A hard day, very, very hard, two controls and two extra classes for that damn group of Austrians. From from the curly ha

A hard day, very, very hard, two controls and two extra classes for that damn group of Austrians. From from the curly hair to the painted toenails a sharp pain Be strong over your entire body. The fatigue was such that even Thinking was arduous and difficult. Almost automatically he had driven from his work to home, the infernal traffic turned his nerves into conductive threads of electricity, intermittent shocks at the slightest noise kept him company. Because he didn't have or didn't eat, he had a bad coffee with a sandwich and he finished the day with the tube of painkillers in his hand. He parked his car as best he could and with a tired step he headed to his house, in the portal and as usual, the doorman's cot appeared, He reluctantly crossed the well-known courtesy greeting and entered the room. elevator. Already in front of her house, I take the bunch of keys out of my bag and after opening the door of his home, turned on the light in the hall, closing it after automatically the access door, I take the wireless and checked the messages on the answering machine and as always a couple of them left by their mother, one more due to confusion and then silence; and as usual the cell phone had been on for a while It was disconnected. Finally privacy! That thought encouraged a little to the fainting Mercedes. Finally I'll be able to get into the bathtub, he thought to himself, while with a quick step through the idea, he headed towards the service, he entered into it and without delay he moved to one side the screen that covered the gap in the bathtub, turned on the hot water tap and checked with my hand the temperature that I know became more and more pleasant to the touch the more I turned on the cold water tap; the vapors began to become dense in the service, the glass of the screen and the mirrors gradually fogged up, tiles began to drip due to condensation, he let his bathtub go filling while adding the bath salts and foaming gel. He left the room, closing the door behind him, wandering for his bedroom. Without stopping walking towards the living room, Mercedes opened the buttons of his jacket with his right hand, while his left hand hung the phone on its charger, he finished taking off the garment on the way From the kitchen, there, he opened the small refrigerator and took out a pre-cooked dish that he placed in the oven, he turned the timer wheel and I connect it; Not everything in life consisted of salad sandwiches with crab meat, he thought. She left the room fighting with the buttons of her blouse, these They became strong between the strip embroidered with lace trim that adorned the chest, little by little they submitted, and just when they arrived in front of the team of music the last one gave way, it opened wide the blouse by removing it from the waistband that held it inside of the skirt; Thus, her white lace bodice was exposed and whales that adjusted Mercedes' size. I search through the pile of CDs and the latest one and more hidden was the chosen one, the music was already playing and he moved his fingers of his left hand to the rhythm, thanking Saint Bettoven for his "sonata "moonlight" and he now headed to the bathroom that he opened, Being greeted by a puff of hot, humid steam, she closed both faucets and reduced the lighting power of the room. Already in the bedroom I definitively separated the blouse from her body, it fell silent with a heavy flight on the bedspread in front of the mirror. With both hands she turned the skirt around her waist, not without some effort, due to the narrowness of its shape, damned tube and how tight it fits over the hips, he rebuked himself, more than once he had to reinforce the seam of the central crack for fear that it would give way during the day, cheering thus the sight of those lascivious madmen. With wiggles and leg movements similar to those performed when climbing stairs, I go down little by little to his knees and from there to the ground in a breath. Between the skirt, as if it were a scarf, were her shoes, those torturers with high heels and fine toes, that with the step over time they were made of lead while their shine faded due to the ground dust. With a little jump he took out one leg and then another, it seemed like he was coming back to childhood playing rubber, with a calculated leg movement, He lifted the garment that was placed on the hanger in the dressing room on the tip of his foot. He then noticed his shoes, with little desire he crouched down, flexing when lowering both legs together to avoid insidious glances, As he turned to the side, he smiled, Mercedes, you're alone, it hasn't been long before. So much caution is needed, he told himself, and relaxed his posture, separating his legs. when starting the climb and he stayed for a few moments looking in the mirror. Seeing herself almost squatting, with her black stockings up to her half of her thighs held by the garters that clung to her garter belt sticking out between the legs of her black, but transparent panties, in clear contrast with her immaculately white half-cup bodice, she felt rapturously sexy. The thought lasted as long as the elevation lasted. He raised one leg first, freeing, not without difficulty, the