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Ruben Bach 29 de janeiro de 2015 -
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Long time lurker blah blah. I recently became involved with a woman, and I decided to share my excitement and anticipation as events continue to unfold.
A little over a month ago, I get hired to do sound for a videography job. A very posh local museum was having a two day symposium of lectures and debates about an obscure artist from the early 1900s. They kicked off the event with a mixer at the museums property, a pleasant black tie affair where museum curators, art collectors, and young fine art students mingled and out did one another. I arrived, slightly underdressed as usual (oops) and feeling great. When Im in the right place- when Im feeling slightly manic, my jokes flow, my stories are engaging and entertaining, and Im charming.
Before I go on, let me describe myself. Early 20s, 64, white dude, dirty blond short but slightly unruly curly hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, with a decent amount of muscle spread fairly evenly across my frame.
I drank, I ate hors doeuvres, and I flirted with pretty young art students. Eventually my wandering took me to a pretty young woman, well call her Guinevere, because its a metal name. The first thing that struck me about her was her facial features. She has a pretty face, with a really cute nose, and sharp elf-like ears. My eyes traveled down and drank in her body. Her black dress hugged her figure tightly, giving me a small glimpse at her excellent breasts (Id guess Cs, but I dont know yet! How exciting), and her thick ass and thighs. Top all of this off with her dark red hair and fair skin, and I had a metal babe on my hands.
We chatted, drank and laughed before drifting apart in a large social group. As the next two days progressed, our flirting followed. Soon we had each others contact info, and continued chatting.
Fast forward a week, Im about to leave town to work on some films in the great white north for a month, and after some persuasion and a reminder that Id be gone for a month, she meets me at a local music venue.
She walks in, and as I greet her, my eyes wander to her outfit. Shes rocking a pair of tight jeans, and a loose blouse that barely disguises the fact that shes not wearing a bra. Cue Edgar Wright fast cuts montage- Smile, buy drinks, head outside, take seats.
A pleasant conversation ensues, we discover mutual friends, and tell stories about our experiences with them. I describe my role in film to her, and she tells me about her education in archaeology at a prestigious university in Europe and about her experiences in different digs around the world. Her passion for archaeology matches mine for sound, she geeks out, its hot. She buys me a drink, our bodies slowly moving closer, our hands starting to rest on each others bodies.
Tension is mounting, and Im loving it. We look at each other with knowing looks. Its exciting. I place a hand on the back of her head/ neck, and pull her towards me. Our lips lock. Shes a good kisser, which drives me wild. As we gain momentum, she starts to moan softly into my mouth. I bite her lip, tease her tongue with mine while my hands pull her body into mine and explore her.
Things are starting to get pretty steamy, but unfortunately I have a flight in three hours, and must end our rendezvous.
To be continued…
Just kidding. Time for another montage, get your preferred montage music ready- Our hero boards a plane and arrives in a strange new world- Guinevere goes home and masturbates- Our hero works on crazy sets, meets funky people and sends filthy messages to Guinevere. He makes her describe her masturbation sessions to him, asks her about what she likes, describes in detail how he expects to have her when he returns- She tells him about her newest digs and describes what she wants from him. She wants to be on her knees with his cock filling her mouth while she fingers her sopping sex. She wants to be tied up and used as his slut. She wants his cum.- He obviously masturbates, wipes his sticky fingers and responds. He makes the long trek home. As he falls into bed, the montage music fades out..
Finally, about a week ago, I arrived home just in time for a massive event at the museum. Shes a conservationist there, and so Im on the list. I exercise, get spruced up, and head over.
Im feeling great. Aggressive but calm. I feel like an animal, a predator. Im looking forward to seeing her, to flirting with her and to taking her image into my eyes, and to making her mine. I am turned way on.
This is getting long, so heres another Edgar Wright montage. I arrive, I park, I get my pass, I find wine make the bartenders and fellow patrons laugh (did I mention I was on?), I wander around taking in the different installations until Blam. (montage ends)
There she is, the Lady Guinevere. Shes seen me and is approaching me. I grin at her and greet her. Shes wearing the same dress she wore when we met, and jesus is she ever rocking it. What a pleasure it is to talk to her, we wander about arm in arm, examining each piece and making regular visits to the bars scattered about the grounds.
Our wandering takes us to a slightly secluded, dark area of the grounds where a projector on a loop is showing an interesting piece. A small group of people are observing the piece and discussing it as we approach and stand next to one another.
Weve been playing it twistys girls moderately cool this whole time, not being too handsy in front of her colleagues (and my clients), were kind of behaving. That all comes falling down as we stand next to one another.
Were still facing and looking at the piece, but now Ive placed my hand on her upper thigh and start softly stroking and alternately squeezing her. Her breath quickens and I feel her start to shudder slightly. I pull away after a minute to tease her. She desperately pushes closer to me, hoping to feel my touch again. I reward her efforts, and respond with gusto. Were still standing shoulder to shoulder next to one another, but now my hand is firmly caressing and grabbing her thigh, moving slowly closer to her pelvis. I run my hand quickly over her pussy through her clothes, which makes her shudder visibly. Her breath starts to become ragged. Shes having trouble staying still now. I slide my hand over her pussy again and again, teasing and caressing her.
Just as things are getting steamier, she pulls away, looks up at me and says Youre a demon. We struggle to stay off eachother the rest of the night, almost getting caught by her boss at one point (although all of the employees were drinking and flirting, I didnt want to sour a relationship with a potential repeat client).
Unfortunately thats where we were forced to leave off. Weve been texting regularly, and even starting to send a couple photos. I hope you decide to hot naked teen girls stay tuned as things progress. mpl studios I think Ill be seeing her and tying her down on my bed this weekend.
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