Secret Dreams

By Peter Martinez

On 450 conventional book pages, Peter Martinez tells 25 stories, some of which are finely woven stories and some of which are hearty  stories.

Read "Secret Dreams" and experience a world of love that will leave you breathless. Our collection of short stories will awaken your senses and ignite your deepest desires.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Martinez
• Release date: Apr 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215169001

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Table of Contents

The order

Private detective Steve Marlow

A very hot holiday in Spain

With Julia at the campsite

With Nadja at the campsite

Summer, sun, beach

The young men

The long night

Veronika and her lodger

Buxom Nurse Stories

The train compartment

The first time

In the morning

Natascha's  spontaneous party

Miss Sinowatz, the submissive chambermaid

In the gym

I enjoy my new job

Tom Walker detective

Samantha  - my very best friend

Chris - my hot fair hostess

The women

The woman in the bathroom

Face to face

Johanna's secret dreams

Secret Dreams

Author: Peter Martinez

The order

Mausi, the secretary

Dusseldorf, finest location.

Mausi sat behind her large bright desk, legs spread wide, stretching a dildo deep in her middle. She has just had her fifth orgasm this morning. There was absolutely nothing going on. There was nothing to write. The boss was on his way. She was now on her way to her sixth exit, threatening to swamp her desk.

Mausi could cum. Her boss had shown her how to do it. And since she could do that, she felt her sexuality even more intensely.

Mausi's long blond hair lay wildly over the backrest of her comfortable office chair. She had placed her thighs over the armrests. Her heels were on the edge of the desk. Mausi wasn't wearing panties. What for. That was unnecessary anyway. And only hindered her in her work.

Much more important were her large breasts, her sensitive nipples, her flat stomach, her tight thighs and the juicy, fleshy labia between her legs. That's what got her the job with Steve Marlow at the tender age of twenty-four. And he's been paying her top salary for fifteen months now. To do that, she had to be beautiful, be willing, suck his cock once in a while, let him fuck her, answer the phone, and occasionally use the computer to tweak a few pages of his handwritten notes into an appropriate form.

Mausi wasn't that particular about her friends. She took what came. And because of her attractive appearance - because she was not only light blonde but also very tall - it was not difficult for her to constantly find boys to have fun with. The only one she was truly loyal to was her boss. Of course, that wasn't fidelity in the sense that she only had one sexual partner. Where would she go? But fidelity in the sense that whatever Steve Marlow ordered came first.

And she was richly rewarded for her loyalty. It wasn't like she had to push herself at all when Steve wanted something from her. But on the contrary. She gave willingly and voluntarily. Often she couldn't wait for him to come back to the office from an outside appointment. She was just happy to be available. And in return she got a huge and delicious cock between her legs from him that she had never seen in any other man before. That was how it was to live and work. That was ideal for Mausi.

She was always in a good mood because she had never been underfucked since she worked for Steve Marlow. And if she actually felt like it more than her boss, then a simple wink was enough to ask him to give her what she needed. But today, as I said, he wasn't there. Mausi guarded the phone. In addition, she had taken her surrogate boyfriend out of her drawer early in the morning and since then she has been jacking off and masturbating as much as she could. Until she got to that sixth exit, which was now wetting her desk, wetting her chair, which ran down her thighs and made little puddles all over the floor.

The order

She had hardly spread her juices on the chair and desk when the phone rang. Thank God she had already had her orgasm. Still, her body trembled.

Mausi answered: Detective Agency Steve Marlow, my name is Mandy, what can I do for you? She whispered into the mouthpiece.

Listen to! There's a corpse here. I can not help it. He just died like that. I rode him so beautifully. Then it was suddenly over with him. Died - under me! How bad do you think I am? I need help urgently.

Mausi, in real life her name was Mandy Holzapfel, wrote down the address and circumstances as well as a telephone number and promised the woman on the other end to inform her boss immediately. She expressed the hope that the boss would get back to her within the hour. Then the caller hung up, sobbing.

Mandy autodialed her boss' cell phone and called Steve Marlow.

Hey Mausi, everything fit in step, or what?

