Neighbors
I have always been burned stories and films in which woman commanding men. One such, at least so i imagined, lived a floor above me. Mrs. Sonja, a woman of some 40-odd years, they say divorced, moved to my building over the last few years. Black hair, long slender legs, very long nails, almost always dressed in the skin, leaving it us breathhless every time they passed by my compamy, which regularly gathered outside the building. Often deep into the night, i could hear strange noises in her apartment. I was actually wish to know what she doing in such late hours and i was alone? Leads to someone? I did and how he serviced the horny woman? These and similar questions have led me to insanity. Many times i knew jerk off to the sounds of groans as sticky penetrated through the thin walls. Only i could never tell if it sounds of pain or pleasure.
Sonja "mystery" that i have it i called it, was totally caught my young mind, and more impassioned in my imagination, which i always imagined Sonja in any leather dress with high heels ahd any special props that go against this. One evening returning from a business meeting, which incidentally, was so boring that i was quite comforted by alcohol, i met mrs. Sonja in the lobby waiting to lift.
- Good evening- i was welcomed, and it is only casual, lady-nodded. Lift lazily down to the tenth floor, long enough that i could fall into the eyes of an attractive lady, devouring view of her slender, long legs in black high heels. I felt her eyes, but i did not care, i was not embarrassed as so much as we would otherwise be, because i was quitr under the throttle and i was indifferent to the fact that staring at her beautiful legs look rude or not. When the lift finally fell to the ground, i politely opened the door and let her enter first. Barely noticeable smile appeared on her face, a velvety thanks to a leaked sticly through her sensual lips.I entered the elevator, closed the door and asked, as if i am not sure:
- Twelve, right?- i said while purporting not to know where he lives. She nodded her head, smashing my dilemma is deceptive, and stretched lips into a smile, revealing a series of beautifully white teeth. To her exposing my lack of interested so try my ashamed that i looked down, and the movement of the elevator is so slow in my head, i thought i would never get to your floor. And then Sonja, like a real dominatrix, just the way i had imagined, stopped the lift, dropping a small red button to stop. We stopped, uuuff kind of sucks cold sweat in no time i was sweating forehead, and the smell of her leather clothes crept deep into my nostrils. Stood in front of me, completely controlling the situation masterfully.
- I know that i want and that imagination about me, you one- lipred she was cool, confident voice. My eyes growing wider, not believing it is happening to me. he grabbed my hair at the nape and strongly pulled down, i knelt before her with a view to adhering to her crotch.
- Now you, little one, my aunt Sonja show what you know- she is presumptuously. Picked up the leather miniskirts and skilful movement shifted one leg over my shoulder. Had no panties so i was dreaming. Beautiful, clean-shaved pussy flashed before my eyes.
- What are you waiting for a k**?- she asked me and pushed his wet face in the libertines. Uhhhh that small was.... i began to lick and bite a sweet pink meat like i am in a trance. Sonja began to laugh, but i had confound than i was genuinely anxious to set about cultivating her erected clitoris. I stuck her fingers at the same time in both holes and stood strong jerk off.
- ohhhhh, small, to me is, do not stop- sobbing as she shook under the onslaught of my hungry tongue and fingers. I gave my best to satisfy, at one point grabbed me firmly by the ears and shoved her head on his pussy. Sobbing loudly and her whole body quivered as if shaking power surge. This is my inexperience was a sure sign that severe orgasm.
- Not a bad run, but you are not yet ready to serve aunt Sonja- she looked at me authoritatively and fired a slap to me that i grew dizzy.
- It shows you how to run my next time do not be so sure of herself- she said, and dropped a leather mini-skirts, improved clothing and started to lift as there was no nothing. I sat on the floor, in a state of shock, disbelief that this happened to me. While i sat thus, the lift is stopped at the twelfth floor. Sonja opened the door, once strictly me with a mixture of contempt and ridicule gone and looked at the loud echo of heels. That night i was jerking off three times, dreaming about nice neighbors and secretly hoping that she would become my permanent mistress.
Sonja "mystery" that i have it i called it, was totally caught my young mind, and more impassioned in my imagination, which i always imagined Sonja in any leather dress with high heels ahd any special props that go against this. One evening returning from a business meeting, which incidentally, was so boring that i was quite comforted by alcohol, i met mrs. Sonja in the lobby waiting to lift.
- Good evening- i was welcomed, and it is only casual, lady-nodded. Lift lazily down to the tenth floor, long enough that i could fall into the eyes of an attractive lady, devouring view of her slender, long legs in black high heels. I felt her eyes, but i did not care, i was not embarrassed as so much as we would otherwise be, because i was quitr under the throttle and i was indifferent to the fact that staring at her beautiful legs look rude or not. When the lift finally fell to the ground, i politely opened the door and let her enter first. Barely noticeable smile appeared on her face, a velvety thanks to a leaked sticly through her sensual lips.I entered the elevator, closed the door and asked, as if i am not sure:
- Twelve, right?- i said while purporting not to know where he lives. She nodded her head, smashing my dilemma is deceptive, and stretched lips into a smile, revealing a series of beautifully white teeth. To her exposing my lack of interested so try my ashamed that i looked down, and the movement of the elevator is so slow in my head, i thought i would never get to your floor. And then Sonja, like a real dominatrix, just the way i had imagined, stopped the lift, dropping a small red button to stop. We stopped, uuuff kind of sucks cold sweat in no time i was sweating forehead, and the smell of her leather clothes crept deep into my nostrils. Stood in front of me, completely controlling the situation masterfully.
- I know that i want and that imagination about me, you one- lipred she was cool, confident voice. My eyes growing wider, not believing it is happening to me. he grabbed my hair at the nape and strongly pulled down, i knelt before her with a view to adhering to her crotch.
- Now you, little one, my aunt Sonja show what you know- she is presumptuously. Picked up the leather miniskirts and skilful movement shifted one leg over my shoulder. Had no panties so i was dreaming. Beautiful, clean-shaved pussy flashed before my eyes.
- What are you waiting for a k**?- she asked me and pushed his wet face in the libertines. Uhhhh that small was.... i began to lick and bite a sweet pink meat like i am in a trance. Sonja began to laugh, but i had confound than i was genuinely anxious to set about cultivating her erected clitoris. I stuck her fingers at the same time in both holes and stood strong jerk off.
- ohhhhh, small, to me is, do not stop- sobbing as she shook under the onslaught of my hungry tongue and fingers. I gave my best to satisfy, at one point grabbed me firmly by the ears and shoved her head on his pussy. Sobbing loudly and her whole body quivered as if shaking power surge. This is my inexperience was a sure sign that severe orgasm.
- Not a bad run, but you are not yet ready to serve aunt Sonja- she looked at me authoritatively and fired a slap to me that i grew dizzy.
- It shows you how to run my next time do not be so sure of herself- she said, and dropped a leather mini-skirts, improved clothing and started to lift as there was no nothing. I sat on the floor, in a state of shock, disbelief that this happened to me. While i sat thus, the lift is stopped at the twelfth floor. Sonja opened the door, once strictly me with a mixture of contempt and ridicule gone and looked at the loud echo of heels. That night i was jerking off three times, dreaming about nice neighbors and secretly hoping that she would become my permanent mistress.
13 years ago