MY NEIGHBOR SLAVICA'S BIRTHDAY GIFT
My neighbor Slavica is a very attractive woman, with short blonde hair, who looks like she combed her hair with lightning… He is 38 years old, and has beautiful long legs, which can confuse a man's mind - especially when he wears high heels. And only her ass… My people, Slavica is blessed with the most beautiful ass, which, in my area, leads all men to absolute madness… Poor we, we could not save ourselves from that madness, regardless of whether we watch her feline gait from the front or from behind … From behind, with her mouth wide open, we watch her cheeks bounce on her buttocks, and in front we are mesmerized by the jumping of her big and firm breasts… How many times have I watched it in disbelief, wondering how her firm breasts can defy the earth's weight and stand so straight?
Imagine my torment with her ... She was aware of her beauty and she wore it honestly ... She always liked to show what she had. I wondered for a long time - was she trying to seduce me? It was showing on me more and more often ... She dressed so that I could yawn from her yard, all day long, into her ass, beautiful long legs and defiant tits of stiff nipples ... I started to wonder if it was her skirts. , which she wore, became shorter and more visible because of me ...
On my 44th birthday, in the early morning, she approached me from behind, while I was buying some pastries for breakfast in the bakery… She hugged me, clinging to me so much, that I felt her firm nipples on my plexus; as if they were trying to take my breath away ... His hands caught me in the head, pulling it down, and then she kissed me on the cheek, rude close to my lips; and in her cat voice she said: "Neighbor… Well happy birthday to you!". I thanked her for the congratulations, so confused: “Thank you Slavica! Thank you very much".
That was all I managed to say… Like a calf I stared at her breasts, which I had dreamed of so much, and which were now there, close to me, clinging to my plexus… I tried to take my eyes off those breasts , whose swollen nipples, like two spears, pressed against my skin.
Miraculously… I also felt some discomfort while we were standing so hugged… People in the bakery were watching us…
"Here you go," said the vendors at the bakery.
I felt their looks…
"Neighbor, it's your turn… Here"
I didn't hear anything… The nervous baker hurried me to order what I came for, but I only thought about Slavic's breasts… The calf stared at the clover…
Slavica startled me from that madness: "You will give him pizza burek and yoghurt, and a bun-flower to me." Finally, the pressure of the nipples of Slavica's breasts on my plexus stopped; and I, slowly, started to get out of the trance I fell into…
"Yes, yes, pizza burek please ...".
While I was paying for my pizza burek, I heard Slavic's voice again: "When is the celebration tonight?" She asked me, "I have prepared a gift for you, where can I bring it to you?"
“Celebration?” I said, “What kind of celebration? Well, I'm not a c***d anymore… I work today. I also go to field, so I don't even know when I'll be home… Nothing from a celebration. In any case, thank you for your kind wishes. "
I took that burek and went to the door, but Slavica grabbed my arm and she went too. We were leaving the bakery like that, and Slavica said to me: "Well, my neighbor can't do that, there will be celebrations… The gift has been waiting for you for a long time, if you don't organize it, I'll organize it for you… You won't refuse my gift?" I have prepared exactly what you want… Here is how we will… You will call me when you are done with work, I will take you to the party tonight. Can?".
“What kind of fun? When I return from the field, I will be dirty and smell of sweat; How am I going to have fun with you like that?”
"Don't worry about anything… waiting for me to get ready… When you're ready, let me know… Let's go to dinner, to that raft, which you told your neighbor Vesna you really like."
I had nowhere to go… I had to agree. Who wouldn't succumb to her persuasion?
On the field, on the Mountain of Gvozdacka Stena, in western Serbia, it was not easy for me… I was moving under the northwestern part of the rocky ridge, in the canyons of the river Trešnjica. On that stretch, the terrain is extremely inhospitable… Just before the confluence of the Trešnjica and the Drina River, Trešnjica created a 152-meter-deep limestone gorge, with vertical cliffs… There was nothing there but birds of prey building nests on those cliffs… So, next to the surrogate eagle, common kestrel, hawk, and buckthorn and griffon vulture; there was only me with my people… That terrain is so impassable, that the birds didn't pay attention to us at all…
Breaking through those ravines, I kept thinking about the gift that Slavica prepared for me… What did she actually prepare for me? It must be the dinner she wants to take me to… I think I found a solution to the gift riddle, and then it occurs to me that she said: "I have prepared exactly what you want." It never occurred to me to have dinner with her… I was thinking of just eating some parts of her body, but I never thought about dinner… So it's not dinner, I think… And then what is mine, I wonder…
I spent the whole day breaking on the rugged limestone terrain, with that in my head… I thought about it and while I was washing the sweat from my body, when I returned to the base… I called Slavica only after I was close to the raft… She is lady though, it's not okay for her to wait for me…
And on the raft…
Slavica entered in a white jacket; under which, as it later turned out, was only a satin T-shirt (if you can believe my fingers)….
