Today I am already early in the city on the road. The air is still quite fresh and unspent - I enjoy the almost empty streets. With French sounds on the ears, I bring me a little in the mood for our upcoming weekend on the French coast. However, I am still missing an exciting bikini. There's a new pop-up store by a young up-and-coming designer in one of my favorite spots in Munich. In the evening it is one of the busiest and most vibrant places in the city, but currently only the dew settles over the flower beds and I inhale the silence. I see that the store is not yet open and sit down on a bench opposite in the sun. I feel the sun's rays tickling my skin. With my eyes closed, I dream myself into my music.
Shortly after, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I am a little startled and think directly I have done something wrong. In front of me is one of those women who are brimming with self-confidence. Long brown hair, slightly curly as if she came directly from the sea. Her style looks like she hasn't given it much thought, but her charisma and attitude make even her simple white summer dress look like haute couture. I notice how she immediately makes me feel a little insecure. Torn from my thoughts, I ask if everything is all right. She laughs a little, "I was just wondering if you wanted to come in?" I'm a little confused and don't quite understand, "You were just about to come into my store, weren't you? I've already seen you, but needed a few more minutes to get the store ready." I understand and am flattered that she would come out especially to get me and think directly to myself that she probably would have done that to anyone. We walk in together and she asks if I'm looking for anything in particular. Normally I don't like to be advised, but with her I was hoping she would ask me that. She shows me a bikini or two and said the colors would make my blue eyes pop. I notice how she makes my insecurity evaporate and she makes me feel good. In the dressing room, I try on the bikini directly - the top pinches a little and even before I have the panties on properly, she pokes her head through the curtain.
"Oh sorry, I thought you'd be ready by now!" She can't be that sorry, though, because she just pulls the curtain open anyway. I'm still tugging at my panties a bit when she asks me if she can have a moment. I look at her puzzled, "I mean, your bikini." We both smile mischievously and I notice how the heat rises in my body. She kneels in front of me where there is a small rug. She pulls my bikini bottoms a little higher, and I feel a slight pressure between my legs. "It should fit better like this - I hope you like it, the bikini that is." I was already all wet and the panties were probably already so wet that I wouldn't have wanted to give them back, so I said directly, I'll take that one. She pulled the curtain closed and asked me to please try on the others for her sake anyway. And again she put her head through the curtain much too early. But this time she let it close and came to me in the booth. She asked if she could try it on again. She stood right in front of me and got down on her knees again. This time she began to gently touch my legs from the bottom up. She strokes the insides of my thighs. She grabs my hips and sits me down on the stool, which still has all my clothes on it. She asks if it's okay with me. And shit, yes it is okay for me. She spreads my legs and pushes the panties aside. She starts kissing my vulva while gently touching me in my groin area. She licks me intensely and keeps looking up at me. She takes my hand and leads it to my breasts. "I want you to show them to me!" Fuck it's so hot - I play with my nipples and see how this excites her even more. She starts kissing her way up my belly. A quick nibble on my nipples until we kiss. I taste my own yoni and love how she gently bites my lip as we kiss. I pull her close to me and she sits on top of me. She wears no panties under her light summer dress and is obviously already quite wet. Again she takes my hand, but this time she leads it between her legs. I can feel how wet she is. I haven't slept with many women yet, but she makes it very easy for me. She guides my hand just the way she likes it and moans into my ear. At the same time she plays with my clit with her other hand. I let two of my fingers slide into her again and again and notice how she moans intensely every time. Completely absorbed in each other we are interrupted by the slamming store door. "Pssssh, stay very still!" She is visibly nervous. We wait three minutes for the other customer to leave the store. She kisses me briefly and asks me if I'd like to come back after the store closes. She pokes her head through the curtain and looks to see if the coast is clear. She says goodbye to me at the door and what can I say, I came again in the evening and more than once.
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