Ecstasy of Love

This story is dedicated to the best girl

The rights for reprinting and distribution belong to the author.

Preface

I took a sip of hot, aromatic coffee and nodded to the waiter patiently awaiting his verdict. This procedure repeats every time I order my morning cup of coffee in this cafe. At first, I was very surprised by it, but then I got used to it. They brew the most delicious coffee in this entire small town. They know it, and yet they always wait for an approving nod. After that, the waiter silently disappears, ready to appear at the first signal.

I took another sip, lowered the cup onto the table, reaching

my hand towards the bowl with my favorite "Bonjouason" candies, and my gaze stopped on a new visitor.

The girl was of Asian descent, with almond-shaped eyes, a beautiful, straight nose, and a slender figure. The click of her heels sounded on the stone floor as she headed towards one of the free tables. I followed her with my eyes, admiring the slender, as if sculpted figure, her hips tightly hugged by a leather skirt. Her unrestrained breasts swayed slightly under her blouse with every step.

She knew the impression she made on those around her; sitting on the chair, she gracefully tossed her head, her black hair shaking, flowing like a black wave. She glanced around the cafe, meeting my gaze for a moment. At the same time, she smiled. Between her bright red lips, dazzlingly white teeth flashed. Her smile, the structure of her face, those laughing eyes dove into me, deeply. + Dove, and surfaced again, bringing to the surface of memory another face... other eyes... another meeting...

Part One.

Five years before this...

 — "You were magnificent as never before today, dear," I say with a smile and sink a kiss into his lips, simultaneously feeling his member tremble finely inside me, gradually shrinking and trying to slip out.

 — "A temporary pause, I can skip it, but can you?" — I whisper right into his ear, squeezing his member with my vaginal muscles.

 — "Ooo, no. Give me a little rest. You've squeezed me out like a lemon," — Dietmar exclaims, embracing me with his arms and turning over... pressing me with his body onto the bed.

And at that moment, the dreary beeping of the alarm clock sounds. We simultaneously turn our heads... 6 o'clock...

 — "Sorry, dear, we'll have to postpone the next round for another time," — I sigh.

 — "Time to get up."

... The Moonlight Sonata filled the car's interior with sound, green fields flashed outside the window. My foot smoothly presses the gas pedal, the speedometer needle climbs upward. Full of pleasant sensations and memories, I smiled happily, recalling the past night. Suddenly, the car's engine coughed a couple of times and... stalled. Cursing, I turn the steering wheel and pull over onto the emergency lane.

"What a nuisance, I might even be late for my shift" — I think, opening the car door. I walk around it, and kicking the wheel in frustration, take out my phone and call the towing service.

"Why did this have to happen today? Such a wonderful night, a pleasant morning, and now..." I lean on the car hood and wistfully watch as cars rush past on the autobahn at breakneck speed. Although I think I'm wrong... Here, one car turns on its signal, pulls over, and stops behind me. The door swings open, and a woman's leg in an elegant pump steps onto the asphalt, then its owner appears. A charming face with a mass of black hair, eyes hidden behind dark glasses, a straight, thin nose, slightly full lips. Sharp cheekbones betray her Asian origin.

 — "I'm driving and see a completely upset girl. I think, let me stop, offer help," — she says in a voice as clear as a silver bell, removing her glasses with one hand.

Her dark eyes look at me, her lips smile.

 — "Truly, I don't understand anything about cars..."

I gaze spellbound at her slender figure with a thin waist. Under the dazzlingly white blouse, a high, small breast is discernible, a dark blue skirt hugs her beautifully shaped hips like a glove, long legs with smooth, dark-colored skin.

"Damn, what a fool! Staring..." — flashes through my head, and I quickly avert my gaze:

 — "Hi. Yeah, my wheels broke down. They should be here soon to pick it up."

 — "Do you mind if I stand nearby? I don't smoke in the car, and I'll keep you company. My name is Nadya."

 — "Natasha. A pleasant offer," — I say, and feel my lips spreading into a smile on their own.

