Amature Allurre - Nine Ways To Improve Amateur Allure Claudia

The best things often come very unexpected. I had recently moved to a new city because I changed my field of study, which meant leaving most of my friends behind and starting anew. It also meant a completely fresh start concerning my studies – when going from Biology to Economics there is nothing that carries over. So I'm a couple years older than most of the first-years, and it was (and is) kind of hard to make friends there, especially since many of them are from here and know each other.
I haven't had a relationsship in a while due to being busy with work (after dropping Biology I went abroad to work for a while) and only being in each place for some months, so I'm on kind of a dry streak. I'm also shit at just hooking up and I dislike going clubbing, I have met all my GFs through mutual friends or interests. I've been in Hannover for a few weeks know and I'm starting to like the city, but I'm a bit lonely. One day, I get a friend request on Facebook – Kristin Klein (small). Uh, who is this? Don't know any Karens with that last name. Common friends, photos, oh, it's the ex. I hesitate about accepting her – I broke up with her, it was not a particularly ugly split, but it's not as if we are great friends now. We've talked once or twice, and that was just the typical, heyhowareyougoodandyou? She was also super clingy, and I don't really know what to talk to her about (I never did, which is pretty much why I broke up with her). So I don't.
Fast forward two days later and she writes me – "Hey Muff, I'm coming to Hannover for a job interview in a week, want to go get a coffee?" Uh. No idea what to tell her, I don't really want to – but saying "no" would be super rude. So I just say yes and plan to cut of things pretty quickly.
Next Wednesday, Kristin arrives, we meet in a nice cafe and start chatting. Slightly akward in the beginning, but less so than expected. I get to hear the newest gossip about some people from our old town and I remember that she is a pretty good listener at least. And I also notice that both of us have grown. I'm not as unsecure as I used to be, I can do smalltalk now, and she has started to explore the world a bit more. She was always super timid about leaving her comfort zone, but now she had travelled through Egypt and hitchhiked in Turkey.
We are laughing and chatting, and it is actually fun. It's early evening now and I ask her if she wants to hit a pub and where she is staying. "Oh, in the Maschhotel, it's a bit further out but cheap!" "Uh, public transport there is terrible. You'll have to get up at like 5.00 to get to your interview. I live super close, if you want you can stay at my place, I have an extra bed." It was more of a polite offer, as far as I knew she had a boyfriend and I was pretty sure she would refuse. Kristin looks at me weirdly, thinking about the offer, and then says yes – "But only if it's no trouble for you!" Um. Wasn't expecting that. "Yeah, no problem! Let's grab some wine and I'll make some quick dinner." A portion of pumpkin risotto later we are sitting on my sleeping couch with a glass of white wine and still chatting. The topic of sport comes up, and I have a crick in my shoulder from volleyball. "Crybaby, let me see what I can do about that." And she starts massaging my shoulder. She is really, really good at that stuff – her mother is a massage therapist (licenced and all, no full service from that part of the family). "I can't work like this, lay down and shirt off." Uh, ok. Not complaining. She sits on my ass and starts working my back, and hell, this is good. Haven't gotten a good massage in some months, and I'm just relaxing and enjoying it. It ends way too soon when Kristin says "Now you."
She pulls off her top, leaving only the black bra and smirks: "What? You've seen me naked often enough. But remember, this is just a massage. Ok? No further than my jeans." Now it's me sitting on her ass and kneading her back. I'm not as good as her, but evidently good enough since she starts humming contently. And she is still gorgeous – Very light blond hair halfway down her back, which I have to brush aside, creamy pale skin and these days a body to die for. When we were together she was really curvy, really good looking, but now she has more muscle tone and is way fitter, while retaining the curves. No idea about her bra size, between B and C I guess, and a great bubble butt – very comfortable to sit on. I cannot see them currently, but she has really big, pale blue eyes, a small nose and a rather high front of which she is very aware – she usually hides it with her banks. At some point she akwardly reaches back and unclasps the bra: "It itches, please pay that area a bit of attention. No funny business!" Um, sure. I work that area a bit more, digging in with my fingers, forming small rolls from her skin, then start to brush her whole back with my hands again, touching only lightly, very lightly. Then I gently push down with my fists, not touching the spine, start kneading her neck a bit more. I grab her left side with both hands between the belly and the ribs and pull gently upwards, working my way slowly towards her arms. Don't want to pay too much attention to the glorious orbs, but I don't really avoid the either. She sighs. I repeat the same procedure on the other side, another sigh. "Turn around."
She does, leaving the unclasped bra covering her breasts. I start very gently, just lightly pushing with my hands all over her belly and sides, again avoiding the boobs, going up to her neck and massaging her there. I make rolls, I drum her with my fingers, touch her like a feather. I knead and push her creamy flesh, I tug her sides and run my hands in circles. I'm decent at massages, but pretty good at foreplay, and really good at turning one into the other. So I kept circling her with my hands, coming closer to her well-rounded mounds, but not really touching them yet, pushing the boundaries and seeing if she noped out at some point. She didn't. She was very, very relaxed at this point, sighing a lot and moaning slightly whenever I came close to her breasts.
"Want me to massage your legs?" "Yyyes." I guess this was the point where we both stopped pretending that this was just a massage. I opened the button and the zipper and took her jeans off, luckily they weren't true skinny jeans. It was most noticeable that she was doing a lot more sports these days here – her legs were a lot more muscular and really well-shaped. I'm a sucker for long, fit legs, and even though Kristin isn't that tall (~1,65m) she has some serious legs. She looks tiny when she is sitting. Jeans off, socks off, start massage. Slowly from the ankles (I don't really like touching feet), kneading her calves just to the point before it hurts, working my way up, running my hands up and down her legs, digging in with my fingers along ger upper thighs, which gets a sharp intake of breath, and admiring the view. The panties are also black, not frilly or anything, and just a little on the grandmotherly side. I guess they are comfy and I guess she also didn't plan on sexytime. Oh well, they don't hide the ever-expanding wet spot either.
I continue running my hands up and down her legs, inching closer to the last delta, now brushing the strings of her panties, then back down to kneading her calves. Then I move up again, my body between her legs now, massaging her upper body again, running my hands all around her breasts (still kind of covered by the bra) while I press my erection into her her. She is moaning now and pressing against me in return, small rhytmic movements. I accidentally brush the left cup aside, exposing her very hard and very pink nipple, which I still don't touch. But I do run my fingers around her left breast while moving my right hand down to her legs again, brushing around the strings of her panties, lifting them slightly and feeling below. It's a little akward and her breathing is getting faster, so I decide to tease slightly less and grab both of her breasts at once, squeezing and finally extending my massage here as well. I pinch both her nipples, drawing them out, pushing them back in, rubbing them with my thumbs while the rest of the hand squeezes. She is humping me now, rubbing herself up and down against the rough material. It's evidently not comfortable enough since Kristin now tries to open my jeans as well, but is having difficulty doing it since I'm doing my best to distract her, now with my mouth on her right nipple. She does succeed though and I step out of my pants, then resume circling her nipple with my tongue. The grinding is getting to me now, and she is getting even more frantic. Her nipples were always rather sensitive, not to the point of coming from it though. I move up with my mouth, kissing her neck and chest, slowly making my way to her ears, where she is surprisingly sensitive. I kiss her, she shudders, then I whisper into her ear "Just a massage, huh?"
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