Masumi con due ultime bracciate rag

Masumi con due ultime bracciate raggiunse velocemente il bordo della piscina. Appoggiò le mani sulle piastrelle e si tirò su facendo leva sulle braccia. Tolse gli occhialetti e la cuffia e, con una mano, cercò di sistemarsi un po' i capelli. Le gocce d'acqua percorrevano il suo corpo acerbo di diciottenne, sebbene già così tonico e attraente. Si guardò intorno il giovane Masumi Hayami, mentre recuperava un asciugamano da una panca poco distante, per poi poggiarsela sulla spalla. C'erano almeno altre 20 persone a esercitarsi nelle vasche, con età e estrazioni sociali piuttosto differenti. Dalla mamma, con qualche chilo in più, col suo bambino, all'ex nuotatore professionista, passando per giovani e meno giovani appassionati di nuoto, o, semplicemente, alla ricerca di qualcosa che li aiutasse a scaricare lo stress della vita quotidiana. Certo non aveva nulla a che vedere con la piscina della sua tenuta. A volte il cloro era fastidioso, e c'erano periodi in cui era troppo affollata, tanto che si correva il pericolo di venirsi addosso, durante le vasche. E non era neanche la piscina del club del padre, frequentata dalla società “in” di Tokyo, perlopiù signore bene in costumi firmati e i loro viziatissimi figli. Eppure una volta a settimana lui era li, a nuotare e a guardarsi intorno, a mischiarsi con la realtà rumorosa e colorata delle gente comune, a sentirsi, piacevolmente, anonimo. La prima volta c'era capitato un po' per sbaglio, notando l'architettura piuttosto originale dell'esterno della costruzione, poi vedendo il via via di persone, in particolar modo la loro espressione rilassata, aveva voluto provare, assecondando quel moto di ribellione tipico dell'adolescenza che il suo status sociale ancora non era riuscito a reprimere. Nessuno, infatti, era a conoscenza di questa sua frequentazione. Si asciugò le braccia e si scansò per lasciar passare due ragazzini chiassosi che stavano per buttarsi in acqua. Raramente parlava con qualcuno, eppure la presenza delle altre persone era percepita come gradevole, non intrusiva. Era solo ma non si sentiva osservato, come gli capitava quando era nella sua abitazione o in giro insieme a suo padre. Non era una solitudine che gli altri gli imponevano, in segno di rispetto o per sfida, ma una condizione di libertà che lo faceva sentire leggero. Recuperò le sue infradito e mosse un po' le braccia per scioglierle. L'allenamento dei tanti sport che praticava, era chiaramente visibile sul suo fisico. Era un bel ragazzo, complici anche i suoi occhi magnetici e i bei tratti del volto. Anche questo era uno degli insegnamenti del padre, avere una bella presenza favorisce gli affari, ma tutto sommato non gli era pesato sottostare a quella disposizione, e poi, fare sport, lo allontanava almeno per qualche ora da quei vecchi barbuti dei collaboratori di Hayami Senior, che vedeva negli incontri di affari ogni pomeriggio, dopo la scuola. Mentre recuperava anche il borsone incrociò uno sguardo. Lei aveva appena terminato la lezione odierna e stava salutando i suoi allievi. Era da un pò che Masumi aveva notato come lei lo guardasse, lo cercasse, in mezzo al caos del turno della sera. Due o tre volte avevano scambiato qualche parola. Lei era un’universitaria che si pagava gli studi col lavoro in piscina. Lui era stato piuttosto evasivo nel parlare di se, e probabilmente aveva usato un nome fittizio nel presentarsi, ne lei sembrava particolarmente interessata a sapere altro. Si era accorto però del modo in cui lo aveva squadrato, soffermandosi su ogni particolare del suo corpo.