In the mass of girls, only Slavic's long legs, hot buttocks, strong hips, and magical breasts stood out… As she approached my table, I imagined all the possible finals on her; but by God and in her…
I got up to greet her and hold her chair to sit… As she placed her ravishing ass in the chair I set up under her, I noticed that she was holding only her little purse in her hands… I don’t know what that purse is called… Ladies will know… That it's that little black leather item that looks like a mediocre letter, and it doesn't do any good…
And my gift, I thought… What do I want that could fit in that purse? After we sat down, the story took place in an optional way… Slavica was interested in whether I was tired and how I spent the day… And about my gift, not a word… As if she was waiting for me to ask her about it…
No, I didn't ask… I pretended that dinner on the raft was actually a gift she had prepared for me… She let me eat everything that was on the plate… And I, so exhausted, could go to the kitchen, and yes I continue with the meal there… After I finished the last bite of salmon, Slavica said: "Well, neighbor, let's make a toast to your birthday, so let's move on to the gift.".
I knock with her, I drink that white wine and I think - It's not even dinner… God is fooling you, so what do you want… As I put my glass on the table, I look at Slavica's purse, which is useless and I finally asked her: "What gift? Wasn't this dinner that gift? ”
Well then it was whatever it was…
She got up from the table, approached me, and ran her finger gently over my neck. With her other hand, she grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear: "Come on, let's go to the toilet“ ".
My people… The madman has finally solved the dilemma…
She took me by the hand, like a little schoolboy ...
The only thing I know for sure is that I was in the toilet, whether the toilet was male or female, I have no idea… But that's why I remember, as if it were yesterday, that I watched her breasts and neck spasm… While her breasts convulsed and lifted up; my peer was rising down… He was rising… No matter what he was rising, his rise was more like an uprising!
There was no more story…
When the uprising begins, the story stops and the action starts… I don't know how it is with the uprisings… The motives, goals and ways of leading the uprising depend on the circumstances… From those in which they try to completely remove someone's power or regime or separate an area from the state, to those in which the insurgents do not question the framework political order, but seek to improve their position through v******e. My peer wanted just that… He wanted to break all the prohibitions he had endured for so long while I was watching my neighbor Slavica…
I asked her why she wanted to do this with me, and she just looked back at my, so many times imaginary situation, how I pulled her by the hair and put her on my knees… Except for sighs and sobs, not a single word could be heard… Slavica she spoke with the look of a lustful woman, who wants to be fucked tonight and right away….
The button on Slavic's jacket was not obedient, so I quickly tore it off, with my teeth; while I took off her tight pants with my hand…
However, I got down on my knees, I didn't pull her down, and I started licking the inside of her thighs. I squeezed her tits, and my horny bitch Slavica, she was already starting to get lost; feeling my tongue on her lips and clitoris… That scene looked like the source of the Trešnjica River, on whose canoe I was breaking all day .. It was so wet that I thought its juices would drown me; and her knees began to kneel. I knew she was probably close, but she stopped me on her own. She moved me a little away from her, so she turned her ass around me…
She looked at me like a bitch and finally said "Rate me neighbor, kiss me in the back, and with my pussy you will already know what to do.". It sounded like the Greek goddess Aphrodite was addressing me personally…
Who could not satisfy such a request?
