CONGRATULATORY FERVOR From the day I opened my first boutique, my friend Ivan has been there with me, every single step of the way. He has seen me fall and pick myself up, he has seen me through the doubt phases but most of all, he always reminds me that I am great at this designing thing. A week cannot go by without Ivan popping in to see how I am doing. That is why I was a little disappointed in myself when we ended up in bed together. First of all, Ivan is very amazing in bed (which actually shocked me because I was used to his softer side). The disappointing part however (which was a first time for me) was because he and I were really close and we never should have let things go that far. But well it happened, and I am not here to wail about spilt milk. So, last Friday evening, my car was in the garage and I asked Ivan to pick me up. On our way home, he got a phone call and begged me to go along to meet his friends at a certain hotel in town. It was a Friday and I figured there was nothing to lose. After all, I’d had a long day and the unwinding would do me some good. Ivan had been chasing a certain deal and his friend had called to let him know the deal had gone through. He was over the moon and I couldn’t have been happier for him. We raided the hotel bar where his friends were waiting. I was the only girl in a gang of seven guys. I don’t remember the last time I drank myself silly but this very night was something else. We drank everything the bar tender would get his hands on and before I knew it, I was dancing like I had been set out to entertain the entire bar. Ivan is not much of a drinker so I wasn’t worried about how we would get home. Five hours later, Ivan insisted that we had to leave as I was very drunk. He shoved me into the car but I insisted on singing at the top of my voice. What’s up with that anyway; why do drunken people think they have the world’s best singing voices? Anyway, he drove to his house but I refused to get out of the car. Don’t ask me why because I have no idea why I would want to spend the night in a car seat. He rushed to the house to get me a blanket but when he returned he found me trying to get out of my jeans. I was really dying to pee and Ivan helped me. When we were done with that, he somehow managed to get me to the house but I wouldn’t let him leave me in his bed alone. He hoped in and as soon as the lights were off, I threw my arms around him. He was wearing only boxers so I played around with his nipples. I didn’t even know guys’ nipples harden but clearly this night was teaching me a lot. I kept doing that and I could tell that he was getting turned on because he started to breathe hard. He turned around slowly and faced me. He was now running his hands from my arms, to my hips and all the way to my inner thighs. Then I began to stir and pulled my right leg up. I was now lying on my back and as he moved his hand down my waist to my hip and across my bottom, I moaned softly. Sliding his hand down between my legs I could feel the warmth and softness of my swirilili walls open up to devour him. He slowly slid one finger between my lips taking in all my wetness. As soon as two more fingers were fully inside me, I stopped moving. Something in me broke. It was like a mini orgasm but I still wanted to feel his hard wire rummaging my walls. Removing his fingers from my dripping pot, he grasped his wire, put on a condom and stroked it a couple of times before positioning himself above my body. Holding himself up with one arm, he grabbed his wire and positioned it at the opening. He slid the head up and down my lips covering them with my wetness. Then without warning, he pushed himself into me. He then pushed his wire deeper than ever but as slow as he could. Finally, the entire length of his pole was buried in my warm mould. Slowly he began to pull back out stopping just before the tip of it leaves the grasp of my pot lips, then reverse the action and slide back inside me. I was now trembling as he went deeper and deeper into me. I held on to the pillows, bit my lower lip but I couldn’t keep it off much longer. I exploded! My juices gushed out, literally wetting the beddings beneath us. Ivan was now also squealing with delight as he shuddered from the orgasm. We went to sleep but I had to wake up early and leave because the situation was pretty awkward.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 07:28:08 +0000
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