On the appointed day, she put on a beautiful peach-colored dress with a light pearl tint, which made her light skin look radiant from the inside, and perfectly set off the wheat-like hair and sea-green eyes. She was very good.
The alumni meeting was held in the beautiful interior of an old manor, which has now become a museum. The atmosphere itself contributed to the sublime and refined mood, and barely stepping over the threshold of the museum, Anna felt at ease.
How many familiar faces! She fluttered from one hug to another: girlfriends, classmates, teachers. Dozens of compliments of her appearance, a few envious glances and whispers, but on the whole everyone was glad to see her. Anna was a vocalist, and gave great hopes, but once left the academic scene and got married, then widowed, and for five years now she tried to get out of depression. This event was its first appearance, the first step towards life.
“You haven't changed at all.” - Someone hugged her from behind. Turning around, Anna saw Anton, the violinist, who studied ten years earlier than herself. He achieved great success, and was a real celebrity, often gave concerts and taught at the conservatory. Anna loved him very much: soft and courteous, refined, sophisticated, he could not leave anyone indifferent. At first, she was even in love with him until she found out that he was gay, and that she had no chance of reciprocity, despite her unearthly charm. Having quickly experienced a little love failure, she agreed to a friendship with him, and did not regret it: he was a sensitive and attentive friend, ready to understand and accept everything she shared with him.
Anton has changed. He still held, entered the category of youthful men, retained a slender body and a straight posture, unlike many others, but his blond hair already gleaming gray in places, and his eyes, all the same sky blue, radiated fatigue.
- How did I miss! - Anna fell to him, and with pleasure inhaled the elegant perfume, emanating in soft waves from the immaculately sitting jacket. Yet gays can be damn attractive.
- To be honest, I came only to see you. I have everything painted. But this evening is ours. Skype is a substitute for real communication.
- Agree.
They had not seen for seven years, although a couple of years ago she accidentally came to his concert, but because of depression she did not dare to go to him. Friends maintained relationships, but this whole modern system of communication through the Internet, devices and gadgets destroyed the real intimacy and alienated people from each other. In addition, Anton was very busy, he had a rich creative public life, and Anna felt that there was very little room left for her in his world.
The evening was wonderful: a lot of music, laughter, conversations, champagne. Everyone played, sang, and then remembered Anna:
- Where is our lens? - she was called so for a clear high voice, which she possessed one from the whole course.
- God, they will make me sing! - she threw a pleading glance at Anton, but her classmate was already pulling her behind her, shouting triumphantly:
- Has found! Lead!
Anna has not sung to the public for a long time. Excited, she was pulling at the gas light scarf in her hands and could not think of what to do. Anton, noticing her confusion, quickly oriented himself and came to her aid: having borrowed a violin from the orchestra, he approached Anna and began to play.
After everything was over and forgotten about Anna, she gratefully squeezed Anton's shoulder and whispered in his ear:
- Thank.
Everyone was distracted by champagne and conversation, and live music was replaced by soundtracks.
- Let's Dance. - Anton suggested.
Agreeing, Anna, who had become a bit tipsy, threw him round his neck. He moved confidently and at the same time smoothly, it seemed, champagne did not take him at all, but Anna continually stumbled over the hem of her long dress.
Noticing this, Anton pulled her closer to him, and tightened his hold on her waist.
After the death of her husband, Anna was not with a man, and Anton’s intimacy excited her. Of course, she had long fallen out of love with him, and she did not see a man in him, but nevertheless he was to them, albeit inaccessible and unattainable. The feeling of male embraces in combination with the intoxicating perfume that emanated from Anton, made Anna remember that she was a young woman. A woman who has not had a relationship with a man for five years.
Deciding not to pretend that excitement stirred in her, she decided to allow herself to enjoy innocent and fleeting moments of intimacy. This is just a dance, nothing more. But it seemed that it was not to her alone that such a decision occurred. Today, Anton was physically close to her as never before, and for the first time it seemed to her that his gaze lingered on her face for too long, and her hands slid to the waist, as if studying, rather than simply supporting her in the dance. And when Anton bowed her head to her neck to say something in her ear, she felt that he was purposely reducing the distance, trying to touch her hair and skin with her lips.