I shoved it hard into her and decided to break up my neighbor Slavica who, who knows why, decided on this; but I wasn't interested in that…
I grabbed her short hair with my fist, pulling her head back and thrusting her swollen cock deep and hard; pushing finger by finger into her mouth; until she pushed all my fingers into her mouth by herself… She sucked my whole fist hard, probably with the feeling that two dicks were fucking her at the same time… She swallowed my fist up and her pussy swallowed my peer down… She shook like a few times that she was possessed by some supernatural force, and every such earthquake ended with a copious spill of urine, which bathed my dick, but also my pants…
I grabbed her short hair with my fist, pulling her head back and thrusting her swollen cock deep and hard; pushing finger by finger into her mouth; until she pushed all my fingers into her mouth by herself… She sucked my whole fist hard, probably with the feeling that two dicks were fucking her at the same time… She swallowed my fist up and her pussy swallowed my peer down… She shook like a few times that she was possessed by some supernatural force, and every such earthquake ended with a copious spill of urine, which bathed my dick, but also my pants…
That scene didn't leave me much room to delay the eruption, which had been preparing for so long… It just exploded… Sperm dripped from Slavic's mouth, over the corners of her lips, towards her chin and neck, and she slowly and lustfully collected all those juices with her fingers and licked…
I saw her… Smeared make-up, jacket covered in semen, tight pants inscribed… I thought, how will she get off the raft like that? Then I remembered that the bill wasn't paid either… I told her to wait for me in the toilet while I settled the bill, so I came for her… On the way out of the toilet, in the mirror, I saw myself… At first, I almost didn't recognize my face. There wasn't that much redness on him even when I was a k** who was ashamed of something…
Shame… Yes shame, how to go to the table with the pants on, call the waitress (oh, at least the waiter was in question, I thought he would understand more easily) and pay the bill… As if buried, I stood in front of the toilet door, wondering what to do , and then…
My people, here is a waitress who approaches me with an enigmatic smile and a raised finger (as if threatening). And me, frozen at the toilet door… Retreat! Yes yes, you need to retreat, back to the toilet, and then through the window, fuck it… Just retreat from there…
And then I heard the waitress: "Cash or card?"… The smile was still there, the threatening finger was not, instead, she was holding a bill in her hand, which I could hardly wait to settle; in her other hand she held a pencil with which she caressed her lower lip, and her gaze wandered somewhere down, towards my inscribed trousers…
I sighed, looked at the bill and said, "Cash, 'There's a tip.' She protested: "Well, don't, sir, it's a lot“ ".
I said so stupidly: "Let, let… Not much.", Grabbing the toilet lock, wanting to get out of her sight as soon as possible… And the waitress said: "Thank you, sir… But just so you know, we all know what's inside. happened… We heard you… I should have interrupted you, because our toilet is not designed for that… But I just didn't have the heart, because it sounded so good… “.
Later in the car, while I was driving home with Slavica, I told her how the payment of the bill went… She laughed divinely… I also told her about my fantasies about her while I was at Gvozdački stene…
Her comment on my fantasies was: “Neighbor! So we will have to try it… ".
And yes, we tried it through the next fuck`s…. Every next sex with Slavica was more and more inspiring, and maybe the most favorite is the one in the gorge of the river Trešnjica… But that's another story…
Imagine my torment with her ... She was aware of her beauty and she wore it honestly ... She always liked to show what she had. I wondered for a long time - was she trying to seduce me? It was showing on me more and more often ... She dressed so that I could yawn from her yard, all day long, into her ass, beautiful long legs and defiant tits of stiff nipples ... I started to wonder if it was her skirts. , which she wore, became shorter and more visible because of me ...
On my 44th birthday, in the early morning, she approached me from behind, while I was buying some pastries for breakfast in the bakery… She hugged me, clinging to me so much, that I felt her firm nipples on my plexus; as if they were trying to take my breath away ... His hands caught me in the head, pulling it down, and then she kissed me on the cheek, rude close to my lips; and in her cat voice she said: "Neighbor… Well happy birthday to you!". I thanked her for the congratulations, so confused: “Thank you Slavica! Thank you very much".
That was all I managed to say… Like a calf I stared at her breasts, which I had dreamed of so much, and which were now there, close to me, clinging to my plexus… I tried to take my eyes off those breasts , whose swollen nipples, like two spears, pressed against my skin.
Miraculously… I also felt some discomfort while we were standing so hugged… People in the bakery were watching us…
"Here you go," said the vendors at the bakery.
I felt their looks…
"Neighbor, it's your turn… Here"
I didn't hear anything… The nervous baker hurried me to order what I came for, but I only thought about Slavic's breasts… The calf stared at the clover…
Slavica startled me from that madness: "You will give him pizza burek and yoghurt, and a bun-flower to me." Finally, the pressure of the nipples of Slavica's breasts on my plexus stopped; and I, slowly, started to get out of the trance I fell into…
"Yes, yes, pizza burek please ...".
While I was paying for my pizza burek, I heard Slavic's voice again: "When is the celebration tonight?" She asked me, "I have prepared a gift for you, where can I bring it to you?"
