Laura and Tom knew each other from the tennis club. Laura is a dedicated and talented tennis player and has been training since she was a teenager. Not only does she regularly take private lessons with her trainer, a former Olympic champion, but she also watches a lot of coaching sessions with movement analysis on video. Tom only joined 2 years ago. After his professional success, his health is starting to give him some trouble and his doctor encouraged him to do some sport. This is not only good for his body, but also for his soul. Exercising regularly, meeting nice people – where better to do that than in a club! Laura and Tom liked each other straight away, in fact, you could even think they had known each other forever. Every time they met, they greeted each other warmly – you could even say that they sought each other out, enjoyed the chance touches.
Both had already had their experiences in life and love, but were in top shape, typical best-agers. One summer’s day, it was humid and warm and not a breath of wind, Laura came into the tennis club very excited: Oh Tom, good that you’re here! I think my laptop has broken down! All my training videos are gone! And my holiday photos too! Can you help me? “Hello Laura, kiss on the right, kiss on the left, If you haven’t deleted them, they’re saved somewhere, even if they are deleted… you can usually restore everything, don’t panic. Oh that would be great! Because I just can’t find many of them on YouTube anymore. She was visibly relieved by Tom’s answer. Do you have the time and the desire to come by after your training session and see what the problem is?
Actually, Tom replied, I still have to work on a presentation, but I don’t have to hand it in for another two weeks, so it can wait. Oh great, I’m looking forward to it! I’ll just go shopping and then I’ll be home. See you later, around four? OK, see you later then. During his training session he wasn’t really paying attention; a certain curiosity got the better of him and he wondered what Laura would be wearing. In any case, she had taste, which he had easily noticed from her outfits in the past. In other respects too, she was exactly his type, not overly pretty, and especially not a makeup chick, just a completely natural woman with a beautiful, feminine figure and, above all, a pleasant smell – it’s not without reason that the saying “to be able to smell someone well” comes from.
And they were apparently pretty good at that. As he was pondering while he was rather absent-mindedly passing the ball back to his trainer, Tom suddenly remembered a saying that he had picked up at some point but which corresponded 100% to his feelings: Cosmetics make you beautiful – nature makes you irresistible. Tom grinned at this thought. Bernd, his trainer, pulled Tom out of his thoughts: Hey Tom! A bit more energy! Where are your thoughts? Oh nothing, I’m not in great shape right now! he said. Tom was glad when the hour was over. He put his racket and the balls in his bag, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and took a big gulp of water from his water bottle. Wow, I’ve gotten really warm, he thought and put the bottle with the other items in his sports bag.
He strolled into the changing room and was looking forward to a refreshing shower. While the water splashed pleasantly on his head and he soaped himself up, his thoughts drifted back to Laura. He was somehow looking forward to being with her soon. He was in a very strange mood. Was it joyful or melancholy, maybe both, in any case he was unsure, a feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time. He dried himself off and slipped into his clothes, sprayed on some aftershave, and was ready. Tom came out of the changing room and as he was about to walk through the club bar towards the exit, his club colleagues called out to him: Hey Tom, do you want to have another beer with us? No, not today, I have another appointment, next time… Tom replied. He put his bag on the back seat and got into his convertible.
He complained: Oh, what a bummer, the sun has moved around and you’re burning your bottom on the leather… He took the damp towel out of his sports bag and laid it on the driver’s seat. It’s OK, he thought to himself. Tom knew where Laura lived, but had never been to her house. He dug out his mobile phone to enter Laura’s address into the sat nav. Do you want to start the navigation? blared from the loudspeaker. Yes, he did! It was already afternoon, but rush hour had not yet started, so he could drive quickly. He enjoyed the wind, even if it felt more like a warm hairdryer. It took him just under a quarter of an hour to get from the tennis court, then he turned into the street where Laura lived in a small terraced house. Great, not far away he spotted a parking lot, even with shade! The weather forecast had predicted showers and thunderstorms for the afternoon.
