I think that in the life of every man there have been situations when thoughts and attention, clearly collected and concentrated on one seemingly important subject, shatter into dust at the sight of a beautiful woman who makes you change the course of thoughts and even actions. Suddenly, in an instant, the world turns upside down and spins in a completely different direction. I will talk about what happened to me on my first trip to Paris.
I, frankly, am an ambitious young man, not only dreaming, but also striving to make a career. Work in an economic journal, although it was profitable and even sometimes interesting, did not give me the opportunity to fly my imagination, to use my abilities, but it was well paid and it suited me. The editor-in-chief was pleased with me and I went to the presentation in Paris, and not one of the senior and experienced employees. "You'll love the city and the Parisians will drive you crazy," he told me as he left.
Did I think about the girls, such a jump in my career, I dreamed of becoming the head of the French branch and I was ready for a lot to achieve this.
I will not describe the beauties and charms of Paris, this has long been done before me. I was ready to jump, to conquer the city! Knowing exactly what I want and how to achieve it.
And here is the hotel. 9:20 am. My thoughts are only about the conference at which our magazine is presented. Start at 10:00. Of course, I wanted to come earlier to get acquainted with the situation, sort out the booth, check the exposition, get to know all the participants, have a cup of coffee with them, calm down and prepare for the presentation. The event will take place in the lobby of the 21st floor, which means the elevator! I hate these closed boxes where there is no air, and someone is always breathing in the face. It would be nice if there were fewer people in the booth. I go to the elevator, my hopes go out, there is a whole crowd near the door. Everyone is waiting for the elevator to come down. And here is the signal, such an ordinary, quiet and calm call, which makes it clear that its doors are about to open, and we will all be able to boot.
Since I was standing closer to the doors, they simply carried me into the cabin and pressed me against the back wall of the elevator. Near me, just like a girl turned out to be pressed. I noticed her when I was waiting for the elevator. Pretty. Fresh as a spring flower that captivated me. Wonderful hair flowing over the shoulders, cute nose plump lips, what do I think! I was no longer interested in the magazine, the conference, and to hell with it, with the presentation. My thoughts are about a girl, about a stranger. How I wanted to catch her eyes on me, to make sure that she noticed me, felt me. Her scent caressed my nostrils, she's so close. The elevator is full, packed to capacity. No wonder it is compared to a tin can. But in our bank the lid was already closed.
We were so pressed against each other that it seemed we would soon find ourselves in an embrace. I would say something in her ear, but my French, alas, is so bad that she is unlikely to understand what I mean. Nothing to breathe, I was looking for at least some kind of fresh air. My eyes were moving up and down. Stopping at her, at a stranger, I looked at her, measured her from her legs to her neck and above. In my violent fantasy, I had long ago thrown off her dress and enjoyed her body. As I continued to undress her with my eyes, I noticed that she, too, was looking at me. Our eyes met for a second. The girl didn't seem to care. But I did not stop looking, into her eyes, even peering. I drowned in them. And like a quiet river carried me. And it was so easy and calm.
Here, here he is! That fresh air I was looking for. She is pure and fresh. I would like to inhale it. Breathe it fully. Drink pure water from her hands. It was not the elevator that gave me the state of weightlessness, I felt this state, looking at her, a wonderful stranger. She calmly and kindly looked at my face. Her gaze made me blush, and she could see it. I tried not to look at her so hungry. He removed his gaze from her body. Turning away, I thought of her, and my thoughts aroused me.
I looked at her again and our eyes began to meet more and more often. The feeling that an eternity flies in the elevator. I managed to snuggle even closer to her. I saw that she wanted it herself. I don’t know where this confidence came from, maybe it seemed to me, but I was sure that she also wanted me. Looking into each other's eyes, we were thinking about the same thing, I was clearly aware of this at that moment. We did not notice how the elevator was already descending. Here is the first floor again. The people who were traveling with us leave, and only we remain, the two of us. I automatically press the button for the 21st floor. The door closes and we drive again. Now there are only two of us, no one, but we are still close, at arm's length. Between the 12th and 13th floors, I press the stop button, slowly walk up to her.
