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there with the palm of your hand, because the woman arched very very hard, and I heard her groan, full of desire. “Right now!” I thought happily. Now he will remove her panties and spread her legs wider. And I, perhaps, will see her sweetest place.
But I was wrong. The man put his hand under her skirt, and she spread her legs herself. I did not see anything, but I understood that he was stroking her TAM. Perhaps, right on the panties, and perhaps he moved them and caresses the warm moist flesh with his fingers, delighting with a sweet tickling. The fact that I could not see the details did not diminish my excitement. I vividly imagined a picture of what was happening - her swollen folds of the genital lips, the clitoris rising from the excitement, the wet vaginal fissure, the man’s sliding fingers in all these delights ... and her moans were getting hotter, more juicy. I easily guessed at what stage of arousal it is now, and I felt how it grows. It grew with me. I was lucky - the skirt prevented the man from caressing his partner, and he pulled it up, tucked it into a rolled up vest. Now I saw - she was in panties, he caressed her over the fabric, drove up and down, tickled. Not realizing what I was doing, I put my hand on my penis and wrapped my fingers around the trunk. Just a few movements - and I was ready to splash the trunk of thick birch, behind which I hid, adding it to the color of white spots. The woman arched and groaned so sweetly that I realized that she had fallen into orgasm. From the realization that she was cumming before my eyes, I immediately let myself down, barely restraining my own moan.
The woman continued to moan, and weakly wriggled, slightly reducing and spreading her hips. The man smiled at her and stroked her belly, breasts. Suddenly she raised herself, and lowered the pen on his fly. Mash him there, and then pulled over. I understood what she wanted - so that he entered it. But he gently tore her hand from his groin, raised it to his lips and kissed it. She said something to him, to which he shook his head negatively, and after straightening her clothes, he pulled the undershirt back and straightened her skirt. My attitude toward him suddenly deteriorated - what a blunder to deny a woman if she wants you, asks to enter into her? Impotent he, or what? But suddenly I thought - I probably wouldn't have done that either. I remembered the tenderness with which he was looking at her, the intimate kisses of her legs, the tender caress. If I adored any woman, treated her with such admiration, could I fuck her like that on the street, mutuya along sticking out branches, dirt, dust? Unlikely. I do not know if I could hold back next to such a woman, or specifically with this one. But if I could not, then I would feel guilty. So he did the right thing, he did not go on about her.
The woman knelt, leaned over the man, and unbuttoned his shirt, almost completely. He hugged her and kissed her hair. Soon he closed his eyes, and I realized that she was kissing his chest. Her bright head trembled, then went down to the stomach, then rose again. Having kissed his torso, she laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around her. They sat for a while, and then turned back to the lake. He sat, and she lay her head on his lap. They were talking about something again, her quiet laughter diluted the silence. He stroked her head, shoulders, back, and again I was happy for them. I still did not know them at all, but what I saw, for which I inadvertently looked, revealed to me all the warmth and tenderness that they fed to each other. They were happy together in this clearing, in these moments. I did not know how to explain it, but for some reason I suddenly felt so warm in my heart. It was as if I myself had caressed this beautiful woman, as if she covered my body with such tenderness with kisses. I was glad that I was here and received such secret, sincere feelings as a gift. Feelings of other people who have become my own for a few minutes.
Suddenly I came to my senses - after all, I was still standing behind a birch tree with an issued farm.And Stas could return at any time. Quickly hiding the half-dead member now back in the shorts, I buttoned up and looked at myself - sort of clean. I did not want to tell a friend about what I saw here - it was just my impressions. My little secret. I did not want to go to the boat, and did not want to go too. I wanted to go home and scroll in a quiet, relaxed atmosphere, all that I saw today standing behind a birch tree, watching people in love with each other. When Stas came and announced that there were fishermen sitting at the boat, I was even glad, and offered to go home. Already at home I was lost in memories. Standing in the shower, remembering the bare breasts of the woman from the park, I finished a couple of times. And when he went to bed, before he fell asleep, he presented himself several times in the place of that man. In my fantasies, I went much further than he. And, frankly, the fantasy about this woman, about the different versions of this story, has been visiting me for a long time. But this is a completely different story, much richer and more frank than the one that occurred in reality. I never saw this pair again, although I specially went for a walk along the forest path hoping to peek at them again. I hope they all went well. I wish it were good.