So he closed the top, rolled up the windows and pressed the remote control, “Click, close car”. As he strolls to Laura’s front door, he thinks to himself: Usually you bring a small bouquet of flowers or a bottle of wine for a first visit. Tom is old school. Well, it’s not a real date, it’s more of a work visit! After the ding-dong, it only takes a moment and Laura opens the door. Her whole face is beaming. Laura is wearing a light, light wrap dress printed with various red poppies. It ended just above her knee and she was barefoot. Her red-painted nails on her fingers and feet were exactly the same red as the flowers on her dress. Her dark brown curls caressed her pretty face and spilled over her shoulders.
As Laura stood in the doorway, the sun shone behind her like a giant spotlight and her figure was clearly outlined under her airy dress. The hallway obviously led straight into the living room and then onto the sunlit terrace. Nice to have you here, come in. She spreads her arms to greet Tom. He took her in his arms and looked deep into her eyes – she had beautiful brown eyes. She smiled and hugged him tightly. In return, Tom had put his hands on Laura’s hips and was hugging her – maybe a little more than usual, somehow he feels invincibly great now. Her scent was intoxicating, even though she obviously hadn’t put on any perfume. It’s so hot outside and I thought we’d sit in the kitchen. It’s bearable there.
OK, answered Tom. Laura walked ahead of him through the hall, then to the right into the kitchen. Of course his gaze landed on her bottom, where the outline of her panties was also visible. Without being disparaging, people would say: “Nice ass.” It was a beautiful apartment, terracotta tiles, the walls painted a sunny yellow and some large format photos on the walls. Landscapes of Tuscany with their typical fincas and small streets lined with cypresses, lavender fields in the South of France. Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee or a cold beer? Water is OK. Tell me, Laura, did you take the beautiful photos on the walls from Tuscany and the South of France yourself? Yes, I love traveling and I try to capture the most beautiful moments in pictures. It extends my vacation, so to speak!
Besides tennis, photography is a big hobby of mine – and of course traveling. She was flattered when Tom noticed that the photos were obviously her own. Laura went to the hanging display case, took out two glasses and poured water from a glass carafe into them. She leaned forward a little so that her dress slipped forward a little and her pink bra flashed cheekily from her neckline. As she handed him the glass, she pulled her dress back up almost casually, but Tom suddenly felt a slight tingling in his chest – but no, we’re here to look into the depths of Laura’s laptop and not her cleavage – although. I’ve already put my laptop here on the kitchen table. Pull up a chair and we’ll see where these files have gone.
OK? Tom took a chair from the narrow side of the table and placed it to the left of Laura’s while she started up the PC. Tom watched her as she moved the mouse back and forth and started up the program. Laura had crossed her right leg so that his gaze slid down her knee to her feet. Laura had a Roman foot. Tom had once read that people with a Roman foot supposedly have a particularly stable personality. This in turn makes them open to a variety of outside influences. They should therefore love getting to know new people and be particularly enthusiastic about new cultures and languages. Accordingly, traveling is one of their favorite hobbies. That fits, he thought to himself. Now, where are the folders with the coaching videos?
Laura looked at Tom with questioning eyes. Tom stood up, walked around Laura, grabbed the mouse and wanted to search on the desktop. Their hands touched briefly. They looked into each other’s eyes for an equally brief moment and both had to smile. So, let’s look under: This PC, Manage, all files, hidden files – So, what do we have here? Ah, look here… videos, pictures, documents Look, there they all are! Check here and everything will be visible again. The photos too? He looked at her questioningly. Once again the dress had slipped forward and revealed Laura’s beautifully formed breasts, caressed by the pink bra. He was powerless; his eyes felt magically drawn to look there. Laura looked at him: “Oh, you did a great job, yes, of course, the pictures too.” Then I’ll show you a few more of my holiday photos.
She blushed a little when she saw his look and knew what his eyes had seen. And again, quite casually, she pulled her dress back up. It was not lost on her that Tom had apparently been a little taken aback by the sight of her femininity. Somehow she liked teasing Tom a little, after all she found him extremely attractive. And he wasn’t an arrogant snob like many others who had their eyes on her. Come, sit next to me, I’ll show you pictures from my last vacation in Tuscany. Tom sat back down on his chair. He noticed that Laura’s wrap dress had slipped down from her right crossed leg and he could see her tanned, taut thigh. Suddenly he felt even warmer than he already was and he took a deep drink from the glass of water.
