1. Butterflies in my Stomach 1: Taken by surprise


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: julietbravo, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    You are restless all day. In the office you are hardly able to concentrate. You write an e-mail twice, and only notice it quite at the end, thank goodness before hitting the send button. When you bring a cup of coffee to your boss, your hand trembles and you ruin a document on his desk. Your apology is stammered and indistinct. He looks at you blankly – confused by the change in your behavior. Then, on the way home, you step into a gully and brake the heel, the right heel of your new black pumps, those you've bought just for today. Bought just for meeting me... It has been three days since you met me. In the concert hall. You rushed in only after the third ringing, crimson cheeks bore witness to your haste to be on time. Nodding shortly, politely, somewhat formally to the right and to the left neighbor, to me, after finally taking your seat. You pulled your slipped down summer dress’ strap correctly over your shoulder again. The orchestra entered the stage right after you came, and finally the conductor. He raised his baton for Mahler's fifth symphony, the opus is a roller coaster of emotions; a continuous switchover of lyrical and hectic phrases. During the Adagietto, the most melancholic piece of music that has ever been set in sheet music, I looked over to you. A tear ran down your cheek, barely visible in the darkened concert hall. I gave you my handkerchief, your gaze silently thanked me, you dried your tears and smelled my perfume in the piece of textile. Your gaze ...
    examined me in the darkness, following the lines of my expensive costume, the silky shine of my stockings, I felt more of your gazes beyond those I caught sight of, while the orchestra faded away the last notes of the Adagietto. After the concert - 60 minutes without a break! - you nodded at me wordlessly and immediately, even before I have finished my question whether you want to have a drink together. We left the air-conditioned building - and the summer evening’s mugginess hit us like a club. We walked a few hundred meters through the bustling old town - my goodness, it's Tuesday and almost 10 PM – what are all these people doing here? Down by the river I dragged you into my favorite bistro. Here it was again quiet and air-conditioned. Gino at the bar arched his right eyebrow in greeting. I used the bathroom and pulled off my stockings – they are unbearable in this climate! Going back to the bar, a conversation had developed between Gino and you. I could hear your bright laughter – did he talk about me? Your conversation stopped when I came closer. You drank ginger ale, I had a Prosecco, much too fast. The heat! After the first glass I offered you would call me by my first name, after the second glass your hand rested on my forearm, after the third glass I rather threw a banknote on the counter and pulled you out, out into the night. It was dark now, but the weather has hardly cooled down. I linked my arm with yours - this was probably safer after three quick glasses of ...
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