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Kurt was the supplier of wood to one and all in the small village where I lived. He was a very engaging guy and always had a mischievous look on his face. He was quite stocky and stood at about five-feet-ten-inches tall. He was also extremely hairy with a full black beard and a thick moustache. He hardly ever trimmed his moustache and always had hair hanging over his mouth. His large hands were grimy and rough.Kurt had thick bushy brows that almost gave him a Neanderthal appearance, but he was very attractive in a strange way and had the most expressive sparkling brown eyes. The top of his head was bald and the tufts of hair he had around the sides, untidily sprouted from beneath a very well used baseball cap.He was a scruffy man and predominantly wore old t-shirts and baggy sweatpants. The bulge in the front of the pants always flopped about jauntily. This lump was further accentuated by a constant need he had to rearrange his jewels. istanbul escort Kurt had a peculiar way of speaking, almost swallowing his words. I was always embarrassed by the number of times I had to ask, “Pardon me,” when in conversation with him.When Kurt had a few drinks it became even more difficult to understand what he was saying. Often encountering him in the pub, my powers of concentration were tested to their limit as I tried to decipher what he was saying. He always stood very close to me when engaging me in conversation and would always place one or the other of his grubby hands on my shoulder, as if imprisoning me.His wife was huge and unattractive, and it amazed me that they had spawned two really pretty blond daughters. She was a homebody and one very seldom saw her. I could never recall ever seeing them together at the pub or at any function in the village.Every couple of months istanbul escort bayan a dance was held at a hall down the road from me, on a Saturday evening. This hall was located in the opposite direction of the town pub, which was to my right, and the dances were well attended by all the locals. I had missed the first few dances after my arrival in the village, but decided that it would be inappropriate to continue doing so when pressed on the subject by a few of the inhabitants.Finally attending one of these dances, I joined a table of locals and watched the people enthusiastically gyrating on the dancefloor. Later in the evening, Kurt sat next to me for a chat. As usual, I tried to decode what he was saying. Not long after he dragged me onto the dance floor to the amusement of the residents.Even more surprisingly, several more dances followed with Kurt. He wasn’t stumble-drunk, but well Escort istanbul juiced at around eleven p.m. when I decided that I had enough and excused myself, before my short walk home. Kurt accompanied me, after mentioning that he had also better get home or have to endure the wrath of his wife for the next few days.As we approached my house I offered to make him a cup of coffee to sober him up, prior to his possible ordeal with the wife. He gladly accepted and followed me into my home. As I busied myself with the coffee, Kurt moved close to me and soon had his hand on my shoulder. He observed me closely me for a moment and before I knew what was happening, closed in and started kissing me. The oral onslaught was vigorous but sensual. As our spit mingled I was very turned-on by all the hair from his overgrown moustache. With me firmly held in a bear hug, the sustained assault on my mouth ensued for several minutes.As I would come to know in time, Kurt had no concept of gentle and could best be described as robust in the sexual department. He began thumping his hips into me as he now began licking my entire face, frequently returning to my lips. Encased in his embrace he lifted my body in his beefy arms before moving us toward my bedroom.
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