Business trip to Kyiv
After a month of preparation, my colleague and I set off on a company assignment to the capital city of Kyiv to participate in an exhibition of industrial equipment and machinery. Kyiv greeted us with sunny May weather. Chestnut trees were blooming on Khreshchatyk. The city was drowning in greenery. After a long period of monotony and gray weekdays, a week-long business trip felt like a breath of freedom after a long imprisonment. Married life and my relationship with my wife gave no cause for optimism. Frequent petty squabbles over trifles had reduced our relationship to a "nightly duty shift."
The hotel had a rather presentable appearance and could confidently claim 3, maybe even 4 stars. Two single
rooms suited us quite well in terms of their appearance. A nice little restaurant on the first floor pleased us with its cuisine. After finishing our work, we went to a local café in the evening for a drink or two. Local musicians played simple tunes. Young people were having fun. Two attractive girls were sitting at the table opposite us. A couple of simple compliments, and soon we were drinking champagne with Yulia and Sveta. Within ten minutes, we were old friends. A pleasant slow composition started playing.— Shall we dance? Taking Yulia by the hand, we headed to the center of the dance floor. Her blonde hair fell smoothly onto her bare shoulders. Attractive, with a well-built figure and a size 3 bust, Yulia clearly stood out from her friend. Gently embracing my partner's waist, we danced slowly, enjoying the music and the warm May evening. The scent of her hair, the touch of her hands, her breath… excited my entire being.
After walking my companion to her building entrance, we parted ways, agreeing to meet the next day at the exhibition. At 32 years old, three days of abstinence were making themselves known. Everything in my groin was tense… Well, the journey is made by the one who walks. By the end of the exhibition day, we were already welcoming guests. On Yulia, a short black skirt tightly hugged her rounded hips and emphasized her long, beautiful legs in high heels. The décolleté of her white blouse with a collar offered a view of the roundness of her girlish breasts and the coveted dark "stream" between them, where a gold pendant on a chain rested. Light makeup and beautifully styled blonde hair emphasized the prettiness of her face. Yulia was no more than 22 years old. A slight shiver ran down my spine, and my groin ached again. What a girl! A whole swarm of wild thoughts raced through my head.
Finishing work and taking our girls by the arm, we split into pairs and went our separate ways.
— You know, Yulia, I'm very hungry. I don't want to have lunch alone at four in the afternoon. I have a proposal — let's have lunch together. The hotel cooks excellently. Yulia tensed up slightly, understanding my intentions. Using all my charm and charisma, I gently embraced Yulia…
— Don't worry about anything, we'll order lunch or maybe dinner to the room. I'll be the epitome of gallantry, you have nothing to fear. Yulia timidly agreed.
The hotel greeted us with cleanliness and shine. The former Soviet-era atmosphere, doormen, and other prison-like attributes were gone.
Ordering meat with pineapples, fruit, and champagne for dinner, we went up to the 8th floor. Yulia walked timidly down the corridor.
— Ah, what legs! Well, you're caught now, my darling. Or maybe I'm caught, I can't even tell anymore. But there's no need to rush things.
Closing the door behind me, I invited my guest into my domain. Dinner was delivered. The cozy hotel setting, champagne, and a good dinner set the mood for a romantic evening. A warm May breeze rushed through the open window. The excellently prepared meat with pineapples was supposed to provide the necessary strength. I wasn't in a hurry to force events, happily savoring every moment of our communication and admiring the beauty of this young girl.
Finishing dinner, Yulia settled into an armchair with a glass of champagne. Her lovely legs and décolleté beckoned. Sitting next to her on the arm of the chair, I gently kissed her lips. Sweet as honey and tender as a flower — girlish lips! They responded to every touch, slowly intensifying and turning into real French kisses. Penetrating with my tongue, I felt the freshness of her excited breath.
Getting up, I took Yulia by the hand, and we moved to the bed. No trace of her previous shyness remained. A luxurious girlish body was confined in these tight clothes. Without stopping the kisses, my hand began slowly, button by button, to unbutton her blouse, revealing the white roundness of her breasts, encased in a lacy, white bra. Yulia breathed deeply, tenderly accepting my caresses. Her hands freed me from my shirt. We undressed each other with pleasure.
Gently lifting the girl, I lay down and moved my partner on top. Two breasts, encased in lace, exuded a delicate scent of body and expensive perfume. Sliding my hand down her back, I unfastened the bra clasp and freed her breasts, this lovely, full-of-life, size 3 girlish bust. They swayed above my face like two ripe fruits. Brown nipples tensed and beckoned. Gently embracing her waist, I began covering her breasts and nipples with kisses. Yulia moaned softly with pleasure. My hands, moving lower, were already unzipping her skirt. Another moment and the skirt with tights were on the floor. The velvety skin of her buttocks responded to the touch of my palms. Only a thin strip of white, lacy panties separated my member from the coveted goal. Yulia's hand had already unbuttoned my trousers.
