My real ex
It was a warm Friday evening in July, thoughts of the upcoming weekend pleasantly warmed me. That day, having stayed late at the office, I was thinking about the upcoming party my friends had planned. Its preparation had cost them considerable effort, and I couldn't refuse the invitation, although I'm not really a fan of such events; honestly, I'd rather lounge at home with a book.
After calling to say I'd be there in about 30 minutes, I locked my office and headed to the elevator. Pressing the button for the underground garage, I stood there, scrutinizing myself in the mirror mounted opposite.
A girl of short stature, slender, with gray-blue
eyes fringed with long lashes, hair black as a raven's wing, framing my face in soft waves. A white, strict blouse clinging like a second skin, a short skirt covering my slender legs. Taking out bright red lipstick, I outlined my lips.
"Looking good, you devil," I said, winking at my reflection and making a face, then stepped out of the elevator with a smile.
The underground garage greeted me with a cool and somewhat ominous silence; I always felt a bit uneasy here. There weren't many cars, which made sense—on the last workday, everyone tries to escape from the office as early as possible.
The click of my heels echoed loudly off the concrete floor, bouncing off the walls as I walked to my car. Approaching it, I started rummaging through my purse, looking for the keys I was always losing. In a woman's purse, even the smallest one, you can lose anything, and you can stuff anything in there too, it seems to me.
"Where are those damn keys, they've vanished completely," I started cursing.
Engrossed in my search, I didn't hear the quiet, approaching footsteps. Someone's strong hands grabbed me, a sharp smell of medicine, and a complete plunge into darkness. Waking up, I didn't understand where I was; there was a blindfold over my eyes, my hands tied above my head. Horror seized me; thoughts that some maniac had kidnapped me for torture, or someone like Hannibal Lecter, to prepare a special dish, brought me to a state of paralysis. Hearing footsteps, I tried to scream, but at that same moment, a palm firmly covered my mouth.
"Shh, don't be afraid, it's me," a whisper sounded.
Wow, it's my ex, whom I broke up with just a month ago. A wave of emotions overwhelmed me: joy at hearing his voice, which I missed terribly; rage that he even dared to do something like this and scared me so much; relief from realizing I wasn't in the hands of some sadist.
His hands began to slide over my body, and only then did I realize I was completely naked.
"I can't forget you, you're stuck in my head, driving me crazy, I want to possess you," his hot whisper enveloped me; my body treacherously ignited at his touches and words. His thirst always surprised me; he could never get enough of me.
"Let me go," I whispered.
In response, his lips covered mine; a hot, deep kiss made my whole body tremble. His hands caressed my breasts, pinching my nipples until they became so sensitive that I began to arch towards his palms again and again. Fear dissolved, giving way to desire; adrenaline in my blood was off the charts.
Descending with kisses down my neck, my chest, he took my nipple into his mouth. I couldn't breathe or think, only feel the movements of his tongue on my breast. How I wanted to bury my hands in his hair, grab his head, and press him harder against me. My helplessness, being completely in his power, aroused me even more. His bold kisses quickly covered my stomach, moving lower and lower. Strong hands spread my legs, and his lips pressed against my bud, opening it; my body arched; his tongue slid, caressed, teased, penetrating me. How did he know when to press harder, when to pause? I didn't understand. My body no longer belonged to me; it was the body of a wanton woman desiring a man, specifically this man.
"Please," I pleaded.
And then he stood up and walked around me, leaving me bewildered, aching with desire. I couldn't see anything but heard his movements.
"You know how much I love to look at you, open your mouth."
He slowly began to rub his cock against my lips. Parting my lips, I greedily caught his cock with my mouth, wrapping my lips around it, running my tongue over the head, feeling him grow harder and harder. How solid he was, like steel, and yet so tender, pulsating. His hands stroked my hair, my breast, squeezing and caressing it. It seemed the very air around us was charged to the limit. I was dripping wet, so hot inside, I was dying to feel the power my lips were caressing inside me.
He gently pulls my lips away, lifts my hips, my legs wrap around him, and he enters me strongly, powerfully, deeply in one thrust, pressing against me, sliding into the tight, satiny depths, feeling the flesh tremble, stretching my hole. He doesn't even try to hold back; the movements and pace keep increasing, coiling us into a spiral of pleasure with every thrust. Driving me to the heights, I cry out with each penetration.
"That's it, girl, just a little more," a maddening whisper.
And then a wave of orgasm washes over me; my body shudders; a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. He freezes, catching the last echoes of the body trembling beneath him. (Porn stories) Two powerful thrusts, and his semen burns inside my pulsating flesh. The release is so intense that even he can't suppress a hoarse groan.
I don't know how long we lay like that, maybe a minute, maybe an eternity; time had stopped. Lying down beside me, he gently removes the blindfold from my eyes, unties my hands, massaging my wrists.
"Hi," he smiles a satisfied smile.
"Hi, I need to make a call."
"It's fine, they know you're with me. The party was just a diversion. Your car is downstairs, don't worry."
"You involved my friends to arrange all this?" Extreme astonishment was reflected in my voice.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't agree to meet," he grumbled in an offended tone.
And now what? A silent, anxious question froze in my eyes as I looked at him.
"Rest, we'll figure everything out tomorrow," he said, as if reading my thoughts, and kissed my forehead.
For the first time in such a long month, which had seemed like an eternity without him, I fell asleep with a smile on my face in his arms, relaxed, satisfied, and incredibly happy.
The next day brought us something completely different from what we both expected, but that's a whole other story...