Unexpected Lodge After Concert - 1

In fact, it was quite spontaneous. A friend of mine couldn't come to a concert, but she knew someone who also wanted to go, but couldn't get a ticket. I knew her vaguely, mostly from birthday parties and some previous concerts, but otherwise I'd never spent time alone with her. That's not surprising, considering she's a lot younger. Anne is nineteen.

All I knew about her was that she was flirting with other ladies. Her interest in boys was minimal, though she hadn't completely ruled it out. Other than that, she was just a nice girl. That was also evident at the concert. There are people who come along and therefore claim you all evening. That was not the case with her. She spoke just as well to other friends of mine there as to concertgoers I didn't know at all.

This also resulted in a pleasant evening, after which a beer was enjoyed after the show. Anne was not much of a drinker and stuck to cola. Although she consumed it, she didn't mind the time. I knew she still had to catch the train to Brabant, but when she stepped outside with me, it was because I wanted to catch the last tram.

What time is your train? I asked her as we got into the somewhat rickety carriage.

I'll see. With that she took out her phone and soon her face became an open book. So that train was a problem. What time does this tram arrive at Central Station?

That's another ten minutes, at least.

That will be running then. She quickly showed me her phone with the time of the train. The next opportunity was the next morning. But, I am fast.

To be on the safe side, I also got off at Central. That was so neat. Nevertheless, Anne had already said a fleeting bye after which she rushed off the platform. My stride was a lot quieter. Once downstairs, I already saw her. I knew exactly why. That train was not made. Anne was looking around a little bewildered.

Missed train? I asked when I was close to her.

Yes, she said, without really looking my way. Her mop of long, dark blond curly hair gave me no glimpse of her face.

You can pit with me, I said. Or do you have another option?

A taxi will be extremely expensive, so if that were allowed, that would be nice. Anne did turn to me.

Come on, I said. Then we take the next tram to my house. Or do you want something to eat?

That last one.

And what?

Anne looked around for a moment. I think it will be fries.

Not much later we both had fries with a snack.

So tired that my last train is so early, she said between meals.

Yeah, I said. That is the disadvantage of living far from here.

Fortunately it was a cool concert.

Since the tram still offered opportunities to go to my house without any problems, we arrived there after this long evening, somewhat tired. I wanted to sleep quickly, because the next day I had an appointment with a nice lady. I wanted to look good there, something I had also told Anne, so that my haste to bed was somewhat explained.

Bed or couch? I asked Anne.

She looked at the sofa and replied: Bed.

Then I will sleep on the couch.

Don't have a double?

Yes.

Well, then we do have our own side. Don't be too difficult.

Okay, if you don't mind.

Then I led her upstairs. I showed her the bathroom, where I took a new toothbrush out of the package for her, and bedroom. See you soon.

Downstairs I went to the toilet, cleaned up some small things and closed. When I got upstairs, the light in the bathroom was already off, as well as in the bedroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom. Apparently Anne wasn't the fastest, because she stood with her back to me wearing only a simple white thong next to the bed. Apparently she had just taken off her bra, because she reached for her shirt to try to put it back on.

Do you want a shirt from me?

Anne half turned around with an arm in front of her breasts. Yes, if possible.

Of course. Then I took a shirt from X-Tinxion from the other room, which would fit her well. When I gave it to her, she quickly put it on and then crawled under the sheet. Then I turned off the light in the hallway, lost my jeans and my socks, but kept my boxers and shirt on for this occasion.

Thanks for letting me sleep here.

No thanks.

Sleep well.

You too. Then I closed my eyes, turning myself onto my right side.

The feeling that made me wake up a little was special, if not just nice. It took me a while to realize in the middle of the night that, still on my half, I had landed on my left side. As a result, Anne had found my crotch with her buttocks. Her lightly abrasive movements left one guessing their effect. My boxers made it clear to me why I never slept in boxers. Slightly stiffened, I watched what happened. I had no idea if Anne was having a bad dream or if she was awake. The fact was that this was not in line with the image I had of her. Anne was a smooth girl who fell just as easily for the ladies. Even tonight she was still flirting with a lady from my group of friends who also only aspires to love between women. Anne must now feel my erection, because her buttocks kept pushing against it lightly.

Honestly, what this girl did was horny as hell. Still, many thoughts raced through my head, including the next afternoon's date. That's why I turned on my back. I felt that Anne shifted a bit, so that her buttocks came to lie against my side. The voluptuous movements were thus also ended. A few breaths later nothing seemed to be wrong and my cock decided to go back too. My eyelids grew heavy and dreamland would soon be re-entered.

Not much later, Anne turned around. I was just in the final stages of finally entering the realm of dreams when I felt a hand on my boxers. Where my phallus had just returned, the touches quickly caught up with the growth spurt. Anne's gently caressing hand had a clearly horny effect. Her head with her big bunch of curls on my shoulder did the rest. Her breathing made it clear that she wasn't sleeping and that she was probably very horny.

Even before my cock had reached its hardest state, Anne had already very carefully lifted the edge of my boxer shorts so that her hand could feel under the fabric. The touches to my neatly shaved business were amazing. Very carefully she felt my balls and the hard rod. Her breathing became heavier. After she had thoroughly explored everything, she started a very careful handjob. She quickly freed my head from my foreskin, noticing that this handjob could never have been her first. She did it too well for that, too horny.

This was pure enjoyment. With her free hand, Anne fumbled my boxers to a position where my cock was exposed under the sheets. That gave her more freedom for her pulling movements. Anne eagerly made use of the extra space, without increasing the pace. It was clear that she was trying to do this a little sneakily. She gently moved my foreskin up and down. It felt fantastic. Her gentle hand did work that would make any potent man happy.