All’inizio si era sentito piuttosto in imbarazzo, pur cercando di non darlo a vedere, ma col tempo aveva imparato a sostenere quegli sguardi, a stare al gioco. In realtà non era ancora molto interessato alle ragazze. La scuola privata che frequentava era maschile, ma ciononostante vedeva e conosceva molte donne nelle occasioni mondane. Figlie di persone importanti o facoltose, dipendenti di suo padre, e tante, troppe, attrici. Ed erano molte ad aver mostrato interesse per il giovane Hayami. Ma lui non ricambiava. Forse per la formalità di quei contesti (sentirsi dare del lei a 18 anni lo irritava a morte) o semplicemente perché era stato cresciuto sentendosi dire che solo impegnandosi a fondo e mantenendosi sempre il migliore, sarebbe stato degno di essere un Hayami. Lui che un Hayami, in realtà, non era. Doveva guadagnarselo e, ora come ora, quello era il suo obiettivo. E grande desiderio di sua madre. Non c’era tempo e spazio per altro. Sorrise alla donna, una specie di contentino per l'audacia e la tenacia con cui lo marcava stretto. E poi si diresse alle docce, ultima tappa prima di tornare nel suo mondo ovattato. L'acqua tiepida scorreva fluida tra i suoi capelli, spesso si tratteneva un po' di più del necessario sotto il getto, forse, inconsciamente, nel tentativo di prolungare quel momento di fuga dai suoi obblighi di giovane rampollo. Il via vai dai bagni si era incredibilmente ridotto e, notandolo, si accorse che si stava facendo tardi. Lasciò correre l'acqua sul viso e si ritrovò a chiudere gli occhi ancora per qualche minuto, quando sentì delle dita sfiorargli il petto. Aprì gli occhi, allertato, e si trovò davanti la giovane donna. Lei lo guardava con un sorriso malizioso e la sua inesperienza non gli fece cogliere immediatamente il senso di quell'irruzione. Le afferrò la mano e cercò di allontanarla da lui, ma lei con l'altra lo sfiorò sul costume, molto sensualmente. Lui si ritrovò a socchiudere gli occhi e allentare la presa della sua mano, e lei ne approfittò per raggiungergli il collo e farsi leva per portare le sue labbra a breve distanza dal suo viso.
"Non dire niente, è da così tanto che desidero farlo"
e cosi dicendo cominciò a mordergli dolcemente un labbro, sfiorandolo a tratti con la lingua. Poi si accostò di più al suo corpo e portò una mano sulla schiena liscia del ragazzo. Lui la teneva rigidamente per i fianchi, indeciso sull’allontanarla o meno. Il contatto delle sue labbra era piacevole, lo incuriosiva. L'iniziativa della donna da una parte lo aveva fatto sorridere, lusingato ma nello stesso tempo convinto di poter gestire il gioco, magari interrompendolo in modo inaspettato e lasciandola a bocca asciutta, dall'altro lo intrigava perché, nonostante le tipiche chiacchiere tra maschi sulle donne, era la prima volta che era così vicino ad una ragazza, e percepire le proprie reazioni alla sua presenza lo inebriava. Lei aveva cominciato a cercare un contatto più profondo delle loro labbra, mentre gli accarezzava la schiena e si appoggiava a lui in modo provocante. Aveva un bel corpo, curve morbide, nonostante un seno poco prosperoso, da sportiva, aveva sciolto i capelli e lui si ritrovò ad accarezzarli, mentre si inzuppavano d'acqua della doccia. Il vapore dell'acqua calda aveva creato un ambiente ovattato intorno a loro. Lui mosse le labbra danzando con lei, sempre solo labbra contro labbra, senza approfondire. Lei sembrò farsi più impaziente e si allungò di più verso di lui, provando a forzare le sue labbra. Lui le socchiuse e lei ne approfittò per insinuare la lingua tra esse. Masumi la accolse per qualche istante poi ruppe il bacio e ritornò sulla bocca di lei esplorandola, con impeto, avvicinandosela ancora di più, tenendola per le natiche. Lei gli avvolse le braccia intorno al collo e assecondò con ardore i suoi baci. Lui si rese presto conto di non essere più così padrone di sé, si staccò dal suo viso e l'allontanò leggermente. Lei lo guardò stupita, temendo volesse mandarla via, ma lui le mise le mani sulle spalle e, facendole scorrere sulla sua pelle, le scansò le spalline del costume, che si arrotolò su di se, liberando i seni. La accarezzò, rapito da quella visione, incapace di fermarsi. Tornò a baciarla, tenendo una mano su un seno e accarezzandolo, massaggiandolo, stringendolo. Lei gemette sulle sue labbra, eccitata da quella dolce tortura. Poi prese i lembi del costume e lo fece scendere ancora, finche non riuscì a farlo scorrere fino ai suoi piedi, rimandendo completamente nuda. Prese una mano di Masumi e la guidò sul suo corpo caldo fino a farla giungere sulla sua intimità e facendogli chiudere la mano a coppa su di essa. Lui la accarezzò e godette della sua espressione