Re: Most intense experience with balloons
I worked as programmer in a computing centre and we got a new colleague, a thirty-some-year old lady. She was rather easy-going and I knew she had affairs with some other colleagues but she did not attract me and she never tried to seduce me. We were friends, we had great laughs and I helped her a lot. She lived with her 7-year-old son and I went several times to her place accomplishing programming tasks even till midnight.
Once I went to her place to work together as usual. We were alone because her son was at his father but that was not the first time, it was not inconvenient for us. When we finished the work and I was to leave I caught sight of an almost flat balloon in the corner.
I don’t know how, some ladies can catch your tiniest turn in mood or can read your most secret thoughts but she said: ”well, it’s from my son’s last week party, I should have discarded it. But, shall I pop it for you?” and put her slipper onto the poor balloon and started to roll it forth and back and sent a teasing smile for me. “Poor balloon, what a pity” I thought but she went on: “No, this is not the right way”, grabbed a pair of scissors and neared to the balloon. I thought “that’s the end” but she only cut the knot of the string on the neck, pressed the balloon to her chest and let it deflate. “Now I will show you something more exciting” she said. She was holding the balloon between her palms and started to blow it very slowly. I felt my trousers started to be very tight. She threw a glance at me and said: ”let’s increase the buzz!”. She turned in the face of me, very close, turned her head slightly left adding some place for the growing balloon held in her left hand and with her right hand started to caress the hardest part of my trousers. One little blow, one light stroke… I was totally stunned: here’s a lady, reveling my most secret desires and evidently enjoying the situation! Blowing a balloon just for me! Fearlessly intended to pop a balloon just for me! I don’t know how long the whole case was; I put my left hand to her shoulder, my right hand to her hip. I felt every breath in my palm. I could hardly see her face from the growing balloon, it was sooo big, but I could see she was smiling and I wished to keep this experience for the eternity… but finally the balloon gave up with a very loud echoing bang. So did me… Shreds were flying around and I felt my underwear became wet…
She burst in laugh and after a while we were laughing together. “That was a thank-you-balloon for your help and also a good-night balloon. Now I quickly wash your underwear and then let’s got to sleep!” ordered. I have to say I slept very-very well.
Next morning we had our breakfast together and she playfully shaken her finger at me:” No more balloons!”.
I worked as programmer in a computing centre and we got a new colleague, a thirty-some-year old lady. She was rather easy-going and I knew she had affairs with some other colleagues but she did not attract me and she never tried to seduce me. We were friends, we had great laughs and I helped her a lot. She lived with her 7-year-old son and I went several times to her place accomplishing programming tasks even till midnight.
Once I went to her place to work together as usual. We were alone because her son was at his father but that was not the first time, it was not inconvenient for us. When we finished the work and I was to leave I caught sight of an almost flat balloon in the corner.
I don’t know how, some ladies can catch your tiniest turn in mood or can read your most secret thoughts but she said: ”well, it’s from my son’s last week party, I should have discarded it. But, shall I pop it for you?” and put her slipper onto the poor balloon and started to roll it forth and back and sent a teasing smile for me. “Poor balloon, what a pity” I thought but she went on: “No, this is not the right way”, grabbed a pair of scissors and neared to the balloon. I thought “that’s the end” but she only cut the knot of the string on the neck, pressed the balloon to her chest and let it deflate. “Now I will show you something more exciting” she said. She was holding the balloon between her palms and started to blow it very slowly. I felt my trousers started to be very tight. She threw a glance at me and said: ”let’s increase the buzz!”. She turned in the face of me, very close, turned her head slightly left adding some place for the growing balloon held in her left hand and with her right hand started to caress the hardest part of my trousers. One little blow, one light stroke… I was totally stunned: here’s a lady, reveling my most secret desires and evidently enjoying the situation! Blowing a balloon just for me! Fearlessly intended to pop a balloon just for me! I don’t know how long the whole case was; I put my left hand to her shoulder, my right hand to her hip. I felt every breath in my palm. I could hardly see her face from the growing balloon, it was sooo big, but I could see she was smiling and I wished to keep this experience for the eternity… but finally the balloon gave up with a very loud echoing bang. So did me… Shreds were flying around and I felt my underwear became wet…
She burst in laugh and after a while we were laughing together. “That was a thank-you-balloon for your help and also a good-night balloon. Now I quickly wash your underwear and then let’s got to sleep!” ordered. I have to say I slept very-very well.
Next morning we had our breakfast together and she playfully shaken her finger at me:” No more balloons!”.
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