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10!!! +++
Beautiful romantic tale. A little bit exciting. However, one thing jarred me. But this is my bzik. This is a frequent buzz. Or maybe it is in this story that it should be? After all, if you do not pay attention to the introduction, then there was not a single dialogue. Only descriptive action, the beauty of lovers, their feelings towards each other.
This is just such a case when the story does not fit into the category of porn, namely under the erotic. Nothing depraved between them happened and peeping over them, too, can not be condemned. It happened involuntarily to him. He didn’t seem to want to, but he expected when they would leave to take the place freed from them. Instead, he got a front row seat to watch an erotic play.
Sometimes such a soft, beautiful erotic can excite more than outright porn, which has simply become boring or seems very dirty. But this is my opinion and it is correct only for me)))
Thank you, Emilia for the pleasant moments delivered to me from reading your new story.
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Thank you for such an extensive review))) I don’t have to wait for anything else, so if you want a soft beautiful eroticism - please wait,))) In this case, I join your, Yura, opinion - really become boring porn. Although in my case, it is not exactly boring, but simply indigestible. Here, I am writing for myself, what I like. And glad that my writing is not only able to please me)))
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Emilia, here you are able to present different amoral things beautifully and romanticly. The most beautiful flowers grow from the dirt - this is your chip, I understood.
Small remarks - the end, the very last paragraph, seemed somewhat crumpled, crumpled. It was possible to continue a beautiful fantasy, to extend the aftertaste. I personally had a feeling of incompleteness.
And yet - stop already in each story to describe itself. I begin to suspect narcissism in you. Just kidding
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Oh, Rinat ... And I had a feeling that you attacked me with this review. You did not like the end. Well, it could be. I just thought that this story should not have continued, if to describe the hero's fantasies in detail, it will be a separate story.
And about the fact that I am describing myself - maybe this is unconsciously coming out? No narcissism is here. It just seems to me that this image is quite feminine, and I like to use it. But I will think about diversifying female images in my stories, if such a person is already tired of the reader.
And your words about flowers growing out of mud seemed to me completely incomprehensible.Do you think I'm writing immorality and dirt? Until now, I knew your other opinion. It's a shame, however.
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Oh, women!
- Honey, does this dress go to me?
- Yes, you are so slim in it.
- What? So am I fat? Do not you love me anymore? You have another?!! I'm going to my mom !!!
Honey, I just meant that you manage to draw a masterpiece on bad paper. Your these stories are about spontaneous copulation of a yard gopnik and pregnant Madame, permanent incest of a brother and sister, a vicious relationship with a married uncle, treason, now this cyclist-onanist is a voyeur. By themselves, these stories smell bad when they hear about such a glimpse you feel disgust and hostility. But you manage to turn such stories into beautiful sensual narratives. It still needs to be able to. I kinda praised you.
And you are offended immediately. More and stand up defensive. Wow!
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Aaaaa, so that's what you wanted to say !!!)))) I just did not understand. I thought you were scolding. The misunderstanding has been settled))) I have this - I’m a little silly blonde who is not always able to grasp the meaning of what was written or said the first time))))
Thank. I did not think that I have a special gift to turn muck into a chocolate bar. And, frankly, the themes of my stories do not seem to me to be the most immoral, I really believe that in some selected cases there can be beautiful relationships between people in ugly circumstances. My fantasy often wanders into the wilds of the unlawful. But apparently, this is an indicator of my own immorality, since there is a desire to write about this)))
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Enough of hiding behind the close-up blonde and justifying your shoals to them!
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Or maybe I feel comfortable in it?)))
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Beautiful, delicate flowers, symbolizing purity, sublime love, innocence and chastity - Lotus, (water lilies) grow in quiet, still water, slightly smelling of mud. And someone, looking at these lakes, sees a swamp, feels its smell, and someone looks at lilies.
I did not see dirt or vulgarity in the story; I saw a beautiful, romantic description of what is called the pinnacle of love — intimacy. And a little flushed. My friend and I also loved to sunbathe near one of such a quiet forest lake. And what if someone was watching us too? Once we were nearly caught. Barely managed to hide behind a towel. And then they laughed feverishly.
Everything is described very vital, I liked it.
Ten Emilia, and all three ticks.
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What a beautiful picture appeared in my head - a lake with large water lilies, quietly and calmly ... It's great!))) I really, really love nature, and unity with it. There is nothing more beautiful than naturalness and natural purity.
The idea was the same - to show precisely the sublime intimate, not only physical, but intimate feeling, when people are as frank as possible, thinking that they are alone and no one sees them.