eccitata. Con le dita le sfiorò le pareti interne e la vide rabbridvidire quando toccò il suo clitoride. La toccò ancora, tornando a baciarla sulla bocca. Lei restò sulle sue labbra per poi cominciare a leccargli la gola, assaporando le piccole gocce d'acqua miste al sapore della sua pelle. Lui chiuse gli occhi, la mente annebbiata dalle sensazioni date dal tocco delle sue labbra. Qualcosa gli diceva di fermarsi, di recuperare il controllo. Una donna sconosciuta, di cui non ricordava neanche il nome. E lui, un ragazzo sconosciuto, con un nome falso e una facciata di persona qualunque con cui lei l’aveva conosciuto. Sapeva che il loro era solo un incontro di corpi, però il calore febbrile della pelle della ragazza gli sembrava già così familiare da fargli desiderare tutto di lei. Si sentì circondare la vita dalle sue mani affusolate, e poi quelle stesse mani iniziare a sfiorargli il contorno del costume. Sentì la ragione divenire sempre più solo e soltanto una flebile voce. Lasciò che lei gli sfilasse il costume, scorrendo lei stessa giù, lungo il suo corpo, e poi percepire chiaramente la consistenza delle sue labbra attorno al suo membro. Divenne tutto e solo sensi. Il sangue sembrò impazzire nelle vene, lei lo toccava, lo leccava, in modo esperto, lui la lasciò fare sentendosi completamente incapace di qualunque reazione. Capì che stava quasi per arrivare al limite e, come preso da un raptus improvviso, la sollevò facendola poi aderire al muro della doccia. Lei gli agganciò le gambe attorno alla vita, nello sguardo un chiaro segnale di invito. Lui restò immobile per alcuni istanti, guardandola negli occhi, il respiro affannato, forse consapevole del confine che stava per oltrepassare. La vide, bellissim

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Masumi with last two strokes quickly reached the edge of the pool. Leaned hands on tiles and pulled on leveraging arms. Took off his glasses and headgear and, with one hand, he tried to settle some hair. Water droplets ran over his body, although immature 18-year-old already so toned and attractive. He looked around the younger Masumi Hayami, while recovering a towel from a bench nearby, then poggiarsela on the shoulder. There were at least 20 more people to exercise in the tanks, with ages and walks of life quite different. Mama, with a few extra pounds, with her baby, the former professional swimmer, passing for young and not so young swimmers, or simply looking for something that would help them download the stress of everyday life. Some had nothing to do with the pool of his estate. Sometimes the chlorine was annoying, and there were times when it was too crowded, so much that she ran the risk of coming on, while the tanks. And it wasn't even the father's club pool, frequented by the company in Tokyo, mostly ladies in swimsuits and their children viziatissimi. But once a week he was there, to swim and to look around, to mix it up with the noisy and colorful reality of ordinary people to feel pleasantly, anonymous. The first time there was a little mistake, noting the rather original architecture of the exterior of the building, then seeing the people gradually, especially their relaxed expression, had wanted to try, following the rebellion of adolescence that her social status had not yet been able to suppress. No one was aware of this his attendance. Wiped her arms and dodged to let two rowdy boys who were about to jump into the water. Rarely spoke with anyone, but the presence of other persons was perceived as pleasant, unobtrusive. It was only observed but did not feel like when he was in his home or hanging out with his father. It wasn't a loneliness that others impose, as a sign of respect or to challenge, but a condition of freedom that made him feel lighter. Recovered his flip flops and slightly moves her arms to dissolve them. Training of the sports who practiced, was clearly visible on his body. Was a nice guy, even her complicit magnetic eyes and beautiful facial features. This was also one of the lessons of his father, have a nice presence promotes business, but all in all it was not weighed under that provision, then, play sports, at least for a few hours away from those old employee of bearded Hayami, Senior in business meetings every afternoon, after school. While recovering the bag also crossed a look. She had just finished the lesson today and he was waving to his students. It was a while since Masumi had noticed how she looked, I tried, amid the chaos of the night shift. Two or three times they had exchanged a few words. She was a paid graduate studies with work in the pool. He had been rather evasive in talking about himself, and