Hello Yana!
My name is Ilya. I decided to write to you after reading your profile on one of the sites:
"Hi. My name is Yana. I'm 20. In this life, I love sex most of all. It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant and bringing together in this life. If you agree with me and love passionate girls who are excited from a half turn, then write .And tell me what and how you want to do with me. It turns me on."
My fantasy immediately worked "to the fullest", because I also consider sex to be the best thing in this life, the most interesting and strong of all possible sensations for a person. And of course, I just love passionate girls! Most of all I like girls who love sex, wind up with a half turn, like you, Yana. In my opinion, it's great when a girl knows what she needs to experience pleasure, knows how to achieve it, considers it natural and is not ashamed of it. Perhaps I will tell you a little secret - such a girl can always be distinguished from others, just one look is enough. Men are subconsciously drawn to these girls, while others can only guess - and what do they find in them?! And although your photo on that site is very tiny, it nevertheless clearly shows - yes, you are exactly that kind of girl!
So, our first meeting... We will meet in a small coffee shop in the city center, immediately and unmistakably recognizing each other from the photographs exchanged online. There will be a lot of people around, but my eyes will instantly stop on you as soon as I enter - and they won’t tear themselves away from you again! You are what I imagined you from the very beginning: a slender, flexible body, long brown hair, a smiling, open face with a bulging forehead, plump lips and such cute dimples on your cheeks. You will be wearing a tight-fitting white turtleneck, which favorably emphasizes a very beautiful, well-shaped chest that does not need support with a bra. Long slender legs and a small, taut ass will be covered with trousers made of black, very thin and pleasant to the touch, matte shiny skin, your favorite, those in which you feel so protected and at the same time seductively open, which touch your body like the second skin, slightly squeezing and at the same time gently caressing its innermost corners, making your eyes glow a little brighter and your lips open a little wider than usual...
You will also like me at first sight: tall, dark-haired, well-built, intelligent. We will drink a cup of fragrant strong coffee and, immediately switching to "you", we will chat a little, so, about nothing special - our eyes will tell each other the main thing. In less than an hour, the chill of distrust of two people who have just met will disappear imperceptibly, and I will get the feeling that we have known each other for at least several years, we just haven’t seen each other for a long time, and a lot of interesting topics have accumulated for conversation. Our hands will move closer and closer to each other on the table, and at some point, while laughing merrily at one of my jokes, you will suddenly touch my hand with your fingers - and as if a magical spark will slip through the suddenly electrified air. We look into each other's eyes - and understand that from now on we will be driven by something more than just a desire to have fun. You will not remove your hand, I will cover it with mine and we will sit like this for a while, plunging deeper and deeper into an unknown and beautiful feeling, the name of which is Love, in its most ancient, true understanding - the desire for the merging of souls and bodies, for possession each other, the desire to give all of yourself and receive in return a hundredfold ...
It will start to get dark, and without saying a word, we will look at the door leading to the exit, and then at each other again. You wink conspiratorially at me, and the next moment we will find ourselves in the warm, cozy interior of my car. My ears will be touched by a sound that fills my heart with an inexpressible thrill, a feeling that no one, not a single person on the entire globe, should be able to understand and share with me, unless, of course, he is in the same mood as I am, for that but a thin, hair-thin wave of sensations - I will hear your leather trousers creak a little, touching the black leather of the seat. And - oh, a miracle! - you will hear it too, and I will see understanding in your eyes, and you will see worship and gratitude in my eyes ... You move your hips a little, settling in the seat more comfortably, or maybe just to please me again to hear this sound - and I, with my hand outstretched, will touch your thigh, and run my fingers up it, and put my whole right palm on it, feeling the smoothness of the skin of your trousers and the warmth of your body under it, feeling how your muscles slightly tightened and relaxed again . And - here it is - you will spread your hips a little, completely imperceptible to a third-party eye, but so obvious to me ... Your eyelids will drop a little, half-closed your eyes, and your lovely lips will open and moisten ... I will clearly see how much it means to you the touch of my hand, still quite innocent - but now it becomes more and more indiscreet, as you move, very slowly and smoothly, my palm up your thigh. Your breathing quickens a little, and your left hand suddenly descends on top of my palm - either helping it in its upward movement, or making a last, timid attempt to stop it. I will start to feel how warmth and tension begin to build up in the bottom of my stomach - of course, my penis will not be able to remain indifferent to the situation! But no, this is not the time or place yet - and I will withdraw my hand, putting it on the gear lever - now we will rush forward, to what awaits us in the near future, without thinking about anything!
