– Story dedicated a friend on XH
In my late twenties, I had a work experience, that is somehow similar to the story I’m going to tell you: I like the thought of delivering, installing and running an aftercare service check of a new luxury bed in your home. It could be that Hästens, or perhaps Auping would be your choice. My team would carry in the bed and have it mounted in your bedroom so that it would face the mountain you most likely have a view to from your Swiss home.
We would talk accessories and I would take notes on all the extra equipment you would need for my second service visit. On my way back to the office I would think about how you reacted when I for a second stared at you, and I would think about that special tension and unmistakably scent of arousal I felt from you. It has this specific sweet scent. A tense feeling and a nice warm and big hard-on stretching the fabric in my chinos.
I would return a week later for a morning visit, only this time you would open in your bathrobe. I would ask you if you have slept well in the new bed, and we would both agree that a good mattress is fundamental for a good nights sleep.
I would present you the new accessories and you would ask me to present it on the bed. I would replace your bedsheet, pillow and cover with all the new accessories, while removing the used bedding, a pair of panties would fall to the floor. I would kneel down and pick them up, and you would stand in front of me while I returned back up. You’d say, stay! You’d ask me if I like your panties, you’d tell me to rub them under my nose. I would find it funny that they would carry a hand-stitched “T”, the kind of assignments to delegate au-pairs to stitch.
You’d tell me to continue and return me the stare, I gave you just a week before. I would take in a deep and intoxication breathe through the textile of your panties. You’d open your bathrobe, and I would find the same beautiful and naturally hairy fanny as on your profile.
Outside the lake was fully alight and sparkling, the sun would soon reach its zenith, and the smooth yet rippled surface of the lake reflected the sunlight and its sparkling glitter would light up your figure and the bedroom.
There was total silence, only a deep strong beating sound from my heart was audible. Me kneeling there on the floor with your panties in my hand, you standing there with your bathrobe open, your golden skin, your strong staring eyes full of play, your nipples changing shape and hardening, and just a half a metre from me your beautiful, natural and lusty cunt.
Reflecting sunlight would shine through its hairs and I would see all its colours and the contours of your lips. Without saying anything for a minute or so, you and I stayed in our spot and enjoyed this edging moment.
You ran your fingernails through your pubic hair, caressing them and pulling them a bit, and moved on to open your lips for my eyes to see how you had all swollen up and although I could easily detect the heavenly scent from your crotch, you stretched forward your hand, and ran your fingers under my nose, pressed it against my lips, and my tongue gave it a long lick. Taking your other hand to caress my curly hair, firmly pressing my head against you, smeared my face with your nectar. I overdosed myself with your scent of beach and honey, feeling my heartbeat and my strong erection, I knew our kinky waiting game had come to an end, and it was time to take you to bed.
– to be continued