Good day, reader / reader! What you read further is a fragment of real correspondence. Virtual sex is beautiful and exciting.

SHE IS:

Warm spring, probably April. We spend time in a large company of friends or just good friends. Perhaps it's someone's birthday. And none of those present knows that there is something between us.

We communicate, have fun, flirt with guys and girls, try to pretend that they are not interesting to each other. And only occasionally, I catch your look. Especially when you notice me dancing with some of the men present. Noticing that you are watching, I cling to the man tightly - our dance begins to go a little beyond the limits of decency.

But I am not teasing him. And you.

Only you know that under a thin dress on me there is nothing but a thin bra and stockings on garters. I like that you are watching me, although a girl winds about you, aggressively trying to grab your attention.

There is no jealousy in your view, only interest, what will I do next? And yet ... Another memory slips, a light last night was gorgeous and I still feel the warmth of your fingers on my body, you taste my lips. From the surging excitement, I feel very hot and have nothing to breathe. I interrupt the dance and, having left the surprised partner, go out onto the veranda. I need fresh air and it is so good that there is no one around. I do not have to explain to anyone what the reason for the bashful blush on my cheeks. More precisely, in whom ...

Will you continue?

HE:

You gave me a mysterious look and left the room. I remembered how well we had the time at night, in a warm embrace. I wanted to look into your eyes, hug and kiss. Touch your skin. You were gone a couple of minutes and I started to get worried. Need to ask, is everything ok, suddenly that guy hurt you? I decided to look for you.

I quietly looked out on the veranda, you stood and looked out the window. Creeping up to you, I covered your eyes with your hands and kissed your neck.

Of course, you heard me, but you decided to play along and laughed. I started to laugh too, my hands shifted to your waist, you turned to me.

No one, we hear the muffled sounds of fun. I hold you ... kiss ... You warmly respond to a kiss. Passionately. Caressing lips, we weave tongues. Hearing your quiet moan, I start to forget and greedily shuffle through your body. You hold on harder, and my hand gently drops from waist to hip and starts crawling up again, but under the dress ...

SHE IS:

Of course, I knew that you could follow me, but I was still surprised to hear the sound of your footsteps. You came from behind and, my neck doused with your hot breath. You are so close ...

From this childish: “Guess who?” I laugh, because it’s impossible not to recognize your hands.

I turn to you and you hold me tight.

My body melts in your arms. There is no other world besides where we are alone. All external sounds are heard as if through a column of water.

In the twilight of the veranda, I see your eyes and smile. Second and you kiss me. I dissolve in our kiss. So hot and passionate. The warmth of your fingers, which I feel first through the fabric of the dress, the lace of the stockings, and then, finally, on my skin, responds with a wave of excitement in my body. You lead me, forcing me to take a step back to the window and sit on the windowsill. Gently lift my knees and press even harder.

I feel your heartbeat. Your hands wander under the dress, teasing, you walk with your fingertips over your chest, line of ribs, go down ... Goose bumps run through your body. I tear away from your lips and exhale: “They can come in at any moment.” You laugh and kiss me even tighter.

I stroke your shoulders, bury my fingers in my hair, bite my lips ...Your tremor is transmitted to me, pouring out into a single desire - to erase all boundaries, dissolve in affection without reserve and belong to you ...

HE:

When I made my way under the dress, I understood - you do not have clothes on. It affected me more than the notorious red cloth acts on the bull. I felt the delicate skin of your buttocks and thighs, squeezed and gently stroked your elastic and so desired body. I forgot where I am, I forgot who I am, and that we can be caught.

I just want you, I want crazy.

I put you on the window sill and snuggled up. Snuggled in to make you feel what my reaction to you. He kissed, slowly and gently, and then he dug his lips into you. Oh, those lips, sweet and tasty, kiss, lick, and all is not enough for me! ... Control? What could be the control, next to such a girl?

In my head there are fragments of thoughts: "undress ... caress ... take ... bring to madness ..."

I hardly forced myself to break away from you, made half a step back. How are you hot! Gently but firmly touched the inside of your thigh and slowly slid higher, carefully looking into your eyes ...

Offtop:

- I hope I bring you today.

- Mmm ... Minx, I'm sorry you're at work.

- Well, well ... From this place more, please. While I think over my move.

- I would like you to bring yourself too, but you are at work ... Maybe let's continue the game another time. I do not want to be "brought" myself, sunshine.

- Everyone is asleep, and the office is locked. I would not start the game if I had not had the opportunity to bring myself. This is a favorite sleeping pill.

- Not a word more, continue!

SHE IS:

I throw one leg on your thigh, opening access ... Your fingers burn with fire, it seems that there are traces on the skin. Inside, everything turns over and freezes, waiting for your caress. You are so close that I feel the strength of your flesh through the fabric of the trousers. If only you knew how much I want you! All thoughts are about you! So want to touch you There. What I do not forget to hotly whisper in your ear.

HE:

My palm tends to your hidden flesh, I feel like you are trembling at my touch. I stroke your hips, massage. Only occasionally, as if by chance, I touch your gentle and alluring girlfriend.

I was glad to hear your whisper. My friend has long asked for freedom and affection.

Listening carefully, that we are definitely alone, I think what to do. A chair catches my eye. I prop the door to them - now we will not interfere for sure. I’m close again and kiss you even bolder and more assertive, asking if you want to continue.

SHE IS:

I look into your eyes, put my hand on the trouser belt and begin to slowly unbutton it: “Stop me if you want.”

Stop it?

HE:

No, I am interested to know what you have in mind.

SHE IS:

I unbutton my pants, - your underwear is the last barrier on my way. But I'm not in a hurry. Watching your reaction, stroking you through the fabric. Your breath quickens, you cover my hand and squeeze. You can not wait. Like me, but so nice to torture and tease you.

I whisper in your ear, nibbling my lobe: "Tell me, what should I do next?"

HE:

Oh, your bites ... You know my weakness. I know what you are driving at, but I have a few other plans. Your pleasure comes first.

I decide to remove the pants so as not to interfere. Oh, and the picture would be from the side. It is good that we are safe and we have quite a lot of time. In the corner, I spotted a chair, which is not so hot which piece of furniture, but I have to cope with the task. I put you on a chair and kiss your knee, then the second. I so much want to make you nice! I start moving kisses higher ...

What should I do next?

SHE IS:

All you want is the sun!

HE:

I climb kisses higher. What are your beautiful legs! I'm ready to burst with excitement!

The closer I am to the cherished goal, the wider you are spreading the legs. Yes! I want to ...