stocking of his fastening, top strap first, small clasp clinging to the delicate fabric, the fine and transparent lace embroidery, made contrast with the white skin of the leg. Gently the fingers made a small roller with the fabric that began to roll over the skin, going down towards the inside of her shapely thighs, the pressure of both hands It ran along the calf to end at the fine ankle. He felt a slight tingle produced by the friction of the silk and the hand, I take the stocking off the foot and with a shake, I unscrew the first stocking to place it gently as he lowered his leg over the foot of the bed. He did what same with the other leg and just like before, he felt the same again tickling, only now, he wanted something more intense, he didn't give it importance and with the same delicacy I place the liberated media next to its twin. He now sat on the foot of the bed, raising his right leg, placing it on the left, to reach the foot with his hands and give himself a slight massage his sore fingers, he looked in the mirror and observed that the posture was attractive, It had just enough separation to show his crotch covered by the panty, which, due to its most transparent area, was so light that it presented the beginning of her vulva clearly, and what about the hairy and well drawn pubes? So visible even covered. A chill ran down his spine as he drove at high speed. because of his spine, he did not want to give more importance to his thoughts, I separated both legs without attention trying to change the situation. He was now massaging his left foot; He was curious, he looked at his image and it was exact to the previous pose, "not that he did it on purpose, he reproached himself" while he looked at his beautiful crotch again, with curiosity he separated spread the legs even more, placing the foot in doubtful support On the knee that supported him, he arched his back, forcing himself forward. waist and raising his pelvis a little more, his pubis was then seen more bulging, the closed lips of her vulva were even more marked enclosed in the fabric of the panties, this being held by the weight of Its owner stopped and allowed the body to move. inside. Now the opening of the vulva was in the transparent area of the lace, the area where the lips meet looked like this with more clarity; the tiny promontory that formed in the center of the Mount of Venus, the fleshy lips that from there began their separation, someone who was not allowed to see inside was well known to her. "The water must be cooling," attention was drawn abandoning his own contemplation; without desire he rose on his legs, I took a position on both feet, already well established, and inserted my thumbs between the elastic and the waist, just above the hips to start to undress her pubis, the panties began to give way, first she became strong on the buttocks that I drew while being spanked to avoid being removed from his place, the leaning of the torso forward and the little tugs made the the fabric, a last obstacle to avoid, with the games his lips had kissed the fabric so lovingly that it had been literally absorbed Because of them, in the perineum it was evident how adherent the cloth, he once again separated his legs so that he was definitively thigh-high panties. This vision disturbed her more. If possible, he released the garment as he stood up, by action of gravity along with the characteristic wriggles he definitively fell on its feet and with a slight shake I raise it to fall between the hands of its owner. He entered the service again, released a third of the retained and cold water to fill with hot liquid and be able to finish bathing. He went out again, more and more naked was his wandering around the house. Already in his room, concentrating on the last piece of clothing that covered his torso, I noticed the volume of his nipples, elongated and fat like caped cats, in a perfect erection that revealed the excitement he had, "it couldn't be," Mercedes said, He thought again for the umpteenth time on Friday afternoon, "Of course," he apologized, "it's been about a month since I I make love more than my computer", instinctively, I take the cake her hands to her breasts, which, like her nipples, had become engorged ready to be given reassuring caresses. The touch of a mixture of fabric and skin became light when both were raised above the breasts. hands in a very special and intimate caress, while squeezing his fingers over the chest channel and with the final edge of the palm, gently pinched her nipples, the pressure exerted moved her half cups towards chest, causing Mercedes to bite her upper lip joy. Out of the corner of his eye he looked at the moon in the closet, he saw himself so splendidly female that her vagina oozed its juices like never before, just the sound of fully open faucet brought her back to reality, she jumped and let out her breasts in two strides she entered the bathroom just in time, the Water was already beginning to slide over the edge of the bathtub. Shaking his head he headed for the door with his hands working. on his back, one by one, the brackets gave way and little by little he was Noticing how the garment stopped hugging her, she didn't even stop to pick it up. from the floor when he collapsed from her body, he left her there between the bathroom