Boss, no time for jokes, there's work to be done.

If you put it like that, then it must be urgent!

Boss, it's urgent. A woman just called, her engraver died in the middle of fucking. Now it's lying around with her. And she doesn't know what to do. She needs help. And she wants that from you.

I know, I know. Many want me. I've only really had fun with you lately, Steve Marlow laughed heartily. Give me the data. I'll call the woman back.

As a well-established team, the two exchanged the necessary data. Steve Marlow typed the phone number given to him into his smartphone and dialed. At the other end of the line he heard a deep, smoky, very restrained voice, which immediately repeated what he had already heard from Mausi. He promised the woman that he would get in the car and come to her as soon as he finished his current job. It couldn't be much longer. And finally, her address would be just around the corner. With that he ended the conversation and went back to his actual task.

First finish the previous job

He had been called early in the morning because there had been several thefts of very high-quality shoes from an exclusive chain of shoe stores. There were recordings from cameras monitoring the stores. However, the two perpetrators who were filmed had acted very carefully. So that the film material available did not allow any reasonable statement to be made about the perpetrators.

Steve Marlow had to convince himself of the conditions on site and had withdrawn to the office of the owner of the shoe shops.

Steve Marlow, a German-American, five foot two, strong and athletically muscular, always tan, upper arms like a blacksmith's, beamed a reassuring and winning smile with his dazzling white teeth as he continued his conversation with the distraught shopkeeper started.

It ended as it so often ended. After the end of the conversation, he hammered his little Steve into the cunt of the victim. The extremely attractive black-haired woman had succumbed to his charm...

When he was finished with his questioning and had written down all the details, the black-haired woman got up, came to the other side of her desk, to where he was sitting, knelt down in front of him and opened his pants. Steve knew this from many previous cases. When women felt cared for, they became especially willing. And Rebecca Schmidt, as the owner was called, was one of those examples.

In the meantime, however, they had progressed far beyond the blowing stage. Rebecca was already lying on her back on her desk, holding on to the outer edges of the desk and he thrust his pleasure cock into her pussy from the front. Rebecca was a very well-groomed woman. All finely shaved. It smelled good and it tasted good. And she had long since put her long legs on his shoulders while he pulled her thighs and thus her abdomen towards him with his big hands.

For the phone call with Mausi he had briefly interrupted his thrusts. Then he fucked her short and hard like a hare, and then, during his subsequent call with the victim, shagged her a little more calmly. But now that he had clarified everything on the phone, he saw the end of his work in front of him and pushed deeply into Rebecca a few more times. Whereupon she came with a very loud and long drawn-out scream.

She slapped her hands on the surface of her desk, roared her lust, and wasn't surprised when one of her shop assistants suddenly stood in the middle of her office and thought she was being violated.

We're a little unwell at the moment, Steve Marlow said to the clerk, sending her out with a friendly wave.

The saleswoman turned her eyes to the ceiling, took a deep breath, turned around on the spot and left the office. After that, Steve Marlow drove his hard cock several times into the twitching, swollen cunt of his morning client. Then he was ready too.

Just in time he pulled his cock out of her cunt and held it in his right hand while jerking off, firing his loads at her inner thighs. Rebecca greedily reached into the cream with her fingers, licked everything she could get hold of, then got a tissue and wiped herself clean.

Before that, she asked Steve not to put his cock away. So he stood in front of the attractive black-haired woman with a considerable arc lamp and waited until she had cleaned herself. The black-haired soon got on her knees again, took the slowly slackening, but still amazingly large cock in her mouth and sucked and licked everything clean.

So beautifully cleaned, he tucked the shriveled little Steve into his pants and said goodbye. As a farewell, Rebecca gave him a long, heartfelt kiss as a thank you. For Steve Marlow, an unmistakable sign that the black-haired woman's home was not the best.

An unusual death

Whistling happily, the detective got into his vehicle, now an old VW Polo, which he always used when he didn't want to attract attention, and drove to the caller's. The facts sounded very interesting and unusual. And indeed, when he arrived at the address after a three-minute drive, he was not badly surprised. The address belonged to a large penthouse.