She was a pleasant conversationalist, and I didn't even notice right away when help arrived.

 — "Well, now they'll load your car. If you want, I can give you a ride to the city."

 — "Thank you, I'd be very grateful."

The remaining 10 km flew by in conversation and laughter. When parting, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to have lunch together.

For the next two days, my hand kept reaching to dial her number and hear her voice again. But something held me back.

The phone ringing tore me away from the TV on Saturday. Without looking, I press the button and hear her voice:

 — "Hi. Haven't forgotten me?"

Everything inside me trembled at her voice.

 — "How could I forget such a pleasant conversationalist."

 — "Then, if you don't mind, I invite you for a glass of wine at my place. Mine left for the weekend, and I'm lonely." Words of agreement flew out of me far too hastily. And so I stand before her door, thoughts galloping in my head like a horse at full gallop.

"God, what am I doing? We met once, and just because she called, I'm already rushing to her at full speed"

And suddenly a thought pierces me:

"Yes, I want her! Want her so much that everything tightens in my stomach. I wonder how she feels about women? Maybe it's not too late to turn around and run from here..."

But my hand is already reaching for the doorbell and presses the button.

"Too late... there's no turning back..."

The door opens immediately. She stands in the doorway.

 — "And I've been watching you and wondering, will she ring or not?" — she says with a smile.

Her voice snaps me out of my stupor. A foolish smile appears on its own:

 — "Hi Nadya. And I brought a cake here," — I say out of place.

 — "Come in, that's exactly what I was missing."

At the doorway to the room, I stop so abruptly that she doesn't have time to stop and bumps into me. I feel the fleeting touch of her firm breast against my back.

 — "Why did you stop?"

 — "It's gorgeous here," — I say, looking around the room, decorated in a modern style. My eyes run over the white leather sofas, the dark-gray fluffy carpet, and stop at the set table with two unlit candles.

 — "Give me the cake, and come in, don't be shy."

 — "Give me a couple of minutes," — I hear her voice and shudder again from the beauty of its lilt.

 — "Choose music to your taste."

 — "Can I help?" — I ask.

 — "No, I'll be quick. Choose some music to your taste for now+"

A small pause, and she finishes the phrase:

sunshine.

This word pierces me like red-hot iron.

"Could it be that she too..."

My hands go through the compact discs, and I'm surprised at how similar our tastes are: Beethoven, Wagner, Pink Floyd...

 — "Moonlight Sonata," — I read. I pull out the disc and turn it on.

Music fills the room.

 — "And here I am."

Her voice makes me shudder again, I turn around. She stands a couple of meters away from me, holding glasses and a bottle of wine in her hands.

 — "Have you tried Californian?"

 — "No," — I mumbled in a faltering voice, admiring her.

 — "It really gets you drunk quickly. But the taste is divine. Let's go to the table."

She turns sharply, and I can't take my eyes off her tightly jean-clad butt.

My legs obediently carry me after her, I sit on the chair she pulled out.

The wine was indeed delightful. The less there was in the bottle, the brighter the candle flames flickered in her eyes, the more my head spun. Voices became louder, laughter more frequent, and desire grew stronger. In the lower abdomen, the pulsation intensified. It kept growing, trembling inside, tightening into a tight spring.

 — "How do you feel about dancing," — she suddenly asked.

 — "I love it,"

 — "One second," — she smiles, gets up, and walks quickly towards the stereo system.

An enchanting, slow, unfamiliar melody, and her playful voice makes me blush:

 — "Will the lady allow me to invite her for a dance?"

 — "You may, milord," — I answer laughing, and extend my hand to her.