and the bedroom as immobile proof of his anger. The white satin that made up her breastplate, trimmed with equally white lace with ribbons narrow that lovingly circumvent its perimeter dotted with seams that moor the plastic whales lay now cold and endured for the half cups that were previously pregnant with warm and voluptuous With her stark nakedness, she approached the bathtub, a classic piece, tall and big, where stretching is an obligation and not a necessity, with enough width to allow the swing of love when you have it, the ocher colored faucets, it matched perfectly with the tub, two Separate faucets placed high above the headboard seemed handholds, she imagined receiving a man's shoving while she grabbed both pipes in order to offer his rump without fear of falling, this thought threw the spark to the detonator, his neck burned like wildfire and the heat rose up his neck to his ears. He placed one of his hands on the hot water faucet, caressing it. tenderly, while he slowly introduced the leg to acclimatize it to the temperature, first the fingers a little later the instep until the heel, then from the ankle to the knee; then I continue with the ritual for the other leg, already standing over the tub and with the hands like support, he began to flex his trunk to bend down. Your flexed buttocks allowed the water to play with her torrid vulva. The humidity and temperature of the water made him repeat the action once. and again, producing an indescribable, almost mystical pleasure, This was added to its own humidity, which, far from having decreased, increased when he felt the cold of the room envelop his body, the touch of his lips forced by her thighs were putting her in such a high climax who was surprised by moaning in time with his movements. Finally she was able to sit down, but not before noticing on her breasts how the temperature it excited them more and more, the nipples wanted like torpedoes come out of their dark and bristly areolas, bulging and hot from the prominent that they were seen in the water, with their pulse accelerated and their breathing Agitated, Mercedes tried to calm herself by closing her eyes. With the water up to my neck, eyes closed and arms crossed over my chest, I recline his head, and his hands, automatons and independents, allowed his fingers the game with their wet areolas, the softness of soapy water along with a careful and careful touch of the fingertips when drawing concentric circles at the base of the nipple, tore off some hoarse moans from his throat, the excitement was full. He squeezed his thighs childishly, like he did at boarding school. the nuns where she studied, while she caressed her beautiful and voluminous breasts, now without the modest modesty of conscience, had definitively abandoned his body to the onanistic debauchery of his own lust, now without ties he rocked slowly her breasts, she rocked her hips very tightly, it felt like his outer lips pressed against his mouth, at the upper corner of his lips The clitoris received this pressure cushioned, which made sweeter and more delightful the sensation. He alternately crossed his legs, the right one on top, the left one on the bottom. and vice versa with subtle pauses that allowed the lips of her vulva open slightly to receive the lubrication from the mixture of the essence soap with water, although its own fluids are already very abundant They made it completely unnecessary. One of his hands left his chest to go down towards his pubis with the delicacy of a snake and the deadly intention of the cobra, had The target was the already prominent little button, which, over excited, roared with silent screams at the mouth of the cave, that's how Mercedes already imagined it the gap he felt in his lips, the opening would be enough to house that gigantic toy that she saw in the magazine and that impacted her so much. How could such a device with such measurements fit into the vagina of that good lady, no matter how professional she was, some Maybe she would feel torn, she thought, as this and other memories They made her more and more libido. He noticed in his heated body how the temperature of the water dropped Gradually, he accelerated his hip movements and his fingers marked a greater rhythm, she was now seeking orgasm with alacrity; stopped suddenly the sway of his hips, he opened them as much as the tub would allow him and then began to place his fingers together, enlarging his palm. the hand stops in an ascending and descending movement causing the explosion, The contrast in temperatures made his skin more bristly, the pores The hairs bulged out, making her feel like thousands of needles stabbing her. on your skin. His fingers together made their way into the vulva, it was left, His lips thirsty for touch asked for more and more with each pass. pressure, the middle finger magically flexed sexuality, I look for the friction of the perineum and the penetration into the void vaginal, feeling the convulsive thrust, the warmth and softness of the walls vaginal, when reaching the greatest height in the pubis he placed the tip of his finger on the already naked clitoris, this one without its fur hood rose triumphant in the middle of that joyous crotch. A violent discharge forced her to squeeze her breast, between her fingers the nipple was literally crushed, Her