Nadia

I contacted an association whose role was to put in report/ratio of future employers with potential employees for pieces of housework, assistance to residence, etc a cleaning lady one afternoon per week? Yes, it was possible. When that? As fast as possible. Who that? Is certain Nadia NR. that suited me? Wouldn't Ben yes, why that suit me? Appointment for next Tuesday, towards 19:00, to regulate the details? Ok, concluded business.

By hearing the bell Tuesday in question, I open the door without any idea of what the aforementioned Nadia resembles: the file not having arrived yet me, I did not see a photograph of it. Behind the door, the surprise is rather pleasant: charming a beurette awaits me, a smile with the lips. Old of 25-30 years, a clear and luminous face, fine features, and green almond eyes which sparkle. An impressive brown hair, which cascades low than these shoulders. A gently coppered skin. And, I practically notice it with the first glance, an impressive chest.

- You are Miss NR?

- And you, you are Andre!

Whereas I advance the hand to tighten his, it advances for me claquer the north wind. Good, one will not complain, they are more sympathetic, it has soft and tonic cheeks, and it will be necessary that I put myself at the unison with his relaxation.

One makes the turn of the apartment, to present the pieces of housework to him to carry out, show him where the things are arranged, in short to present the job to him. It, always also relaxed, one has almost the impression which it is already a little at it. Me a little décontenancé. Partly by its posterior besides. It has a rather sympathetic bottom, moulded well in its Jean, of full proportions, but not too. And always this opulent chest. I cannot prevent lutiner one and the other by moving me in the apartment with it. Not very discreetly undoubtedly: a small smile and a side glance of the miss make me understand that it collected my ceaseless blows of eye.

- OK to start at the beginning of September?

- Why not as of next Monday?

- Yes, why not?

Here it is set out again keys out of pocket: it is committed, on the faith of the very good recommendations of the aforesaid association, and the excellent impression that it made me. I regret only that its work hours are not very compatible with mine: I would have been charmed to be at the house when Nadia comes to work there, one does not meet the every day so pretty brown, but really that does not stick. I just propose in Nadia to spend the first Monday evening, at the end of his working time, to see how it is left there and to take stock.

Monday, before even returning in the apartment, I know that Nadia must be there: radio, that it had to put thoroughly while it passed the vacuum cleaner, means on the other side of the door. Not the sorrow to sound to prevent it my arrival, it will not understand anything. I thus enter without preventing, she does not intend me to return, and the spectacle which awaits to me leaves me bée mouth.

Immediately, I can see Nadia in the living room, making sharpening. Nothing original to that except that it the fact out of underclothing… A splendid unit, composed of a shorty fuschia out of silk, and matched bra. And for me, a unspoilable view on its splendid buttocks, and its chest more than remarkable, a 95C at least. I remain about it very stupid to look at it, impressed, dazzled. Several seconds ago before she notices my presence. It starts then, pushes a kind of cry, and is thrown on its clothing which trails beside it, on the settee.

- Excuses me, bredouille it, I am sorry….

- Hello, Nadia!

- Hello, Andre. I am afflicted, repeats it while repairing myself at any speed. It seems disturbed, it has all the sorrows of the world to be repaired calmly.

It ends up being explained:

- There is such a heat wave this August, I were already in sweat after the vacuum cleaner, I preferred to be put at ease to pass by again, with the heat of iron it is unbearable, you include/understand?

Of course, I include/understand. And I will not complain. On the contrary. I arrived too early, without preventing, I had to surprise it, but this image of Nadia as a whole fuschia will remain for a long time engraved in my memory.

It leaves a little later but my decision is immediately made: I will spend the following week to re-examine surprising it Nadia. All the week I watch for the weather: provided that the heat wave does not weaken! Who knows so with such a heat…

Next Monday, the heat wave is always there, and I am not disappointed by opening the door of the apartment. The beautiful one is not there, again out of underclothing, surprised this time, rather smiling by looking at me penetrating in the part. Adorable in a whole out of black laces, cracking with the madness, with its superb forms development so well.

-, I Wait repair myself, slip to me it, I almost finished sharpening.

I hurry to convince it of anything to make, and to finish in this behavior. I assois thus to look at it finishing sharpening, and I am as with the spectacle. By being agitated its centres trémoussent themselves under lace, it is very animated in its soutif. I want to go to calm these 2 rebellious animals which are agitated… Without speaking about its buttocks which they also move while its arm is activated on the ironing board: a true spectacle! Sexiest of the spectacles!