Hot... Too hot a hand touches mine and pulls. The other embraces my waist and pulls me close. I feel the heat of her body even through our clothes, her breast presses firmly against mine. I feel so calm, cozy. I lower my head onto her shoulder and hear the rapid beating of her heart. And when her hair touches my cheek, it's as if I'm lowered into boiling oil, instantly arousing me to the limit. And her lips... I felt the soft, uncertain touch of her lips on my neck. It was as if I was lowered into molten lava, and that lava began to devour me, quickly descending downward, now it reached the bottom of my abdomen, making it tighten, throwing me into a shiver, and ran down in a swift stream, moistening my crotch, spreading down my legs to my ankles, and back up again, escaping me as a quiet moan. I pressed closer to her body, merging with it into one whole, my hands slide down her back, pulling her blouse out of her jeans, slide over the hot skin under her pants' waistband, pressing her hips against me even tighter, and enjoying the gentle touch of her lips to my hair, shoulder... The pleasant languor that enveloped me suddenly turns into a furious fever. My hand moves along her thigh forward, finds the button of her jeans, and quickly unfastens it, dives down along her silky skin. Fingers touch plump lips, and I feel her arousal, her wetness, fingers part her flesh and touch the sensitive bud, pressing on it slightly. And then she quickly pulls away from me, I raise my head expecting to see displeasure or uncertainty in her eyes, but I see only desire+ Desire, and passion-clouded eyes in them. I look at them in bewilderment, and see them change. Now playful sparks appear in them, a smile on her lips, and a quiet question:

 — "Tell me, do you like striptease?"

At first, it doesn't even register what she's saying, and then I suddenly answer in a voice hoarse with excitement:

 — "I like it, why?"

Her laughter makes me blush. She grabs my hand, pulls me towards the sofa.

 — "Sit here then, and wait. I'll be quick."

The seductive figure disappears into another room, and after a few minutes reappears. She has already managed to take off her jeans, put on a short skirt and black nylon stockings. In her hands, I see a tripod and a camera.

 — "I have an idea," — she says, setting up the equipment in the corner of the room.

She twirls to the music, I watch spellbound as her body bends, passion on her face. The blouse slips from her shoulders, and my eyes, without looking away, watch her beautiful breasts, with dark-brown nipples and small areolas around them. Then she makes a movement imperceptible to my eyes, the skirt slides down her legs, she helps with her hips and hands. My mouth instantly goes dry. Besides the stockings, she had nothing on. The smoothly shaved crotch left no secrets. Slightly parted, moist labia, divided by a long slit, and the clitoris peeking out.

Deliberately slowly, as if teasing me, taking small steps, she heads towards me, and with her approach, the air around me becomes hot, my breathing quickens. Now she's a step away from me and+ does a pirouette. Her buttocks flash before my eyes, and she quickly drops to her knees in front of me. Her eyes look into mine, I see a question, a plea in them. Her hands land on my shoulders, push...

Her eyes don't leave mine, her hands slide over my stomach, my T-shirt gets in her way, and she pulls it up, baring my stomach and forcefully sinks a kiss into my breast, I cry out, whether from pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of these two feelings, and finally lose my mind. Her lips are so tender, her warm breath on my skin excites me, her tongue caresses my hardened nipples. Hands hurriedly unbutton my jeans, along with my panties, pull them down, kisses follow them. Hot breath burns my clitoris. She doesn't touch it, moves lower. Jeans fly aside. Hands run over my thighs, stroke their inner surface, rise higher. Lightly like a butterfly touch the crotch, pause for a moment and. Rise higher, squeeze my breasts, thumbs caressing the nipples, and again her lips sink into a nipple. Everything in my groin burns, aches, but she seems to want to torment me longer, doesn't even touch my crotch once.

 — "Please, I can't take it anymore. Take me..." — escapes from me, a quiet half-whisper, half-sigh, and I reach my hands down, trying to touch her breast. She quickly intercepts my hands, puts them behind my head, joins them, and holds them with one hand, and with the other hand finally touches the blazing mound, gently, barely touching runs a finger over it, first on one side of the lips, then the other, touches the clitoris, and with a barely perceptible pressure caresses it, and suddenly runs a sharp fingernail over it.

I shudder, my body arches upward, and I hear a cry+ my cry of pleasure, I open my eyes wide and see her eyes, which are staring intently, penetrating straight into my soul.