This is my first writing experience in the erotic story genre, and therefore please do not judge strictly :))
In addition, everything described here is 100% true! I wrote this story to my girlfriend. In it, I recreated the details of our second in a row on which we had our first sex with her. By the time I post the story on this site, the girl and I have long separated. I thought, do not disappear the same story :))
So...
We agreed to meet. Week of dating and second date. Cozy apartment in the city center - our love nest. We are going up. You're tired, barely move your legs. Hear the key rattle in the keyhole. Once inside, you fall on the sofa. Nothing, I think, let her rest. You sleep, and in the meantime I order rolls. I want to pamper my baby, choose a set where there is no annoying “Philadelphia” and “California”. Order received, waiting. I silently return to the living room. Here she is - my princess. She lies like a Sleeping Beauty and is waiting for her prince to wake her up with a kiss. Sit down next. Your sweet face expresses only calm and serenity. Lean over you, whisper:
- Sleeping beauties decided to wake a kiss.
You only have time to smile. I kiss gently on the forehead, then on the cheek, I kiss your pretty face with kisses. You reciprocate. Our lips meet, then tongues. Hot, intertwined in the mouth. I embrace you. We barely speak, just hug and kiss. Finally, looking up from your lips, I repeat the question asked the day before:
- Will you be my lady heart?
You just smile, do not rush to answer. Are you embarrassed?
I say:
- Take your time, think. We have no hurry ... absolutely.
Weasels continue. I'm going through your red hair, and you are my curls. Kiss for a kiss. And here I propose to go to the kitchen and continue our communication over a cup of hot tea. I show you my dwelling. In the kitchen I open the cabinet and take out two chocolates from there. Not simple, but straight from Finland (before the date I prudently visited the Finnish store). I give you one, I print the second for tea. Doorbell. And here is our courier. I get an order and return to the kitchen. Not sure if you ever eat sushi in such quantities. I teach you to eat with chopsticks. After a hearty dinner, we return to the living room, sit down again on the sofa. Immediately resume hugs and kisses. And then you remember that I promised to show you something. Just in case, I clarify what it is, then I rise from the sofa and take off my shirt. I promised to show my muscles. Nothing special, however, now I stand before you with a naked torso and notice with a hint:
- Now it's your turn. Show me something.
You smile and I'm with you. Sit down next, embrace. You poke my side. Yes, I wring out regularly and a lot, but the press started up slightly. But you're slim. With a laugh you tickle me and I answer the same. Your perky laughter, I'm ready to listen forever. We have fun fooling around. I remember that I can massage and start kneading your shoulders. However, through a tight red jumper this is problematic. I propose to remove it. After some hesitation, you agree. Jumper lies on the back of the sofa. You stay in a thin black turtleneck. Already better for a massage. And yet, the turtleneck here is clearly superfluous. Stretch your shoulders and back. My palms crawl under the turtleneck, stroking your back. Your skin is tender, like silk. After turning around a hot body, my arms go higher and touch your chest. One touch and you jump off the couch with a laugh and run to the hallway. Frankly, I did not expect that you are without a bra. In the hallway, you continue to laugh, and I sit in the half-dark living room (the evening has sneaked up unnoticed) and jokingly urge you to return:
- Madam, well, what are you, go back, do not leave me.
So without waiting, I rise from the couch, coming to you. My princess, she is still laughing. Having added, I suggest to return. And here we are again sitting on the couch. I slowly take off my turtleneck and my chest opens to my eyes. Neat, perfect in size and shape, perfect for my palms. I kiss you on the lips, stroke your chest and again offer to be mine. I feel you are ready for this. I suggest making love. You agree. For further action I propose to move into the bedroom. Naked to the waist princess, you get up, I follow you, hug you from behind. Oh, that laugh, music to my ears. You lie on your back, on a wide bed. I admire you. Then lean and roll alongside.