He got the elevator, went up and was soon in front of a chic front door. He rang. The lady already knew that he was coming because he had announced himself below. That's why she let him in immediately, without examining him further. Without beating around the bush, she invited him into the living room, where she had already prepared a deliciously steaming coffee and mineral water. The apartment was expensively furnished. Very expensive. Steve Marlow looked around with interest. Rarely had he seen such a high-quality facility. Everything in white, light beige, silver or gold. noble materials. Only that with the gold was a matter of taste. He didn't like it at all. But there were people who liked gold on furniture, faucets, window handles.

In his estimation, the woman who had opened the door to him belonged to the category of full women. She was tall with very large firm breasts, falling brunette hair, full lips, shapely legs. A very neat appearance. The woman was only wearing a dressing gown. Then nothing. He saw that immediately when, after a brief greeting, she took a seat across from him in an armchair. The bathrobe fell apart a little. She wasn't even wearing panties.

Now tell me, Steve Marlow asked.

My name, you already know it, is Simone Maier. I had a guest visiting a few hours ago. He wants to be hit by me at the beginning of our hours together. If I really thrash the old boy, his pipe will eventually stick out totally stiff. A big pipe. Then I should usually ride him. That's how we did it today. Unfortunately he fell over in the middle of a gallop, rolled his eyes and stopped breathing. Upon examining him more closely, I realized he was probably dead.

Are you doing business with the guest?

You can see it either way. I'm not a hooker who advertises in the newspaper. But I know men who, in turn, know my qualities. And they come by every now and then. I also get money for that.

The conversation went back and forth a little. Then Steve Marlow asked to see the body. The woman stood up, pulled Steve's hand into the bedroom and pointed to the man who was lying on a dark red, shiny satin bedspread. Steve examined the man. Indeed, off the mouse. Nothing more could be done here.

Nice crap. You also waited quite a long time before you even became active.

"I am ashamed. I don't want it to be known that I receive guests here who die when they have sex with me. Do you understand that?

Of course I get that. Are you married or in a relationship?

I am married. My husband works in senior management. He earns well, but constantly flies around the world. That's why I have time to indulge in this hobby here.

Does your husband know this apartment? Does he know what you're doing here?

My husband even bought me this apartment. We have a very open relationship. He knows I need it all the time. And that I meet men here.

Why didn't you call the police or an ambulance?

Firstly, because I knew straight away that the guy had died. Secondly, because I know what the old geezer does for a living. Or better: made. And third, because he was up to his neck with drugs, which I, at his request, gave him.

Aha. And what do you expect from me now?

I expect you to help me with this problem.

I'm a private detective. I can't help you dispose of a body. If I do that and it comes out, I'll lose my license.

The full woman nodded her head and looked at the ground, embarrassed.

Isn't there another possibility?

I'll have something to think about. Would you mind getting me a glass of whiskey to help me think?

The woman's face brightened. Something like hope germinated in her eyes. She stood up, her robe falling apart. Suddenly she was half naked in the room. Only one breast was covered. The other fell out of the surrounding fabric, large and heavy. And because the coat was open, Steve had a direct view of her cunt as well.

Steve Marlow immediately looked at her partially shaved pussy. With a connoisseur's eye, he assessed what would probably be going on at this point if one proceeded cleverly enough.

The woman returned his look: Do you like her?

But of course I like what I see. You are a very attractive woman. However, this only helps us to a certain extent with your problem. Please bring me the whiskey. Like I said, that helps me think.

The woman closed her dressing gown and made her way to a well-stocked bar in a corner of the large room. There she poured a twenty-five-year-old whiskey into an expensive whiskey glass, added three ice cubes and passed the glass. She then sat down in her chair again, across from Steve Marlow, but this time she didn't bother to tuck her coat over her legs. Steve Marlow now had direct insight into your treasure chest. Her breasts both appeared now. Steve sipped from the glass.

When he put it down, he looked at Simone and asked: "Who is that anyway? What kind of louse did you catch?