Unfortunately, I see the heap of linen to be passed by again to melt at sight of eye. It finished soon, arranges the linen in my cupboard, and is repaired. I took full the eyes of them, but the spectacle could have lasted of the hours that I would not have wearied myself any. A tough erection accompanied me all along my contemplation by the shapes of Nadia. Shortly after it gathers its business, and announces to me that having finished its work, it will leave. I in vain try to convince it to remain to take glass, or to see themselves another evening downtown, impossible: this evening it is in a hurry, and it has one week very charged. Why not another time?

As much to say that the following week is long. I do not cease thinking of it, to dream with it, of fantasmer on it. I dream as fast as possible to re-examine it, of course, but also of more on it. Is this ingenuous still that she claims to be? Or then does it carry out me in boat, while playing to overheat my directions? But in this case, why? It in addition seems to be concealed. I am in any case insane of his linen room, insane of it in his linen room, and perhaps quite simply becoming insane of it very short.

Another thing disturbs me this week. It is true, I am a large admiror of female linen room. But I am also a very large amateur of male linen room. I have an amazing quantity of underclothing: slipway, boxer, strings… I do not buy any badly, often rather expensive, I have several catalog specialized; I often buy in stores for the gays, because it is really there that one finds more the beautiful pieces. But this week, I am disturbed: two of my underclothing disappeared: one of my preferred boxers, all in lattice, and a rather beautiful string, any bright, rather soft black with the touch. Two very beautiful pieces thus. The young lady obviously adores to look after her linen room. Would it have the same passion for the male linen room? Did it make control on part of my collection? All that is quite curious.

Next Monday I try to leave the office as soon as possible, but unfortunately I cannot leave as early as envisaged. While arriving at home, I try to return most discreetly possible in the apartment to surprise it. But the surprise is for me. And disappointment also: Nadia lost her good practice to be occupied with her work in light behavior, it is washing the squares in a behavior definitely less sexy: pants of light white fabric, and Tee-shirt. I try to engage the conversation of the most neutral possible tone:

- Then, not of sharpening, today?

- But if, I did that while arriving. Why?

- For nothing…

- Doesn't That go?

- If, if, that goes….

It must however guess why I am disappointed and bougon… I continue:

- Tell me Nadia, since you put the nose in my linen closet, I do not find there any more my small

- Good Ah? Which is the problem?

- I believe that I miss clothes. You see what I want to say?

- Euh… makes some, not, I do not see. All is there, all is arranged as it was before you come.

- Drops, one will speak again about it.

The last minutes when it is do not make it possible me there to be calmed. I notice that it has in fact a very dark string under its pants, which are particularly visible. Many women adore that one sees them string in transparency under their pants: they know that it is a great pleasure for the eyes of the men…. But there, at this point, it is almost of the provocation. A provocation in particular in my connection? Perhaps. But I am irritated too much to benefit from it.

The following week is a succession of interrogation for me. The basic question being: what does play she? Does she seek to light me? And then, why make me the blow of the Scottish shower? What does she want? What does she want ego? When arrives Monday, I am decided to act. More question of letting me carry out in boat by the beautiful one. If she seeks to light me, it will be necessary that she extinguishes fire. If not, it will be necessary well to develop the things. In addition, I check my linen closet: the boxer and the string are again there. I however did not dream…

I arrive at the apartment Monday evening with a bag at the hand. I passed of speed to buy small something in a shop which Nadia should like. I enter the appart: this time again Nadia is normally equipped, with a white cotton shirt maker carried very close to the body, and pants navy blue. She notices the bag immediately that I hold with the hand:

- Waouh! You made races at O.?

- You know?

- Yes, it is a super shop for the linen room. I adore! I there from time to time will look at. To test also sometimes. But I do not buy. Too much expensive! It is for your girlfriend? You spoil it!

- I do not have a girlfriend. And it is for you, perhaps.

- For me? Super! But why perhaps only?

- I give it to you if you agree to play the game of the truth with me. I will ask you three questions, if you agree to answer the three questions frankly, which is in the bag is for you.

Nadia reflects. What is in the bag makes him a priori very desire, but it is afraid to lose the control of this play.

- Of agreement, she says me. But me also I will have the right to put three questions.

I assois on the settee, it assoit beside me. We are close, but we do not touch. I am curiously slackened. I ask him my first question:

- It is you who ace carried at home my string and my boxer lattice?

It poses it also its question before answering the mienne.

