Mf naked surprises come when you least expect them.

Time goes slow when you are dealing with unfamiliar situations in familiar places. The past had moved on for me but everything around me still felt like it was so near. Everything still seemed to have her touch on it, the bed, the couch, every spot we made love on, every spot we argued, sometimes the first in quick succession after the latter. I had few ties and enough reasons to leave, so I picked up a teaching job somewhere far abroad. Despite the humble surroundings and the meager pay there were many boons. We each got a room of our own in something that resembles a student dorm and we had many amenities that we shared. The rooms had no further amenities, but at least they were private and looked out over the mountains.

I was not looking for sex, I really wasn’t. I had just found myself alone and I had always desired to just make love in a relation alone. But I guess places like this were a refuge not only for me, but many other people still or again searching for something in life. The moment I arrived there one of the bathrooms was locked. I stood close to it and I could clearly make out the sounds of a girl moaning in there. I poked my head into the living room and asked a guy sitting there “is someone watching porn in there?”, he just merely shook his head. I dragged my stuff to my room, which luckily had an unoccupied and hopefully bodily juices free toilet right next to it.

Next to my room, the other side of it, there was a girl. slightly older than me, who spoke my language so it seemed like it would not be very hard to get along in a foreign country. Her hair was dark, her skin slightly olive, an unusual look for the country we came from, but her parents were born abroad, refugees of some war torn place. She was ‘exotic’ even though I probably ought not use the word, the conservative outward appearance often expected of girls from her culture was contrasted with the tight clothing she often wore which said something quite different. I am a man, and a recently single one at that, I cannot help but look as we strolled through the city together on one of our outings.

Some people consider you their best friend even though they say very little or fall quickly into dead moments in the conversation. Perhaps it is the presence of another person near which is just comforting, maybe they like listening. She was like that, sometimes she stopped while we walked, stared into the distance, then continued walking. At some point it did not faze me much anymore, but there was always a certain discomfort when I was around her. Strolling with her felt like a chore or a good deed, she would knock on my door at weird moments, yet I liked her, I wanted her to be well, wanted to see her as a friend too. Was I in love? Was it my lust? Was it a sort of goodness I wanted to convince myself I had? I am not sure, but I kept on hanging out with her, even though she would sometimes respond little to my rants about whatever. As time went by I just accepted the awkwardness. Even though I had made clear to everyone that I was still processing a separation and was not looking for a relation, talk about me and her was passing around.

One night I was just minding my own business, gaming on my room. Some people were making a buzz in the hallways. It was to be expected, people were young and had no prying eyes of the people back home on them. Some people were buzzed, I personally never drank. I went out to get some coffee from the machine and there on the table near it a group had settled around. To my amazement there she was, my neighbor, slightly tipsy, sitting around the table, talking aloud and without pause. Something must have changed in her, either it was the booze or perhaps there was a layer of shyness pricked in her mind that has allowed for her words to flow free. She laughed, she touched others. I sat on the table, people moved aside to make place for me. She sat across from me, while she spoke she slyly stole glances from me. There was little left of the timid girl that I normally strolled with. I chatted along, with her too, she joked with me, once leaning her hand over the table to touch my arm. Her leggings riding along the shape of her body as she had her legs crossed. I was surprised but took little further note of it, I was just happy she felt more at ease. I retired after a while, excusing myself because I had something else I had to do, which, in reality, was just playing video games.

That coffee earlier the evening of course had it’s end goal, nature at some moment later that night called and since my room has no bathroom I had to go to the one right next to me. While many would say that there is no bad moment for nudity, I would argue that having to take a piss as a guy is probably one of those moments in which it is not very handy. It is not impossible sure, but I prefer to have a whole shower for myself if I am going to try it, grazing the bowl of the toilet with the tip of my dick while pushing it in is not my style. There she was, her naked body half behind the door of the bathroom. Her legs standing a bit more apart that I could see the figure of her trimmed pussy. Her gorgeous breast pointing at me with her hard nipples while the other was pushed against the wood of the door. She looked at me with one eye, slyly smiling, just as she had done a couple hours before. The hallway was empty, but in the distance you could hear the sound of more people still drinking in another part of the building. I looked surprised, turned around, went back in my room. I did not go out for at least half an hour, no use trying to piss with a boner anyhow. I heard later on that she walked into the other people who were still drinking, butt naked too. The whole thing was odd, and I could not make sense of it, there was something with her, but I have no clue what. The next few days we avoided each other if our eyes crossed each other we would quickly avert the gaze. The last time I saw a woman like that, it was with another. Sure I had watched porn, but to see it up so close. It might sound lame, but it brings back memories, certainly if the memories are still so fresh. I am a sentimental man.