A moment, and my tense member was free in tender girlish hands. Freeing myself from the remaining clothes, I laid Yulia on her back. Her panties, like a light feather in a breeze, slid off her velvety bottom. A shaved pussy and neatly trimmed pubic mound were incredibly arousing. The luxurious girlish body delighted my eyes and hands. Every touch brought immense pleasure. Yulia moaned languidly, accepting my caresses. My hand gently massaged her lips and clitoris, my fingers penetrating the near reaches of her vagina. My lips greedily kissed the tense nipples of her full breasts. Slightly shuddering, Yulia squeezed her legs, trapping my hand. A soft moan escaped her chest, and my hand was covered with warm moisture. My member was ready to explode from tension.
— Don't stop, Yulia whispered and spread her legs.
Continuing to gently stroke her lips and clitoris, I changed position, finding myself on top, I threw her legs over my shoulders. My member slowly began to penetrate the moist vagina, trying to reach the deepest, most secret depths. Her lips tightly gripped my member, I felt every cell of her body. A little more and my member entered to the hilt, gently pressing against her swollen clitoris. Yulia groaned deeply, and I felt her vagina clench and vibrate. She was coming for the second time. Her hands greedily dug into my buttocks, not allowing even a small movement back. Our bodies were covered in a golden sweat. Exhausted, she relaxed and spread her arms. Without removing my tense member, with renewed strength and tenderness, my hands clung to her breasts, my lips greedily kissed the girl's body.
In time with the kisses, I began to increase the movements. The vagina, wet with juices, enveloped my member. Moans of pleasure escaped our chests. Yulia placed her hand on her pubic mound and began massaging her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand caressed my testicles. From this turn of events, my member became incredibly tense. An atomic explosion, a rocket launch, a thunderclap…, and a stream of sperm gushed into the fertile womb. Yulia's nails dug into my back, and she groaned deeply. We lay motionless for about five minutes, coming to our senses. My entire body was filled with tender languor.
Yulia lay next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and throwing her left leg over my body. Her large, hot breast pressed against my chest, and I could hear her heart beating strongly, while her moist pubic mound pressed tightly against my leg, exuding the hot warmth of her body. Her left hand gently stroked my tired friend. Like a March cat, I enjoyed these touches and closeness with this girl, still almost a stranger to me. Yulia's tender caresses did their work. And soon my member regained its former combat-ready state. My heart rate increased. And at that moment, Yulia took the initiative
into her own hands; seeing how much pleasure I got from caressing her breasts, she slowly assumed the "cowgirl" position and leaned slightly towards me for a kiss.
My member slowly and fully entered the moist womb, my hands grasped her buttocks, and my lips greedily began kissing her breasts. We moved in rhythm, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing the pace. Leaning back slightly, she gave me the opportunity to caress her clitoris and breasts with my hand. Her vagina clenched and vibrated, giving me immense pleasure, unknown until now… Finishing simultaneously with me, Yulia relaxed and sank onto me without getting off my member. A feeling of oneness overwhelmed us. A pleasant scent came from Yulia's hair, and our bodies were sticky and hot. Time flowed slowly and leisurely. I slowly stroked her body.
A strong feeling of hunger snapped me out of my half-drowsy, relaxed state. I was incredibly hungry. The remains of our "feast" were on the table. Getting up, we greedily began finishing the remnants of the luxury. A bar of chocolate and a bottle of champagne two-thirds full completed our dinner.
— Listen, Yulia, shall we take a shower together?
Getting into the bathtub (quite clean and presentable), I turned on the water. Yulia stood nearby, and streams of warm water ran down her body. Leisurely mutual caresses began. Taking the soap, I began soaping Yulia's firm body, massaging every cell and reaching every fold. My hand slipped into her crotch and felt the warmth of her body, which gave her great pleasure. Embracing Yulia's body from behind, I quietly began massaging her breasts under the warm streams of water. My member pressed tightly against her buttocks.
My right hand slid down to her lower abdomen. Yulia raised her right leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, giving my hand full access to her treasure. Her lips and clitoris were in an excited state. It protruded like a small bud in her crotch. With every light touch to it, Yulia shuddered slightly and moaned softly. My middle and index fingers slipped deep into her mound and began slowly massaging the entrance to her vagina, giving the girl pleasure. My left hand squeezed her breast while my lips covered her neck with kisses. Yulia squeezed her legs and groaned deeply. My member had long since assumed a combat-ready position and was ready for action.
