Blog : First meeting. Part 1.

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4/28/2024 4:50 am

First meeting. Part 1.

Because he said that he would not make any demands at the first meeting and that sex was not necessary, I was not afraid to invite him home. It would be just getting to know each other and looking at each other. He did ask if I was willing to receive him in a dress or, if necessary, just a thong.

I was very tense as the moment approached that he would be at the door. At the last minute the excitement suddenly came and I decided to receive him in a thong. He called from his car to say he had arrived. A few minutes later his footsteps echoed across the gallery of the apartment building. I suddenly saw his shadow rise through the roughened glass of the front door. he apparently didn't find the bell and tapped the glass with his ring.

Lazily and trembling with excitement, I walked to the door and opened it a crack. He pulled the door wide open and I felt embarrassed for possible passers-by.

I think he's fatter than in his photos. I realized there was no going back and that I had to receive it.

He closed the door behind him and stood motionless, looking at me.

"I promised that we would just get to know each other and that nothing would happen between us yet. But I'm not one to keep my word. Especially now that I've seen you. You understand that, right?"

I didn't say anything but he could tell from my thong that I was<b> horny </font></b>and that was my response.

“Do you want to take off your thong or do you want me to?”

I took off my thong and almost fell when I pulled it over my feet. He took it away and pressed it to his face.

"Great boyish scent," he growled.

I led him into the living room. He looked around with interest before sitting down on the couch.
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"Do you have any wine?" he asked.

“Only prosecco.”

"That's fine, go ahead."

As I bent over to place the wine glass on the table, his hands slid down my hips and he turned me toward him. His hands crawled over my buttocks and I felt his fingers go between them and caress my anus. First soft and then a little firmer. When his finger entered I froze.

“You like this, don't you?”

He took a sip of wine.

Continued soon.


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