had probably used a fictitious name in the show up, she seemed especially interested to know more. Had noticed the way he had squared, dwelling on every detail of her body.At the beginning he had felt rather embarrassed, while trying not to show it, but over time he learned to support those looks, to play the game. It really wasn't very interested in girls yet. The private school he attended was male but nevertheless saw and knew many women in social occasions. Daughters of important people or wealthy individuals, employees of his father, and many, many, actresses. And they were many who have shown interest in the young Hayami. But he didn't reciprocate. Maybe for the formality of these contexts (feel you giving 18 years the irritated to death) or simply because it was raised feeling to say that only by engaging fully and keeping the best, would have been worth a Hayami. He that Hayami, actually, it wasn't. He had to earn it and right now, that was his goal. And great desire of his mother. There was no time and space for more. The woman smiled, a sort of SOP to the boldness and tenacity with which marked him tight. And then headed to the showers, the last stop before returning to his world muffled. The warm water flowed between her hair, often a little more restrained than necessary under, perhaps subconsciously, in an attempt to extend that time to escape from its obligations of young Scion. The coming and going from the bathrooms were incredibly reduced and notandolo, realized that it was getting late. Let him run the water on her face and she found herself in close your eyes for a few minutes, when she felt fingers touch your chest. He opened his eyes, alerted, and found himself in front of the young woman. She looked at him with a mischievous smile and his inexperience did not immediately grasp the meaning of that breach. The grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away from him, but she with the other grazed on the costume, very sensually. He found himself squinting and loosen the grip of his hand, and she took the opportunity to raggiungergli the neck and get leverage to bring his lips a short distance from his face."Don't say anything, so I want to do it"and so saying he began to softly bite lip, sometimes touching it with his tongue. Then came more to his body and brought a hand on the boy's smooth back. He held her tightly for the flanks, undecided on away or less. The touch of her lips was pleasant, freaked him out. The women's initiative on the one hand had made him smile, flattered but at the same time convinced he can handle the game, perhaps interrupting him unexpectedly and leaving it to dry mouth, the other was intrigued by him because, despite the usual chatter among males on women, it was the first time I was so close to a girl, and perceive their own reactions to his presence the most inebriated. She had begun to look for a deeper contact with their lips, while stroking her back and leaned him provocatively. She had a nice body, soft curves, despite a prosperous little breast, from sport, had dissolved the hair and he found himself caressing them while you shower water soaked. The hot water had created a cosy environment around them. He moves his lips dancing with her, always only lips against lips, without delving into. She seemed to be more impatient and more stretched out toward him, trying to force his lips. He parted and she took the opportunity to insinuate his tongue between them. Masumi the welcomed for a few moments then broke the kiss and returned to her mouth explorers, impetuously, even more avvicinandosela, holding her by the buttocks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ardently seconded his kisses. He soon realized he was no longer so self-possessed, broke away from her face and walked away slightly. She looked at him surprised, fearing wanted to send her away, but he put his hands on his shoulders and sliding them on his skin, he shifted the straps of the costume, which rolled up on himself, releasing her breasts. The stroked, kidnapped by that vision, unable to stop. He returned to kissing her, keeping one hand on her breast and stroking, massaging it, squeezing it. She moaned on his lips, energized by the sweet torture. Then he took the costume flaps and had him down again, until he managed to slide it up under his feet toward the coast, completely naked. Took a hand by Masumi and drove on her hot body until it reach the intimacy and close the cupped hand on it. He stroked and enjoyed her excited expression. With the fingers grazed the inside walls and saw rabbridvidire when he touched her clit. Touched her again, returning to kiss her on the