Cartoon
Once I needed to buy a kettle, a simple electric kettle. And, as usual, I went to a household appliances store for it, one of those retail giants. While looking around there for what I needed, a salesgirl approached me with the standard phrase, "Can I help you?" I usually brush them off immediately because I don't need their help and only call them when I'm already buying. But this time, I simply didn't have time to do that, and the reason was that this girl tensed up all over, started trembling, and what's more, she closed her eyes and began breathing heavily. And I even
thought I heard a moan, and if I understand anything about them, it was that very moan.The girl was being overwhelmed more and more strongly. I even got a little scared, which made me run up to her and start asking nervously if everything was okay. But there was no answer, so I touched her shoulder, and at that moment she moaned even louder and slumped to the floor. At that moment, another salesgirl came over to us and helped the first one up and took her somewhere. When I asked if she was okay, the second girl replied that she was fine. But when they had already moved a little away, I heard from her a barely audible "Too good." She wasn't saying it to me, of course, I just overheard it.
That day, I never bought that cursed kettle, so I had to go back to the store. And I chose the same store again, firstly, it's simply closer, and secondly, I was intrigued by that salesgirl. So this time, I was looking for her more than the kettle, but I didn't find her, though I did buy the kettle.
Amidst my affairs and worries, I completely forgot about that incident. But about a couple of months later, I visited that store again, this time to choose a gift for my boss, and from the entire work team. Again, one of the salespeople pestered me, but this time I gave him the brush-off and he went to another customer. After wandering around for about an hour, I found what I was looking for, namely the latest model iPhone. The boss had a very old phone, so we in the team discussed and pooled money for the latest iPhone, so it would at least match his position.
And as always in such cases, I called the salesperson myself, like, ring it up and wrap it, and don't forget a bow, it's a gift for the beloved boss after all)). That same girl came over, but this time she was fine. While she went to get the iPhone, while she showed it to me, while I was ringing up the purchase (an expensive one, by the way)) all that time I was looking at her. And I'll tell you, she's an ordinary girl, well, beautiful of course, but nothing out of the ordinary. Which made it even more interesting what had happened that time.
Not finding an answer, I left the store. By the way, on the way home I had to stop at another shop to make the gift festive. I just forgot about the gift wrapping with all that looking and pondering.
A week later, I had to visit that store again, though I didn't really want to. The thing is, my laptop had kicked the bucket, and in the literal sense of the phrase. I managed to drop a full basin of water on my beloved laptop myself. The cursed threshold just happened to be under my foot that very day, and the laptop died a heroic death shielding the documents underneath it.
And to be honest, to hell with those documents, and to hell with that laptop, but I desperately needed it for work. And since this one could maybe be fixed, but definitely not today, I had to trudge to the store for a replacement. It was evening, but it should still have been open. And it was indeed open, but there was only about half an hour until closing. I flew in like a bullet and practically ran from one end to the other. But all the laptops on display were weak, and I needed a powerful machine for work.
Plus, the necessary software wasn't available here. In a mild panic, I ran up to one of the girls working there. And while trying to explain to her what I needed, I understood that she didn't understand me. Which only made me try harder to clarify what I was looking for. The girl still didn't understand me, moreover, she was completely flustered by my pressure.
Another store employee came to her aid, that is, a female employee. erotic stories And it was her, but right now I wasn't too concerned about that, I was seriously panicking. There were no other stores nearby where I could buy everything I needed, and those that were far away would also close soon.
Pulling myself together as best I could, I laid it all out to her too, and upon hearing a fairly clear answer that none of that was currently in stock, everything collapsed for me. And only remnants of pride kept me from shedding a tear right there and then. And probably the fact that I stood before her with a defeated face and eyes slightly red from barely held-back tears prompted the girl to ask why I needed all this. Still in a rotten mood, I told her I needed the computer and software for work, and needed them today, now.
Her next phrase surprised me, very much so. She said she could help me, but not by selling it, but by letting me use her computer at home since she had everything there. I of course agreed, especially since I had no other options. After that, the girl asked me to wait for her outside, at the main entrance. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, only about half an hour.
And some changes immediately caught my eye: first, her makeup was a bit brighter; second, she had let her hair down. And since it's summer now, though not the hottest, and even rainy in places, she was dressed for the weather. A light floral dress with thin straps, knee-length. And on top, a small beige jacket. And beige sandals with a low heel.
Actually, she looked good before too, but now it was clearly significantly better. So I went with her, to her place. And we were seen off by the envious looks of her male colleagues and the surprised looks of her female colleagues. By the way, she lived in the same building as me, only my entrance was the first, and hers the fifth. And the floor was the same as mine, even the apartment number matched.
I immediately remembered that annoying Soviet film they show every New Year, every single New Year.
When we entered her apartment, it seemed to me that we had entered my place. But after a couple of seconds, the feeling passed, and many small and not-so-small differences became noticeable. After taking off our shoes, she led me to her bedroom; that's where her computer was, and I must say, a powerful machine, at least by the looks of it. I immediately got down to business, after all, that's why I was here. And as usual, work began in earnest; all the necessary programs were there, the computer turned out to be up to par and even better, the desktop wasn't cluttered with junk. In short, everything for work.
While I was immersed in work, the hostess managed to change into home clothes and even bring me strong tea. And as I subconsciously noticed, she sat down next to me and watched as I fiercely tried to make up for lost time. Amidst all this fuss, I still asked her name. She said her name was Alina, but actually, everyone calls her Lina. And she suggested I do the same.
During the few hours I was tapping on the keyboard, we got talking. It turns out she's a student and works part-time at that store; her own uncle got her the job and looks out for her. And she's studying to be a programmer, and in the future wants to work on animation with large volumes of graphics, hence the power of her computer and the appropriate programs. That's exactly why Lina is interested in how I work. Another hour passed like that, towards the end of which I asked a question that had been brewing for a long time. A question that had been unanswered since our first meeting.