Laura turned the screen a little so that Tom could see better. At the same time, he moved his chair a little closer to Laura. Tom had thoughts flashing through his head that he couldn’t really get into the really beautiful impressions of Tuscany. It had been a long time since he had seen something so beautiful, and in real life, those gorgeous tits, not too small, not too big, just a good handful, he pondered. He noticed that he had probably chosen pants that were too tight. Look here, Florence! And always those narrow streets that meander so beautifully through the green hills. Yes, Tom was meandering through pink hills with his thoughts. The time seemed endless to Tom until the dress finally slipped down again and he could delight in the pink colors and sun-tanned skin. But this time it was different.
Laura looked at him openly, she smiled. Her gaze was a mixture of innocence, embarrassment, but also curiosity about how Tom would react. His gaze had wandered from her breasts to her eyes. He felt like an open book, he felt like he wanted to drown in those eyes, as if a bond of energy had formed between their two eyes. No more shame, no more hiding. Laura had tilted her head a little to the side, still smiling so beautifully. Do you like me? she whispered. Would you like to touch me? Tom could hardly get a word out, but in an almost hoarse voice he whispered back, “Yes, yes!” You are a beautiful woman! I would die to caress you! It’s been a long time since I saw something so beautiful, let alone touched it.
Laura, you are beautiful. With one hand, Laura unbuckled the belt of her wrap dress, it slipped completely down from her still crossed leg, slipped off her shoulder, she slipped it off her right shoulder and placed her hand on Tom’s forearm. He had turned a little more towards her, placed his right hand on her other shoulder, stroked very gently along it, further, very slowly up her neck until he could stroke her cheek. His left hand touched Laura’s knee. Slowly, very gently, without any pressure, almost floating, he moved his hand up her thigh to her hip. There he paused, his hand now resting on Laura’s pelvic bone, oh, this very feminine figure … I’m dying! His other hand is still stroking her face, moving slowly along her neck to the back, where his fingertips glide lightly over her spine.
His hand gently grasps her neck from behind while he pulls her head towards him as if in slow motion. He bends his head forward so that their lips almost touch. He pauses, feels her breath. His gaze wanders from her eyes to her lips, which are open a tiny crack. He looks for her eyes again, those beautiful big brown eyes. He closes his eyes and gently touches his lips to Laura’s. She flinches, but his hand on her neck prevents this; he even pulls her a little closer to him. And suddenly Laura relaxes. While she holds on to his waist with her hands, her lips become very soft and follow his movements in a long, gentle kiss. Again and again his tongue strokes her lips, but without demanding entry. At this, Tom’s stomach begins to tingle wonderfully.
When he takes his lips from hers after a while and looks at Laura, she opens her eyes and looks at him as if she doesn’t understand what is happening. You kiss wonderfully. he whispers to her with a smile. Can I have another one? And without waiting for her answer, he presses his lips to hers again. His left hand strokes down her shoulder again, moves to her hip again, strokes up again, past her side. He strokes very slowly underneath her bra. As if by chance, his thumb touches the pink fabric and the breast still hidden inside, which Laura answers with a sigh. His hand continues to explore, up between her breasts, over her cleavage to her shoulder. He carefully strokes her lips with his tongue, which, to his surprise, suddenly open slightly.
Automatically, he pushes his tongue forward very carefully until he feels the tip of her tongue. A small touch and he pulls back again, only to start the sweet game all over again. Their tongues find their way to a teasing, exciting game all by themselves. My God, how long it has been since he kissed a woman! As they kiss, Tom strokes her upper arms and very tenderly touches the sides of her breast with his thumbs. He hears another soft moan and sees how excited she is. She has beautiful breasts and Tom can feel how much she wants him to kiss her breasts. He kisses her neck and even though she is still wearing her pink bra, he can see her stiff nipples. He kisses her neck and lets his lips wander over her bra and over her breasts. She moans and he notices how much she enjoys this.
