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A romance in Byzantium … (Part 2 – …so n“… and do not forget: Psst!”No, for sure I´ll not forget! But really I even couldn´t sleep again. The sun tickled me on my nose and the memory of the previous night came upon me, mixed up to the anticipation of dawning day with that magic girl…But anticipation toward, fancy there – also there was to do some work and so I dressed and prepared maps and cards, notebook and camera, and thought how we could go about it best.Then I went down to breakfast. My Little-curly-head was not there… but my table was covered with all sorts of goodies – and with a large pot of Cafe! Right, after finished breakfast, the door flew open and in Little-curly-head whirled. “I’ve got a boat! No sailor, a motorboat, which fits to the low bridges and with a flat bottom, so we can go as close to the beach, it’s just a little older and slow…” – Right on! The girl had figured out, what we needed. “Oh, it mustn´t be quick, it must be easy to handle in tight spaces – sounds good, what you’re saying. When will we get it?” – “I fixed that! We can start every time we like, it´s in the old northern port.” So we started… The girl also grabbed a basket. “We should buy some food for that long day; on the way to the harbor is a fine market.”I have to say, that for me it´s always a big pleasure to walk through markets, talk to the people, pick up this and that and especially it´s a pleasure with a beautyful girl. Now I had time to admire my princess. She dressed herself in a natural way very sexy; over the tight jeans she was wearing a black blouse, open at the top and down just fixe with a knot – already more an invitation than a disguise. “Sweety, you look magical! How shall I work in that case?” – “At work you will not see much of it – I have a windbreaker with, out on the water it could be windy and a little cold…” Well, that remind me: I almost forgot my jacket – but now it started. On the market we filled our basket with some fruit and vegetables, bread, cheese, meat and wine… “How long can you stay away?” – “Oh, I told them, that we do something, I can use for my studies and that we will be at least two days away… I want to seduce you…” – “?!” “…to go up with me into the Bosphorus” she added mischievously… “We can sleep on the boat, you’ll see.”At the harbor, the boat’s owner was waiting for us, as I heard now, he was a distant relative of Little-curly-head. Of course he should instruct us about the boat, each boat is different… So he led us to the farthest corner of the harbor, and there, to my surprise, was an old british “Watson”! “Is it that? An excellent boat! I know the type – what do you want per day to rent?” – “Wait” the old fellow said, “I’ll show you first…” But quickly he realized, that there where not need for much explains, I really knew the type of boat, checked unceremoniously diesel, oil and water…, the bilge was empty. “Best serviced!” I praised him and reaped a satisfied smile – and after I turned that old lady in the narrow harbor “on the plate” and perfectly maneuvered by, between the other boats, without much talk he stoke a Turkish cigarette between my lips – already we become friends. I told him, what I planed and Little-curly-head added quickly that we would take up the Bosphorus and at least 2 days would be on our way… The following Turkish conversation I could not understand, but my princess explained to me: We absolutely have to stop off at a particular fish restaurant, which´s run by a relative of the boat owner – and he would also tell her family that she was in good hands… Well, all right now and nothing more to wish! “Captain, you can lend me on just after the Galata-Bridge. There is an old landing stage…” It was clear that he wanted to test me again, and I did him the favor and put the old lady like butter on the pier… Now he was really happy and waved a good bye to us as we slowly steamed away.Little-curly-head disappeared below deck to give our stuff… Wow, there was even an ice box with a few cold beers! The sun was good for our photographs and the work went on in the best way – actually I have to say, that Little-curly-head was a great help; checked quickly, what has to be done, very knowledgeable, did great notes, also claimed supplements when I forgot or she thought that there’s something necessary and shortly afternoon we had liked the pictures in the box, and the number of each images on the card – the day’s work seems actually done. “If we return, back again to Galata-Bridge, I can quickly bring the films to a photoshop to fix and print them and we can have them in 2 days… May I get a few prints?” – “Good idea… of course you get all! Can you use some of the work for your studies?” – “Yes, almost anything, even if I add a little.” In those days there was no digital photography, no computers; reports and articles were typed on a typewriter; even much if you could insert any text with a copy machine, and so we planed to do it, not only mine, but also hers and so we got two birds in one sweep… It was nice to work with Little-curly-head, and certainly now, when it became apparent, that there were all sorts of bright ideas hidden under her curly. The stomach growled already, but it was more important to bring the images yet to the photo-shop, but late afternoon we were really done with everything.Over the Bosporus at this time spans only one bridge and even that one was still new; the “Faith Sultan Mehmet Bridge” was not built and the trafic on water was heavy. I even didn´t know the area well. Yes, the boat owner let us some cards, dropped