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Veronica’s adventure 
I saw her when I left my
  hotel room and went down to the beach. She looked at me in a strange way and
  then entered the next café. 
She was only a bit taller
  than me, her shoulders strong with firm bosoms, rather sportive. 
When I came back from the
  beach, she came out of the same café as 3 hours earlier, as if she had been
  waiting for me. 
She followed me up the
  stairs of the entrance to the reception where I asked for my keys and she for
  hers. 
When I got into the
  elevator, the door was nearly closing, she her foot in the door and it
  reopened. 
I looked at her with
  surprise, but she smiled and stood exactly beside me. 
While we drove up, her
  arm touched mine a bit, I felt her strong forearm. Then her finger was
  getting around mine. 
Then the door opened for
  my floor. I wanted to leave, but she grabbed my hand and held me back. 
While I looked at her,
  the door closed. 
She came closer to me,
  suddenly her hands lay on my behind and I found myself being kissed. 
Never before, I had had a
  lesbian contact, but she kissed me so intimately, that I couldn’t move in her
  arms. 
The elevator’s door
  opened and she led me out, some steps to a hotel room door, opened it fast
  with her key and dragged me in. 
She closed the door with
  her key and turned to me. 
She looked at me like a
  tiger wanting to swallow the sheep by one bite. 
She took me both my hands
  and pulled me to the bed. 
And then I don’t know much.
  I found myself on the bed with her half on me kissing me intensively. 
I began to like it, it
  stimulated me, my blood was running fast through my veins. So my hand got
  over her back feeling her smooth skin. 
Now she was kissing my
  bosoms, slightly biting my belly. I put both my hands on her head and grabbed
  her hair tenderly of delight. 
She laid her left leg
  between my legs, so I had to spread them. 
I felt her hand going
  slowly up and down my inner thigh, sometimes a little grabbing, so I took a
  deeper breath, but spread my legs even wider. 
Now she knew she had won.
  I wanted her to do what she liked to do with me. 
Her hand went up to my
  pussy, lay on it. 
My pussy was throbbing
  with expectation and getting wet. Tenderly she parted the lips of my pussy
  with her middle finger.  
Then it entered my pussy,
  I gave a light sigh. 
It entered deeper and
  deeper till her palm lay flat on my pussy again. 
She moved it up and down
  and half in and out. 
My hand moved smoothly on
  her back if as to say: Don’t stop! 
The lips of my pussy
  where so wide spread now, she entered her thumb, then very deep till nearly
  half her hand had disappeared. 
I through my head back,
  because it got me high. 
She worked in my pussy,
  touched the walls of my inner vagina. 
Now her forefinger wet
  with mucus parted my buttocks and went over my anus. 
First, I tried to hold my
  buttocks together, but as her finger had got tenderly over my anus several
  times, I relaxed and opened it for her to enter it with her forefinger. 
As it entered deeper into
  my anus I felt the lips of my pussy press her thumb and hand more and more. 
Slowly I felt all my
  blood leaving my head, my fingernails went into her skin for relief. 
Her thumb with half of
  her hand and her forefinger went rotatory into my pussy and anus. I tried to get
  hold of some bedclothes because I was near to get crazy. 
Faster and faster, she
  went with this rotatory movement that I felt like my lower body having all
  the blood and senses of my whole body. 
I through my head to the
  left and right, sighing louder and louder, “aoh, aoh, aoh” 
Suddenly my upper body
  got into a total cramp, “uaaaah”. I lost consciousness. 
When open my eyes, I don’t
  know how much time later, I was still heavily breathing and holding my
  benefactress close to me pressing my face into her firm bosoms. | 
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