- You carry it on you today, this famous boxer lattice?

I am surprised by his question, but I answer immediately, very quietly. She also answers me of TAC with TAC.

- Yes.

- Yes.

We immediately tackle the second set of questions:

- Two weeks ago, it was not because of the heat wave that I found you out of underclothing?

- It was a pleasant surprise?

I answer, quickly, it too

- Yes, very pleasant, and much more than that.

- Not, of course that it was not because of the heat wave.

I continue immediately:

- You like that the men look you out of underclothing?

- You felt taken with my trap?

- Yes, taken a little with the trap, there are that, I am obliged to recognize.

- Yes, I adore that me am looked at, answers me it.

I leave the bag O. a package-gift, that I give to him while giving the north wind to him, and while assure him that it deserved it well. She asks to me whether she can open it immediately, I assure him that yes, she is very émoustillée, charmed, and she opens it in front of me.

I chose a small whole to him in tons blue and green pastel, decorated with flowers and sheets. In a synthetic, but super fabric pleasant with the touch, almost of silk. And especially the back of the slipway is very transparent! Nadia is delighted. She poses the breeches and the bra against her to see the effect of it, and finishes by me asking:

- I can test immediately?

- Of course!

Obviously, I await only that. She goes in the bathroom and is locked up. I am super impatient, I have the impression that it spends the hours there. She ends up coming out from it… completely repaired! It rassoit beside me. It must see my mine déconfite, because it bursts of laughing. It finishes by me saying:

- It is super. Nice like all, very soft to carry. And perfectly with my size: you must have my measurements at the head! That has me so much more, I kept it on me. Once again, thank you for the gift, that suits me very well. But you, that does not seem to go.

- If, if, that goes. Finally not, that does not go.

- What doesn't go?

- But finally Nadia, you of doubts: by offering such a unit to you, I thought that you would test it immediately, but I thought obviously that you would agree to show me what that gives on you.

- Ah ouiiii, exclaims it. No the problem, I will do that for you, André. But front, it is necessary to agree to play my play of the truth. There will be only one question, but you also you will be able to pose one of them.

I do not see reason to refuse. Until there this play of the truth made a success of me rather well.

- Of agreement.

- You while thinking of me lately, does she ask me shook?

- And you, you cherished yourself while thinking of me?

- Yes of course, I answer him. Several times. It was very intense. The image of you in breeches and soutif was very strong in my brain. Not need for photograph of you so that is one great moment.

- Me also I cherished myself while thinking of you. I rubbed your boxer or your string against my sex, and I reached the orgasm quickly.

It looks at me right in the eyes. It must be moved, excited, its cheeks reddened. She says to me:

- Eh well, I believe that you gained the right to open my shirt maker and to look at…

Nadia put herself quite right on the settee, almost cambered, the arms along the bust. Its firm shirt maker by pressures, easy and rapids to be opened, but I take all my time. I draw aside the two sides of the shirt maker for better seeing. I see the chest of Nadia being raised, it breathes quickly and strong. It is magic to see, this inflated chest who raises himself, if imposing, so nicely coated. Nadia finishes removing her shirt maker, it is bust drawn up beside me, both sitted on the settee. I approach it, and whispers to him with the ear:

- They are splendid. I adore to see that. I can touch too?

Nadia answers me of a soft voice that yes, it awaits only that. She adds:

- My centres, it is my significant point…

The bra of Nadia is perfect to cherish. The ideal matter with the contact, the hand slips above, and it is so well filled, the harmonious form, texture gently elastic. Our lips meet, and we exchange a kiss to fall by ground; its language is incredibly active against mine. She whispers me with the ear which she is hyper excited, but that is not a secrecy for me, I feel that the points of centres are inflated and hardened. On my side, my sex also is very inflated, with narrow in the pants.

My hands pass behind its back to detach the staples. Not to take off this marvellous bra, not, just to release a passage for my fingers between fabric and the nipples. The caress is more precise, and even more pleasant for me to give, with the excitation to have a contact at the same time with the nipple and fabric. I play with his points, I them cajole, the greenhouse gently, excites them; Nadia sighs, breathes extremely. She finishes by me saying:

- You did not want to see the breeches?

- If, of course…

Nadia rises, it takes off her bra, releases her sandals, and drops her pants by ground. She looks at me very proud, upright in front of me:

- You like It, these breeches? Me, I like it.

- Inevitably, I like it. Especially that there are your buttocks inside.

- You like Them, my buttocks?

- Come there that I more closely see them before answering you.

