Sorry for the tongue-tied language, this is the first experience of creativity of this kind.
I would like to share my story, because I have nowhere else to speak out. My name is Lana, I am a university student. I have never been very popular with the opposite sex, although I can not complain about the appearance. This is more likely due to the isolation of the character. But it's not about that now.
The story began last summer, the year I met him. Behind the cat name Vasily was an outstanding personality, a dark soul and a gorgeous body that attracted many girls to him. We quickly became friends, but this relationship did not imply any romance: he changed girls like gloves, but then it didn’t seem to me like a whore, but rather resembled a search. He did not need only sex, he was looking for a girl in whom he would be attracted to both body and soul. Himself having a height of 190 cm, an amazing shoulder width and a thin figure, he chose miniature fragile partners with small breasts and mostly blond hair. But I didn’t fit these requirements in any way: I’m not small - 170 cm, and my chest is a decent size 4, and a mop of red hair did not meet the requirements in any way.
Time passed, we became best friends and often spent time together until another girlfriend appeared. On one of the last days of vacation, we went to the woods on the outskirts of the city to finally enjoy nature. It was the last hot days, the walk dragged on and we did not notice how we got to the lake, located a few kilometers from the city. Deciding to rest before the way back, we sat down on the shore.
I forgot to mention one Vasya feature: his smell. He never smoked or wore perfume, but his sweat had a kind of bewitching smell.
So ... we just didn’t sit on the shore and decided to swim. It is clear that I did not have a swimsuit, and I decided to plunge into my underwear. Left in a simple blue sports bra and the same panties, I flopped into the water with a run, not waiting for Vaska to gather his courage. Taking in more air, I swam under the water and began to emerge, poked the top of my head into something soft and ended up in his arms. The spicy aroma hit my nostrils and it felt like my roof was blown off. "I want him!" - a thought arose in my head and forced out all the others. And he stood up to his shoulders in the water and still held me in his arms, like a little one.
Everything happened like in a dream: I stretched and lightly bit his earlobe with my teeth. I felt his hands let go of me and gently rest on my hips, slightly lift me up; lips wandering down the neck, going down and down ... He carried me ashore and laid me on a spread out camouflage, ran his hand from my chin to my navel and pulled off my panties ... Before he entered, I managed to see a large and incredibly beautiful (if that's the word at all relevant) member. Further on, a wave of sweet sensations pierced me: something large and hot moved gently inside me. He was gentle, realizing that his instrument was great for me; and I felt that a couple of even the most insignificant movements inside and I would finish. A wave of orgasm swept over me when he finally dared to immerse him to its full length: I felt under my back no longer fabric, but grass, his hands firmly held my shoulders. The muscles voluntarily contracted, the body was beaten with ecstasy, but he still did not stop ... Waves of pleasure rolled over one after another and suddenly I felt how he abruptly pulled his penis out of me and began to finish with a groan.
It was our first and only sex. The best sex I've ever had. Vasya and I are still friends, but we agreed to be just friends. Now he is married: his wife is a petite blonde, which he loves.