We lie embracing, carefree and absolutely happy. Our bodies are touching. Lifting up, unbuttoning your jeans and not without difficulty I tighten them. Under the jeans are gray tights. Very quickly they follow the jeans. Violet panties, how lovely. You are lying with your knees up, in some panties, and I am standing beside and admiring. My princess, my treasure. Having noticed that I am still dressed, I take off my jeans, thermo-pants (it is winter outside) and socks. I remain in only shorts. I lie down next to you, our bodies intertwined. I scatter you with kisses, scatter your young tender body. Hair, your lips, neck and chest, nipples and tummy. While I caress your face with my lips, my hand slides down. My fingers crawl under your panties. How hot and humid here. I grope your pussy, I rub my clit with my finger. I hear you start to moan. Panties are clearly superfluous. You lift up your legs, helping to pull off the last piece of clothing and remain completely naked. Your pussy, she is beautiful. Like a flower Sakura. Hot, wet, alluring. I touch her lips, I kiss in the very bosom.
So, perhaps, it is inconvenient to lie on the bedspread. I ask you to get up, quickly pull off the bedspread, open the blanket and put you to bed again. Soft mattress, clean white sheet. Spreading your legs, leaning over the pussy, caress her tongue. The tip of the tongue massaging the clitoris You are moaning. I like the way you moan. I am eager to make you well, to give unearthly pleasure, to make you happy. Gently parted lips, I run my tongue inside, into the very depths, pushing it as deep as possible. Lick pussy, listen to your moans. Spreading lips, tongue stimulates the clitoris. Every time I touch, you shudder and moan louder. I can appease you as long as you like. And I know exactly how to take you to the peak of bliss. After a savory cunnilingus, I wet my two fingers with saliva and run deep into your bosom. I grope a point G, that, treasured. From my one touch to her, your whole body shudders. I start the movement with my fingers, slowly at first, then gradually increase the pace. You moan loudly and twist under my pressure. At the same time you masturbate the clitoris, confusedly, feverishly. Inside, it squishes, oozing grease. You make a loud moan and your legs are shaking. You scream with the last of your strength:
- Enough!
You are covered with an orgasm, a powerful wave passes from head to foot, as if a nuclear bomb exploded inside. Your whole body is beating in ecstasy. The face is buried in a blanket. I lay down next to her, hugging my princess. On your face a blissful smile of happiness. Trying to hide behind a blanket ... to no avail. I kiss you, whisper sweet words and you realize that of all the gentlemen that you have ever had, I am the best, the only one who wants to give you pleasure more than myself. And you long to reciprocate. I hear your whisper:
- Do you want me to make you nice?
- I do not mind. - I answer.
After a while, you rise and crawl down the bed. I feel so excited. My barrel is ready to explode. You slowly pull off my pants and my cock rushes up. I feel the gentle touch of your palm ... then the lips. Unwittingly I issue an exclamation of admiration. Unforgettable emotions. I feel your tongue, your teeth slide along the edge, your hot breath, your ...
throat.
- My princess. - I whisper to you. - My queen.
My dear young lady, you make up-and-down rhythmic movements, caress the head and plunge my trunk even deeper. I run my fingers through your red hair, my hands help my princess to speed up the pace. See how hard you try. My beautiful queen blowjob. However, my friend stubbornly refuses to surrender, maintaining combat readiness.
- If you get tired, you can stop. - I tell you, stroking my hair.
I enjoy the process and the awareness that I am giving pleasure to my lady heart. My own final orgasm is not so important to me. We are lying in an embrace by the light of a chandelier. Our hot bodies are intertwined.
Soon you start rubbing against me with your wet pussy and I understand, you want more. And I'm still on full alert, but first ... ooo, yeah, I run my fingers in your pussy again and stimulate point G. And again you wriggle and moan. This time I don’t bring you to orgasm right away, but I just want to excite you even more. You stretch your palm and gently push my fingers out of your lap. I know what you want. I walk over to the bookcase and remove the condom packaging from it.