This is a good friend's friend. You could also say a regular customer. The man is visiting Germany. I'm sort of his friend's gift. The old geezer is from Italy. There he is the godfather of a mafia organization.

Oh my god. You have a real problem with that. Now I also know who not to call.

Steve thought hard. A sip of whiskey, another sip. Then he grabbed his smartphone, looked for the appropriate contact from among his contacts and dialed. After a while a male voice picked up at the other end.

Steve here. Look, I have a very special problem.

Simone sat a little further on the edge of her chair so that she could overhear the call if necessary. She sat with only half of her behind on the edge of the chair. Her labia were exposed and parted with a smacking sound. They unfolded between two tight tanned thighs, which continued down her tight calves into a pair of high-heeled sandals. A sight that even Steve found difficult to endure without immediately pouncing on the woman. phew! Steve explained the situation to his telephone partner.

Yes, exactly! That's the problem. The man comes from a competition of yours. Do you have a solution for that?

His counterpart on the phone now seemed to think about a solution. There was a short pause in which Steve considered the further scenario. Then the man on the other end started speaking.

It's great that you're helping me. I'll make it up to you. But I don't want to know how you do it or what you do. I'll give you the address now. We deposit a key. You regulate all this without our intervention. And when you're done, then leave the key in the following place.

Steve explained where to put the key. Then he nodded, said goodbye and put the phone aside.

OK! I'll tell you now what we're going to do. The problem will be solved. However, neither you nor I may be present. I don't know how to solve it either. But I know the people very well and know that they always do their job in a safe and silent way. In the meantime, accompany me to a hotel. We move into a room there until I get the message that the coast is clear again. And in the meantime, he peered intensely between her spread legs, let's have fun. Would that be okay?

Steve gave the woman a cheeky wink and hoped what he wished for would actually happen."

Amusements while the case is solved...

Show it to me!

Steve swallowed, what did Simone want?

Come on, show it to me!

With that, Simone got up, stepped in front of Steve, opened his pants and took out his cock. The limp guy lay between the two mighty testicles. Simone took the cock in her hand and started jerking it off. Then she knelt down in front of Steve Marlow and took him in her mouth.

In no time at all, a considerable member stood before her eyes. As she sucked and licked a little more, the cock grew to a size she found unbelievable. She got up immediately, turned around, went to her closet and took out a suitcase.

Man oh man, let's leave right now. I always have a suitcase with daywear in the closet. I want that cock inside me. Immediately!

Steve tucked his stiff cock in his pants. It pinched and pinched terribly, but he was a real guy, and guys like that took that kind of pain easily. He got up and waited for Simone to put on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Then they set off.

Steve had a good address ready for such cases. They drove in his unassuming little car to a lovely hotel set in expansive parkland. During the entire ride, Simone massaged Steve's cock through the fabric of his pants.

The room was immediately made available. The man at the desk winked at Steve. He knew him from countless visits.

Congratulations. Have fun!

That's all he called after Steve after handing him the electronic key card.

A minute later you were in front of the suite. Steve slipped the card through the slot in the door. There was a hum, then they stood in the luxuriously furnished room.

Simone dropped her small suitcase, wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and kissed him long and hard. Steve was surprised at the skill she displayed with her tongue. He agreed. And while they were still kissing, he felt the pain his still stiff cock was causing in the tight prison of his pants.

Simone let go of him, quickly undid his pants, pulled them down skillfully in one go and pushed him in the direction of the oversized bed. There they dropped together. Steve lay on his back and waited for Simone's reaction. She immediately grabbed his member. She pushed herself as much as she could fit in her mouth. She played with her tongue on his glans until the cock was one lap bigger and stiffer in the air. For a long time she could no longer hold him with her hand.

That was the sign for her that she finally had to sit on the tail. She needed that badly now. So she straightened up, climbed over Steve's body and, facing him, placed her lap over the glans. Her pussy was soaking wet. It wasn't difficult for her to sink the big hammer into herself. She dropped onto her tail like a stamp. Until he was all the way inside her.

Oh god, that's good! That's very good. I need that now. Strike!