Maybe, if you want, we'll stop by a nightclub for a while, and there we'll have a couple of cocktails and a little dance to the rhythmic, loud music that we both love so much. I will move to the beat of this music and admire the rhythmic, uninhibited movements of your body, knowing that everyone around is looking at you with all eyes, and you are looking only at me, and dancing only for me alone ... Then a slow melody will play, and you, hot, slightly damp and so beautiful in the flickering light of the spotlights, will snuggle up to me, throwing your hands on my shoulders, and I will hug your thin waist, and we will slowly rotate in the dance, feeling how our bodies touch and rub one against the other , and from this friction, as from the friction of wood against wood in prehistoric times, a mighty unquenchable fire is born, embracing both of us. My hands will inexorably fall lower and lower, finally reaching the line where the back ends and the buttocks covered with leather begin, and without stopping for a moment, they will continue their way, at the same time stroking you a little and pressing you to me, to the very place where rushing out, already completely ready for battle, my hot shaft! And you, of course, will feel its hardness through the thin skin of your trousers, and, raising your head, look into my eyes, and in your eyes I will see the decision, the very one that I have been waiting for and hoping for since just saw you. You will smile a little, not even at me, but at some secret thought of yours, and suddenly - at the same time you will fall down with your soft lips to mine, and with the bottom of your stomach to mine! Continuing to rotate in the dance, forgetting about the crowd around us, we will begin to rub against each other with our lips, I will feel how your chest is pressed against my chest, I myself will press your soft, smooth ass as hard as I can, and you will help me, stroking my back, shoulders, and then putting her hands on the back of my head and pressing against me herself ... Our lips will open, my tongue will meet yours and they will begin their own dance, playing and teasing each other, then penetrating deep inside, then letting the partner's tongue in... So an eternity will pass - or maybe only a minute - and the music will change the slow rhythm again to a fast one - and we will stand for some time, embracing and cuddling up to each other, forgetting about everything in the world, just feeling warmth, and softness, suppleness and firmness where they should be...
You will be the first to come to your senses, and, tearing yourself away, grab my hand and pull me to the exit of the club. And again - the night, the cozy interior of the car, your trousers creak a little on the leather of the seat - and we rush to my house with all possible speed. You will completely stop being shy of me - however, I don’t think that you were shy of me before. While I'm driving, your left hand will slide along my thigh, making its way to its inner side, and above, where, until recently, I myself sought to reach, traveling along your thigh.
You will act more energetically, you will not have to doubt whether you are doing the right thing - the tense bump between my legs will speak for itself. And here you are already there, lightly sliding your fingers over him, then with an open palm, stroking him over his trousers from top to bottom, to the very crotch. I feel that I'm about to explode, my penis will be so tense from your caresses, your closeness, the smell of your skin. Looking at me with a sly smile, you turn to face me and, helping yourself with your right hand, begin to unbutton the buttons of my fly! A few deft finger movements - and my barrel will break out, tense to the limit and scalding hot. But you will not be afraid to get burned - leaning closer to me, you will touch him with your tender fingers, stroke him with your palms, then, connecting your thumb and middle fingers with a ring around his head, you will begin to move your hand up and down, and I, unable to do it anymore hold back, start moaning from incredible bliss.
Without bringing me literally half a step to the critical point of arousal, you, very accurately guessing the moment, change the rhythm and, running your right hand into my underpants, start stroking and gently squeezing my testicles. The streets around, fortunately, will be deserted at this late hour, and it will be possible not to be afraid that someone will see you and me through the windows of the car, and I will no longer be able to follow the rules of the road - all my attention will be focused on my own sensations. I will move my seat back a little to make you more comfortable, and you, without taking your hands off, lean even lower and touch my cock with your lips, at first only kissing it a little, rubbing your head over your half-open lips, so hot, soft and wet ...