A couple days later I heard a knock on my door after a long day at work. “Yes” I replied. Nobody entered, instead I walked up towards my door, opening it. There she stood again, dressed this time mind you. “Hi” I only made out. “would you like to take a stroll?” she asked in a small voice. I overthought things. I had started to see her in a different light these past few days. There was some weirdness about it, in one way she had pushed her sexuality on me, but perhaps it was not for me, maybe she was just having ‘something’ I could not make sense of. Perhaps she was not waiting for me, but the way she looked at me made that hard to believe. She is a friend on one side, but vulnerable too perhaps. I did not want to be the catalyst to bring her further in despair, but at the same time she came to me. “Uh….” I responded, quickly she interjected me “you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” “Nono, it is fine, I have nothing to do anyhow.” And without much further thought I picked up my coat to go outside.

The wind was howling and we said very little to each other while we were walking. The city center came near and we sat on a bench. It is odd to think that this girl was such a wild talker before with others, yet with me she was silent and hesitant, the air of awkwardness surrounding us, not made better by what had happened a couple days before. She looked at me, her eyes looking down “Are you mad at me?” she asked. Well of course I was not, which I replied. She nodded and I told her how it made me feel seeing a girl naked with the breakup so shortly before.” I understand” she replied “it was not meant for you though, it was just….” she cut off her sentence, staring in midair. I looked in the distance with her, unsure of what to say at first. She looked at me, about to say something, then paused, tilted her head the other way but after a pause continued “I have dealt with… things… for all my life, moments of different clarity, different awareness. I have taken my clothes off, and I walked around like that, but it was really not meant for you it was just…. A different moment, you know? I can’t really explain it well now, but not everything is easy for me.” I glanced her over, to see how she was doing, but could not get a good visual. “It felt a bit like it was for me though, you stood there looking at me so sensual, right into my eyes. It felt in any way that it was for me. But perhaps that was you in another setting, I don’t know much about it. I don’t want to say anything about it either, I know so little about all of this. But it was so close to me… I could count all your pubic hairs.” A sly laugh erupted from her, as if she suddenly had courage slip into her “you could count all my pubic hairs.” Her mouth was flashing in a broad smile as she stared to the ground. In a sudden burst of courage she asked “how many were there?” Taken aback I stammered for words “well uh… look, it was hard to think, next time I see you like that I will go count them, I just stared at so much and uh.. I had to worry about going to the toilet, which I could not for a good half hour and…” Her laugh had now changed from a sly smile to a thunderous laugh as she held her hand in front of her mouth “Why do I find it so funny that you could not pee? Could you not have just went to the shower instead? Just burst it out, not caring about where to aim, don’t blame me for not getting to go to the toilet! And what about this looking again, will you wait until I am in such mood again?” She held my shoulder as she laughed uncontrollably. “Well, no! I mean, I don’t want to make use of you in a vulnerable state.” “Yet you had a hardon for half an hour, you must have enjoyed it somehow, even if it hit a nerve with you from the past.”