His hand moves from the side beneath the bra again, but this time he strokes the shiny material, through which her hard nipples are now becoming more and more visible. He only casually strokes the stiff nipple. Laura moans very quietly into Tom’s mouth. It seems as if she is stretching her breasts out towards him for further caresses. Emotions and hormones are going on a rollercoaster in Laura’s stomach. She too hadn’t experienced anything like this for a long time. Again he strokes along above the bra, a piece of clothing that not only covers but also shows a lot! This time, however, Tom’s fingers dip into that lovely piece of fabric and lace, just enough so that he doesn’t touch the erect nipple. He continues to stroke Laura’s breast until he pulls it further down under the strap, which he pushes to the side.
With his other hand he runs his hand unerringly along her back under her dress to open her bra with a snap. Laura pushes Tom back a little, but only to stand up briefly and let the dress and bra fall to the floor. Now she is standing in front of him in all her feminine splendor, wearing only pink panties. Tom also stands up, takes off his T-shirt, opens his shorts, which also land on the floor. Laura looks at him. Her gaze wanders from his eyes, down his broad chest, to rest on his underpants, which are now adorned with a sizeable bulge. She takes a step towards him, puts her arms around his neck, and their lips nestle together again, full of desire. She pushes her pelvis very close to Tom’s, and the feeling of his bulge on her stomach makes her abdomen churn violently.
His fingertips stroke her back. Her lips only part tentatively. Tom bends down further so that he could have kissed Laura’s nipple, which she was only too happy to do. However, Tom only starts kissing her breast, leaving out the excited nipple. Instead, his tongue circles the dark red areola around the object of desire that is practically crying out to be sucked, nibbled and kneaded. Laura has tilted her head back and is completely surrendering to Tom’s caresses. She enjoys the ever increasing pumping in her breast, which gradually flows through her entire body. When, after what seems like an eternity for both of them, he finally touches her hard nipple with the tip of his tongue and closes his lips around it as if in slow motion, Laura moans softly and Tom feels her trembling slightly.
He touches the other with his finger, strokes it, kneads and twirls it gently. As he kisses her breasts and caresses her nipples very tenderly with his tongue and lips, he sees her hand slide from her belly button into her panties – he watches her and wants to know what she is planning. She puts one leg on the chair. He sees her hand wandering deeper and deeper into her panties. Laura is extremely aroused. She wants to masturbate in her panties. He lets her stroke herself a little – but only briefly – but then he takes her hand and gently pulls it out of her panties and says that this is not right now, that she would masturbate herself quickly, although it would make him extremely horny to watch her masturbate. Maybe later.
He takes her hand, puts it in front of his face, closes his eyes and inhales the scent from her moist, shiny fingers, like a stallion can smell a mare from miles away. Nature forces him to put her fingers in his mouth and taste the wonderfully fragrant pussy juice. “Your scent, your taste is driving me crazy,” he whispers to Laura. Laura beams at him with her doe-brown eyes. The tingling in Tom’s stomach has also long since slipped a level lower and his cock tries to stand up to its full size, but is painfully prevented from doing so by his tight pants. He raises his head and smiles with delight as he looks at Laura. He kisses her lips, which are now very hot, his cheek slides further along hers, he nibbles on her earlobe, caresses it with his tongue. Laura purrs like a kitty cat.
Tom strokes her brown mane behind her ear and whispers: Do you know what I’ve been wondering the whole time? – Are you shaved around your love cave, do you have a landing strip or do you wear your full head of hair? It seems to take an eternity for her to answer: Find out, she whispers back to him with a smug smile. Again his lips seek hers. He has put his arm around her shoulders, his other hand slides down her side, then over her wonderfully soft belly, purposefully towards the last pink touch of nothingness. He feels the soft silk of her panties on his fingers. With two fingers he strokes past the waistband, only to cross this border by just 2, 3 cm. His fingers are now long between the hem and the skin. Laura twists her hips in excitement. Her breathing becomes faster and he notices how excited Laura is.
She can hardly wait to get rid of the now annoying piece of clothing. When he reaches the middle of the panties, just below Laura’s belly button, Tom’s fingertips feel the wiry curls he had been hoping for. With a broad grin, he looks Laura in the eyes. His fingers tentatively make their way through a dense jungle. He skilfully goes around Laura’s swollen clitoris, which she has already rubbed with cum, and slides down her labia to the right and left. Yes, they really do slide! Laura’s crotch is already wet, but from then on she was literally leaking. Tom sticks out his middle finger a little, just a little, and then slides it up her slit through her love juice, wisely not touching the bulging pearl of pleasure. Without separating, Tom’s hands slide down to finally pull the panties off.