“I didn't expect you to be such a man.” - you say with a smile.
Tearing the wrap, removing the condom.
- I now wait.
I go out into the brightly lit hallway, gently pull the latex boot. You are waiting. All is ready. I'm going back to the bedroom. You are exhausted from desire. I join in, slightly raising your slender legs. Excitingly breathe. Touch. You shudder. The head slips inside, behind it a member of almost the entire length. You make a light moan. Inside, everything is hot and wet. Moving slowly, immersed. I make progressive movements. And then the contraceptive misfires. I pull out my unit, I see a break. Nothing, change to a new one. I go back to the hallway. I never thought it would break so easily. This gum loses confidence. After a minute, I return to my dear young lady. I was waiting for the princess. I enter you again. This time, everything is in order. And we have a wild passion. For more stimulation of the G point I enclose the pillows under your ass. Simultaneously with the progressive movements, I squeeze your chest and caress the clitoris with your finger. Our hands are touching. You want to masturbate yourself. Fine. Put your legs on your shoulders. Then I spread both legs over one shoulder, so your pussy narrows even more, envelops my trunk, which is slippery with grease, even more tightly, then spreads my leg back onto my free shoulder. You are moaning. I lean over you and kiss my lips, sweet as ever, moaning with every friction.
- My princess ... Madam ... Milady ...
I tell you compliments, whisper how much I love you.
- Mademoiselle ... my queen ...
And all this time, our eyes are looking at each other, not daring to break eye contact. We seem to look into the soul to each other. In your eyes I see passion, a cauldron of emotions and feel your love. From the stormy head, the pillows slide off to the side and I suggest changing the position. I lay on my back. Now you are on top. sexytales Tireless rider. Sit on me, thirst for a ride on me. The column plunges. You ride like a real cowboy on a horse, and I move towards, clasping you by the hips. Your lips are parted, your face is full of passion. My palms rush upward, resting your chest. Strong, elastic. I get up, hugging you and hugging you. Our sweaty bodies rub against each other. Putting you on your back, I suggest you change your position again. I turn you on the side, I throw your left leg on my shoulder. Not too comfortable.
At the level of primitive instincts, I am seized by a wild desire to change the pose to the most animal and exciting one. I put you on all fours, joining behind. You bend and moan. My queen. I make sharp forward movements, rise, arrange wild races on you, slap on the ass. I am speeding up and I do not notice how much I got carried away ... crumpled you up with my carcass ... here I was too rude ... and hurt you ... you cry ... oh, God! How could I let this happen ?! I lie down with you next, tenderly embrace. You turn to the wall, sobbing. Your crying breaks my heart. I kiss your shoulders and apologize. You keep crying and I repeat again and again, comforting you, whispering sweet words, stroking my back and feeling the sediment in my soul. Finally, the crying gradually stops and you whisper with a smile:
- And still you are very cute.
From the shoulders like a mountain collapsed. From the heart fell stone. I joyfully hug you, I cover the whole body with kisses. Hot tender body. We lie for a long time, hugging. You kiss me on the neck. And time, meanwhile, later. Soon it's time to go home. We reluctantly begin to dress. I look at the clock, then I admire you. Slim princess in purple panties pleases the eye. Come, hug you from behind, squeeze the chest. And you laugh the purest sincere laugh. I do not want to part with you, I want to spend the whole night with you. Having dressed, we return to the kitchen, where we are waiting for half-eaten sushi. After dinner, we no longer linger. We dress in outerwear. I take out a thousand-ruble banknote from my pocket:
- This is for you, for snacks.
You gratefully accept the gift. The flick of a switch and the corridor plunges into darkness. Rattle key in the keyhole. We go down to meet the coolness of the night and new adventures. Ahead of us is waiting for a night walk through the deserted streets of the city. How quiet it is here at night. We walk side by side in a cheerful, confident step and say almost nothing. Seeing you home, finally kissing me on the lips and saying that I love you.