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I have not seen Astrid for years. We were classmates in a postgraduate degree nearly a decade ago. I never forgot her, even if we hardly saw her since graduation. It’s hard to forget how beautiful she was. Standing at 5’4, perfect skin, freckles on summer and, a toned body that hides an athletic frame. She was also a sweet girl and a good friend. It’s fair to say we were close, but we were never an item–a real one at least. She did very well on her studies with casual effort. She was able to spend more time touring the French and English countryside than studying. She had all sorts of time for adventure, sports, and enjoying life. She was extraordinary to say the least. Life had a tendency to separate us, even with the fairest winds and following seas.
It was a pleasant surprise to run into her tonight. This farewell party for one of our friends one chilly September evening. We were a dozen friends recounting stories over a few pints. Stories in an acceptable volume in a quiet hotel bar overlooking the river. Astrid came in halfway through the festivities, and she didn’t drink at all. Everybody wanted an update about her life but she was as coy as ever. When the bell rang, it was deep into the evening, and rain was starting to pour.
Astrid walked up beside me, hooked her arms into mine, and asked me to walk her home. Just like every time we went drinking with our class in the past. We weren’t in the middle of nowhere university town this time. It felt like the most natural thing. I agreed, of course. Just like old times. Though, I should have asked where I was home first.
We fatih escort didn’t walk far. We went down the hotel and walked into the station. She got us tickets from a machine. Tickets! Next thing I knew we were on a fast train south. Shortly, she was sleeping soundly beside me. We got off a town with a name similar to an infamous German general. We walked furiously for a quarter hour. I had the presence of mind to ask where we were going. She’d just steer me by the arm, prod me by the waist or tilted her head to give directions. There was little conversation. The point of walking her home after all is to be vigilant against never do wells. Especially on drizzly evenings.
Before I knew it, we were in a syndicated traveller’s inn. I was half ready to wish her a good night and sprint back to the station. All the while wishing there was a train back to the city. By now, I have her new number and know where she’ll be staying for a while.
Astrid trooped into the lobby like it was her living room. She unwound her arms from mine, and gave me a peck on my cheek as thanks. I took it like it was the most normal thing in the world and said my goodnight. As she turned away, she got a grip on my jacket sleeves. She firmly dragged me into the elevator and up a floor. She didn’t let go until we were at her door at the end of the hallway.
She faced me, gently placing her hands on my jacket’s lapels. She pulled me closer. Most people are a head taller or more than her, and I wasn’t an exception. She looked deeply into my eyes and çapa escort gave me the softest kiss.
“Just like old times?” She asked.
I nodded. With a loud beep, she opened her door with a key card.
As soon as we were in her room, she started stripping off her damp clothes. I did the same. She motioned that I keep my shirt on and wait for her. I heard her run the shower and saw the steam from the hot water. I was down to my collared shirt and my boxers. It was a long 15 minutes and I was starting to feel silly. I am unsure if I got her right. Did she mean me to dry my jacket or to strip?
She breezed out of the bathroom bundled in a towel, trailing steam. She pointed at my boxers and made a flicking gesture. I sheepishly followed. She got two of her pillows and placed them on the armchair at the corner of her room. She beckoned me over.
“Do you remember the rules?” She asked.
I remembered the dozens of filthy trysts we’ve had.
“Yes.” I answered.
If I wasn’t hard earlier, I was now definitely hard. Astrid noticed as well and smiled.
“Can you say it again for me?” She asked.
“Um, you’re not taking it unless I’m also taking it?” I mumbled.
She frowned. She took the towel off her head, shrugged her black hair down, and looked at me disappointingly.
“You’re more eloquent than that.” Her eyes slowly began to squint as her shaped brows compressed a furrow above her nose.
I sighed and replied. “We are not doing anything fun unless I have something in my bum.”
Her güngören escort face lit up. She playfully spanked my ass and broke the sombreness of the evening.
“Argh,” she grunted with exasperation. “You know how to get me wet.”
She took off her towel and let it drop on the floor. Her hand grabbed my wrist and brought it near her hairless slit. I touched her and felt wetness between her lips. You wouldn’t expect such a classy lady get as wet as she does. She pulled my hand to her face. She smiled while smelling my fingers. She was tentatively licking a digit when she suddenly looked like she remembered something.
“Wash your hands and stuff quickly and come back to me.” Astrid commanded.
I did my best not to run.
I came back to Astrid arranging the pillows on the armchair. She was trying to cover what she was doing as I walked back. When I was close enough, she stepped aside and revealed her handiwork on the chair. Rudely sticking out between the two gray pillows was a rather thick dildo. Considering it stands up on its own, I guessed the dildo had a wide base. Maybe, even some sort of suction cup. The veiny dong was European in dimensions and very uncut.
I heard a pop, and saw Astrid pouring a copious amount of lube on her palm. She asked me to put her towel over the pillows. I obeyed, turning her towel into an obscene “U”-shaped cover. She then stroked the head and shaft of the toy, coating it thickly with lube. On a downstroke, the foreskin on the toy retracted.
“Filthy, right?” Said Astrid, grinning mischievously.
Astrid stood up from her crouch and gave me a hug. She gently pressed her wet hair on my chest.
“You know, I’ve missed you all this time,” she mumbled.
I was about to wrap my hands around her when she swiped her lube-slick hands between my ass cheeks.
“Get on that cock, Johnny boy.” She said as she pushed away from me.
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