It approaches me upright which sat on the settee, it, its buttocks with range of my hands. What a bottom! These quasi transparent breeches were an idea of genius, and this fabric, one would say that it is made so that a hand is permanently to cherish this croup. It with the air to like these hands on it, but it gets clear to say to me, a smile with the lips:

- Me also, I would like to just see you with your boxer.

It leans on me to remove me my sports shirt. I benefit from it to flatter end of the language a center which passes by there. Then it is put at knees in front of me, removes me my shoes and socks, soon attacks my belt and undertakes to peel off my pants. I point out to him:

- It is a dream for me! To see you sitted in front of me, vêtue of only one breeches, to strip me…

- For me also, it is a dream, answers me it. I have phantasm on you, I cherished myself with your boxer. There but to see you with Juste this superb boxer, with this bump well attracting in the medium, it is really other thing.

She undertakes to cherish me the crotch, her hands goes and comes gently on the lattice, I have the impression that my sex continues to grow, and that my excitation still goes up.

I make be raised Nadia, and sit it beside me. I notice in the passing a small task of moisture on his breeches. I take in hand one of his centres, and I carry it to my mouth. My language is super active to lick the nipple, my hands firmly hold the center, I aspire this hard short period, I it tète. Nadia is not long in groaning, but she does not forget my pleasure. Its hand infiltrated in my boxer and gives me thousand caresses. Its stomach undulates, and I know what she wants. My hand comes to be posed against its breeches, in a hurry against its sex. It makes rub its sex against my hand through fabric, and it gives itself pleasure thus, its moanings are done more continuous.

However, it ends up withdrawing my hand; but is to direct it towards the rubber band of the breeches. I benefit from it to leave my sex, and to put to him in hand. She immediately undertakes regular movements on my stem, which make me an insane effect. My hand returns in its breeches, I discover that it is almost entirely depilated, and obviously completely soaked. She says to me:

- It is one of the best things which a man can make me, to slip its hand into my breeches by giving me pleasure by my centres.

My hand initially remains against its wet sex, plated, while it rubs while undulating. Then one of my fingers penetrates in it, then a second, while my palm remains plated against its mons veneris. To and from of my fingers, the friction which it maintains against my hand, and the action of my mouth and my language on its centres create their effect quickly: Nadia shouts, her orgasm is enormous, it stiffens, and its hard pleasure of long seconds, my fingers in it feel the contraction of its vagina under the pleasure.

It ends up falling against me, seeming exhausted, completely slackened, the centres pressed against my bust. It remains like that one moment, motionless, but its hand did not release my sex in the pleasure. It me gratifie of a memorable kiss, like one exchanges any only after having enjoyed, then leaves the settee, while saying to me:

- In your turn.

She kneels in front of me, and undertakes to cherish my sex, by taking in the other hand my balls through the boxer. Then quickly, it takes in mouth my sex, initially just the end, then it makes great movements, slow and applied to swallow my stem. My God, this moment is magic, I adore to see it, his so fine face, this insane hair, which endeavors to give me pleasure. It stops sucking me one moment to say to me:

- Warn me when you are very ready pleasure.

That is not long in coming indeed, I say to him, and it is raised vis-a-vis me at this time, shakes me vigorously and comes to place its breeches all against its sex. I include/understand what she wants, and that completes to excite me: I explode against his sex, my sperm spouts out against his breeches in long jets, it encourages me with him to put some even more, it seems delighted that these breeches, the strange object of my desire, are soaked of my sperm.

The minutes which follow are moments of rest, of tenderness, one against the other. The hands are not inactive, and already his start again them to titillate me through my boxer. I ask him a question:

- When did you have the idea to excite me like that with your sharpening in light behavior? As of the first day when we saw ourselves?

- Not, the idea of it came to me the first time makes where I came to work. I included/understood while seeing trailing a catalog of female linen room and your super collection of strings which you were like me an insane amateur of linen room.

- You made well…

Meanwhile my sex inflated again, and she whispers me with the ear:

- Does not hope to draw you on so good account.

She looks at me right in the eyes, and says to me:

- Odd nevertheless, that for a amatrice of linen room, one of the best moments is that to withdraw its breeches…

It raises its buttocks slightly, my hands are posed on its hips, and I reduce gently mythical fabric along his basin then from his buttocks. She says to me:

- The best remainder to come…

I carry to my nose his breeches, impregnated of his intimate odor and my sperm. I believe well that it rightly…

 

 

 

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