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At The FireAt the fire …After today’s sightseeing flight with Karin I prepared the machine and after the final check I pushed it back onto the turntable in the hangar and secured the wheels of the main landing gear with the blocks.She said I should bring a bottle of red wine for dinner. That might be a bit tight, I’d rather get two. In the wine shop, I finally chose a Château Lafitte from the Médoc. What a luck that there was a flower store next to the vinotheque. The pretty, friendly smiling saleswoman prepared a nice bouquet for me.After a short drive through the city, I arrived at the address Karin had written on my note. The chic, dark yellow painted house, surrounded by a large garden with a high wall, radiated something homely. No smooth, grey-cold concrete architecture, but more in the villa style of the last century. Only not quite as big. Under one of the groups of trees there was an octagonal arbour with a covered veranda, which could be reached via a curved path lined with rose beds from the slightly higher terrace. At the far end of the property, a dark wooden tool shed with semi-glazed doors could still be made out. Two short stairs led up from the light marbled forecourt to the covered entrance door of the house.When I got out of the car, the two wings of the mighty entrance gate made of solid oak closed. She must have noticed me already. In my left hand the two bottles of red wine, in my right hand the flowers, I walked up the stairs to the entrance. At the top, the door opened and she stood in front of me.What a sight! A long red, almost off-the-shoulder evening dress with spaghetti straps and a low neckline and in addition very elegant enormously high heels. Her already perfect figure was breathtakingly shown to advantage. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around my neck and let me feel her warm soft lips on mine.”I’m glad you could come,” she received me: “And thank you for the great flowers, I’ll put them in the water right away. Perhaps you would like to go into the kitchen and decant the wine? The carafe is right next to the espresso machine! The waiter’s knife is right next to it.””The meal will take a while, we’ll have a glass of champagne in the meantime and let the wine breathe a little more”, she said quietly with a meaningful look to me and took me gently by the hand to lead me into the salon. It was all very tastefully decorated. A large dining table of solid oak with red upholstered chairs and a spacious red corner couch with an accompanying table, along with an antique secretary and sideboard, dominated the ensemble. Opposite the couch there was a brick fireplace, partly made of black granite with a large glass pane. Inside it were already piled up birch logs and at the very top a fidibus was artfully built over with small wood.I loosened the agraffe and turned the cork out bahis firmaları of the bottle. A Pommery Grand Cru was certainly not a bad choice. While I carefully filled the champagne flutes, she sat down beside me on the other corner of the couch. It was not hidden from me that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were subtly but unmistakably visible under the fabric and the contours of her beautiful breasts could also be seen through the fabric. I wonder if she wore panties? After she had elegantly crossed her long legs, this should remain a secret for the time being.We sipped the noble drink with pleasure and chatted about rather trivial things. Karin wanted to know how long I had been a pilot and what I do for a living. She told me about her love of languages and numerous long journeys and that she would teach English, French and Italian as a student councilor at a high school. She also told me some details about her past failed relationships and that she would prefer a single life for the time being. Nevertheless, she would like to have a casual, uncomplicated, but very sensual erotic affair with a man full of feeling and fantasy without any further obligations. And if I could imagine such a thing with her, she asked and looked me almost a little bit afraid in the eyes. Obviously, she also expected to be turned down.Oh yes and how I could imagine that! That was exactly what turned me on madly. I had been dreaming about it for a long time, but I didn’t really dare to hope that it would happen. Actually, we agreed rather unromantically to explore each other very slowly, to communicate our likes and dislikes honestly and uninhibitedly, and in case our affair failed, to end it silently without any arguments. Neither of us were naive teenagers or half-witted twens anymore; this deal had to be done. My concerns about the age difference – Karin was almost twenty years younger than me – she spontaneously and rigorously wiped them out. For some time now, she had been increasingly attracted to more mature, experienced men.Meanwhile the champagne was coming to an end and she began to serve dinner. The delicious carpaccio was followed by a variation of game on dark beer sauce with cranberry pear and a perfect napkin dumpling. A colorful salad in Italian style rounded off the dish. In addition we enjoyed the Château Lafitte from wonderfully large, filigree glasses, which conjured up a dark, warm sound when toasted.My eyes fell again and again on her fantastic breasts, as they appeared in waving movements under her red dress. Incautiously, Karin once bent quite low over the table to present herself again. To my great delight, I was able to catch a deep glimpse of her breasts down to her nipples. How I would have loved to hold these two round things in my hand right now!Outside it had already become dark, kaçak iddaa only the three table candles and half a dozen decorative