Simone had Steve pinned to the bed with her body weight. How should he fuck her now? But he was anything but a weakling after all. So he started pounding against Simone's body weight. He bent his knees so that Simone could lean on his thighs. He then began thrusting her from below as she rode him, breasts swinging. It slapped wet when her crotch hit his pubic mound. Simone gave himself up to his big pleasure cock. She relaxed against his thighs. Then she grabbed her pearl and began to massage her clitoris with the fingers of her right hand.

After a few moments she roared. She came. Instead of collapsing, she quickly straightened up and continued her ride on Steve's mighty member. She practically danced on his pole. Until she came right back.

I can do it quite often in a row, if the man does it well, she explained to Steve with a transfigured look and rode on his magnificent fellow at an evenly high speed. Steve watched as her heavy breasts flew up and down. That excited him. Just seeing that was a sensation. And grabbing the big, heavy melons brought him additional pleasure, especially since her nipples, which were also big, were now rock hard.

With this picture in mind, his cock grew a tiny bit again. Simone noticed that and groaned. Reaching back with both hands, she propped herself up on the bed and pushed her lap up so that Steve was now free to pound against her from below. She no longer moved herself, but only received his thrusts. With a lot of vehemence Steve drove his pipe into her cunt. Until she screamed again. The next orgasm broke over her.

Steve, himself horny to no end with so much lust, catapulted her off his cock with a hard thrust. Simone flew through the air and landed next to him on the big bed.

Immediately she lay on her back, spread her legs and pulled both knees up to her breasts. Steve knelt down in front of her, put his cock in and pushed it deep into her pussy. Then he changed his mind, pulled it out again, took it in his right hand and smashed his glans on her pearl. This led to her squeaking and moaning and begging him to never stop.

Steve knew the effect and knew what effect it would have if Simone was susceptible. It was her. The woman beneath him squirmed, screamed and yelled, clawed, dug her fingernails into his back and began cumming violently. With each stroke of his head on her clitoris, a little liquid shot out of the middle of her cunt. When he had hit the clitoris enough, he put his cock head back between her swollen labia and penetrated her with one stroke until it stopped. His balls slap against her thighs.

This brought her to the next orgasm, after she had previously come constantly from the beating of the glans on her clit.

Steve braced himself into push-ups and began fucking her in slow, deep thrusts with relish. That was too much for Simone. Time and time again, orgasm rolled over her. Her vaginal muscles contracted rhythmically. The inner walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around Steve's cock, which was made so hot that he was now ready. Steve had to cum, no matter what the cost.

He pulled his cock out of Simone's cunt, placed it in the valley between her breasts and started rubbing himself there. Simone immediately grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezed them together and formed a cave for his cock between them. Steve fucked this cave in just a few thrusts. until he came He looked down and saw his thick white semen shooting out of his glans. He fired with so much pressure that the cum splattered down Simone's neck and also partially covered her face and hair.

Simone also watched enthusiastically as the warm cream came out of the small opening in the glans. With one hand she fingered her cunt. With the other she jerked off the rest of the cum from Steve's cock. Then she greedily took the cock in her mouth and licked it clean.

Goodness, you've got it! That's tremendous, what you do with your cock!

Simone got up, staggered a little unsteadily and went to the bathroom and removed the sperm from her neck and face.

Lie back down immediately! Steve ordered. Simone obeyed. She lay on her back and waited. Steve stood in front of the bed, grabbed her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed. There he grabbed her knees, forced her thighs apart and began to lick them extensively. He did it with great skill. Above all, he took care of her pearl for a long time, which grew hard towards him. He had never seen such a big clitoris. Let alone played on him. He licked his tongue over it until Simone was caught in multiple orgasms again.

As she yelled at him to finish her off, he pushed three fingers into her cunt, which he began to play with while continuing to tongue-pound the clitoris. He pushed his fingers further and deeper into her, so far that he could put his little finger on her rosette and, well oiled by her own juices, push it into the intestine.

Again multiple orgasms rolled over the horny woman. He did that for a while. Then suddenly he bit her pearl hard, observing her reaction. Simone reared up, squirted heavily, slapped her hands on the bedclothes, came and came and came. Until she almost fainted on her side and lay there, breathing heavily.