mouth. She remained on her lips and then begin to lick her throat savoring the small drops of water mixed with the flavor of her skin. He closed his eyes, his mind clouded by the sensations given by the touch of his lips. Something told him to stop, to regain control. An unknown woman remembered not even the name. And he, an unknown boy, with a fake name and a façade of any person with which she had known. He knew their was just a meeting of bodies, but the feverish heat girl's skin was already so familiar that they want all of you. He felt surround the life from his hands and then tapered, those same hands begin to touch the contours of your costume. He felt the reason become increasingly only a faint voice. Let her sfilasse costume, sliding herself down his body, and then perceive clearly the consistency of her lips around his member. It became entirely and just meaning. The blood seemed to go crazy in her veins, she touched, licked, so expert, he left feeling utterly incapable of making any reaction. He realized that he was about to reach the limit and, as taken by a sudden raptus, lifted making it then stick to the wall of the shower. She pegged her legs around his waist, in a clear signal of invitation. He remained motionless for a few moments, looking into his eyes, his breathing labored, perhaps aware of the border that was about to pass. Saw it, beautiful

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Masumi with two last strokes quickly reached the edge of the pool. He put his hands on the tiles and pulled up relying on his arms. He removed his glasses and headphones and, with one hand, he tried to settle down a little 'hair. Water droplets traveling along its body of immature eighteen, although already well toned and attractive. He looked around the young Masumi Hayami, as he retrieved a towel from a nearby bench, then poggiarsela shoulder. There were at least 20 other people to practice in the tanks, with ages and walks of life quite different. By her mother, with a few more pounds, with her ​​child, former professional swimmer, through young and swimming enthusiasts, or simply looking for something to help them release stress of everyday life. Certainly she had nothing to do with the pool of his estate. Sometimes the chlorine was annoying, and there were times when it was too crowded, so much so that it was in danger of venirsi him during the tanks. It was not even the swimming club of father and attended by the company "in" Tokyo, mostly ladies in fine costumes signed viziatissimi and their children. Yet once a week he was there, to swim and to look around, to mingle with the noisy and colorful reality of ordinary people, to feel, pleasantly, anonymous. The first time there was happened a bit 'by mistake, noting the rather original architecture of the exterior of the building, then gradually seeing people, especially their expression relaxed, he had wanted to try, supporting the rebellion typical of adolescence that his social status still not been able to suppress. Indeed, no one was aware of this number of spectators. She dried her arms and pulled away to let two little boys who were boisterous to jump into the water. Rarely he spoke to anyone, but the presence of other people was perceived as pleasant, non-intrusive. He was alone but not with everyone watching him, as happened to him when he was in his home or hanging out with his father. It was not a solitude that others required him, as a sign of respect or to challenge, but a condition of freedom that made ​​him feel faint. He retrieved his flip flops and took a little 'arms to loosen them. The training of the sports that practiced, was clearly visible on his body. He was a nice guy, he accomplices even his magnetic eyes and beautiful facial features. Although this was one of the teachings of his father, to have a good looking good for business, but overall he was not weighed subject to that provision, and then, do sports, at least for a few hours away from those old bearded employees Hayami Senior , he saw in business meetings every afternoon after school. Even as he retrieved the bag folded a look. She had just finished teaching today and was greeting his students. It was a while that Masumi had noticed how she looked, seek him, amidst the chaos of the turn of the evening. Two or three times they had exchanged a few words. She was a college who paid their studies with work in the pool. He had been rather evasive in talking about if, and probably had used a fictitious name in the present, neither she seemed particularly interested in knowing more. He was aware, however, of the way he had looked, focusing on every detail of her body.