He quickly takes off his briefs too and his cock jumps when it is no longer restrained by the material. He can’t yet examine the bushy splendor, but with his thigh he can feel what awaits him down there. His hands grasp her buttocks and he presses her pelvis against his and of course against his hard cock. Laura immediately grabs it to give it a firm squeeze. With a firm grip she massages him up and down a few times until his bulging glans is released from his foreskin. Tom moans with delight. Like a mother hen stuffing her chick under her wings, she pushes Tom’s cock between her two bellies and massages it back and forth by rocking her pelvis from right to left. She feels that she must already be pretty wet.
Tom grabs her bottom and simply lifts her onto the kitchen table so that she is sitting in front of him with her legs spread and he is standing between them. Laura still has her arms around his neck as she now wraps her legs around Tom’s hips. She smiles and hugs Tom tightly. He strokes her neck and kisses her earlobe. He simply cannot ignore the excited stiffening of her thick nipples and the tingling in her lap. Laura pulls her legs up and places them on the table to the right and left of her bottom. She supports herself with her forearms so that she can watch Tom. She wants Tom to caress her most intimate place, but he doesn’t do that yet. He takes a chair and sits between her legs so that his head is between her knees. This way he can see the drops of pre-cum running down her dark, beautiful labia.
That makes him even hornier, because he can literally feel her floating on cloud nine. His fingertips glide gently from Laura’s inner ankles upwards – higher and higher, further along her lower legs, past her knees. Her labia vibrate and her little back door contracts rhythmically. When he reaches the inside of her thighs, Laura sees that his fingertips are only a few centimeters away from her labia. She presses her pelvis towards him, because she longs so much to not only be caressed. She wants to be licked. Laura has lifted her head up and is looking Tom in the eyes. I have wanted for so long that we would kiss, cuddle, that you would lick my hot, soaking wet cunt, that we would do it together! I have often masturbated with these thoughts.
Tom briefly grasps his hard-on, squeezes it and jerks it up and down twice – just twice, the tension was almost overwhelming at the thought of his Laura doing it herself and thinking of him thrusting into her – wow, wow, Ahhh! Now Tom can’t help himself, he starts to run his tongue along the insides of Laura’s thighs, first one side, then the other. Every time his face came close to Laura’s pussy, the scent of her juicy cunt whipped him to unimagined heights of lust. He wants to taste her now too, has to let his tongue dance next to her swollen labia, 2 times, 3 times, 4 times. Laura is breathing heavily and in a rhythm that is getting faster and faster. She throws her head from right to left, she could explode already.
Tom pauses for a moment, looking at the now gaping pleasure gate, from which a steady stream of this delicious pussy juice flows, like from a honey pot. A small, clear trickle pours out of Laura’s slit, down to her twitching back door. Tom bends forward again. The tip of his tongue is drawn to Laura’s rear hole as if by a strong rope, to lick up the precious juice. With a groan, Tom’s tongue climbs up the area between her two pleasure gates, and he greedily licks up the nectar. His tongue initially only runs superficially over Laura’s orchid, before stroking her clitoris from below, which elicits a pleasurable moan from Laura. Tom wants to get her going as much as he can stand it himself. Meanwhile, his left hand is resting on Laura’s bushy mons pubis.
In this position, it is easy to expose her plump, pink clit by pulling back the skin that is only half covering it with his thumb and forefinger. Laura’s clit protrudes from her curly bush like a little dick, pink, plump, shiny. Tom’s tongue circles this horny pleasure bud a few times before he licks it completely, encloses it with his lips and begins to suck on it while he continues to work it on from the inside with his tongue. Oh Tom, what are you doing to me? Hmmmm, ahhhh, yessss, keep going, that’s so hot! Please, please, put your finger in my cunt, fuck me with your fingers, oh, I need it so much! His right hand is still free, so he starts by gently sliding his middle finger into her pussy.