“Oh, nonsense. This champagne hit me in the head, ”Anna decided. She still remembered how she had confessed her feelings many years ago, and read a refusal in a soft, charming smile. He, as if apologizing, just said:
- I'm not who you think. Let's be friends.
From that day on, she never perceived Anton as a man, a potential lover. She could not even imagine that he was the same as everyone else, and that he could have an erection while dancing with her, that he could, like others, gently slide his fingers along her back and breathe sensually in her little ear. Champagne gave her courage, and she said:
- Today I'm not sure you're gay.
Anton smiled gently and seemed a little embarrassed.
“I'm not sure about that today either.”
Not believing her ears, she turned her expectant gaze on him.
- You know about my choice. - He explained. - But, Anya ... I love everything beautiful, I love to enjoy it. And you ... you are beautiful. I look at you as a work of art, I see beauty in you, harmony. I don't want to fuck you, or something like that. Do you understand? I just want to enjoy the art, absorb its beauty and tenderness. You understand me?
Anna understood him. Many years ago, she took the same feeling of aesthetic pleasure for being in love, but then she realized: he was too beautiful, too perfect and beautiful to love him as she loved others. They wanted to enjoy, savor its radiant beauty from the inside.
Nodding, she leaned her head against his chest, trying to hide her excitement.
- Let's run away from here. - He suggested. - Today I just want to be with you. This is the perfect moment. Do you know about the perfect moments?
Of course she knew. These were those rare and long-awaited flashes of inexplicable attraction, full of mysterious and intoxicating charm, which writers often describe in novels, which films are made of, and which happen in every person's life only once, and with subtle hope are all subtle and sensual natures. .
Without saying a word, they quietly slipped across the veranda. Anton caught a taxi and now they were driving together around the city at night in the back seat.
- Where are we going? - Anna asked.
- I do not know. - He admitted.
The perfect moment could not occur in the decorations of his or her apartment, no. They should not have allowed their daily lives to destroy ...
it is an unexpected magic. Remembering a very good and expensive hotel, where Anton often visited foreign colleagues, he called the address for the taxi driver. No matter how trite and went with a woman to the hotel, yet this place was really worthy, and its setting helped to enhance the aesthetic pleasure from the fact that they both anticipated.
Ordering champagne in the room, Anton adjusted the lighting, arranging a soft twilight, in the shade of which a large part of the furniture was buried.
While driving, it seemed to them that embarrassment and embarrassment would not allow them to overstep this unsteady edge, which they had never crossed even in their thoughts. But to his and her surprise, it was very easy. The proximity of each other in such an intimate setting was perceived by both of them as something completely natural, and the waiter barely disappeared, leaving them with champagne, Anton immediately hugged Anna, as if supporting their common decision to cross the line.
- You're beautiful. - He brought his face to her, and lightly touched his lips to her cheeks.
But no one wanted to hurry, both of them loved and knew how to stretch pleasure. Slowly sliding his lips over her skin, he lingered near the corner of her lips, but did not examine them. Having given her the opportunity to feel this touch, he poured champagne and lit it beautifully.
- I did not know that you smoke. - Anna was surprised, admiringly looking at perfectly smooth rings of smoke, which he skillfully produced.
“You didn't know a lot about me.”
Now he seemed tempting to her as never before. Taking off his jacket, he unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and leaned against the back of a chair, stretching one leg over the seat. Anton looked at her intently, and this made her approach him. Carefully taking away his cigarette, Anna quenched it and touched it to his lips with the tips of her fingers.
- Always wanted to do it. - She admitted. He had sensual full lips with a beautiful curvature, which created the appearance of a constant half-smile.
He chose the moment and caught her finger with his lips, which is why a pleasant languor spread over her body.
After a moment, they had already merged in their arms, feeling each other more than ever close.
- Beautiful ... how beautiful you are. I want to see you all, all ...
Anton showered her head, neck, shoulders with soft touches of her lips, making her flutter every time. How sensual he was, how beautiful ...
Slowly and gently, he unzipped the dress of Anna and let the fabric slip to her feet. Covering her eyes, enjoying a wave of weak tickling, Anna was not at all embarrassed by the fact that she appeared before Anton in her underwear.