left hand introduced four stretched fingers into her vulva, she felt filling her vagina, he simultaneously pressed her erect clitoris with his index finger and with one blow he opened his legs so much that the water began to overflow from the tub, it was almost emptied by the subsequent pumps that he performed when he reached sexual climax while choking like could his death rattles of joy slowly fade away. She opened her eyes moments later, spurred on by the cold. of the little liquid that was left in the bathtub. A deep pleasure remained yet to be satisfied, the deep heat that spread throughout His belly cried out to him for greater joys. She stood up on herself after little by little closing her legs, her vulva He reacts again by brushing his lips against the pressure of his thighs. I'm so horny, Mercedes thought, as she left as if a Venus of water, threw a series of towels on the floor to mitigate the flood while with one of the little ones he dried his pubes and collected their moisturizers and also overflowing fluids, before to put on the bathrobe. With the hand dryer in hand he left the bathroom heading to his room; He plugged the device into the mains and began by drying his hair. quickly in front of the mirror, where she contemplated her beautiful figure every time more excited. I'm like a bitch in heat, he thought to himself. herself, while she now shamelessly opened her bathrobe and directed the jet of warm air to her nipples first, and later to the entire of the corresponding chest later, with approximation movements and distance, he massaged its surface while his opposite hand raised it so that the air hits its lower part flat; one and the other alternately until the weight of his swelling indicated the path to follow her hand, with tense grips, her tits melted into thousands of pleasant sensations, its good one hundred and twenty centimeters of perimeter, They were so excited that if they continued with the game they threatened to explode. Now he lowers his hand to her waist, it is somewhat bulging but in shape, just as refers to a resolute woman in her fullness of life, she looked so bristly his hair that he could feel in his palm as it played with the air, he realized a good massage while watching yourself. With a bump of his shoulder he fell towards his arm the bathrobe, he easily took out one arm first and then The other, after changing hands with his hairdryer, was left completely naked, ravishingly beautiful and excited, hot as a cat in heat he fancied. Without taking her eyes off her image, she leaned back until she was sitting as she did. did before the bath, with the waist forward obscenely showing the pubis and its contents, her wet vulva was now shamelessly exposed, She no longer opened her legs, on the contrary, she spread them wide. pair to facilitate the work to the air that projected over his crotch, with The fingers of his free hand opened his lips, separating them as much as possible. I could, I placed the dryer now above, now below on one side and from the other, he moved the jet away and brought it closer until he couldn't take it anymore and it stopped. the device by placing it on the bed on one side. She enjoyed that vision, her hands opened her vulva so much that behind the completely separated labia majora they looked rosy and the minor ones ajar, jealous guardians of the hole of the vagina, do not Conforming to this vision, he forced even more the opening to uncover her clitoris and be able to observe the groove that until the vaginal opening forms, and thus can be seen completely in its most intimate and resounding femininity. He then remembered his games in college, what a morbid imagination, He smiled to himself as he released her lips and stood up towards the dresser, She opened one of her drawers and took out a lipstick. cocoa, another vermilion red color and a liner, joined He confiscates a brush and a jar of blush. He felt moistened by moments, the memory of this game made her jealous. One last look at the pubis and vulva did not leave her, very satisfied, observing the hair already grown around the vulva and anus. I have neglected myself He thought, it's full there again. It will have to be fixed before, something that I do not care about, but on the contrary, I reaffirm even more his state, that was always the beginning of the game. He put back what he had taken out of the drawer, releasing it now on the dresser and turning he went back to the bathroom, He went in and rummaged through the jars, he found a bar of shaving foam. one of those usually used by barbers, next to it a pair of clippers shaving and scissors; already armed and dripping with pleasure for what he was going to do He settled down, sitting placidly on the toilet seat, looking straight at the shower screen, the mirror still somewhat foggy Through the steam I reflected a silhouette of a woman in a position as obscene as it was exciting, With one hand I leave the tools on the nearby stool while that with the other he turned on the hot water tap of the bidet, leaving it running while checking the temperature, when it reached its temperature optima clogged the drain. He spread his legs as far as he could, resting his heels on the bidet. and the other on the stool, bending his knees, was so open and exposed who had to contain his desire to place