After these numbers both had to rest a bit. Simone nestled her body against Steve's mighty muscle mountains, then both fell asleep.

Only the sound of an incoming SMS on Steve's smartphone woke her up again. Steve opened the SMS, read about it briefly and looked at Simone.

Everything is fine again. The coast is clear again at home!

Too bad, but now I want you again! said Simone, turned to Steve's cock and took it in her mouth. She carefully licked his glans until the member was stiff again in front of her. Then she sat down again. And in the already tried and tested way, she let Steve push her into seventh heaven.

After Steve had also hosed down, they got dressed, left the hotel and made their way to Simone's penthouse. Steve entered the apartment first. He looked around to make sure everything had actually been cleaned up. Lo and behold. No sign of the corpse. The bed freshly made. Removed the laundry. God knows, Steve didn't want to get caught between the fronts of the criminal organizations in the Ruhr area. So it was often good not to know what actually happened.

Steve called for Simone. You could now enter your apartment. Out of sheer gratitude, she immediately wanted to attack him again. But Steve still had appointments. That's why he warned her off, saying that she'd be happy to call him again in the next few days.

Send me a bill, you horny guy. And if I may, I'll just give you a call.

Do that, Steve called, winking at her as the elevator doors closed.

staff motivation

Steve got into his vehicle. Before he drove off, however, he phoned Mausi.

Yes, boss, what's up?

Mouse, get on the backrest!

Steve assumed that in Mausi he had a loyal assistant who would not let him down. But he also had to do his part. Steve knew full well that in order to keep his trusty companion, he had to do something about it. First and foremost, it shouldn't happen under any circumstances that Mausi felt like he was being screwed. That's why he gave her a full load at the end of the day every day, if that was somehow possible for him.

When he came into the office, Mausi had already taken off her jeans and shoes and, stretching her tight buttocks in the air, lay down on the sturdy visitor's chair. Steve saw when he came into his office, only the two eternally long spread legs and the beautiful round buttocks. In between the wet column, which he now wanted to serve. The sight was enough for him to stiffen on the spot.

He stepped behind Mausi, pulled his glans through her wet crack several times, reached out with his hips and pushed his enormous cock as far as he could into her. Mausi dug one hand under her flat pretty belly and fingered her bud. It wasn't long before she came with a deep moan.

And now upstairs, she yelled.

That was the sign for Steve that Mausi's wonderful bubble butt also wanted to be served. So he pulled his cock out of her cunt, put it on her rosette and pushed it there with a strong push as far as he could into her. Mausi moaned with a hotter, harsh sound. That was simply the hottest thing she could expect from her boss after work: a spectacular ass fuck over the armrest.

In, out, in, out.

Mausi went off like a rocket.

This was a dream for Steve, because he too liked it when he saw her reaction characterized by almighty horniness. In no time at all he was also ready and poured the rest of his sperm, which he was able to deliver that day, into her depths.

Boss?

Yes?

Boss, I think today was a busy day for you.

You may be right, Steve Marlow replied, why do you say that?

Boss, you fucked me great. Great praise! But I can tell from your seed how many have been sucking and nibbling on you before.

Babe!

Horny slut yourself.

Bye, nice evening!

Bye, nice evening!

Private detective Steve Marlow

The threatening letter

Mausi, private detective Steve Marlow's secretary, walked through the office around noon on her high heels, wearing a miniskirt and a half-buttoned blouse. She held the daily mail in her hand and placed it on her boss's desk. To make one of his many friends happy, the detective went to a quarry pond. There he also wanted to bring the night.

Mausi looked out of the windows of her chic office in downtown Düsseldorf, which were darkened with sun protection film. She sat down at her desk and opened the mail, not personally addressed to her boss. A large envelope fell into her hands. Inside the envelope was a picture of an attractive woman kissing another woman who was also very attractive.

Both were naked. Both had crossed their legs. The breasts touched, as did the cunts. There was a letter on top that said that the owner of the shoe stores, Rebecca Schmidt, should keep her hands off her saleswoman Maya, otherwise all the shops would be robbed.

