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Dear readers, thank you for purchasing my book. My name is Jupiter Hill. With this series of books I would like to share my lust, fantasy and sexuality with you. This book is an erotic short novel. To make reading easier, I write in a fictional ego form. The book focuses on two people. Mirko (written from my point of view) and Marlene. We'll meet at the university. Also on horizontal level. Your Jupiter Hill
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Dirty Marlene 1
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preamble
Dear readers,
thank you for purchasing my book.
My name is Jupiter Hill. With this series of books I would like to share my lust, fantasy and sexuality with you.
This book is an erotic short novel. To make reading easier, I write in a fictional ego form.
The book focuses on two people. Mirko (written from my point of view) and Marlene. We'll meet at the university. Also on horizontal level.
Your Jupiter Hill
Dirty Marlene - Part 1
A few years ago I met Marlene. I noticed her at a seminar at the university where we were both at. The day I saw her for the first time, she was wearing blue jeans and a red T-shirt with a low back cleavage. At first glance it was clear why she was wearing this T-shirt: she had a sunburn on her back that would have caused any other T-shirt to rub too much.
She sat in front of me, a bit slanted on the chair and with her legs crossed. She wore short, blonde hair and, when she twisted her face, had small, funny freckles. But, to be honest, I was staring at her ass, which you could see very well in these jeans. You can't say she had a nice ass. Rather it was a full, round, very feminine ass, and when the T-shirt slipped up with a twist of her back you could see a good piece into the crack between her cheeks between shirt and jeans. I decided to sit behind her from that day on.
After the seminar session I went to her and asked her hypocritically how she had gotten this incredible sunburn. I stood behind her and could see her from above well into her back décolleté - but also in the front of her T-shirt. And even what I saw almost knocked me over. Probably because the T-shirt was cut out so low at the back she was not wearing a bra. And with a quick glance into her neckline I could see that she was at least size C - and the bells rocking freely. I felt the juice in my balls bubbling at the sight of it.
She grinned at me and said that she had been swimming at a quarry pond with her boyfriend this weekend. She emphasized "excavators" so much that it was hard to overhear. I was close to giving up hope: if one of them comes to talk directly to her boyfriend at the first conversation, I thought, and you can forget it right away. But she kept grinning and asked me if I wanted to have coffee with her. Of course I didn't say no.
Shortly afterwards we stood with our coffee cups in the university hall and didn't really know where to go. Everywhere the people around us flooded and there was a hell of a noise in the hall, because once again a samba group had an appearance, which the AStA had organized. Meanwhile I had found out that her name was Marlene and that she drank coffee with milk and sugar. "How funny," I said, "my name was Mirko."
Now we stood there until she said: "I've had a job as an assistant here since last week. Let's go to my office." So we let the crowd take us to the elevator and drove it to the sixth floor where she had her office. People also crowded in the elevator, and, intentionally or not, Marlene stood so close to me that her tits were on my arm with the coffee cup, which of course I couldn't pull away either - even if I had wanted to. She grinned at me again and we chatted a little trivial stuff until we had to get off on the sixth floor. When turning around to the elevator door she stayed so close in front of me that her butt grazed my cock.
We stood in front of her office door and she unlocked. I saw her name (Marlene S.) and a second woman's name (Juliane W.) on the name tag. The office was a typical university office, rather sparsely furnished with two desks and a shelf. The only comfortable thing was two low chairs standing in a corner in front of the window. Marlene threw the documents she was holding in her hand onto one of the desks with a short swing, and I put my clothes on.
She said "Sit down, or do you want to stand" - emphasizing the "stand" again in an ambiguous way. "Partly, partly" I answered and sat down on one of the two low chairs. I drank the rest of my almost cold coffee and put the cup on the windowsill. She took off her shoes and placed the other chair in such a way that we looked at each other as she sat on it. She moved the red-painted toes of her feet a bit, as if to make them move. Then she also tilted her coffee down and placed the cup next to mine.
"It's warm," I started a little awkwardly. "Yes," she said, "but it's getting a little warmer here at this hour." She put her feet between my slightly open legs at the edge of the chair; gently she started to work along them while looking at me with her blue eyes. "You looked in my T-shirt pretty much earlier at the seminar," she said while her feet were climbing up on me. Finally her left foot landed at the tip of my tail, while her right one pressed slightly on my balls.
I widened my legs a bit and enjoyed the foot massage and the view of her T-shirt. "Well," I replied, "here in the north you rarely see such mountain scenery. You've got to take that chance." While she kneaded my dick and my bag through her pants with her feet she began to stretch herself in the armchair and to lay her arms behind her head. This caused her T-shirt to slide up considerably, leaving a good part of her breasts and large pink nipples with huge courtyards open.
What I saw was definitely bigger than bra size C. She looked me in the eyes and grinned again. Her hands moved to her bells and she kneaded them lightly, making circular movements around the nipples with her thumbs. "The clothing industry does not think of women who have more to offer. The T-shirts you get are just too short," she chatted.
My cock was now grown almost to full size, so horny made me her foot massage and the sight of her udder, which she swayed full of pleasure in her hands and whose nipples were now steeply spaced. She noticed it and said: "I am not yet so good with my feet that I can get zippers open. You have to do it yourself" and took her feet away.
Immediately I opened my pants and pulled them down with my underpants. My beating jumped out of the box and stood upright. "Hm-hm," she whispered appreciatively, "it's really worth it" and took my cock between her feet. Her toes lay around my glans and she began to push the foreskin back and forth. She rubbed and jerked extremely devoted and also experienced, I must say.