— Let's go to the room, to the bed — Yulia suggested.
Turning off the water, I dried her body with a large bath towel. Entering the room, we finished the remaining champagne.
— Now lie down — said Yulia.
I relaxed and leaned back on the pillow. Yulia knelt beside the bed, resting her head on my knee.
— I feel so good! Where have you been all this time?
Her hands affectionately, with light movements, stroked my body, testicles, and member, giving immense pleasure and slight languor with her touches. I gently stroked her blonde hair. My member rose from such caresses. Leaning over it, Yulia gently kissed the head. Like a breath of wind, like the touch of a flower… As if an electric current ran through my entire body. Another moment and Yulia began tenderly kissing my member and softly enveloping it with her lips, gently massaging the base with her hand and stroking my testicles. My member had never seen such a royal blowjob! My brain melted from pleasure like ice in the sun. A haze covered my eyes, and the life-giving energy of sex spread through my veins! With a light movement, I lifted Yulia from the floor and moved her onto the bed. Without letting go of my member, Yulia moved into the 69 position. An immense desire to kiss this tight, clean, and smoothly groomed pussy seized me. Gently spreading her buttocks, I gained access to the coveted flower. Covering her lips and perineum with kisses, my tongue penetrated the coveted recess. From excitement, Yulia began to take my member deeper and faster. My hands alternately caressed Yulia's bottom and breasts. Excitement reached the desired limit. Her vagina filled with life-giving moisture.
— I can't take it anymore, Yulia, I'm going to come — I groaned with my last strength.
To hold on with my last strength — that was my desire. Standing on the floor and leaving my partner on the bed in the "doggy style" position, I inserted my member to the hilt and, incredibly picking up speed, began moving my body. Her pussy was flowing and vibrating, exuding moisture. Yulia moaned softly and moved in time with my movements. Sperm gushed out simultaneously with a sharp thrust; during orgasm, the head enlarged, and her vagina responded with mutual movements. Exhausted, we lay on the bed, holding each other tightly. Something more than just sex was between us. A light May breeze rushed into the room and refreshed our bodies.
A spark of genuine desire and closeness was between us now. A feeling of gratitude and love filled my heart for this girl. In eleven years of married life, I barely remember having sex like this. Daily hustle, petty quarrels, grievances, and mutual insults, the ordinariness of what was happening had killed in us that subtle, barely perceptible desire to possess each other, to enjoy each other, to give ourselves to our partner to the last drop.
Yulia looked at me with wide-open eyes.
— Where have you been all this time, why weren't you by my side then, a year ago? — Yulia repeated, and her eyes filled with tears.
— What happened?
— A year ago, there were three of them. I was returning home alone from work in the evening… Now they are all in prison.
Yes, the twists of fate hit everyone in their own way and in the most vulnerable spot.
— Well, you can't change the past, time heals…
Yulia got up and, approaching the window, smoked for the first time. The sun was hiding behind the horizon, and reddish rays illuminated Yulia's firm, beautiful body. I lay on the bed and quietly admired her. Her legs, full breasts, hair, the contours of her face attracted my attention.
— Let's go for a walk — Yulia suggested.
I agreed, especially since there was no food left, hunger was making itself known, I was thirsty. The energy loss was taking its toll. And the evening was wonderful.
Yulia began to dress quietly. A new white lace bra and panties looked exciting on her body, accentuating her velvety skin. I stood nearby and couldn't take my eyes off the seductive body. My hands involuntarily reached for her body, like a child's hands reaching for candy in a sweetshop. Approaching from behind, I embraced and pressed Yulia to me. She yielded obediently to my caresses. Her nipples showed through the lace of the bra. Leaning slightly, Yulia rested her hands on the table. A moment and my fingers, moving her panties aside, guided my member into her vagina. Yulia obediently accepted all my advances, moaning softly, she helped me finish with movements of her hips. This was the last drop falling from my emptied tanks. This was what I had been missing for many, many months — real, full-fledged sex to the last drop, to exhaustion.
We left the hotel. Evening Kyiv was ablaze with lights. Chestnut trees were blooming, and night moths flew towards the light of the lanterns. Taking my arm, Yulia walked quietly beside me, telling me about her girlfriends, work, and other daily worries and joys. We felt good together, and the entire starry sky and this whole city that evening were only for the two of us. We spent all our evenings together, enjoying communication and intimate closeness with each other. But everything good begins and ends sometime. The time for parting was approaching. That evening, we rode a catamaran on the lake in the recreation park. Yulia rested her head on