeks all red. Then I massaged her stomach with her right hand through the sweater, and she put her hand under her head and watched me.