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I sat with my eyes closed in the April sun. Spring was finally here.”Isn’t it wonderful…?” I heard a voice next to me.I opened my eyes. The voice belonged to a young woman sitting on the next bench. “Oh yes, I guess you could say that…” I said. “Winter has dragged on so long this year.””May I join you…?” she asked.”I’d love you to!” I replied, a bit surprised.She had beautiful brown eyes. We chatted for a while. She was in her second semester of medical school, I learned. Six years ago, she had come to Germany from Lithuania with her mother and little brother. That explained her slight, very charming Eastern European accent.”I have to go to the seminar now,” she finally said. “But I still have one question.” I nodded encouragingly. “Could you imagine making love to me?” I sat up with a jerk.She smiled and pressed a piece of paper with a handwritten cell phone number into my hand. “My name is Nirusha, by the way. N-I-R-U-S-H-A,” she spelled out. “Goodbye!” She picked up her small backpack and left.Nirusha. Nirusha. I shook my head in disbelief. What did this mean…?Well, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The next day, I dialled her number. There was just a voicemail.I said, “Hello Nirusha, this is Sven. The man from the park bench… bursa escort Just wanted to give you a call.” I left my cell phone number.There was no response. I waited three days. They seemed a lot longer. Then I gathered my courage and dialled her number again. “Yes…?” a tender voice sounded from the phone. It was her.”Nirusha? It’s me, Sven. We met in the park a few days ago.””Sven! How nice to hear from you!” she said joyfully. Her enchanting smile came to my mind again.”I enjoyed our meeting very much,” I said. “But your question at the end confused me a bit.”A few seconds passed.”I like men with style. Who are educated and have a sense of humor. Who have respect and are charming,” she finally said, apparently describing me.That couldn’t be the full truth yet, even though I was all too happy to believe it. I was thirty years older than she was. And with her personality, her charisma, her face and her body, she could have had any, really any man – at a more suitable age.No, my mind wasn’t turned off. At least not completely.”You know I would like to see you again very much,” I said with uncertainty.She sensed my doubts. “You’re wondering why you, of all people,” she said. I nodded. Then it occurred to me that she couldn’t see that at all. bursa escort bayan “Uhm, yes.””I like mature men who are well-groomed and have good manners,” she said. “And if we meet, I expect a certain generosity,” she continued. “You yourself decide what you want to gift me.”I had already suspected something like this. But I was determined to meet her, no matter what the cost. “When can we meet?” I asked.A pause arose. “Wednesday at eighteen at my place?” she proposed. That’s when I actually had my tennis lesson, but I would cancel that and meet Nirusha instead. “Yes, that will be fine,” I said.She gave me her address.On Wednesday, she welcomed me at the door and placed a kiss on my cheek. Her apartment was larger than I expected and very well furnished.”Sven, please sit down. What would you like to drink? I have a bottle of rosé wine in the fridge.” I smiled and nodded.We clinked glasses. There was something irresistibly delicate and fragile about her. Something that awakened the protective instinct in me. And not only that.Her dark doe eyes drew me under their spell. She touched me again and again as if unintentionally. Then she suddenly moved closer and unbuttoned my shirt.Shortly thereafter, we were completely naked. I had spent the last escort bursa few days imagining what she might look like naked. The reality exceeded my fantasies by far.I already knew her incredibly pretty face and shoulder-length, straight brown hair. Underneath, it all continued with narrow soft shoulders, which then led my gaze to her sweet breasts with small areolas and clearly pronounced nipples.She jumped up and got the wine bottle from the fridge. Her little round butt bounced slightly. When she returned, she stopped in front of me and allowed me a long pleasurable look at her neatly shaved vulva.My self-control crumbled. I knelt down and kissed her pubic mound. She was beautiful to the touch. She stroked my hair and slowly lowered herself onto the sofa. We conscientiously mixed her vaginal juices and my saliva. Her body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, over and again.Finally, she said, “Stop! Stop!!!” She looked at me. Her eyes were shining. “Please. I can’t take it anymore…” she groaned.I sat down at the end of the sofa. She stretched out her legs and put her feet in my lap.Nirusha was a marvel of evolution. Everything about her was perfect, downright divine. From head to toe and back again. Her pretty, manicured toenails were unpainted. They adorned her long, slightly curved toes, which in turn merged into slender, powerful, sinewy feet. Her fine slender ankles were the overture to well-defined lower legs, pretty knees and firm thighs.

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