lights, distributed in the salon, were still burning and gave a romantic dimmed light. “I think we should have dessert now,” suggested Karin and left for the kitchen. “You can light the fireplace,” she shouted to me through the half-open door. I went to the oven, lit the fidibus with my lighter and closed the glass door. After a short time, a bright yellow, loudly crackling fire of small spruce logs flared up, which slowly set fire to the large birch logs below. These began to send a pleasant warmth through the glass window with much darker, reddish and bluish colored powerful flames.Karin brought a delicious crème brûlée with fresh fruit to the coffee table and we joked c***dishly silly while breaking the sugar crust with a spoon and fed each other with the sweet pieces. Probably not least because of the enjoyment of the meanwhile second bottle of the red wine, the mood was highly exuberant. Our hands touched each other in playfully silly fights and finally our fingers crossed in a tense position. After a little while the connection broke and her hand lay open on mine. With the fingertips of my other hand I stroked her palm and her fingers up to the tips of her hands. Karin closed her eyes and signaled to me with a soft, pleasant moan that she obviously liked it very much. With gently circling movements I pampered the inside of her forearm up to the crook of her arm and reaped an even more intense moaning in return. Finally she closed her hand tightly around mine.Then Karin stood up and led me close to the now brightly blazing fireplace. “Pit, I want you to strip me completely naked right here by the fire,” she whispered into my ear. Of course I didn’t let her tell me twice. Slowly I pulled the zipper of her dress on her back all the way down, slipped it over her beautiful body and let it fall to the ground. No, she was not yet completely naked, a black, semi-transparent string still covered her vulva. I kneeled down in front of her, embraced her shapely buttocks with fingers spread wide and kneaded her sensitively but intensely. Under a deep sigh she pressed my head very close to her body. Through her thong I could feel my lips touching her warm labia and the smell of her arousal stimulated my senses.Without releasing the close touch, I pulled Karin’s thong down. My spontaneous realization that she was completely clean-shaven in the genital area made my heart beat faster. I have always been an avowed fan of a Hollywood cut. My lips enjoyed the soft feel of her distinct mons pubis and I was almost tempted to touch her inner labia with my tongue. But no, we wanted to take it slowly and softly!She pulled me up to her and first loosened the black leather belt of my trousers. kaçak bahis Skilfully she opened my waistband, her hand slipped down and embraced my meanwhile already half erect stick. “Oh, Pit, you’re circumcised, that’s a lucky strike,” she beamed at me: “I love the look and feel of it and imagine that I can feel it more intensely inside me. Karin pulled my pants all the way down and then grasped the waistband of my panties with her teeth to pull them down to my ankles. While I was walking up she cheekily gave me a fleeting kiss on the bare, bulging glans of my now completely stiff member. Then she quickly opened the cuffs and front buttons of my shirt and wiped it off. After a short time, we were both completely naked and turned around tightly, stroking each other’s backs in the flickering glow of the fireplace, taking turns enjoying the warmth of the radiation.I sat cross-legged flat on the flokati carpet which was not far from the fireplace and Karin did the same for me without being asked, so that we found ourselves in the lotus flower position. So she seemed to be well versed in the Kamasutra. Without penetrating her, I gently pampered her enchanting breasts with my lips and tongue and tenderly caressed her neck, ears and forehead up to the hairline with my fingertips. Her moaning, which had been restrained until then, now became more intense as I pulled her so far towards me that the tip of my glans touched her vulva. With her narrow delicate hand Karin grabbed my stiff cock and moved it up and down in such a way that it pleasantly stimulated her inner labia and clitoris. For me, this was of course also a very pleasurable feeling. All of a sudden she stopped, grabbed me by the buttocks and with an incredibly loud and lustful sigh she drew herself all the way to me, so that I penetrated deep into her soft, warm, soaking wet pleasure grotto.With alternating slow and fast movements we let the swelling flood of lust flow into us for minutes until Karin reached the first, already quite violently loud climax. Holding each other even tighter, we galloped towards the home stretch and at the same time we experienced an overwhelming orgasm together, which made our bodies tremble and shake completely under loud cries of lust. Tired of the exertions, we let ourselves sink onto the soft carpet and in the spoon position we fell asleep in front of the warm fire in the flickering light.After a while only red embers and small bluish flames could be seen in the fireplace and Morpheus released the lovers from his arms. We decided that the bed in the bedroom would be the more comfortable way to spend the rest of the night together and after a stopover in the bathroom we went there and happily fell asleep naked nestled together.The next morning I was awakened by the inviting smell of fresh coffee. Karin had already set the table in the kitchen and welcomed me in her robe. After the extensive breakfast we said goodbye with a long, intense kiss and Karin waved at me smiling from the platform in front of the front door as I walked to my car.

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