The Minister

Preface:

There are usually some celebrities from showbiz object of erotic fantasies. Here is something else entirely. Also under construction. The people, the background will be lit. It takes up the bow to the erotic moment can be beaten. And then when it starts to crackle, crackle test it between two people who are experienced and hungry to experience sex differently than teens or twenties, the practices and partners. It’s about people, which is a candle-lit dinner and an erotic foreplay not just nutrition, which brought a look weak in the knees and not a questioning eye rolling. In short, people whose sexuality is no longer capable of, but all of which can be learned. And people seem to be due to their position rather asexual. And anyway, this little story real sex has to offer, but rather is intended to encourage to think about what could happen between the first kiss and the last sigh

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There was another one of those crappy days.

Henry was annoyed. He was hanging for seven weeks in the curve, as he called it. Seven weeks ago, everything began to go wrong. First he was suspected of having heart attacks from his family doctor admitted directly to hospital. And then two weeks later he was discharged without signs of a heart attack again. But to work, he could not yet anyway.

Henry’s crane operators and for the job must be very fit. This, however, must be certified by the medical officer and had yet doubt. He was unimpressed by the fact that Henry is only 52 years old, a bull of guy and so far healthy. Henry was on ice. He passed the day with a walk, zapping through the TV program and browse every now and again a little fat books. What should he do otherwise than widowers. His wife had been years ago came literally to the dogs. A careless driver had missed the turn and shot from the bike. Since then, Henry had only his labor and his adult children. And then there were the grandchildren. They were also the reason that he is intensely concerned with politics than before.

His current education and labor market policy was on the station. Luschenkram everything he found. Back when he was young, the youth was not so wrapped in cotton wool. As yet been properly learned. And even more care for the unemployed. You had to have no fear. But now? Sometime before his unscheduled hospital visit, he had sat down and wrote a letter to the relevant ministry. Son properly salted letter. He has all his frustration, his rage packed into these lines. One response so far they still owe him. He did not expect otherwise. The minister was just a mannequin. Pretty to look at it that she was no longer the youngest, too. But more concerned about their image than about the concerns and views of their constituents. Well, he had not directly elected, but at least their teams, although one worker rather than elect the Sozen. But with whom he had never had much on his hat.

The afternoon was already advanced, it was getting dark outside. Completely normal for mid-October and Henry flicked through the TV itself. On the coffee table was a small beer. That he could not even cheer. The program he went whining to the nerves. Only soap operas, talk shows with poorer mental or comic films without meaning. He was a little sleepy.

As rattled his door bell. Startled, he lifted his head and listened. It rattled again. He had not imagined. Who could that be? He was not expecting anyone. As it rattled a third time, he hoisted his 95 pounds from his chair and walked to the door. Before he opened, he glanced out the small window beside the door. On the road in front of his garden was a large dark sedan. Previously, an equally dark cluster of medium size and leaning against the car a total of three conspicuously inconspicuous men. He had no idea what to make of it and anxiously opened the door a little.

Before him, a medium sized, slender blonde standing in an elegant business suit. Dark gray skirt, dark gray blazer, light blue blouse and dark blue tie. She looked at him with expressionless eyes and asked: “Am I right here at Henry Schoffel?”

“Yes, they are. What happened? Who are they? ”

In it went up the panic. Was something happening to his children? Or even worse, with his grandchildren?

“May I enter? I would like to entertain myself with them. But not on the wing. ”

“Yes, of course. Come in.. What’s the matter? ”

He left the door soar and let the lady come. She glanced at the men on the street, then nodded and stepped inside. Henry closed the door behind her.

“Excuse me, that we …. place so pure that I notice in them. But we were very close and I thought, I’ll look it out. ”

“Yes, beautiful. Nice of them. But what is going on? Who are they? ”

Slowly, he became indignant. They had now reached in his living room and he was always nervous.

“Oh, excuse. I assumed that they had recognized me. They had written me a long time ago a detailed letter about it and I wanted to talk to them. I am Ursula von der Leyen. ”

Henry said nothing. His legs refused their office, and he slumped on his sofa. He must have made an unusually stupid face, because his guests began to guffaw.