At first he felt rather embarrassed, while trying not to show it, but over time he learned to support those looks, to stand to the game. In fact it was still very interested in girls. The private school he attended was male, but nevertheless saw and knew many women on social occasions. Daughters of prominent or wealthy, employees of his father, and many, too many actresses. And they were many to have shown interest in the young Hayami. But he did not return. Perhaps for the formalities of those contexts (feeling of giving her 18 years irritated him to death), or simply because he had been raised being told that only by engaging deeply and always keeping the best, it would be worth a Hayami. He that a Hayami, in fact, was not. He had to earn it and, right now, that was his goal. And the great desire of his mother. There was no time and space for another. He smiled at the woman, a kind of sop to the boldness and tenacity with which it was marking tight. He then headed to the showers, the last stop before returning to his muffled world. The warm water flowed smoothly through his hair, often held back a bit 'more than necessary under the stream, perhaps unconsciously, in an attempt to prolong that moment of escape from his obligations to young scion. The comings and goings from the baths was incredibly small and, noticing it, he noticed that it was getting late. Let the water run over his face and found himself close his eyes for a few minutes, when he heard of his fingers brush against his chest. He opened his eyes, alerted, and found himself in front of the young woman. She looked at him with a mischievous smile and his inexperience did not immediately grasp the meaning of quell'irruzione. He grabbed her hand and tried to get her away from him, but she touched him with the other on the costume, very sensually. He found himself squinting and loosen the grip of his hand, and she took the opportunity to raggiungergli neck and be a lever to bring his lips a short distance from his face.
"Do not say anything, is so much I want to do it "
and so saying, he began to bite her lip gently, touching at times with the language. Then he approached more to his body and put his hand on the boy's smooth back. He held her tightly by the hips, undecided sull'allontanarla or less. The touch of his lips was pleasant, intrigued him. The initiative of women on the one hand made ​​him smile, but flattered at the same time convinced that he can handle the game, maybe interrupting unexpectedly and leaving empty-handed, the other intrigued him because, despite the typical chatter between males on women, was the first time I was so close to a girl, and feel his reactions to his presence intoxicated him. She had begun to look for a deeper contact of their lips while stroking his back and leaned on him provocatively. She had a beautiful body, soft curves, despite a little breast prosperous, from sports, she had her hair loose and he found himself caressing, while soaked with water from the shower. Steam hot water had created an atmosphere of peace around them. He moved his lips dancing with her, always only lips against lips, without elaborating. She seemed to grow impatient and leaned more toward him, trying to force her lips. He squinted, and she took the opportunity to insinuate his tongue between them. Masumi welcomed her for a moment then broke the kiss and went back over her mouth exploring it, impetuously, avvicinandosela even more, holding her by the buttocks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly seconded her kisses. He soon realized not to be so self-possessed, he broke away from his face and walked away slightly. She looked startled, fearing he wanted to send her away, but he put his hands on her shoulders and, sliding on his skin, dodged the epaulets of the costume, which is rolled up on itself, freeing her breasts. The stroked, kidnapped by that vision, unable to stop. He returned to kiss her, one hand on her breast and stroking, massaging, hugging. She moaned on his lips, excited by the sweet torture. Then he took the hem of costume and let him down again, until it was able to slide it up to his feet, postponing completely naked. He took her hand and led her Masumi on her hot body until it reached on its intimacy and making him close his hand cupped over it. He caressed her and enjoyed her excited expression. With your fingers touched the inside walls and saw rabbridvidire when he touched her clitoris. He touched it again, returning to kiss her on the mouth. She remained on her lips and then began to lick her throat, savoring the little drops of water mixed at the taste of her skin. He closed his eyes, his mind clouded by feelings given by the touch of his lips. Something told him to stop, to regain control. An unknown woman, which did not even know the name. And he, an unknown boy, with a false name and a facade of any person with whom she had known him. He knew that theirs was only a meeting of bodies, but the feverish heat of the skin of the girl seemed so familiar to him want everything about her. He felt surrounded the life from her slender hands, and then those same hands start to brush the outline of the costume. He heard the reason becoming increasingly alone and only a weak voice. He left that she sfilasse costume, sliding herself down along his body, and then clearly perceive the texture of his lips around his cock. It became everything and just ways. The blood in his veins seemed to go crazy, she touched him, licked it, so experienced, he let her feeling utterly incapable of any reaction. He realized that he was about to reach the limit and, as if seized by a sudden spasm, then snapped her up against the wall of the shower. She hooked her legs around his waist, in his eyes a clear signal of invitation. He stood still for a moment, looking into her eyes, breathing hard, perhaps aware that he was about to cross the border. He saw her, minded

