Friend from the site...
So, I was 18 years old. I've always been a modest girl, I only had one relationship that lasted about a year, and that's when I lost my virginity at 18. After we broke up, the desire for a man was unreal, but with whom? I'll repeat, I'm modest and shy, so I didn't dare start new relationships, and definitely not with someone "while drunk." But I had an acquaintance...
A few months after the breakup, I decided to register on a dating site and met a man 15 years older... Vadim. A handsome, well-educated man, divorced. There was no talk of starting any kind of relationship with him, we just talked.
We became friends. We often called each other. We were from the same city, but meeting up was never discussed either. And we talked like that for several months. We talked about everything, and later the topic started to turn to sex. Once I told him about my desires, and he told me about his, we discussed it, forgot about it. And gradually it became more and more frequent, until one moment he drank and aroused me with his conversations. He called me in the middle of the night, we were talking and he started talking about his attraction to me and how he would like to, quote: "try me on for taste"... Already not sober, he apologized, but didn't take back his words. To be honest, he also attracted me insanely and sometimes I fantasized about his hands, lips, and cock... but those were just fantasies.One summer evening, he called me and finally suggested we meet. Just to chat. Without thinking, I agreed, and since I lived alone — I invited him over. He arrived an hour later with a cake and a bottle of champagne. This was our first meeting and in person he was no less handsome than in photos. I was shy, but tried not to show it. We're friends, so I behaved with him like a friend. Honestly, he was also in a humorous mood and tried to lighten the atmosphere with jokes. We drank, talked like we had recently talked on the phone, then he ran out for a second bottle, but this time wine, and when deep night fell, we also started more intimate topics with him. I told him about the relationship I was in, and he told me about his ex-wife.
-Listen, Vadim, I'm curious. Am I your only friend like this?
-In what sense?
-I mean age.
-Young?
-Yes.
Vadim laughed, asking "and am I the only old one you have?" and I laughed in response.
-Yes, the only one. And the only one I want so badly
-In what sense?
-Well, literally. To try on for taste, what, did you forget?
We laughed again. I really thought it was a joke and didn't pay it any mind. But Vadim continued:
-Honestly, Ksyu, if you'd let me stay.
-To spend the night?
-Yeah.
-Um... if you don't want to drive, of course.
-Ksyusha. — he answered firmly. — I mean "try on for taste."
I think I turned pale at that moment.
-I didn't plan for that...- I answered quietly.
-Honestly, I came here with different intentions too.
His hand landed on my bare knee and moved a little higher to the edge of my shorts. I felt a strong tremor and held my breath.
-You like it when I touch you. You wanted this, right? — Vadim asked and I didn't answer.
He moved his hand to my neck and slowly descended to my chest, lightly touching my nipples through my t-shirt. — You like it, Ksyush. You want me to continue, don't you?
I felt myself getting wet. I stared into emptiness and tried not to show any emotion, but my breathing clearly intensified.
Vadim exhaled heavily, then took his hands off me and stood up from the couch.
-Where are you going?
-I just want to turn off the light.
-Why?
-I know it will make you feel calmer.
Vadim turned off the light and only the lamp's glow remained in the room. I was already watching him. He returned to his spot, just a little closer to me, started stroking my hair, his fingers touching my face and descending to my chest.
I looked at him and he leaned in to kiss me. Slowly and carefully. Our lips merged in a kiss and at the same moment he took me by the hips and pulled me towards him, so I fell onto my back and ended up lying down. His lips began to caress my neck, and his hands were already caressing my chest under my top, lightly teasing my nipple.
-you want me to do this, don't you, Ksyush? — he whispered quietly to me and I closed my eyes. — Give yourself to me. Let go of your thoughts. — he said and I exhaled sharply. I really wanted this. He lifted my top and his tongue began to trace circles on my nipples. I opened my mouth slightly.
-Ksyusha, I want to hear you. Let your emotions out.
I remained silent again, and his hands were already pulling down my shorts along with my panties. I suddenly clenched my legs, not letting his hand go there.. he stroked my thighs with his hands, trying to spread my legs a little, but I wouldn't let him.
Then he traced a path of kisses down my stomach and on the next attempt to spread my legs, said "I trust you, and you — trust me. Don't be afraid."
I loosened my grip a little and he managed to get between my legs. His fingers slid between my labia and I clenched again. It was very wet there and I felt embarrassed.
-I want to give you what you've wanted for so long. Express yourself. Come on. It's okay now! Don't be afraid of anything, I won't do anything bad!
I exhaled heavily and relaxed. His lips slid kisses along my inner thighs and then buried themselves between my lips.. I opened my mouth slightly and let out a quiet moan. His tongue caressed my clit, and I just clenched from the intense sensitivity and the embarrassment that remained… he wasn't letting me escape anymore. He buried himself in me harder with each of my attempts to lift up, and I started moaning. Pulling away for a moment, his fingers entered me at an unusual angle and I felt a strange pressure inside… he inserted his fingers into me extremely carefully and gently, and continued to caress me with his tongue. With his fingers he sped up and I felt an irresistible desire to scream from this pleasure. His movements inside me became rougher and faster, and his tongue alternated with sucking. I felt a wild desire to come, but then I was completely burned and shaken. He pulled out his fingers, but continued licking. It was a squirt, followed by the strongest orgasm. After a couple of seconds, he lifted himself up and without a word took off all his clothes.
-Turn over.
-What? — I asked through heavy breathing, looking at his huge cock.
He didn't answer, just pulled me by the hand and then, taking me by the waist, turned me into doggy style. The head of his cock touched my pussy, and his hand wrapped around me and his fingers again landed on my wet clit. I arched from pleasure and he slowly entered me. I cried out. His cock was extremely wide for me and I felt unreal pleasure. He slowly fucked me and caressed my clit, then grabbed my hair and, pulling me slightly towards him, entered me completely. I cried out louder, and he started making strong thrusts, then fucking at a faster speed. Very quickly the pace picked up speed, what they call "pounding," and I screamed and felt the desire to come. And again… again a squirt. And he continued. Continued to fuck me. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out his cock and a hot stream sprayed onto my back. I just managed to catch my breath when his fingers entered me again and extremely quickly brought me to another squirt…