I went silent. It did indeed hit a nerve with the past. I did enjoy watching her naked, I did. But it feels at the same time like cheating, cheating not on my ex, but onto my next girlfriend, as if doing anything in a casual manner is taking something away from her. I am a weird man. She had noticed I went silent and went silent as well. “I am sorry I should not tease you about it, I was wrong, I am…” But I interrupted her “No, don’t be, please, you did not do it on purpose and I enjoyed it in some way too, I… Just don’t know how to deal with this. At one point I am aroused a lot looking at you like that, but at the other point, I want to see love and sex in a certain way, though very often that idea is falling apart as my lust is gaining. I often do what men do alone and at that point you don’t care about relations, or love, but just the deed itself.” “I get what you mean, I have done it sometimes with others but was never satisfied with it. They only used me for my body, I don’t mind doing it without love but I want to trust someone, maybe like I trust you.” “Me?” I replied a bit shocked “I… I mean, I don’t want to make use of you in a vulnerable state.” She huffed “I said someone like you… Don’t flatter yourself, also even vulnerable people have feelings, urges and whatnot. You can’t just put someone on a scale of vulnerable and thereby decide that you have to caress them like porcelain, sometimes even vulnerable people want to be tossed around, we don’t always break easily. If I wanted you to fuck me, and I have not asked mind you, then I don’t want you to see me as something broken. I have my value too.” Never before had she been so stern in her words. I was quite taken aback. “I am sorry, I just don’t want to be the asshole that is making use of you, wait no scrap that. I was not even planning on it, it did not seem like the right thing to do?” I managed to push out. “And why was it not the right thing to do? Because I am vulnerable? Or is it because you have not yet decided how you want to use that dick of yours for anything else but taking a piss in the shower with a boner? Men always either use me for my body or they hesitate to use me because I am vulnerable. Both are just the same, they see one thing, some precious little cup of porcelain or a sex doll. But they never see me, which one are you?” “I, I, I did not even want to…” But she did not let me finish, she stood up from the bench, walked in brisk steps back to the building and left me sitting. I regained my bearings and went to my own room, when I was sure she would have reached hers.

It was later that night, I was restless in my bed. I had often trouble sleeping and tonight was one of those nights. It did not help that I had a lot think of regarding what had happened that day. I decided to wake up, just sit in front of my computer screen, browsing some things when I heard a light knock on my door. I looked around briefly for my shirt and pants but in the dark found only the first. I opened the door anyhow, trying to hide my lower parts. Not too surprising it was my next door neighbor. “Can I come in? I want to apologize for my behavior.” “Well yes sure, but first let me grab my pants, I am only wearing a boxer…” but before I could finish she walked in “who cares, you saw enough of me anyhow.” As she walked past me I could see she was wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of yoga pants, so tight that I could see the contours of her panties against her ass. The way her breasts moved made me feel she probably was not wearing a bra either. She sat on my bed and I followed after her, sitting next to her, a bit closer than I had initially planned on sitting. “I apologize, you are a very kind guy and I think you respect me, even before everything happened and certainly afterwards, I just have a lot of things going on. And frankly I am horny as hell too. I will be blunt, I want you to fuck me, I already know you want to protect me, but let’s move over all of that.” I hesitated to speak, but I will be frank, I wanted it too, she caught me in the worst of moments, I really wanted sex and I cared little about whatever relationship morals I had before. “I am a bit horny too” I replied, and before long she was sitting even closer to me having moved herself in my lap, her arms straddled around me. “ I can’t promise a relation” I stammered. “I don’t care, I am not a sex doll but I am not vulnerable either, have your way with me please, whatever happens in between these mountains will stay here.” She lifted her shirt up, she was indeed not wearing a bra, I could not help myself but grab a hold of them immediately. They were firm, well sized. I caressed the skin. She moaned softly, I brought my lips closer to hers. My mind raced, I had no idea what I was doing, but it was all happening still. My cock hardened, which she took very well note off. Her hand slid over my boxers as we kissed. The sound of our kisses filled the empty room. I brought her body closer to mine. Caressing my skin with hers, her large boobs pressing against my chest as my hand moved onto her neck. Gentle caresses moving upwards to her ear, playing with the shell of her ear as my lips moved onto her neck too, kissing gently. “Oh fuck I needed that.” she moans as her body moves in the rhythm of my kisses. I turn her around, my hands on her back, sliding down her sides, moving back up gently over her spine, slowly I plant kisses down on it moving all the way down, sliding her pants and panties down a bit to kiss just up the start of her ass. I sit up straight as I caress her boobs slowly circling my fingers around her nipples, moving closer and closer to the tip. She tilts her head back, I kiss her lips as I grope her breasts. Twitching her nipples, pinching them, pulling on them lightly. I kiss her shoulders, slowly from left to right as I caress her boobs.