- I want to see you too. - She admitted.
- Look.
He stepped away from her, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He took off the cufflinks, lowered them on the table. Everything that was happening was caressing Anna’s gaze, she loved well-dressed men, she liked the details, however, like him.
Freed from his shirt, he allowed her to look with a look at his body, which she had never seen before, but had once imagined.
Smooth skin, chiseled relief ... Anton was slim and fit, besides watching himself and keeping fit.
He gave her a hand, and she took a step toward him. With the interest of the discoverer, she slowly and carefully touched the tips of his fingers to his chest and ran along it, at first timidly, but then more confidently, and even touched her nipples several times, which made Anton close her eyes from pleasure.
“How beautiful you are ...” Anna whispered. She could not believe that this perfect body, these sensual lips never belonged to a woman, rejected her and remained inaccessible.
- I want your hair. - Anton ran his fingers into the thick wave of her blond hair, and slowly went down to the ends, from which an electric shudder of unbearable pleasure ran through Anna's body, and she moaned weakly. And he continued, continued to explore them, strand by strand, fingering and caressing, enjoying the silky softness and brilliance. He loved beautiful hair, and all his lovers had enviable head of hair. But Anna's hair was much longer and thicker than all of them, and gave him much more pleasure.
Suddenly, he ran his fingers down her back and lightly, so that she didn’t even feel, unbuttoned her bra. He was strapless and immediately fell down, revealing his chest. Clenching tightly against her, he felt how his breasts gently touch soft, delicate, but elastic nipples. Not wanting to hurry, Anton adjusted to her breathing, and enjoyed the light, barely perceptible slip of her chest over his body.
Without saying a word, they simultaneously looked at each other and finally merged into a full-fledged, tender kiss. With his lips he tried it, giving him the opportunity to study his own lips. Slowly pinching each other with their lips, they felt a little dizzy. Anna surrendered first, and when Anton felt that she was limp and hesitated, led her to the chair and sat down. Standing behind her, he took a glass of champagne and took a small sip. Admiring her from above, from the height of his height, he could see her chest well.
- Give me too. - She asked for a glass. He reached for him, but then changed his mind and took another sip. Leaning to her lips, Anton slowly released champagne from his mouth and Anna, quickly realizing his idea, took a sip, slightly parted her lips.
He did it a few more times, and then he kissed her gently, licking her tongue off the droplets of champagne from her lips.
- Anton ... you're just incredible. Have you ever had a woman?
She could not believe that this was possible. Why was he given such a subtle sensuality with which he could drive more than one woman if he did not use her for the intended purpose? Why these beautiful hands, if they never caressed the female body, why so sensitive lips, if they did not touch the female face?
- So far I have not gone. - He admitted. In his early youth, when he was still looking for himself and did not understand who he was, he tried kisses and even a kind of caress with girls, but something always stopped him and forced him to leave, leaving his partners at a loss. But today he felt he wanted to go to the end.
Anton came out from behind the back of the chair, and unbuckled the belt on his pants. Anna in anticipation followed his movements: here his long fingers felt the tongue of lightning and slowly pulled him down, unbuttoned a button, and then lowered the belt of trousers, from which he went out to meet her.
Beautiful and expensive pants were tightened after the pants.
“Oh dear ...” Anna gasped out. Before her stood the real David, perfect and immaculate, regal and at the same time naturally carrying his carnal beauty. Here is just one difference with the sculpture by Michelangelo Anton still had: his manhood was much more attractive and more. All his groin was smooth, completely devoid of hair, and from this member seemed even larger.
Anton turned out to be much more beautiful and courageous than she could imagine. erotic stories A smooth skin in all places attracted itself and caused an overwhelming desire to touch her.
Anton guessed that he had hit a girlfriend with his data. He did not prepare for this on purpose, it was normal for him to monitor his body and care for it. The sensation of touching soft tissue in the most intimate places was always pleasant for him.
After giving her full enjoyment of her naked look, he came closer and allowed her to do what she had long wished for: bringing her face closer to his stomach, she with pleasure reeled in a vague smell that mixed the scent of perfume and his own body.
