Disappointed dream I left this morning on the roads of France to visit an old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. The idea came to me that I could take advantage of traveling to meet other people. That's why I searched on the internet who to meet and where it could be done. I was thinking of finding a naughty woman with whom I could spend a night or two and maybe stay in touch for future encounters.I started to dream. I imagined her brunette, not too tall and well made with a generous and firm chest, round buttocks to damn a saint, long legs and a penis swollen with desire, naked and welcoming. Silky smooth skin completed the picture. I contacted several advertisers without success; whether European, African or Asian none was ready to satisfy my fantasy. Yet I really wanted sex!Several men were interested in me and didn't care about my age, which pleasantly surprised me. I answered each one, for me it is a proof of knowing how to live. I cannot understand how when receiving a message one can remain silent as I often say: “even a negative response is always better than silence!” »Finally one of them stopped me and after hesitating I left him my email for easier communication, telling him that I would bring champagne since he had the delicacy to receive me.The day before our scheduled meeting, while I was waiting for his answer, I fell asleep and began to dream….He was handsome, a little taller than me but well proportioned with a smiling face. He was dressed in light linen trousers and an immaculately white linen shirt, his bare feet. He had a supple, light gait a bit like a cat. Beneath his open shirt one could guess a powerful but not extravagant musculature. After the introductions he asked me to come in, his house was tastefully decorated and we immediately felt good there. Showing me an armchair he invited me to sit down.He had read my stories and enjoyed them. Out of curiosity, quite understandable, he inquired about my past experiences and asked me how I felt. I then confessed to him that I had derived pleasure from it, although my preference was for women. He put his hand on my shoulder and told me that if I wanted to, I could undress. Although her voice was soft, it was more of an injunction than advice. I got up and started to undress, he sat down in front of me and looked at me carefully.Slowly I left my clothes one by one and found myself in Adam's outfit. Those eyes shone and I realized that I wanted him, sweet feeling of fullness heralding pleasure.“Sit down, I'm going to get the champagne I put in the fridge”.With his feline gait he left and when he returned shortly after, he was naked and carrying a tray with the champagne bucket and two flutes which he put on the coffee table then smiling approached me and took my hand which he placed on his penis. I felt it soft and warm in the hollow of my palm suddenly I knelt down and mouthed his rod, closing my lips on his shaft. My tongue swirled while caressing his glans. He gave me a magnificent erection but slowly withdrew and handed me one of the flutes."Let's drink first to meet us" We finished the bottle talking about things and others each in an armchair until we emptied the bottle. Then getting up he invited me to follow him into his room.Like the house, the decor was sober but elegant. Facing the French window was a very large bed. He opened it and lay down on his back and invited me to join him. I knelt at the foot of the bed and made him understand that he had to move closer to the edge. He came and sat down in front of me and spread his legs. I started by licking his testicles which I felt swollen then my tongue ran over his shaft throughout the net. I looked at him furtively and saw that he was closing his eyes. I t ...

... Log in to read the end of this erotic story | 100% free registration