Oh, this philosophy of mine...
Why have I never had such a collection of your photos before? It's considered normal to look at just the beautiful bodies of unfamiliar men, but here, right under my nose, is such a handsome guy and... — this thought spun in my head while viewing the considerable archive of your photos that had formed in my phone in a short time... "How am I supposed to communicate now... After such an 'introduction' :)" — seeing how attentively the guy opposite was looking at me, I remembered that smiling without a reason in public transport is not customary in our country.
I put the phone in my pocket and began to look at him openly and provocatively, knowing that in just a minute he would forget to even think about looking
in my direction, embarrassedly peering out the window... Just as I thought. "And yet... Where to begin?... I never thought about this before, but now I'm completely at a loss, silly girl... Okay, come what may"! The bus stopped at the stop at my request, and as we were approaching, I saw you. As always :) I love looking at you... You are neat, you exude calmness and masculinity... Not a hot-headed young man with a saber drawn, but measured, steady, experienced, attentive...I get off, pay, walk up to you, hug you around the neck, and you pull out a small snow-white rose from inside your jacket. — so unexpected :), thank you, what's this all of a sudden? :)— I take your arm and set the pace for the walk. — I felt like it, couldn't deny myself, — you parry. It's warm, autumn-like, of course, but warm. The sun is still high, but from the red, sun-kissed treetops, it's clear that in another hour it will be dark. Wanting to make an impression on you :), I'm in a long black coat, with neatly styled hair, in a dress. We harmonize :), you're in dark blue jeans and a black jacket zipped up to the top. We go for a walk... Just walking... Like a long, long time ago... I remembered all our walks... , why all of a sudden, it seemed...
And the beautiful doll for my birthday... I always liked you so much, but you were in the shadows... But if you wanted... , — and... — Are we just going to be silent? What, in the last three hundred years we haven't seen each other, nothing interesting happened to you? — Tha-a-a-ank God, you tore me away from my thoughts :)... — Well, how can I put it, considering not a day has passed without us texting :) you know better than me about everything that's happened to me :)! — I smile, looking at you. — Let's get drunk?! — you say, laughing, tugging my hand. — Just not vodka, but otherwise, sir, I like the way you think :)! — We head to the "little cork shop". Buying 2 bottles of red sparkling wine, some sweets and fruit, it was decided to head to the hill :). (Really, where else? :) We called a taxi, "popping" both bottles even before it arrived :)..
Hmm, I hope no one sees me drinking shampoo from the bottle, clinking bottles :)! A terrible dissonance between appearance and behavior, which makes my mood a hundred percent! — Listen, maybe we should at least take a blanket, where are we going to sit 'civilized' in such a state? — I'm mentally figuring out how to civilize the evening without getting too dirty, nature after all... — No problem, we'll stop by my place on the way! So, about an hour and a half later, with a stop at another store and at your place for a blanket, we find ourselves at the very top of the "love" hill. It's already dark and only the light of ship lanterns and some streetlights along the road below dilute the thick darkness. You're saying something about one of the guys we both know... , and I'm listening to you, but not hearing...
How much sparkling wine is in me?!... I've lost count, but is there any need to count :).. I take another swig from the bottle, and the bubbles of the still sharp sparkling wine go up my nose :) It's ticklish and unpleasant and funny :) I burst out laughing, falling onto my back on the blanket spread beneath us :), I look at the starry sky and want nothing more. Not for tomorrow to come, not for words, not for deeds... I shudder sharply from the sensation of a warm touch on my thigh... , I raise my eyes and see you, sitting next to me, hugging your knees with one arm and resting your head on them, slowly running your hand along my shamelessly exposed leg... From my sensations, I understand that the hem of my dress is probably long under me, and not in its proper place... To avoid completely wrinkling my coat, I prop myself up on my elbows, pulling it off... You take it from me, fold it, and put it aside...
All this in complete silence, and words aren't needed... , everything is extremely eloquent... I place my hand on top of yours and continue your movement a little more confidently. Without taking my eyes off you, I move a little closer to you. Enough so that you, without changing position, can comfortably continue... Feeling the warmth under your fingers, I instinctively move towards you, slightly raising my butt... Ugh, if it weren't for the annoying nylon separating me from you :(... I get on my knees, lifting the dress hem to my waist, gesture for you to straighten your legs, and sit on top. You take me by the butt with both hands, sharply pulling me towards you... Your lips... Clearly defined, full, sensual... So close... I dive in. I kiss you long and sweetly, first your lower, then your upper, — lips... You reciprocate. Infinitely tender, affectionate... I want to dissolve in you... Simultaneously, your hands stroke my back, my butt... I feel your aroused member pressing against the denim fabric...
I feel the thin strip of my thong being sharply pushed aside and the next moment my whole body is pierced by a current when your fingers settle between my wet, hot lips... — Had enough fun? — you growl, taking me by the waist with one hand, and, without removing the other from my crotch, carefully lift me off you, laying me on my back beside you... In the light of the not-full moon, its shadows emphasizing the regular features of your face, you look unreal... Your fingers slide over my aching girl, giving me a sea of pleasure... I move my butt, trying to match the rhythm of your movements, and you, laughing, deliberately change the rhythm. Leaning towards me, you take my head in your free hand, and, lifting it slightly, kiss my lips authoritatively, simultaneously inserting a couple of fingers into my depths... I arch and cry out, but you only press my lips more firmly to yours, not stopping the intricate dance of our tongues...
I moan softly, wrapping my arms around your back... — Unbutton my jeans, — you break away from my lips for a second. My hands don't obey, all sensations are concentrated in the space between my legs boldly claimed by you... Rrrreeeemmm... , God, it's so hot... Unzipping your fly, I slip my hand under your jeans and now it's your turn to go crazy from sweet sensations. Lightly biting your tongue, seizing a second, I lick the palm of my right hand and return it to you inside your jeans. Running my moist palm in a circular motion over the swollen head of your member, I get a deserved languid sigh from you. Placing my thumb under the head, I slowly and carefully stroke the bundle of nerve endings, causing your already tense member to swell even more, the network of veins encircling it making it incredibly defined... You gasp for air, and somewhat incoherently drop: — Take it in your mouth. That's all I was waiting for...
It's a shame to part with your fingers, of course, but I want it immeasurably more... Stroking it and feeling its velvety texture and definition, it was impossible not to imagine how sensitively it would respond to the soft touches of a relaxed, wet tongue... I slide down under you, simultaneously helping you lower your jeans. Oh my God... — Finally, your overexcited member appears in all its glory... , and in the dim night light you look like a Greek statue (with one positive difference :))) At the mere sight of it, I nervously swallow, taking it at the base and squeezing lightly. (Porno stories) Demonstratively and slowly, I lick my lips, the next moment they gently envelop your member. You lean on one hand on the blanket lying on the ground, with the other you gently stroke my head, run your fingers through my hair... How sweet it is... With the tip of my tongue, I touch the very top of the head, lick off a drop of pre-cum... , after which I take it into my mouth all the way to the base, gently stroking it with my tongue.
I hear your breathing, now quickening in time with my movements, now slowing... I purr with pleasure, sweetly sucking the head and stroking your tense balls... I slightly speed up the pace, slipping one hand between my own legs... I begin to caress myself, stroking my pussy... — Give it to me, — you rise up, adjusting your jeans, but your stubbornly protruding member no longer fits in them. I climb higher, so that my sweet girl is in front of you. — Lick it, — I spread my legs and feel a light breeze pleasantly cooling the fire between them. You lean down and gently and carefully touch my girl with your lips. A shiver runs through my whole body and I let out moan after moan, unable to hold back my emotions.