under the navigation table, but I didn´t really want to try a night drive lara escort in a foreign territory. “Sweety, if we start into the Bosphorus now, it´s dark before we find a harbor. Tell me: Do you know a nice spot for the night?” …Yes, she knew…!Slowly that got a little scary to me. I understand, that she was handsome at work, that she also could find a boat from a friend, but the thing, followed now, topped all that: “Yes, if we run up about 8 miles, we are half way exit to the Black Sea and there are some beautiful places. We can slowly be there in 2 hours… I’ll show you on the on the card…” Told and with just a grip, took the correct card and tapped on the spot, she had in mind… “Tell me, did you ever stay with a boat there?” – “Yes, with this one. If you are tired, I even can replace you by steering, I have a license. I just didn´t want to tell you that…, males sometimes react a bit strange in those cases… “Aha, we react funny! I put her hand on the steering wheel and went in search of a beer – that should cool down… “You also want?” – “No, ladies don´t drink beer” and took the beer out of my hand and drank… The chick was really good for new surprises at any time! I watched her as she handled the boat, as she gave way to other boats with skill and seamanship, staying on course, when she came first, adapting the speed, taking away driving, where it was necessary… “I’m on this boat already since I was a c***d and sometimes I go out with a friend, when we want to be alone… yesterday evening at the ancient wall had another boat in my mind, but since last night I wanted to share this with you… Can you take the steering, I´ll do us some food…” – “Girl, you’re great!”I made myself comfortable at the wheel again and enjoyed the ride through the night, through this magnificent landscape. The traffic decreased, significantly as we steamed more up onto the Bosphorus and got really quiet after the hig-way-bridge. Suddenly, my Little-curly-head popped up again in the fall, with a bunch of cables and belts in her hand: “We also have an autopilot, install it once, so we can eat in peace.” – “Superb! Yes, I do, but we should stay just up here on deck, otherwise it’s too risky…” – ” Sure thing…” So I set out to do with the autopilot… “Does it work” question I heard my boat lad. “Yeah, great!” – “Then help me, will you just…” Hmmm, food! I thought, and she just wants me to put the things on deck. A glance around – okay, free travel… so I jumped into the galley – and stood perplexed:On the cabin table was a tray of delicacies that we had bought at the market – ready to carry it on deck – and next to it on the bench laid my Little-curly-head, pushed up her blouse, baring firm tits, the pink nipples were stiff and the jeans she had slid down almost to the knees. Supported at one hand, with the other hand she held this nothing of panties she wore, in step aside and presented me her sex. Between her sweet pussy-curly peered out the pussy lips, between them the tip of the clitoris… “Surpriiiise!” she laughed at me, “but that´s only as dessert!” I could not help, I felt to my knees in front of the goddess and already she had my tongue in her pussy. With great pleasure she groaned, turned her little mouse toward me, pressed my head to her sweet slit… and then gently pushed me back. “Later…, all you want, on anchorage…” The little girl was so totally right! So I got up again – inevitably I became horny and my jeans bulged over my hard-on, that immediately grew… I grabbed the tray and carried it on deck, hard enough, because my stiff dick obstructed a litte. Look back to the cabin… the blouse was closed now, she smiled at me, again she pushed briefly the panties to the side… “Beer or wine?” – “Beer, the wine later, when we are on anchorage.” A glance around showed me, it was just the right moment to get back on steering, a ferry-boat came up on starboard and demanded evasive action – but that was the last little troublemaker that evening and after we were able to relax and enjoy lunch.The wind has stopped, the last rays of sun warmed us. “Do you think the water is warm enough to swim a little?” – “Perhaps, we should try by all means, if we are there… you see up ahead to starboard this ruined house?” – “Yyyy – Yes, got it “- “Okay, see, on larboard on the other bank is an old tower, hardly to see… if both are athwart you´ll turn to starboard and behind the ruin a small, safe bay will open. Take care at the entrance, there are some rocks on the way, just little under the waterline – you are on the correct line if the tower is right aft.”There it was again – this controversial view, that made this woman so much exciting. First still cuddly and sexy, now completely in the matter, concentrated manner, even radiating safety. I u*********sly shook my head “you amaze me again and again” – and grabbed the dish tray to carry it into the galley. “Take over, you know way and place, I bring down the stuff and do the anchor.” Graceful the little old yacht turned away under her tiny hands, out of the fairway… She reduced speed…, the sonar started beeping, in we were… I went forward to clear the anchor. “Depth?” – “9 feed!” The running anchor chain rattled… “chain stop!” – “pull back!” – “stands!” – Perfectly she had brought us in and fixed.We were alone in the middle of a small bay surrounded by forest. The sun was setting and gilded the tops of the trees. The day’s work was done, it went to a retirement… it was surprisingly warm on this late-spring evening.We had spread a couple of pillows and lay on deck, enveloped by the increasingly twilight. “Soon the first stars