“Celebration?” I said, “What kind of celebration? Well, I'm not a c***d anymore… I work today. I also go to field, so I don't even know when I'll be home… Nothing from a celebration. In any case, thank you for your kind wishes. "
I took that burek and went to the door, but Slavica grabbed my arm and she went too. We were leaving the bakery like that, and Slavica said to me: "Well, my neighbor can't do that, there will be celebrations… The gift has been waiting for you for a long time, if you don't organize it, I'll organize it for you… You won't refuse my gift?" I have prepared exactly what you want… Here is how we will… You will call me when you are done with work, I will take you to the party tonight. Can?".
“What kind of fun? When I return from the field, I will be dirty and smell of sweat; How am I going to have fun with you like that?”
"Don't worry about anything… waiting for me to get ready… When you're ready, let me know… Let's go to dinner, to that raft, which you told your neighbor Vesna you really like."
I had nowhere to go… I had to agree. Who wouldn't succumb to her persuasion?
On the field, on the Mountain of Gvozdacka Stena, in western Serbia, it was not easy for me… I was moving under the northwestern part of the rocky ridge, in the canyons of the river Trešnjica. On that stretch, the terrain is extremely inhospitable… Just before the confluence of the Trešnjica and the Drina River, Trešnjica created a 152-meter-deep limestone gorge, with vertical cliffs… There was nothing there but birds of prey building nests on those cliffs… So, next to the surrogate eagle, common kestrel, hawk, and buckthorn and griffon vulture; there was only me with my people… That terrain is so impassable, that the birds didn't pay attention to us at all…
Breaking through those ravines, I kept thinking about the gift that Slavica prepared for me… What did she actually prepare for me? It must be the dinner she wants to take me to… I think I found a solution to the gift riddle, and then it occurs to me that she said: "I have prepared exactly what you want." It never occurred to me to have dinner with her… I was thinking of just eating some parts of her body, but I never thought about dinner… So it's not dinner, I think… And then what is mine, I wonder…
I spent the whole day breaking on the rugged limestone terrain, with that in my head… I thought about it and while I was washing the sweat from my body, when I returned to the base… I called Slavica only after I was close to the raft… She is lady though, it's not okay for her to wait for me…
And on the raft…
Slavica entered in a white jacket; under which, as it later turned out, was only a satin T-shirt (if you can believe my fingers)….
In the mass of girls, only Slavic's long legs, hot buttocks, strong hips, and magical breasts stood out… As she approached my table, I imagined all the possible finals on her; but by God and in her…
I got up to greet her and hold her chair to sit… As she placed her ravishing ass in the chair I set up under her, I noticed that she was holding only her little purse in her hands… I don’t know what that purse is called… Ladies will know… That it's that little black leather item that looks like a mediocre letter, and it doesn't do any good…
And my gift, I thought… What do I want that could fit in that purse? After we sat down, the story took place in an optional way… Slavica was interested in whether I was tired and how I spent the day… And about my gift, not a word… As if she was waiting for me to ask her about it…
No, I didn't ask… I pretended that dinner on the raft was actually a gift she had prepared for me… She let me eat everything that was on the plate… And I, so exhausted, could go to the kitchen, and yes I continue with the meal there… After I finished the last bite of salmon, Slavica said: "Well, neighbor, let's make a toast to your birthday, so let's move on to the gift.".
I knock with her, I drink that white wine and I think - It's not even dinner… God is fooling you, so what do you want… As I put my glass on the table, I look at Slavica's purse, which is useless and I finally asked her: "What gift? Wasn't this dinner that gift? ”
Well then it was whatever it was…
She got up from the table, approached me, and ran her finger gently over my neck. With her other hand, she grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear: "Come on, let's go to the toilet“ ".
My people… The madman has finally solved the dilemma…
She took me by the hand, like a little schoolboy ...
The only thing I know for sure is that I was in the toilet, whether the toilet was male or female, I have no idea… But that's why I remember, as if it were yesterday, that I watched her breasts and neck spasm… While her breasts convulsed and lifted up; my peer was rising down… He was rising… No matter what he was rising, his rise was more like an uprising!