She begins to move her pelvis back and forth, moaning and short of breath almost in a commanding tone, demanding two fingers from Tom! Harder! Of course he immediately complies with her wish and thrusts two fingers into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. He bends his two fingers a little to massage the roof of Laura’s pleasure cave, her G-spot. His tongue also rubs her clitoris harder and faster. All of this leads to her moving her pelvis back and forth faster and faster, joining in with the rhythm, throwing her head left and right. Tom knew where this was going, and that was OK. He was enjoying it at least as much as she was. After a few more finger thrusts, Laura’s body tenses up. She pushes his hand away, allowing his fingers to slip out of her pussy.
Tom is briefly irritated, but then a small fountain squirts out of her pussy. Some of the pleasantly warm droplets hit his face and she screams in ecstasy. Never before has he been lucky enough to experience such a wet female orgasm. He quickly rubs the drops running down his face with his fingers and licks them up with pleasure. As if Laura had touched a hot stove, she stammers: “Oh sorry Tom, I’m sorry!” I didn’t mean to squirt on you! But it just happened. Tom grinned like a schoolboy: Darling, calm down, that was wonderful! I would have liked to have had much, much more of it! Really? I love having some of you inside me. I don’t care if you squirted your love juice or if you just peed! But neither of them has time to think about it any further.
Laura’s horniness obviously put an end to her thoughts quickly. Again, it is that almost commanding tone in which she whispers to Tom: Fuck me! Fuck me right now – here on the kitchen table! Oh, how Tom loved this dirty talk! He obediently maneuvers his cock into her pussy. The height of the kitchen table is perfect, at first only his bulging, red glans. Oh, how long he had to forgo these pleasures: he hasn’t fucked a woman for 4 years. Very quickly, the initial gentle in and out movements turn into hard thrusts with which he fucks her. He looks into her eyes, there it was again, that look that simply expressed pure horniness. She leans on her forearms and watches as Tom’s hard cock disappears beneath her bush and plunges into her sucking cunt and comes out again, only to plunge in again all the way to the hilt.
Her pussy juice glistened on Tom’s hard cock. She could feel him pounding against her cervix. At the same time, she had the feeling that she wanted to suck Tom in with her cunt and her cervix. As if in a trance, she looked at him with glassy eyes: Yes, push me – give it to me – harder! I want you to cum in my cunt, deep inside, do you hear! Ahhhhh, yes! The glasses on the table were shaking alarmingly, but that’s not important now. Now nature was taking its course! And what a course! His gaze wandered from her demanding eyes to her hairy pussy. He saw his cock fucking her pussy. Laura’s labia were already covered in a good amount of white nectar, which he noticed with every back and forth movement from her temple, almost as if he had already squirted into her. He felt that it was not much more. But she obviously wanted more.
She begins to rub her clit with her right hand while he continues to fuck her. With her left hand she begins to massage her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple over and over again. Her movements become faster and faster, and Tom also pounds into Laura’s slit as if there were no tomorrow. A short, sharp scream, a brief tremor. He feels her coming for the second time, and Tom can’t help himself any longer. He comes too, releasing himself with a loud moan: “Aaaah, yessss, I’m coming, I’m coming!” And how he comes! First in her, then he squirts the rest of his load onto her hairy pussy. The drops of sperm get caught in the dark, frizzy hair. He milks the last drop from his cock, while the majority of his load makes its way out of Laura’s swollen blossom.
Before his sperm hits the floor, however, Laura is there with her hand, wipes it into her hand and licks it off with pleasure. Hmmmm, I love the taste of your cum, awesome! Tom can’t take it anymore, and collapses on top of her, exhausted. Laura is still lying on her back on the kitchen table, wrapping her arms and legs over Tom, who is shaking all over. She strokes his sweaty back and they cuddle a little longer, whispering their love in each other’s ears. Before Tom goes into the bathroom, he picks up Laura’s pink panties. The front is clearly wet. He smells them with pleasure, closes his eyes, a smile flits across his face, Mmm, what a horny smell! Can I keep them? he asks Laura, who has been watching the scene closely. Do you promise me that you’ll think of me when you smell them and jerk off?
Oh my darling, you can read minds! That’s exactly what I’m planning to do! He went to her again, leaned over her and gave her a long, tender kiss!