- Do not rush. - Anton asked, and gently pulled away.
Kneeling down before her, he gently rubbed his cheek against her legs, and kissed each knee in turn, staring at her eyes.
He allowed his hands to run over her stomach and breasts, gently caressing her nipples, which made her arch out towards pleasure ....
After playing a little with her breasts, he warmed up Anna well, and noticed that her eyes had become deeper and heavier, and her lips parted slightly. Admiring these changes, he briefly stopped in his caresses, considering the new shade of her passion.
She really wanted more frank caresses, touches. She had already guessed that Anton would long torment her, tease and seduce. It was both sweet and painful.
- Come, lie down. - He suggested. Rising, he again appeared to Anna completely, completely, and she barely restrained a moan. Giving him a hand, she obediently went to the side of the bed, anticipating more frank and sweet caresses. Sitting on the bed, she straightened her hair and looked at him, inviting. But he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her friend. How good she was! Femininity itself, soft lines of shoulders, a small, but exciting chest with nipples teasing them, bright waist, and hips fascinating with their bend. She reminded him of a violin, touching which he could extract a huge variety of sounds, causing the instrument to sing and vibrate in his hands.
- If I could draw, I would transfer you to the canvas now. - he admitted.
Sitting on the bed, he bent over her and kissed her lips again. Kissing her this time, he added a little more passion, and penetrated her with her tongue. Anna answered immediately, and having met with tongues, they studied each other a little better.
Without stopping to kiss, Anton found her nipples with her fingers and squeezed him slightly, which caused Anna to instantly swell a wave in her lower abdomen with a sweet spasm.
Gradually, his kisses began to descend below, he covered their entire neck and collarbone with them, and began to draw a path from one breast to another with his lips, lingering on her nipples and briefly wrapping them with his lips, and sometimes teasing with the tip of his tongue. Anna ran her fingers through his thick hair, and whenever his lips found the sweetest place on her chest, she bit her head slightly.
Finally, he descended to his stomach, and now she felt the warmth of his breathing in the most intimate part of her body. He rubbed his cheek against her pubis, right through thin panties, which were already so wet that there was no sense from them.
But Anton was still not in a hurry, and pulled with the most important thing - the release of panties. Slightly removing his head from her thighs, he ran his fingers over the pubis, slightly pulling the fabric of the panties into the fold and then releasing.
Anna spread her legs a little, and he slid a palm between them, feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh. She was eager, and he certainly understood it.
After wandering around her crotch a little more, he began to tickle her slowly and languidly with his fingers, sometimes running over the area of the clitoris, which he immediately wanted to draw from Anna. After playing so little, he finally ran his fingers under the thin gum of her underwear and pulled her panties off in one motion. Now she, too, was completely naked, fully open before him. Wanting to see her again, he sat down at the head of the bed, turning up his leg and letting Anna lay her head on his thigh. She looked from below into his eyes, and he read in them voluptuousness and desire.
She, like him, was completely devoid of hair, everywhere. Her skin glowed, and she also became wet from tender languor. Reaching out to her pubis, he outlined the fold of the labia, and began to study the female body, observing Anna's reaction with curiosity.
He caressed her very slowly, carefully, than just driving her crazy. It seemed to her that his next touch would certainly lead her to orgasm, but lacked quite a bit, and this caress was like sweet torture. He kept her in one small step from discharging, and did not allow her to stop, as if she were deliberately stopping whenever her clitoris began to throb in his fingers.
Anton admired how she shines with his every touch more and more. Anton felt the waves of her pleasure as clearly as if they enveloped him. At some point, he was so carried away, and did not have time to stop. Realizing that she began to finish, he let her enjoy it and jerked her clit several times, and then brought down a sweet tickle on him, from which Anna simply arched herself, standing on the bed. Giving her a breath, he bent and kissed her. Moving, he lay down next to and closely pressed against her with his whole body. Now they felt each other completely, absorbing body heat and feeling the heartbeat.
Feeling his hard cock, Anna languished from the desire to let him inside. But Anton did not seem to be in a hurry with this. Or perhaps he was not going to do this at all? Finding his hand, she gently held down the trunk, stroked the testicles, admiring the softness of his skin.