will come escort lara out… I love this place so much…” Leaning into my arms, laying on me, haltingly she started to narrate, slowly, with a low voice… About this place and that c***dhood, long ago, her initial ride on this boat, with parents and friends, as she learned to swim…, later, the days of school… “The daughter of this boat owner is my best friend since those days…, even now…, she also studies with me, but now she is in England, just for one semester, but… I miss her…” Tenderly stroking her hair I listened on as she continues… from the high school, the first experiences with male classmates… “I was always so romantic…, wanted to be kissed and caressed…” I gently fondled her neck… “Wow, this is goooood – carry even more…” she purred like a kitten. “… But that was not possible, they were so rude, so intrusive, so… – you understand me? I was sooo hot, so… like a flower that opens… and then there were these rough hands, clawed at me… my most secret places… I resisted, screamed, ran away… then no one ever talked to me, any more, and if, just foul language… stupid cow, goat…” Her memories probably stirred her up a bit, I kissed her a tear away… now she smiled back… “My girlfriend wanted to do it in a better way, let that happen, everything… and then… it was terrible to her hurt – you know… after she told me…, she was afraid to be pregnant… if this happened to us, here in our country, in our society, then you can forget everything, then you are nothing but the bitch, everybody’s fool… We drove alone up to here, with that boat, we needed some peace… I think, it was helpful to her… then it happened…” I embrace Little-curly-head, pull her closer to me, looking at her something questioningly… “Fortunately, she didn´t get pregnant… now it’s about care, I can tell you everything…” – “As you want, I’m glad to listen… maybe it relieves…” She grabs the bottle, takes a sip, keeps me the wine, but pulls away, laughing again – instead on the wine bottle I fall on to her lips and kiss her, long… – then I get my drink too… “You enjoyed me last night, you said, you love that way, how I please me…?” My sweety is a little unsure… “Oh, it was great, darling” I whisper in her ear. “At that time I started to feel my body more, I researched it… I’ve always stroked myself, but now I discovered that I can give myself pleasure, a lot of pleasure, petted myself… in the evening before asleep, sometimes in the morning or during the day, when had some break alone… my fingers walked down toward this small slit, discovered my clit and easy, like from his own slipped also into this tiny wet hole…, was always so nice wet… for that the finger slipped in so easily in and out… at first a little, then more and deeper and longer… At that day, after I pushed away that classmate so abruptly, I hide in my room and then did it… so by dreaming my romantic fantasies… and then was all that raw gone, I felt better… That day now, when we, my girlfriend and I, went alone to this place, after her bad experience, I told her that… she wanted to know in detaily… so I showed it to her… pushed my panties a little the side, as first in the cabin, and showed her, how I do my pubic?…you say pussy? This is really better… So, I showed her how I give my pussy caresses… She watched me very carefully, lying right here on my legs, her mouth so near to my… then she moved me gently… slowly, long… then she gave me a sudden kiss on it and said “I do it also” – then she showed me her pussy, we examined – is something to see from the rough treatment…? Imagine, he just purely pushed his cock into her, ruthless, just took her, nearly ****d her without regard to her virginity, just fucked her down, shoot in his damned dirty load… Done and gone! That bloody ass…!” Little-curly-head was angry, nearly furious, I pressed my arms around her shoulder… she smiled… continued… “I needed to stroke her sweetness…, more…, petted her… and then… we pleasured each other, long, very long… At that time I also learned what to do with tongue and lips… everything we have done…, even later again, all these years… Once she tried it again with a man, but it was the same dirty thing… then we spared all that… girls can help themselves quite well and do not need a man…” Now, a little pensive, she leaned on my lap, her hand on my pants, on my sex… I bit back a remark, I had on the tongue about her and this situation, because… yeah! I loved that girl and even felt a little sad about her and her friend… But I think, she checked it even, everything… “Now you’ll think, I’m a lesbian – sure you do” she laugh and gave me a little tap on my cock, which had already tried a kind of independence, like a rise above her virgin fate. “Do you think I’m lesbian?” – “Well, yesterday it did not look like that” I laugh… She turned on her back, lying again on my lap, looking up to the stars, which now already covered the entire sky… “Look up… isn´t that a wonderful night…” … “If I’m a lesbian, you are poor today” she grinned at me cheekily, I laughed… “I’ve always wanted, it should happen here… the first time… in that bay, under a canopy of stars…, gently…, determined… when I’m ready for it…” She took my hand and placed it on her chest… I felt her heavily breathing, the chest rising and falling… felt her warmth, her heat… laying here we gave our self up to that magic… sometimes she squeezed my hand tighter to her bosom, then slid it under her blouse… the warmth of her breast on my hand, the little lara escort bayan bud between my fingers, that erected, when I played with…”Is there more wine?” She moved back up, took a sip, gave me the bottle to my