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Masumi with last two strokes quickly reached the edge of the pool. Resting your hands on the tiles and pulling on leveraging on arms. And he took the spyglasses and the headset is, with one hand, I try to settle a little hair. The drops of water took his body unripe of eighteen-year-old, although already so toned and attractive. You look around the young Masumi Hayami,While retrieved a towel from a bench not far away, then poggiarsela on the shoulder. There were at least 20 other people to practice in the tanks, with age and social backgrounds quite different. From her mother, with a few extra pounds, with her child, the former professional swimmer, passing for the young and old fans of swimming, or, simply,In search of something that would help them to discharge the stress of everyday life. Certainly had nothing to do with the pool of his estate. Sometimes the chlorine was annoying, and there were periods in which it was too crowded, so much so that we ran the danger of winwin on him, while the tanks. And it wasn't even the swimming pool of the club of the father, frequented by the company "in" in Tokyo,Mostly lord well in costumes signed and their viziatissimi children. Yet once a week he was there, to swim and to look around, to mix it up with the noisy reality and colored of the common people, to feel, pleasantly, anonymous. The first time there had a little bit by accident, noting the architecture rather than original of the exterior of the construction,Then seeing the track track of people, especially their expression relaxed, had wanted to try, in seconding the motion of rebellion typical of adolescence that his social status was not yet managed to repress. None, in fact, was aware of this, his popularity.She wiped away the arms and eluded to let two rowdy boys that were about to jump into the water. Rarely spoke with someone, and yet the presence of other people was perceived as pleasant, non-intrusive. It was only but felt he was not noted, as was happening to him when he was in his house or lap together with his father.It was a loneliness that others imposed, as a mark of respect or to challenge, but a condition of freedom that made him feel light. Retrieving his flip flops and moved a little arms to dissolve them. Training the many sports practiced, was clearly visible on his physical. It was a beautiful boy, accomplices also his eyes magnetic and the beautiful traits of the face.This, too, was one of the teachings of the father, have a nice presence promotes business, but all in all it was weighed undergo that arrangement, and then, do sport, the departed at least for a few hours from those old sottoportico employees of Hayami Senior, who saw in business meetings every afternoon, after school.While she recovered even the Duffel bag intersection a look. She had just finished the lesson today and he was waving his pupils. Was a bit that Masumi had noticed as she looked, the attempt, in the midst of the chaos of the evening. Two or three times they had exchanged a few words. She was a university paid studies with work in the pool.He had been rather evasive in speak for itself, and was probably used a fictitious name in arise, nor have you seemed particularly interested to know more. It was noticed, but the way in which he had squared, focusing on every detail of his body.
at the outset, it was felt rather embarrassed, while also trying to not give it out to see,But over time he had learned how to sustain those glances, to stay in the game. In fact, it was still very interested in girls. The private school he frequented was male, but nevertheless he saw and knew many women in worldly occasions. Daughters of important people or wealthy, employees of his father, and many, too many, actresses.And there were many to have shown interest in the young Hayami. But he not reciprocated. Perhaps for the formality of those contexts (feel give you a 18 years being annoyed to death) or simply because it was grown feeling say that only engaging in an in-depth while always keeping the best, it would have been worthy of being a Hayami. Him that a Hayami, in reality, it was not.Had to they can earn money, and now as now, that was his goal. AND great desire of his mother. There was no time and space to another. He smiled at the woman, a sop to the boldness and the tenacity with which the course close. And then he headed to the showers, the last stop before returning to its idyllic world. THE warm water flowing fluid between her hair,It is often retained a little more than is necessary under the jet, perhaps unconsciously, in an attempt to prolong that moment of escape from his obligations of young scion. Go from the baths was incredibly small, and notandolo, saw that it was getting late. I leave it running water on your face and meeting to close the eyes for a few more minutes,When you hear the fingers sfiorargli the chest. Open your eyes, alerted, and found himself in front of the young woman. She merely stared at him with a mischievous grin and his inexperience did not immediately grasp the sense of that burst. The grabbed the hand and tried to move it away from him, but her with the other with the overflow on costume, very Sensuously sculpted forms with a sparkle that reflects.He found himself a half open eyes, and loosen the grip of his hand, and she let me take this opportunity to raggiungergli the neck and take lever to move his lips at a short distance from her face.