“Oh my God,” she then said gravely, “I must have been so frightened pretty. How stupid. I probably have thought that we are the police and their bad news to bring. You have, of course, children, and if you as a team as I and my officials stand outside the door ….. I’m really sorry. That’s what I was thinking at all. ”

“It’s ok. Let me breathe a little and then they tell me what it does to me. ”

“Done, sir ….”

“Call me Henry. I have it not so much so formal. ”

“Only if they call me then Uschi. So that we can talk as equals. ”

Henry’s blood pressure went back into the depths. He wondered what had ridden him that he offered her the shower. And had to cope with the way that she was taking it loose. He was glad he was sitting. Otherwise he would have to find a seat for sure.

They gave him time to come to their senses. Meanwhile, she looked around his living room. It was simply furnished but comfortable. The usual 3-2-1-sofa, a rustic pine cupboard upmarket. This one flat-screen TV and an old stereo amplifier housed consisting of the standard elements tape deck, tuner and CD player, CD’s and an impressive collection of famous and unknown jazz musicians. She was impressed. Also from that in a corner standing, well-stocked bookshelf ..

She turned to him and then asked, “again are you? Digested a surprise? ”

“Yes, everything ok again. I’m awake again. ”

“Okay, Henry. Let’s talk about what has led me to them. Your letter. I was impressed. Such letters often reach my ministry. ”

She sat on the chair opposite him and they immersed themselves in their exchange of ideas. Suddenly they noticed that it was now pitch black outside. A glance at the clock revealed that it was after 19 clock. They had chatted away uncontrollably.

“Would it be ok if I cook us some coffee? I think we could have a good ”

“Sure. Good idea. But their employees are not nervous? ”

“Nope, I do not think so. The stages will have probably the next Drive-In Restaurant haunted. They will disturb us, anyway. ”

“Well then.”

“Good. And now Henry, where can I find the coffee? ”

“Let them only Uschi. I’ll do it. ”

“None of that, Henry. I said that I cook the coffee and it stays here. You have to show me just where the coffee is. And the coffee and the cups and stuff. ”

“At best I’ll come into the kitchen. I sit at the window, she conducted and make it go. ”

“Good idea”

And said this was the cause of Henry in the kitchen. There he lounged at the table and gave her the box. She whirled hither and thither, and within minutes the coffee began to bubble.

“Something like what I miss in Berlin. This coziness. Here I have for all my staff, “she mused.

He looked at her dreamily and he realized what was missing. She stood in front of the coffee and watched as the pitcher vollief slowly. Remotely like he rose from his chair, walked over and put his hands on her narrow shoulders.

She turned to him.

“Uschi”

“Henry”

She looked at him. He leaned toward her and their lips found each other. He kissed her gently and began her mouth with his lips and his tongue to explore. She put no resistance offered no resentment. His hands moved along her arms and finally found his fingers entwined her and made her with. Slowly she sank down on the kitchen floor, still kissing. Soon she was on him, then he about her. Life was just out of this kiss. No one felt the need to tear the other’s clothes off. And yet, suddenly found his hands under her skirt and the way he pulled down her panties. Meanwhile, she fought with his belt and his pants zipper. And suddenly she had freed his cock from his pants and showed him the way between her legs. For a brief moment their eyes met and he was in it. Just like that. Very deep.

He was not moving. He opened his eyes and caught her eye. Re-examined and found their fingers. And then he moved inside her. And they came to meet him. Only slow and barely perceptible, but always challenging. And he pushed them into solid. He looked into her eyes. She looked into his eyes. Their eyes bored into each other formally. Just as he drilled deeper and deeper into it. And suddenly he rolled his eyes. Swept through his veins a hot flame, and he poured into it. He had the absurd fear that he chased her into the body through her and she swept through the mouth and the nose came out. This idea made him laugh like crazy. Then he lowered his head above hers, and she sank again in an unworldly kiss. My mouth tingled and throbbed in her abdomen it. She did not know what to do with himself and was simply the height of the wave, they swept away. When she eventually came to, she could feel his weight on him and the gentle touch of freshly brewed coffee in the air.

Henry was awake when he heard the rattling of his doorbell. The TV ran a dummbräsige talk show, it was getting dark outside and through the window beside the front door he could see, there are two conspicuous inconspicuous dark car in front of his garden ………

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