the bar inside himself soap. With his cheeks hanging over the edge of the cup, he felt a chill. when he rested his back on the cistern and slid on the lid of this to rest completely on her tailbone, she pressed herself with all her might. the palm of his hand on her vulva, his desire became even more intense, he placed under his legs his arms to start the task, this way nothing comes between your image and your fever. He took the scissors in one hand and placing them between his fingers, opened again and again, to hear the sound of the rubbing of its edges, with the fingers with his other hand he was already lifting the long pubic hairs, then beginning to give the scissors with a softness and tranquility rare in his current state of anxiety, he needed more and more something hard and long inside his bowels, He looked at himself and smiled mischievously with each strand of hair. pubic cutting; Thus he toured his entire mount of Venus, with the rapid slowness of the hungry, in a couple of minutes there was cut off the entire hairy triangle of his public pubis, he touched now trim the hairs that were located around the labia majora and the anus, this task forces her to force her posture even more, I raise the knees of both legs remain arched, making the anus was now seen reflected in the moon of the screen, her open vulva implored to the ceiling now, I had to thoroughly grope my vulva, take one by one the lips to stretch them so as not to cut themselves, open the cheeks of the ass to leave the anal hole clearly visible and slowly trim little by little the hair, with a little more work and more excitement he finished the task She had to pause to dry her soaked vagina of her fluids. with a bath towel while removing the last hairs He shook his crotch from the few hairs that settled on it, I carefully lower my legs and now take the brush and with great care began to moisten the short hair with brushes of warm water. This produced a warm sensation on the pubis as it slid down the open English towards the court. With circular movements, only interrupted due to the need to soak the brush hairs in warm water over and over again, He ran monotonously between his legs, up and down. from right to left, suffering real cramps when on his way passed over the vulva, it received such a sensation when penetrating the hairs of the brush between the folds of the lips that made it run throughout his spine a high-voltage electrical current that generated friction with her clitoris. Mercedes perfectly perceived the high degree of excitement, her Her ears were reflected so red in the mirror that they were impressive, her breasts bulging in an exaggerated way, the veins in his neck swollen even his mouth reflected it, half-opened it let out a hoarse sound produced by its altered breathing, the sight of his horniness ended up turning her in a strand in heat. He grabbed the shaving soap tube in the center, just as he did. would do with an erect virile member, he squeezed it and the white content fell on his pubes as if it were a tremendous ejaculation. With his hand he spread the soap carefully, enjoying himself. On every inch of her skin, every fold was lovingly soaped by the expert fingers, now her snowy pubes offered a spectacle attractive, to observe him better, he raised his legs, he offered himself like this soapy genitals herself, feeling for a moment like Messalina in the brothel, with her pubes and vulva full of semen. With great delicacy, he whipped the soap, the foam growing As the movements of the brush made the climax grow. A sudden and delicious orgasm came to her, which she had to endure with her legs in that position so as not to disrupt the work with their contractions already done. He silently bit his lips and had to contain his hands so as not to squeeze her breasts. He took the clippers with determination and poise, held his breath while he ran the leaves over his soapy skin. could not running a lot, the feeling of resistance that the hair offered It calmed his excitement a little. Being careful not to cut himself, he went little by little removing the pubic hair, leaving it like a free island of soap in his crotch. Now it was time to be very careful, the groins gave way to the labia majora, these were stretched with great care, they remained as flat as possible so that the blade could shave them without danger and in this way it was the turn of the perineum and with it, the hair that circled his anus, which was shaved almost gropingly, separating for this the glutes as much as possible. After these complicated maneuvers on such a delicate area, Mercedes sat down Straddling the bidet, he carefully washed the genital area, His hand was responsible for being the first to feel the softness and smoothness of the skin. hair free. The intimate soap relieved a little that slight sting that felt on the outskirts of her vagina, the labia majora were somewhat stinging from the action of the steel on them, the water relieved them when dragging the remains of the work. She got up and turned around. He watched himself dry his work. She felt like a girl again, only now he had a perverse knowledge of everything a body can feel pleasurable. Her vulva is now calmer, both in terms of libido and hygiene, Mercedes now continued with her planned shower, she entered again in the bathtub and