Seeing him once in one of the summer cafes, I did not immediately pay attention to another cute, in my opinion, attractive face. Slowly sipping the smoke of the hookah, I drifted deeper and deeper from reality, while drinking lazily white wine in a glass on a thin stem in order to more vividly feel the taste of thick smoke. And once again I grabbed the mouthpiece with my lips slightly swollen after a day's rest in the sun to take a deep breath, began to slowly release thick clouds of white smoke, at that moment a young man "with a pretty face" sat down next to me, being in the very center of my air jet .
- Cool, but is it the taste of cappuccino? - he asked.
I paused for a moment and replied:
- Yes.
At this moment, slow music is turned on and the young man gently taking my hand, saying not a word more, offers to dance with him. Having agreed, I left my favorite place with a hookah, and besides, I was already beginning to get bored with the lonely accompaniment of the evening. We slowly swam in a dance, unnoticed by myself, I rather relaxedly hugged his neck, to which he only smiled, showing me his snow-white teeth, and gently grabbed my waist. The whole dance we were silent, enjoying each other and smiling. Suddenly, without waiting for the end of the music, he took my hand and again, without saying a word, led me along.
- Where are we? I asked in surprise.
To which he only replied:
- Do not worry.
I felt uneasy, but I did not resist - I was curious.
We slowly walked along a quiet, almost deserted street about 200 meters. We stopped.
- Do you want me to show you one place? he asked, stopping near a brick house with a painted door.
Without waiting for an answer, he decisively led to the door, for some reason I did not resist. We entered an empty apartment.
- Excuse me, I have a mess here - repairs, - he said.
“Probably,” I said through a puzzled smile.
- Do you want coffee?
“Come on,” I replied, slowly going up to the second floor.
here I really liked the glazed balcony with poison ivy wrapping around almost the entire window. I stepped over here and sat on the windowsill, breathing in the cool air from the open window.
- Like? - asked me a familiar voice from behind, clasping my waist from behind, with strong and gentle hands.
“Very,” she answered, breathing a little more.
- Do you know what I like? he asked, tilting his head slightly to my neck, touching my skin with his lips.
I wanted to turn around and answer, but cool hands had already begun to impudently reach under my silk black dress. He stroked my hips, not ashamed and slowly rising higher, began to caress the triangle of my panties in front, while passionately kissing the back of my neck and even biting it a little from behind. I tried to break free, but the male hands did not let me go, continuing to stroke the triangle in the lower abdomen, they magically began to take possession of me. With a sharp movement, they tore off what they apparently didn’t like so much and one of the playful fingers entered me with force, from which I even screamed.
"Hush," he said in a hoarse voice, and turned me around to face him.
Not letting me speak, he greedily grabbed my lips with his juicy lips, inserting his tongue and caressing my palate, while continuing to slowly insert and withdraw his finger from my already slightly wet vagina, with his other hand he rose to his chest, and began to slowly massage the left nipple, while descending with lips to the nipple, sliding over the skin with the tip of the tongue. After sucking on a nipple, he grabbed my hips and sat me on the windowsill, spreading my legs wide.
Sucking on the skin around the nipple, he stroked the inside of my thighs. I have long ceased to resist my desires, but only now I gave free rein to my hands: putting my palms on the area of his shoulder blades, I tried to squeeze his muscles here, but nothing happened - they were too tense, going down I grabbed his strong ass and it hurt she squeezed from which he grabbed my lower lip and, in my opinion, even slightly bit it, but I liked this feeling of pain and desire and I continued to explore his body, but already moving under the trousers. How strong was my bewilderment when I realized that there were no underwear under the trousers.
Apparently, he understood my condition and therefore smiled, unzipping his trousers. Pants easily flew off his strong legs, and I was able to enjoy the sight of his dignity. Purring with pleasure, I slid my lips to his neck, the aroma of a male body, mixed with the smoke of a recently apparently smoked cigarette, turned my head. I greedily grabbed the male tubercle protruding in front of the neck with my lips and biting it with pleasure began to stroke his manhood, which had long been resting on the inner surface of my thigh. When he turned out to be without a shirt, to be honest, I did not understand and it was not interesting to me.
Spreading my hips a little wider, he entered me with force, from which a groan escaped from me. He moved more and more, trying to feel all my hidden places inside, hidden from the eyes, merging into a kiss, he grabbed me by the thighs hot with excitement and, without leaving me, pressed me against the wall with force. I wrapped my legs around him and we began to move to the beat of each other. Each time he entered me deeper and deeper, from which it became hot all over my body. A drop of sweat, flowing down my bare back, did not have time to go down and merged with the wall, which very conveniently propped me up from behind, and did not let me fall back. I felt a growing heat in the lower abdomen, and a more tense organ inside me, squeezing the muscles of the vagina from a growing orgasm, I felt a jet jerking out of me. A wave of goosebumps passed over his buttocks, and I, exhausted from bliss, plunged my nails into his elastic buttocks. He slowly lowered me to my feet, gently sucking on my upper lip.
- You're so wet. Tired? he asked me smiling, gently holding my hand.
I didn't answer, I just smiled.
We drank a cup of coffee together, talking about nothing, and after exchanging phone numbers, we never saw each other again, although for the first two weeks we corresponded vigorously.