Yes to you. You are mine - I know it. I come closer, I run my hand over my cheek, I touch my lips with my fingers. They are so moist and juicy. I see your chest rise and fall with excitement. I hear your heavy, but sweet breathing for me. I stroke my neck with my hand, it is soft and smooth. You are silent, as if realizing that I am a foreigner and still do not understand your words. But we don't need them, our bodies understand each other, they speak the same language.
My arms go down to your chest, wrap around your waist. You breathe harder and harder. Everything inside me boils! Excitement, fear, pleasure, excitement, passion. Everything was mixed up and disappeared, only desire remained. The desire to possess you, the desire to be with you, the desire to caress you. I whisper softly in your ear, "you're beautiful, baby." You are smiling. Maybe I didn’t understand the words, but I caught their meaning exactly. Gently I bite the lobe of the ear and run it over it with the tip of my tongue, descending to the neck. At the same time, my right hand rests on your chest. And I gently touch her. From my caress you close your eyes and open your mouth. Your sweet moan will captivate me even more. Our hearts beat faster and stronger.
I wrap my arms around your waist, inhale your aroma, intoxicating and teasing me, find your lips with my lips, it seemed I had never experienced such pleasure from a kiss. You raise your arms and I feel them wrap around my neck. Stop, my face is right next to your face. Your arms are raised and bent at the elbows. You can't move them, I pressed them with mine to your body. Helpless and so desirable. I see how from the unknown your chest rises high when you breathe and droplets of sweat are noticeable on your body.
Holding your waist, I squat. It can be seen how excited the skin on the chest, legs, tummy. I want to lift your skirt and I do it, I kiss your stomach and caress your navel with my tongue. You can see how he trembles with pleasure. What an interesting design, just one button holds your skirt on, a second and it's gone, only a tiny patch pretends to be panties. The tummy trembles, its muscles contract reflexively. With my tongue, I rise higher to my chest, run the tip of my tongue between my chest, clinging to my bra with my teeth. It's good that the bra opens in front.
I easily tear it off with my teeth and caress my lips with small hard nipples and breasts. They enjoy every touch, their skin is smooth and smells so wonderful, I really want you, seeing and feeling nothing but this. You can no longer control your emotions and sweetly kiss my lips. Our tongues touch each other and this excites even more. We kiss, and with my left hand I pass between your legs, stroking your pussy. Black lace panties are already wet from the desire to be taken. But not so fast. I gently caress the pussy with my hand, kiss you on the neck, you so beautifully threw your head back and a little to the side.
Going lower, I squeeze your chest with my right hand and bite your nipple. He is already hard and stands so excitedly. I squat down again and kiss your belly button, which makes your stomach twitch. I slowly take off my panties, with my hands I stroke your tummy, and with my lips I kiss your pussy. Your hands caress my head. You, then painfully squeeze into a bun, then let go of my hair. With my tongue, I go inside you, gently caress the slit, rise and look into your eyes, which say: "YES-YES ...".
Now you are responding to my caresses by unbuttoning my fly, you take out my penis with your hands and gently squeeze it, play with it, masturbate a little. You squat sharply, and take it with your lips, at first lightly, and then more and more boldly, the tongue connects, how hot and skillful it is. Yes, it's so nice and gentle that I myself can hardly restrain myself so as not to finish. I pick you up from the floor, turn your back to me and tilt. Your hands gripped the elevator railing tightly. I slowly enter you. The pussy is warm and wet. I start moving harder and harder. From passion, your moan turns into a scream, but it is not loud so that no one hears. With my right hand, taking your hair, I move harder and go deeper. Here it is, I'll be done soon. I have time to take out the penis and cum on your ass. Warm sperm streams flowed over you. How wonderful we were!
While I am recovering, you open your purse, take out wet wipes and very quickly put yourself in order. You give me one, you say "arrange se". I would still like to understand what it is, hastily trying to bring myself back to normal, my heart is beating, jumping out, I want to smile and kiss her again, she gave me so much pleasure, but the stranger presses the button, and we continue to rise. The elevator stops, “d? file”, well, yes, I go out and remember the presentation, what time is it!
Everything somehow grows together, on its own, everything is fine and successful, I go out, start talking and then ... Those eyes ... Her eyes ...
They are looking at me… I am talking and I don’t really understand what…
Happens.