I put her down, hovering over her. We kiss passionately as I slide my hand down her pants, caressing her leg. I slide the pants off. My lips move lower, over her chin, her neck, down to her boobs. Kissing in between it, sliding my lips over them, kissing her nipple, sucking it, licking it, biting it gently then taking it all the way in my mouth, while she caresses my head like I am a babe sucking it. All along I slide my hands lower on her leg. Moving them down, all the way down to her feet, then sliding it back up. Moving my fingers near her pussy, almost touching it, but not yet. She moans loudly “fuck… dont’ tease me” But I slide along anyhow, moving down her other leg as I suck on her nipples. Moving my hand all the way up, I stop at her ass, I slide my finger under her panties and I slide them off her gorgeous legs. I look up at her, I see her smile as I look back and forth to her pussy. “Well, how many can you count?” I smile as I sit next to her, I put my hand under her ass, caressing and groping it while I slide my other hand over her bald pussy lips. I kiss her passionately as I caress her, sliding my fingers over to her clit. Caressing it slowly, her body shudders with passion as I slowly start making circles on it. Her body shudders, I caress her ass cheeks, groping it, slowly moving my finger near her asshole as I kiss her with passion. I lower my fingers over her pussy, softly sliding in one finger, caressing just the part under her clit, then sliding it in deeper before moving to the part just under again. I caress the ribbed spot, sliding in another one while I push my fingers up a couple of times, going faster and faster with each movement just a bit. Then sliding them deep down in again. Finger fucking her harder while she holds my body. I move my lips lower over her body, kissing her breasts, belly, then down to her pussy. I plant a kiss on it while I take my fingers out. Caressing her pussy with my lips, tasting her wet juices. I move up to her clit, licking it with the tip of my tongue, caressing it. Then sliding my fingers in again to finger fuck her harder and harder, all the while caressing her anus with my other hand. She moans harder, caresses my hair while her pussy throbs, her movements gaining speed. Her whole body arches as orgasm flows through her body, before she collapses on my bed. Breathing heavily.

She looks at me, sweat dripping down her body. “We probably woke up the whole building” She moaned, in between her heavy breathing. “Maybe” I replied, suddenly conscious of the sound we have been making, but regained my wit quickly “It was you though that moaned so loudly, not me.” She blushed. “You were so reluctant to fuck anyone, but now that you have gone so far with me, I am sure I can let you gain a nice orgasm.” she said as she spread her legs. I held both of her legs with my hands, arching them up as she was in front of me, panting heavily still. I pulled down my boxers to release my cock, dripping with precum. I slid the tip of it over her clit, precum oozing on her little love button. She grabs a hold of me, grabs my cock and pushes it lower over her pussy lips then guides my cock slowly inside as she moans loudly. I feel the tightness of her vagina walls caressing my cock as I push down further in. I grab a hold of her back pushing myself deeper inside, slowly fucking her lovely wet pussy. I grab a hold of her boobs, caressing them firmly while I fuck her faster and faster. At this point I am more than a bit horny, I want to try some of that juicy ass. I take my cock out, grab a hold of her and turn her around, putting her head down on the sheets while her ass sticks up. I grab her ass and I slide my cock deep in her pussy, slapping her ass as I pound her. I spread her asshole with my fingers, caressing it while I fuck her hard. She slides off me, sitting on her knees dragging me to the side of the bed, my cock is about to explode as she slides her lips over my shaft. Gagging it hard, I cannot hold it much longer and I orgasm inside of her mouth. She licks off my shaft of excess cum as she swallows it. She grabs my tossed away shirt to clean herself, I kiss her lips as she walks off out of the room. Naked, her clothes still on my floor, here is hoping she will just go straight to her room this time.

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