- Do you want to caress him? - clarified Anton.
She replied with a kiss, and slightly squeezed his cock with her fingers.
Anton moved to his back, and gently dragged Anna to herself, directing her to look at his feet. She quickly understood what he wanted, and, bending down, gave a gentle and easy kiss to his belly. Anton pulled her hips, and she got on all fours, opening up before him all. After enjoying the view of her moist and scorched flesh, he ran his tongue near the entrance to the vagina, and immediately felt her tongue teasing his head. Being arranged under each other, they began to caress. At first, Anna acted as gently and languidly as he was with her, slowly sliding her tongue from the head down the trunk, lightly gripping each testicle with her lips, then she grew bolder, and wrapping her whole member with her lips, brought him to the first moans. He plunged into pleasure, and for a short time left Anna’s fragrant and moist place. She got carried away, and picked up such a pace that Anton did not even have time to pull his penis out of her mouth, and finished right inside. Anna swallowed his seed and gently licked the whole trunk again, going down to the testicles with kisses, giving him an incredible sensual pleasure.
- Come to me. - He asked, catching his breath, and wrapped his arms around her when she lay down next to him. Having met their lips, they kissed again, and Anton felt the taste of his sperm on her tongue. At that moment they felt such intimacy, such germination in each other, more than ever and with no one before. Nobody had to think about how absurd and strange this was. Anna first felt such a complete openness to a man, without the slightest embarrassment, without this even small, but still constraint during the first sex. Everything that happened between them seemed so natural and real. And she wanted to be even closer, she wanted to connect with him in one. Anton kindled such a deep desire in her, she was not fed up with this stinging, sweet orgasm, which he presented to her. I wanted more, stronger.
- I want you. She whispered in his face, and kissed her again.
- Inside? - he specified.
- Yes.
Anton was not ready yet, too little time had passed. He got up and put one foot on the bed, widely behind the other. Anna, without understanding him, sat up and leaned her head against his crotch. Rubbing thick hair against smooth skin, she excited him, and when her lips found his penis, he was already half full of blood. I did not have to wait long, and after a minute Anton hardened playful caresses.
Putting Anna on the stomach, he climbed on her from behind, and with pleasure buried his nose in golden hair. She felt his weight, and trembled in anticipation. Anton began to kiss her neck and shoulders, leaning with one hand on the bed, and the second helping himself to squeeze through Anna's closed thighs. Finally, he found a wet and hot place, and confidently entered. As soon as he was inside, he immediately put his legs under Anna’s ankles, and took them to the castle. She was completely defenseless and could not do anything but take pleasure.
He was slow and cautious, moving so slowly that it just covered her with waves of ecstasy. Each agonizing and extended push of Anton spoke inside her body with incredible lust and injected sweet lust. Sometimes he stopped and slightly pulled her hair back to force her to bend her neck and kiss. Merging with her lips, he again began to slowly push member, and then Anna just fell into pleasure, not having the strength to even moan. It seemed that it would never end, the orgasm was somewhere close, but again Anton did not let him come, as if deliberately torturing her with anticipation.
- Faster Please. - she whispered, unable to stand it.
But Anton, like a sadist, began to move even more slowly, bringing her to a frenzy. And again, as well as for the first time, he led her to an orgasm, in which she fell for so long, and could not fall at all. As soon as he felt that his penis was being compressed by the onslaught of her flesh, he realized that she was about to finish, and gave her what she wanted: building up the tempo, pushed her hard, firmly gripping her neck.
Anna did not remember such pleasure at all if she was ever as good as now with him. Dissolving in the stream of sweet sensations, she could only bite his hand lightly, expressing her pleasure.
Anton was delighted with the fact that the two of them were so good, of her pleasure, which he brought to her. Against this emotional ecstasy, he did not even notice that he had also finished, almost at the same time as her.
This amazing intimacy gave them so much pleasure, and mainly aesthetic, sensual, moral.
When Anna fell asleep, he looked at her for a long time, smoking right in bed, and gently fingered the golden strands of her hair. Dokuhriv, he got dressed and left. Already in the morning, from home, he sent her flowers with a note: “It was our perfect moment. I'm glad I survived it at least once. ”