Calmly Anne played with my rock hard cock. Because I closed my eyes, everything felt even more intense. I noticed that the pleasant lady pushed the sheets further and further down. This she did as carefully as anything she had done before. When the bump was taken off my cock, she held it up a little straighter, then continued to jerk off. I felt her head slide from my shoulder to my chest. Meanwhile, her other hand also seemed to move. Since I didn't feel it anymore, I could only guess what it did and that guess was hot as hell. Would she enjoy fingering herself in the meantime? After all, her arm led there and what else could she do there?

My cock was now as hard as steel. He began to knock even harder at the idea that Anne shifted her head a little. Maybe it was the horniness that made me imagine other things. It wasn't until I clearly felt her breath coming out of her mouth near my navel that I realized that her head had actually moved toward my erection. Seeing how she held my cock during this hand job, I knew my head wasn't far from her mouth. Even before I really dared to let the thought in my head come forward, I very carefully felt her lips slide around my head. Subtly, her tongue began its reconnaissance work. Jeez that was horny. No words for it.

Just as careful as she had started this event, Anne also proceeded. Slowly she took my hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her hand moved more and more to my balls. When she had half of my cock in her mouth, she slowly started to suck me. Anne sucked my cock in a convincing way. Either she often practiced this on artificial cocks or she already had more experience with this than was thought. Soon she took it as deep as possible in her mouth. I felt my head throb against her throat. There are no words for some things.

My cock hadn't been loved this horny in ages. Not to this fascinating blowjob indicated that Anne did not like this. Occasionally she even held my cock as deep as possible in her mouth, only to take a deep breath afterwards. Meanwhile, the movements of her other arm looked like she was fingering herself even more intensely.

For a moment she let my cock slip out of her mouth. Anne then proceeded to pamper my wet rod with her hand, while she herself seemed to have to catch her breath. Her breathing was far from normal. It soon became clear to me that Anne should not recover at all, but was in a completely different state. Her slightly jerking body made her orgasm a public secret. The fact that the horny girl had also given herself a climax, gave an extra, horny dimension to this nightly event.

Her orgasm clearly had an effect on her as well. Anne was now pulling me at a slower pace, playing stupid even more teasingly. My dick didn't get any less hard. This was still pure enjoyment. I also wondered, now that she had come, if this was also the end. She probably thought I was still asleep.

When Anne let go of my cock, I thought about what would happen if she turned back to dreamland. Before I could even think anything, it turned out that the horny girl had more plans. I felt her rise, sit on top of my crotch and guide my cock inside her with one hand. How easy that was. Anne moaned lightly as my love rod entered her soaking wet pussy. She sank deeply. My cock was almost completely inside her pussy when she started riding me slowly.

This was the point where I staged my awakening. Satisfied and surprised, I looked at Anne in the darkened room. Anne clearly understood that because she put a finger on my lips, as if I had to be quiet. Immediately she started to rock her hips a little more. My hands slid down her thighs, toward her waist. That signaled her to pull her shirt, or rather my shirt, over her head. Immediately my hands went to her perky breasts, not big, but nicely formed. Her nipples no longer needed my touch to get hard. Softly Anne moaned when I grabbed both.

Anne slid back and forth with her lower body in a wonderful way. Because she was sitting upright, I felt my cock being massaged in an intense way, almost vulgarly. Every now and then she lifted her hips a little, giving her slim body an almost sucking effect on my cock. My hands then slid from her breasts to her buttocks. Anne hadn't bothered to take off her thong. She had pushed it aside, so that this action would not be hindered.

When my hands reached her buttocks, this is when Anne lowered herself forward. She put her hands on my chest and lifted her hips a little. While I could now nicely knead her ass, she started to horny bounce up and down on my cock. The silence of the night was broken by the great suds and her panting.

Because Anne now hung a little more forward, I was able to put my knees up. This allowed me to take charge. With deep strokes I started to fuck her. I used the entire length of my brown pole, to Anne's audible satisfaction. I held her buttocks tight so that I could penetrate her in this way for a long time.

Divine, Anne moaned.

Anne buried her face in my neck, her mop of dark blond curls obscuring my view. I felt her nipples against my chest. Now that she was lying down, I picked up the pace. Anne moaned intensely in my ear. My balls smacked against her with every thrust. I grabbed her tighter by her nice ass to make my hard cock go up and down in her even harder.

Suddenly Anne shot up, without my cock going out of her pussy. She put her hands back on my chest and took control. As if she had been apprenticed to Shakira, she twisted her hips. My cock was honored to experience this. This horny teen knew how to handle it.

Apparently Anne also knew what time it was. Squirt in me, she said hoarsely. I'm on the pill. She continued for a moment but her beatific movements. Cum me up. Then she began to turn more intensely on my cock. She also gripped my chest a little tighter. Every now and then her ass came up, but mostly it was twisting movements. My orgasm got a red carpet.

Growling with pleasure and squeezing her buttocks I came. My cum shot deep into Anne's pussy in many bursts. She kept rocking her hips a bit, gasping for all the remnants of my peak. Anne sat on top of me for a moment, until she felt my cock go limp. Then she deftly bounced off me and grabbed my cock. She tilted her head in that direction and quickly and thoroughly licked my thing clean. Then she turned on her side, to say nothing to press her body against me. All I could do was turn onto my side and lay spoon-spoon with her, having my arm around her waist.

Hmm, said Anne, almost moaning softly. Sleep well.

Sleep well.