What was that, Mausi asked himself and shook his head. What an absurd and strange threat that was. Usually people were threatened with life, threatened to break something. But threatening to steal it was a weird act. Mausi photographed the photo and the cover letter and immediately sent it to her boss's smartphone.

Exuberant joy at the quarry pond

Steve Marlow, stately, very vital, lay with Cornelia, his childhood sweetheart, on the sandy beach of a quarry pond and stroked the soft insides of her thighs. Cornelia had phoned him that morning and asked to be allowed to meet and talk to him again. She had problems with her boyfriend. And she said she was totally underfucked.

This was, of course, one of Steve Marlow's favorite bets.

He had to take care of that!

Urgent!

So Steve Marlow drove to the lake with bag and baggage, that is, equipped with tent and air mattress. Frankly, he didn't like quarry ponds at all. He found it below his level to have to spend an afternoon and an evening at a quarry pond when there were such nice, comfortable hotels with such wonderfully soft beds that were not bothered by mosquitoes.

But he did everything for Cornelia. And Cornelia was a camping freak. There was nothing you could do about it. So, went there, put up the tent, blown out the air mattress - he immediately felt dizzy - and waited.

It was terribly warm. It was approaching twelve o'clock and the thermometer showed a muggy 32°. Ideal conditions to go into the water. Cornelia was never on time. Steve knew that. So he figured he could jump in the water and swim a few laps.

Straight away he got rid of his swimming trunks, after all he was lying on the nudist section of the bathing lake, and jumped into the barely cooling water with a powerful leap. He had hardly started with a few lax strokes when he suddenly heard Cornelia calling.

When she saw that Steve was already in the water, she ripped off all her clothes, dropped them on the floor where she was standing and walked straight into the shallows. She wet her body and then boldly jumped into the lukewarm water. When she emerged from the floods, she had to laugh at her own caution. Because this scalding hot bath water was made for wimps.

Steve Marlow waited where he could just stand until Cornelia swam up to him. She immediately fell on him, hugged him, kissed him, forced her tongue between his teeth and gave him a French kiss that washed away.

As soon as Steve had his old girlfriend in his arms and she buried her tongue in him, something stirred in his lap. In a few moments, little Steve stood his ground. Of course, Cornelia didn't miss that. She had long since wrapped her legs around his body, as she was much smaller than him and could no longer stand in the water. Now Steve's cock was pounding right on her pussy. She just had to let herself sink down on his stiffeners.

While the two continued to kiss greedily, Cornelia stuck Steve's big cock in her cunt.

Aaaahh, that's what I was missing. This is the tail of tails. I love you for that! she breathed into Steve's ear while she recorded his little fuck movements with her rhythm. Their kisses increased in intensity. At the same time, Cornelia felt Steve's cock pulsing in her cunt. That was great. She was very calm now. Don't push, don't move anymore. Steve same. He enjoyed the tongue play of the kiss and let his glans pulsate in Cornelia's abdomen. A few waterfowl screeched around them. Frogs croaked, a gentle draft made the stalks of the reed rub against each other. Nature radiated a peaceful calm that made the two pause.

That went on for quite a while. Both found themselves pushed to the limits of pleasure by the throbbing of their cocks and vaginal muscles. Until it was no longer possible. At the same second both of them let out a loud scream, animal, Cornelia with a high tone, Steve with a low one, thus announcing to everyone lying at the bathing lake that they were coming.

Steve and Cornelia had thrown their heads back as they let out their screams. Now they kissed again. On the shore, some bathers practically jumped up, trying to figure out where the screams had come from. However, since you could only see two kissing heads above the water surface from the shore, the situation calmed down quickly.

Steve and Cornelia secretly smiled. Steve's cock slipped out of Cornelia's cunt. Together they swam to shore. Steve's big member had gone limp. It hadn't diminished too much in strength or length, however. It hung like a huge arc lamp in front of the big guy. Two women lying nearby immediately started whispering to each other when they saw his powerful cock.