Like every night after having dinner, I went to the room bathroom to open the taps and, minutes later, take a relaxing b

Like every night after having dinner, I went to the room bathroom to open the taps and, minutes later, take a relaxing bath. He day had been hard, after nine hours of work and enduring the stupidity from a colleague while I had a beer, I headed home. The bathroom was already hot due to the steam from the water. For several minutes, I stared at my body, observing every curve, every detail of my being: dark hair somewhat disheveled, brown eyes penetrating, thin lips that I didn't quite like; some young breasts but at the same time smooth and firm, but they seemed small to me; the waist Wider than I would like and likewise the hips. Although those curves were not to my liking, I certainly never had problems with men, They said they liked it. A little blushing at this thought, I got into the bathtub, as wide as any (it almost looked like a jacuzzi) and I closed my eyes. All Every day I did the same thing: I came home from work, had dinner and took a bath while I evaluated the day. However, the night before I couldn't do my ritual. With a drop of sweat gently running over my complexion, I began to think about the day before: That morning I got up a little earlier than normal. The rest The afternoon passed normally. What would be my surprise that when I got home I had a message on my answering machine: it was from my boyfriend, who was in the city and That night he invited me to dinner, then suggested a night of passion. The only one The problem of our relationship is the distance, he lives for work reasons out of town and we don't see each other as much as we would like. Only the tone with the The fact that he left me the message made me slightly excited. So I went to prepare awareness. When I was in my bedroom, I chose a very sexy night dress. which had not yet been worn, a lace bra would accompany the dress. I decided not to wear any more underwear, except for a garter belt to holding the stockings that, hours later, would be ripped from my skin. I don't I wore too much makeup, but enough to enhance some features of me face. I headed to the restaurant that had been indicated to me ten minutes late. agreed time, but I liked to make people a little impatient. Dinner was great, We drank champagne and dinner was getting hotter. His hands began to sneakily running my thighs under the tablecloth, they were already burning. I could see in his eyes the burning desire to be with me again doing the love like it hasn't happened in months; I slid my hand down her waist, until reach, over the pants, to the area of your already erect sex. I tried lowering the zipper and pushing his underwear aside for a bit. little to caress that source of pleasure and see his reaction, but before I wanted to realize, he had already discovered that I didn't have panties (something that turned on even more) and I was already masturbating; I followed his example. Every time Our kisses were hotter, when he suddenly removed his hand from inside. of my thighs, he pulled up his fly, stood up, took me by the hand and guided me even the men's room. Once there and without even giving myself time to breathe almost, I stood up tall making my legs surround his body like a belt, he took off his excess clothes and began to make love to me in an almost indescribable way, there was a strength, a passion, a desire never views on my boyfriend. Within a few minutes he was screaming with pleasure, with his hands in my ass he raised and lowered me as he pleased, delaying my movement more and more. climax. When I was already begging him to let me enjoy, he made a morbid face, and I sit on the sink. He ripped off my socks with his mouth, the same luck garter belt He opened my legs slightly, knelt down and with his wise mouth He began to caress my clitoris with his tongue and its surroundings. After a while, My pleas had had their reward: I had had the most pleasant orgasm. of the world. While he, smiling, saw how my body was still trembling, he gave me one of the sweetest kisses ever received and he whispered to me that he had kicked me out. much less. He helped me sit up and we headed to our table. We take dessert and we went home. Without meaning to, he was already caressing my entire body with a hand (focusing a little more on the breasts, already hard) and had two fingers introduced from the other into my vagina. I was sweating, too excited by those memories of the night before. My hips were beginning to wiggle and follow the rhythm of my fingers, which were already three. My eyes were already blank and my mouth moaned. I felt that that pleasure was getting more and more, and finally, at ten minutes, all the tension accumulated in my body was released in a strong climax. I got out of the bathtub, dried myself and put on my pajamas, emptied the bathtub. and I went to bed. Good night.