standing now, he let the water fall on his body tried a last resort to appease that fire that burned without stopping in his bowels, with quick movements he soaped and rinsed his body and after turning off the tap he put on his clothes again in the abandoned bathrobe, he got out of the bathtub, putting on a dry towel over his hair as a turban and headed towards the bedroom as disturbed as I entered. I couldn't believe it, how the events intertwined made that the situations will overlap, in less than three hours what was going to from a relaxing and innocent shower turned into an exciting bath with erotic play included, the amount of accumulated sensations became your stress in a whirlwind of sexual games that were promised continue throughout the night. It dried up for the second time in the evening, the cold winter covered the windows of his house with abundant fog. In an effort he headed to the kitchen, the dish I had to heat would already be like ice, I enter it and open the oven door, I take out an aluminum tray with a piece of meat and various garnishes, I place it on the table that It was in the center of the room, next to a glass and a small bottle of red wine. The cutlery trembled in his hands as he tried to calm himself. his body since his soul was impossible... It is lit like a torch he asked screaming for her to finish eating, her stomach instead urged her to perform such a tribal act of everyday survival. Mercedes accelerated the movement of her jaws while her mind was flying towards an unknown area of the ether, he discovered himself with a silly in the reflection of the tiles looking at that fruit platter on the that there was a banana of regular dimensions. "Look what I have the feverish mind today thought", thus he returned to the earthly world of his kitchen, with his organic hunger satisfied, he collected the utensils the tablecloth and with a jump he placed them in the dishwasher, he came out of the room with a quick and determined step. I stormed into his bedroom, opening his closet wide. with a decision made without thinking, but fixed in its purposes, he would get dressed and find it... "Come on, I would find it "I swore" he pulled the drawer where he kept his underwear and Choosing with her eyes she took some white cotton panties like the snow, I touch the crotch and place them on the quilt on the bed. touched It's the turn to the bra now, I'm looking for something comfortable, I take the white one without underwire in the glasses and that closed at the front, "Ideal for its purposes, Mercedes smiles." The wide, smooth blouse well combined with a skirt with side opening and below the knee finished completing the exit uniform. As if it were a ritual, he took off the bathrobe and the towel that covered her head, she took a seat in front of the dressing table and rummaging through her paintings began to color her eyelids with a subtle violet color, marking little by little line above the lashes with the black pencil of eyes. Stroke goes and stroke comes of blush on the cheeks to go, in an act of maximum eroticism, to the areolas of her nipples, which received such coloring with joy, bristled again with alacrity, becoming even darker when smeared by makeup, areolas and nipples in maximum excitement, well made up like the stripers thought. An idea took over his mind, if he put makeup on his face by painting his mouth... Why not? She said to herself and took the lipstick, leaned back back while separating her legs, she decisively separated her lips of the vulva and began to paint them as if it were her mouth, the route up and down with the carmine rod made it throb more his heart beat fast, his erotic charge was undoubted, he remembered the afternoons at boarding school when as little girls they played at painting each other... What times I sigh with melancholy... I finish the job with the eyeliner, I border its opening with care, framing it so as not to lose it no doubt. An even sexier touch, with glitter sprinkled the pubis, being ecstatic when she contemplated herself in the closet moon, she had to restrain the urge to masturbate again. She carefully placed her panties on. so as not to spoil his work, a shiver ran down his spine with Just thinking about your getaway. In the same way I took her breasts as a palette, plump and joyful they were taking her shower of brilliant makeup, with loving touches shined in such a way who would gladly have posed at that very moment for a calendar of wheels. The bra was fastened with alacrity and care over each of the beautiful tits, holding her breath in aspiration, closed the brackets carefully, their glasses hardly contained those trembling and excited flesh, the pressure forced the volume marking a little channel of beautiful proportions. How good I am, she thought while looking at herself. lascivious way. With the blouse sheathed in the skirt and the buttons open to show without showing, She put on the black stockings, she didn't care that they contrasted with the garter belt, sexier he said and put on his raincoat; he put on his shoes half heel and as a last preparation, he closed on his leg left the skirt that remained open waiting for the final review. With a look from top to bottom the approval was given when putting on the black sunglasses... To be continued... Imaginative (glcvii@eresmas.com)