I asked what happened to her during our first meeting, when she started behaving rather strangely. After that, an agonizing silence hung in the air. I was the first to break, and trying to fix it somehow, said she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to. But that seemed to work differently, and Lina answered that
After asking a few more leading and clarifying questions, I learned that three years ago she was in an accident and since then some strange things happen to her, similar to what I had the honor of observing. While finding all this out, I finished my work, and after saving everything to a flash drive, I was about to leave. But I noticed that Lina was acting strange, and approaching her, I was about to ask what was wrong when she suddenly stood up and pressed her lips to mine. At first, I was stunned, but quickly came to my senses and began responding to her kiss. Besides, Lina was good at it.
Kissing her, I pressed her lips harder to mine, holding her head with both hands. But at some point, I moved my right hand down to her butt and pulled her tightly to me. And it was at that very moment that Lina's knees buckled, and she began sliding down me. I couldn't hold her, not because I didn't try or lacked strength, but because she was trembling all over and slipping from my hands. All I could do was prevent her from falling.
Lina was sitting on the carpet at my feet, hugging them a little. I also sat down and saw a haze in her eyes, a blissful haze. So I simply sat down next to Lina and hugged her, waiting for her to come to her senses, which happened quite quickly. Her gaze cleared, and she looked into my eyes with surprise. And not seeing what she feared in them, she smiled. I kissed her, then picked her up in my arms (Now she sat well in my arms, unlike a few minutes ago) and carried her to the bed.
Before joining her, I quickly took off all my clothes, literally scattering them around the room. After that, I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Lina, resuming our kisses. While our lips were busy, I untied the belt on her robe. When I slipped my hand under it, I didn't find what I expected. There was no underwear, none at all, and it seemed there hadn't been from the start. But that quickly took a back seat when her breast fell into my eager hands. And just one touch from me was enough for Lina to tremble all over again, and her consciousness began to swim.
But this time, I didn't wait for her to recover; I moved from her lips to her breast. Caressing one of them, I latched onto her nipple, just like in childhood. Though my motives now were clearly not childish. Sucking on her large nipple and kneading her breast, I brought Lina to another state of clouded consciousness. And it seemed to me she hadn't even recovered from the previous one. Kneading that sizable mound and sucking on its peak, I let my free hand roam over her body, exploring it.
When in my explorations my hand came across her pussy, a very, very wet pussy, just one touch to this flower was enough for Lina's next orgasm. So after playing with her breast a little more, I decided to move there. Settling comfortably between her legs, I descended upon that rosebud.
Caressing the petals of this rosebud, I enjoyed her juices, abundantly covering everything around. Though the taste was somewhat bland, it was quite pleasant. But what I especially liked was that literally any caress or movement of mine could become a peak for Lina.
Lina was fucking her mouth with my tool, enjoying every moment of this game. And it brought her not only spiritual delight, but her body shuddered in convulsions of pleasure. Her eyes kept rolling back as her throat trembled, bringing me a sea of pleasure. It would have continued like that, but during another one of her orgasms, I couldn't hold back either, starting to spill into the deepest parts of her throat.
But even after that, Lina wasn't in a hurry to release the wilting member. On the contrary, she caressed it with redoubled force, running her playful tongue all over its surface, and her hands playing with my balls. Such care quickly restored my shaft to its former fighting power. And to Lina's slight disappointment, I left her cozy mouth.
She felt so good that a whole puddle of her juices formed beneath us. Though the bed under us coped with the flow and successfully absorbed this moisture, but a fact is a fact. Quite a lot of time passed in this dance of bodies and moans, thanks to my endurance and some useful knowledge and skills. But even my endurance has its limits. And literally a moment before my explosion, I managed to leave Lina's so hospitable hole, inserting it between her tightly crossed legs. After that, a powerful stream gushed onto her belly, thoroughly drenching it, a few drops even reached her breasts.
Having emptied my reservoirs, I lay down next to Lina, slightly exhausted, while she was still blissing out. Lina spent a long time stroking her drenched belly, rubbing or rather massaging my seed into herself, sometimes licking her soiled fingers. All this time, I just watched her, how she did it and how much she enjoyed it all.
Afterwards, we repeated it several more times; Lina received a sea of orgasms, a couple of times she even lost consciousness from the excess of pleasure. Only by morning did we calm down. Because of which we both went to our jobs tired but extremely satisfied.
Since then, I was a frequent visitor to her store, and mostly the reason for such visits was her, and usually it was right before closing. After that, we would go either to my place or hers. And for the first couple of hours, or even more, we indulged in passion; the rest of the time we just fooled around or I taught her my craft.
By the way, later she told me what was wrong with her; after that unfortunate accident, one interesting change happened to her body. Somehow it happened that now her genitals are always in an aroused state; to be precise, there is a constant excess blood flow to them, which causes this to happen.
No, she's certainly any guy's dream, because pleasing her is a piece of cake, and you can enjoy yourself for an unlimited time. But Lina wants it always, and I'm not joking, always, plus she is extremely insatiable. Because of this, guys don't stay with her for long; they simply can't withstand such sexual loads.
And at her work, everyone has long been used to her having certain mishaps. Orgasms for Lina are a quite ordinary and very frequent occurrence, which is why she trained herself to do it as quietly and inconspicuously as possible. Although sometimes it happens like what I had the honor of observing, too intense to hold back!
We dated for a long time, a couple of years probably, after which we parted amicably. By the way, her next partner wasn't a guy; Lina switched to girls))
For those who doubt the truthfulness, I assure you, such girls exist, though in Lina's case, it's an acquired peculiarity, not congenital!