There was no more story…
When the uprising begins, the story stops and the action starts… I don't know how it is with the uprisings… The motives, goals and ways of leading the uprising depend on the circumstances… From those in which they try to completely remove someone's power or regime or separate an area from the state, to those in which the insurgents do not question the framework political order, but seek to improve their position through v******e. My peer wanted just that… He wanted to break all the prohibitions he had endured for so long while I was watching my neighbor Slavica…
I asked her why she wanted to do this with me, and she just looked back at my, so many times imaginary situation, how I pulled her by the hair and put her on my knees… Except for sighs and sobs, not a single word could be heard… Slavica she spoke with the look of a lustful woman, who wants to be fucked tonight and right away….
The button on Slavic's jacket was not obedient, so I quickly tore it off, with my teeth; while I took off her tight pants with my hand…
However, I got down on my knees, I didn't pull her down, and I started licking the inside of her thighs. I squeezed her tits, and my horny bitch Slavica, she was already starting to get lost; feeling my tongue on her lips and clitoris… That scene looked like the source of the Trešnjica River, on whose canoe I was breaking all day .. It was so wet that I thought its juices would drown me; and her knees began to kneel. I knew she was probably close, but she stopped me on her own. She moved me a little away from her, so she turned her ass around me…
She looked at me like a bitch and finally said "Rate me neighbor, kiss me in the back, and with my pussy you will already know what to do.". It sounded like the Greek goddess Aphrodite was addressing me personally…
Who could not satisfy such a request?
I shoved it hard into her and decided to break up my neighbor Slavica who, who knows why, decided on this; but I wasn't interested in that…
I grabbed her short hair with my fist, pulling her head back and thrusting her swollen cock deep and hard; pushing finger by finger into her mouth; until she pushed all my fingers into her mouth by herself… She sucked my whole fist hard, probably with the feeling that two dicks were fucking her at the same time… She swallowed my fist up and her pussy swallowed my peer down… She shook like a few times that she was possessed by some supernatural force, and every such earthquake ended with a copious spill of urine, which bathed my dick, but also my pants…
I grabbed her short hair with my fist, pulling her head back and thrusting her swollen cock deep and hard; pushing finger by finger into her mouth; until she pushed all my fingers into her mouth by herself… She sucked my whole fist hard, probably with the feeling that two dicks were fucking her at the same time… She swallowed my fist up and her pussy swallowed my peer down… She shook like a few times that she was possessed by some supernatural force, and every such earthquake ended with a copious spill of urine, which bathed my dick, but also my pants…
That scene didn't leave me much room to delay the eruption, which had been preparing for so long… It just exploded… Sperm dripped from Slavic's mouth, over the corners of her lips, towards her chin and neck, and she slowly and lustfully collected all those juices with her fingers and licked…
I saw her… Smeared make-up, jacket covered in semen, tight pants inscribed… I thought, how will she get off the raft like that? Then I remembered that the bill wasn't paid either… I told her to wait for me in the toilet while I settled the bill, so I came for her… On the way out of the toilet, in the mirror, I saw myself… At first, I almost didn't recognize my face. There wasn't that much redness on him even when I was a k** who was ashamed of something…
Shame… Yes shame, how to go to the table with the pants on, call the waitress (oh, at least the waiter was in question, I thought he would understand more easily) and pay the bill… As if buried, I stood in front of the toilet door, wondering what to do , and then…
My people, here is a waitress who approaches me with an enigmatic smile and a raised finger (as if threatening). And me, frozen at the toilet door… Retreat! Yes yes, you need to retreat, back to the toilet, and then through the window, fuck it… Just retreat from there…
And then I heard the waitress: "Cash or card?"… The smile was still there, the threatening finger was not, instead, she was holding a bill in her hand, which I could hardly wait to settle; in her other hand she held a pencil with which she caressed her lower lip, and her gaze wandered somewhere down, towards my inscribed trousers…
I sighed, looked at the bill and said, "Cash, 'There's a tip.' She protested: "Well, don't, sir, it's a lot“ ".
I said so stupidly: "Let, let… Not much.", Grabbing the toilet lock, wanting to get out of her sight as soon as possible… And the waitress said: "Thank you, sir… But just so you know, we all know what's inside. happened… We heard you… I should have interrupted you, because our toilet is not designed for that… But I just didn't have the heart, because it sounded so good… “.
Later in the car, while I was driving home with Slavica, I told her how the payment of the bill went… She laughed divinely… I also told her about my fantasies about her while I was at Gvozdački stene…
Her comment on my fantasies was: “Neighbor! So we will have to try it… ".
And yes, we tried it through the next fuck`s…. Every next sex with Slavica was more and more inspiring, and maybe the most favorite is the one in the gorge of the river Trešnjica… But that's another story…
3 years ago