"say nothing, and so much that I would like to do so"
and so saying he began to gently mordergli a lip, using your finger to sections with the language.Then came more to his body and brought him a hand on the smooth back of the boy. He kept rigidly to the sides, undecided on the away or less. The contact of his lips was enjoyable, the incuriosiva. The initiative of the woman from a part he did smile, flattered but at the same time convinced of being able to manage the game,Perhaps if you interrupt it in an unexpected way and leaving it to dry mouth, on the other hand, the that intrigued me because, despite the typical talk between males on women, was the first time that was so close to a girl, and perceive their reactions to its presence the drunken. She had begun to search for a contact depths of their lips,While the caressing her back and leaned to him so provocative. He had a beautiful body, soft curves, despite a breast little prosperous, sport, had dissolved the hair and he is meeting to accarezzarli, while showered the water of the shower. The steam of the hot water had created an idyllic environment around them. He moves his lips dancing with you,Always only his lips against her lips, without deepening. She seemed to become more impatient and he leaned more toward him, trying to force his lips. He squinted into and you and I would like to take this opportunity to suggest that language among them. Masumi were welcomed for a few moments then she broke the kiss and return on the mouth of you its most secluded, with impetus, avvicinandosela even more, holding it to the buttocks.She wrapped her arms around the neck and backed him with ardour his kisses. He realized that it will no longer be so master of himself, he departed from his face and the departed slightly. She looked at him astonished, fearing he would get rid of her, but he put his hands on the shoulders and slide them on her skin, the recess the shoulder straps of the costume, which is rolled up on itself,Freeing up the breasts. The cherished, kidnapped by that vision, incapable of stopping. He returned to kiss her, taking a hand on a breast is a good idea, by massaging it, finger. She wailed on his lips, excited by the sweet torture. And he took the flaps of the costume and he did it go down again, until he managed to slide it up to his feet, being completely naked.Took a hand of Masumi and guido on his hot body until it arrives on his intimacy and making him close his hand to cup on it. He cherished and enjoyed its expression energized. With the fingers touch the inner walls and saw rabbridvidire when he touched her clitoris. The touch yet, returning to kiss her on the mouth.You rest on his lips and then begin to leccargli throat, savoring the small drops of water mixed with the flavor of his skin. He closed his eyes, the mind dazed from the sensation dates by the touch of his lips. Something telling him to stop, to regain control. An unknown woman, which reminded us not even mention the name. And he, a boy unknown,With a false name and a facade of any person with whom you had known. He knew that their was only a meeting of bodies, however, the fevered heat of the skin of the girl seemed to him already so familiar to make him wish all of you. He felt surround the life from his hands, tapering and then those same hands begin sfiorargli the contour of the costume.He felt the reason become increasingly only and only a faint voice. I leave you the unimportant matters the costume, sliding her mouth down, along her body, and then clearly perceive the consistency of his lips around its state. It became entirely and only meaning. The blood seemed crazy in veins, she touched him, the pronounced, so expert,He'll leave feeling completely incapable of any reaction. Heads that was almost to reach the limit and, as taken by a sudden bout, the lifted making it then adhere to the wall of the shower. She hooked the legs around the waist, in the eyes a clear signal of invitation. He rest motionless for a few moments, watching the eyes, the bad breath,Perhaps aware of the border that was about to pass. He saw her, lovely Riveria