I had such a situation, and the sensations obtained while living these moments, then they are forever sealed in the memory with precious imprints. These memories are always nice to return.
Thanks for the tip, Li!)))
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The story is beautiful and fascinating)))
But I did not understand the moral torment of a guy ... why it was impossible to have full sex?
Sex in nature is a cool thrill!)))
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Maybe they were not torments - according to the author’s idea, the main character was an observer, and he only guessed what was happening between them. Perhaps they really were not yet close, and perhaps the man did not want to put the lady at risk of being caught and ashamed. And it seems to me, if they were busy with the sekas in full, the thin veil of erotica would have been torn. I love to torment with anticipation))) And I myself languish) So let the girl stay short ...)))
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It was this that confused me ... what was such a nice excuse for the hero's actions sounded from the lips of the spy ... And what in reality could stop a guy not uncover his own boy? Maybe tender romantic feelings for a girl ... and maybe an undertreated love sore?) This is of course an extreme, but still ...)))
As for not being caught, then he recalled a little later, once he managed to divide her ... especially since in practice they had already been caught)))
If they were not yet close, then even the guy would hardly have refused, at least, a blowjob)))
It remains one option that I had, sorry, in life ... The boy just finished in panties while he was pleasing pussy ... and in order not to look silly, he began to carry some tales ... At that time she pretended that believed, but I'm not blind, and noticed his embarrassment))) Well, a misfire and a misfire, it's even cute, why hide it ?!)))
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How vulgar you are, Eva!))))))))))))))))))))))) ) Tell me again that he has a small member, and did not want to shame))))
And why, really, straight into the pants?))) I’m some kind of hidden gerantophil, I didn’t have a young one. Maybe it's from inexperience?)
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Well, yes, there is a little)))))))))))
And not so inexperienced ... apparently I’m to blame, I could not stand my over-the-top sexuality)))
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Here, we ourselves are always to blame)))) Then we overestimate - we get premature ejaculation, then we don’t get excited - we get the wrong density)))))
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Girls, and you do not admit that he just wanted to hold her in a state of strong excitement? This also happens, because the man was clearly not a teenager, described in the story. And the observer judged only by his own experience. An experienced man often keeps a woman in a state of strong excitement for a long time. From this they become tigress.
Therefore, it can still understatement? We know just what I saw. And we see only that beautiful picture that he painted.
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I admit, and in general, the version is one of the most attractive))) And attractive ...)))) Already excited by reading))
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This is from life experience). Very nice to bring a woman to this state. To creep in unnoticed under the clothes, and even, when it is already possible, giving her a small discharge, do not give full.
But then, when the time comes, if the brains were still working, then there would be a thought, wouldn’t it force you?
Therefore, I agree that by painting beautifully the refraction of feelings in the mirror of the soul of GG, you did not focus on those for whom he was spying. Let this part of the picture each draw for himself. Who oiled, who watercolor, who coal.
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Well, what have you done?))))) How will I sleep now, after such descriptions?)))))) Well this is not a man, this is a dream!)))
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And how can I sleep after this story?)))))
If I still haven't solved the problem, who was seducing anyone there, near the water lilies?
The joke is accepted. And no kidding !!!)))))))
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As far as I understand, we have a whole sect of the same readers on the background of the work of Emilia (I almost wrote the sixth). But for me sex on nature is a new, unknown thing. Because the story is pleasant and interesting. It was curious)))
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Alex, yes, this is not just me, in fact, a certain author and certain readers who he satisfies read. I myself do it myself - I do not read everyone, but only those who are close, whose stories I like and are more suitable for me. So it is quite logical)
This story has become an interesting experience for me - writing from a third person, but as if from the first - in reality, my participation in this story was different, I did not observe, but just participated))) I don’t know if I was observed some moment it seemed - what if they could? Well, in general, the theme of nature and warm, sincere feelings between a man and a woman are just close to me, which find their manifestation not only in beautiful words or deeds, but also in natural closeness.
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I made it a rule for anyone to never envy. But, damn it, I envy you that you were able to try it personally. This is probably just awesome. Solitude with a man in solitude with nature. It is something)))
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You are right - I often come back to these memories, and always with pleasure. For those who can feel the world around and themselves, as part of it is a great experience.
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The wonderful park of the Komsomol in the city of Omsk, a wonderful lake, and a wonderful woman that a fool has lost. Lost, and she wrote a story about him. You are a talented and very smart girl, Emilia. It is a pity that you will not read these words. Well, what if? ..
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I read. Thank you for such a high appreciation of their creativity.
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