Your eyes will be half-closed, and the growing arousal will begin to erupt in low moans, intensifying and becoming more frequent as you, moving your head up and down, begin to swallow the head of my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. With a deft and gentle tongue, you will lick it from top to bottom, playing with the head and the sensitive triangle of the bridle, making me tremble as if I were being tortured with a sweet electric current, and an unthinkably pleasant sensation will spill from the tip of the penis, over the stomach and legs, filling the whole body and reaching its most remote cells...
The palm of your left hand will still tightly wrap around the member, and the right hand will continue its work in my shorts, massaging, stroking and pinching the testicles and perineum. Turning my head, I can enjoy the magnificent spectacle, seeing how tight, without the slightest wrinkle, the skin of your trousers stretched on your small ass, and how the edge of the small black panties showed out from under them ... I will reach out my right hand and stroke your back, along the spine, and I will stroke and knead this amazing leather ass, at the same time running my hand under the edge of the trousers, where the white strip of your body between the turtleneck and trousers opened up to my eyes. All my senses - touch, sight, hearing, smell - flood my brain with streams of unbearable delight, and in just a few seconds I will not stand it - and a monstrous orgasm will make my body arch, take my breath away, I will freeze for a moment ... and then a powerful stream of sperm will break out and hit your palate, followed by more and more, and you will not take your lips away, but on the contrary, you will begin to work with your head and palms even faster, even more rhythmically, swallowing everything that I give you, as if trying to absorb all of me, without a trace, in itself. A feeling of sweet, complete liberation will descend on me, I will seem to soar into the air, feeling nothing but your gentle, but strong touches, and freeze in exhaustion ...
Then you will raise your head and look into my eyes, and I will see in your eyes the same crazy bliss that you will probably see in mine. Touching your lips to the tip of the member for the last time, as if saying goodbye to him for a while, you will collect with your hand the last drops of sperm released from there, and, leaning back on your seat, put this hand between your legs and begin to caress yourself as you just caressed me, because your desire will not yet be satisfied, like mine, but on the contrary, it will only intensify. You will close your eyes and bite your lips, quickly and rhythmically rubbing your crotch with your right hand, smearing my sperm on the skin of your trousers, making their shine even more noticeable in the dim light of street lamps. Thin leather, tightly fitting the legs and crotch, will not interfere with your sensations, but will only give them additional sharpness. With your left hand, you will knead and stroke your breasts through the light fabric of the turtleneck, then, in one movement, lifting its edge to the chin, you will release them outward, and for the first time I will see them naked, I will see how tensely their small nipples stick out. You will begin to frantically pull them, crushing and twisting them in turn, while continuing to move your right hand even more vigorously between your spread legs. Your breathing will become hoarse and intermittent, strangled groans, coming as if from the very depths of your being, will give out more and more growing excitement, and now, finally, these groans will merge into one drawn-out half-groan, half-shout - this is how the first of your today's orgasms. For a while, you seem to go inside yourself, sitting motionless, closing your eyes, on your lips - a slight smile of pleasure, only your hands will continue to move where they moved - the left strokes the chest, the right is pressed to the crotch, prolonging the sweet sensation that filled your body .
My desire, awakened to life by the spectacle of your orgasm, will make my drooping cock tighten again, engorged with blood. In the meantime, I will bring the car to the entrance of my house, we will jump out, call the elevator and go upstairs. Passion and lust will be so strong that we will begin to undress each other, unable to wait for the right floor. I will lift the edges of your turtleneck and you will help me take it off you by raising your hands. I will admire the beauty of your breasts the first time I see them in the light, and at that time you will hastily unbutton my shirt, tearing off a couple of buttons along the way, and pull it off my shoulders. In this form, half-dressed, flushed with excitement, we burst into my apartment, take off our shoes at the threshold and find ourselves in the bedroom ...
I re-read what was written, and realized that I simply could not continue further - it turns out that writing about it is no less exciting than reading! I'm sorry, I'll go relieve stress, the way I usually do. This time, your image will be in my thoughts, or rather, how I imagine you. If you want, write to me, did you like what I came up with? Did it turn you on? In any case, the main thing will be in the next letter...
To be continued...