mouth and kissed me, kissed me, long… While we kissed, I could feel her hand looking for a way into my jeans… The empty bottle rolled across the deck and splashed into the water, my hands were lost in her jeans, massaged her tight little ass cheeks… We cuddled down each other… Now her hand owned my cock and my balls, somehow it got hers, from now on… She opened my jeans – don´t know how, because I researched since a long time with my fingertips the wetness of her small plum, found a way to knead her sweet ass cheeks and easily reach that damp, wet slit from behind…, on she moans…, feeling my fingertips at the entrance of her pleasure cave… Suddenly she is on me, I have her breast in my mouth, cuddle me into the valley between her firm tits… my hands wander to those breasts, kneading, massaging them, I kiss them, again and again and again… she tried my shirt unbutton, a few buttons break, jump away…, her hot breasts pressed against my chest… my hands massaging her ass, stripping off her jeans along with that wet panties… We’re back into a frenzy again! She tears down my jeans…, want to help, but I’m too slowly… already she is in my naked lap, comprises both hands around my scepter, not playing with, no! Owns it again… this is her tail, her pleasure stick… Slowly she bends her curly head over it, opens her red lips, takes on him… very slowly my stiff disappears between her lips, in her mouth, surrounded by her lips, she starts to play with her tongue, caressing him, licks, eats him like a candy, sucks and licks him like a lolly-pop… I twist myself under her caresses, clutching my hands in her black curly hair… I can feel her hands under my ass, she presses me close to her, my big hard-on in her mouth, she rolls to the side, on her back, still my dick in her mouth… releases me while I slip down on her, under her oppressive hands, down to her pussy… She pushes me towards her legs, to the splendor of her pleasure cave, I fall in the valley between her thighs, my tongue sought between the lips of her wet sex…, press my face on her pubic, my mouth on her cunt, my tongue in her slit… As the tongue moves back and again into her wet little hole, she spread her legs wide in lust, laughs as my whiskers tickle the tender and delicate inside of her thighs high up on top beside her little bush and presses me back on her sex … my mouth is sinking down to her valley of pleasure… I can hardly hold back my own excitement, still feel like it is near the climax… I´m on my knees between her legs… my pleasure stick soars…, hard and erected like a spear… she takes the hard, stiff cock with a firm hand and leads it the wetness of her pleasure cave… firmly she presses my red-hot glans to her little pussy, dives him slowly a little into her wet slit, almost imperceptibly, inch by inch… into her wet secret… into that little hole, hidden in her bush. I can feel the heat of her fig… slowly, very slowly she presses me into her, pushes herself on my spear, juts almost over this scepter… I can feel her hands pressed on my ass cheeks, pressing me down on her and I feel the welcome inside her pussy, feel her lust, feel how her pussy for me expands, feel the closeness of this dripping horny virgin, she relentlessly squeezes me in, my lust let my nearly explode, now I press myself into her… very slowly, savoring each inch… we measure the depth of her cave, each corner…, the muscles of her virginal little mouse, this so long fingered and masturbated plum soak in her first dick, do not leave him, milking him, harder and harder… I feel on my cock as her sweet little hole convulses around my dick… the wave of her orgasm break upon us… her body winds under me…, her fingers digging into my back and I start almost crazy with lust, squirt the juice of my orgasm in this horny virgin fig…Does she feels it in her happiness? Ever faster and harder the muscles of her pleasure cave squeezes me, milking me on… again I shoot my cum in these virgin girls body, with each twitch of her fig I inject again and again…We are at the end of our forces… and over the top of our lust… but even don´t want to stop…, remain intertwined mutual adjunct… I lay between her thighs, my weaken cock still deep in her lovely sweet little cunt, still hold by the muscles inside her fig… she below me on her back, her legs closed tightly around my hips, looks up to heaven, looks at the starry sky… Then she laugh at me: “I’ll never leave you, you´ll never get out of there!”At least nature triumphs over our desire and my – no! our scepter of lust slips out from our desire cave… we uncurl…, lay side by side… silently looking into the starry firmament above us… long…,The night seems hot – or is it just the heat of our bodies? “Let’s swim! – You have to clear and tell me, if it’s cold” So I climb down the ladder into the water… “It’s cool, but pleasant” Half standing on the ladder I report to my boat lady. She immediately turns around and begins climb down to – I can see directly up, into her lovely slit, her valley of lust, even a little glittering on her bush… some cum and pussy juice dripping down on me… “…an wet it is…” – “?” She doesn´t immediately understand, then, checking, she laughs… “I dribble from you!”For a while we swim through the water, illuminated by the stars weak. Then we are really freeze a little, go back on board, drying each other, rubbing each other warm again and withdraw into the cabin… Incoming from the Bosphorus faint twilight starts to shimmer…Gentle sways the boat on its anchor… While we fall asleep, entwined again, the new day is dawning…

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