Unattainable dreams

I want to share an episode from my life that personally arouses me very much, and I feel like sharing my "erotic" memories.

At 25, I changed jobs (moved to another region of Russia where I hadn't lived before), getting a job at a commercial bank. In the same department I ended up in was the daughter of the branch manager. Her name was Olga. She was still a fifth-year student and looked like a complete girl. She wasn't a beauty: short, with large breasts, narrow hips — not my type, but her soft voice, feminine mannerisms, and furrowed brows evoked a desire to "pity" her like a cute

kitten or a little girl. At first glance, just an angel! But her "wandering," and sometimes too clever, eyes gave away her sexuality, if not more; such a gaze is characteristic of beautiful porn stars who know their worth but are ready for anything for a thrill.

I flirted with her, but she kept her distance — she had a boyfriend named Vadik. As I later found out, she first got married at 18, but soon dumped him, and after that, she had two more "official" boyfriends who were even hired at the bank, and when Olya "cooled off," they were fired. Vadik was the next candidate for husband. He picked her up from work every day at her call. I noticed she completely controlled him, treating him slightly better than her mother's driver, whose duty also included driving her and running errands. When I learned about her domineering and stubborn character, I came to hate her. She was used to a luxurious life and didn't want to work at all; she loved giving "orders" in a soft but insistent voice, fully aware that no one dared disobey her.

Nevertheless, for some reason, I really wanted to fuck her — this spoiled princess. AND SHE KNEW it. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood — she could come very close (and she dressed very provocatively in short minis, with her navel bare, or tight jeans and high heels) while smiling (as if saying, "I know how much you want me — here I am"), stretching, and shooting glances, provoking a wild desire to throw her on the desk and spread her beautiful slender legs. But then she would instantly turn cold, and when she saw me looking at a pretty blonde from the credit department, she became simply unbearable.

One time, a client approached Olga; from their conversation, I understood they were classmates, and she needed to pay her institute tuition. At that moment, Olga was busy and directed her to me. When she approached — I just went into a coma — I had never met such a beautiful girl. She wasn't just my type — she was flawless. A green-eyed brunette with a sculpted figure and the face of a goddess! With trembling hands, I filled out the data, and my inflamed brain feverishly tried to remember not only her name (Elena) but also her home phone number, which she provided in the payment application. Before leaving, she smiled at Olga so beautifully that my heart forever imprinted that image, but my colleague didn't even deign to smile back, just warily watched me as I filed the application for the day. To my joke — could she introduce me to this beauty — she responded with complete ignorance. That same evening, I called Lena, even though I understood I had no chance; such dolls are toys for the rich and powerful of this world, especially since she was dressed very tastefully and expensively. To my surprise, she agreed to go to a cafe with me the next evening. How happy I was!!!

But during dinner, I realized I had rejoiced too soon. Elena was absolutely not interested in me, and after asking about Olga and learning that she had nothing to do with this meeting, she made it clear she needed to go home and, without ceremony, remarked that I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

But a miracle happened — a group entered the cafe, and among them was the pretty blonde from the credit department. She greeted me and gave my companion a studying look. Lena also glanced back at her and suddenly asked with interest:

— What's that girl's name?

— Vika, — I said barely audibly.

— Order me some champagne, — Lena looked into my eyes, and a sly smile played on her face.

I understood that today was my day! Vika drank a bottle in half an hour (I was drinking cognac), and we ordered another one, which we finished together. At the next table where Vika was sitting, they were drinking vodka, and Vika too... Soon everyone was drunk, especially Vika; she often looked our way, especially when dancing. Then we went for a slow dance, and when returning from the "dance floor," I spoke to Vika walking nearby, and she accompanied us to our table. I introduced them and asked who she was with. Vika said they were relatives and that they would be leaving home soon. Unexpectedly, Lena suggested joining us, and: I couldn't believe it — Vika agreed! Two girls of my sexual dreams at one table with me — it was something out of fantasy. Lena, without waiting for her acquaintances to leave, moved to our table, and we continued drinking, ordering another bottle of champagne. The girls acted as if they had known each other for a hundred years and chatted animatedly, though I didn't hear much and didn't understand a lot, but I was needed as a connecting link. The cafe closed just as we were about to dance, but now the three of us! I suggested continuing the acquaintance at my place, and everyone joyfully agreed.

In the taxi, we all sat in the back seat. Lena was on the left, and Vika on the right. They half-lay on me to exchange words. The scent of perfume, the tickle of their hair, the sight of plump, brightly painted lips slightly parted in a sweet smile, revealing pearly white teeth, drunkenly sparkling crazy eyes, the feeling of my left hand which had landed on Lena's right leg — set me up for dancing smoothly transitioning into a show and sex.

So we ended up at my place; fortunately, I lived alone in a one-room apartment at the time. And things didn't go quite as I wanted. No one planned to dance or put on a show. The girls were apparently tired. They inspected my den, then Vika asked for a blanket (apparently she was cold), and Lena put the kettle on. We drank tea and looked at my photos, then Lena examined my bookshelf and stopped at the shelf with movies. She was interested in the film "Caligula" and suggested watching it. Vika protested, saying it would take too long, and it was already late, and she wanted to sleep. And then Lena and I became allies, persuading her to stay (moreover, I insisted they stay the night). Vika agreed, but on the condition that she would sleep separately, I would give her a towel and a T-shirt.

Vika went to the bathroom first. Lena and I prepared the bed in the meantime. Vika was to sleep on the sofa bed, Lena on the daybed, and I on the floor. When we unfolded the daybed, Lena noticed that three could fit on it and agreed to my company, but "without violations."

Vika was taking a long time, and Lena, knocking, asked to join her. The door opened, laughter was heard, and the sound of the door latch clicking shut. Can you imagine my state? My cock stood up like a post. I started listening for sounds, but besides the sound of water from the tap, I heard nothing. About thirty minutes passed, I couldn't stand it and went to the door. Knocked.

Laughter rang out. Feigned moans from Vika were heard, then laughter again. The door opened. Lena was in just the T-shirt I gave Vika and panties, and Vika was in my terry robe. Lenka slipped onto the daybed and dived under the blanket, but I had time to properly appreciate her slender legs and round butt. I also managed to notice Vika's "bust," but she smiled understandingly and wrapped the robe tighter, but there was a "drunken" haze in her eyes.

— So, shall we watch the movie?

I turned on the film. The film was historical-pornographic with quite attractive women from the 70s. When a scene of two Roman women having sex appeared on screen — Vika got up and went to the kitchen. Lena continued watching, hugging her knees to herself.

I quietly followed Vika.

Vika was looking out the window, leaning on the windowsill with her elbows. For some reason, I understood it was possible. She was aroused by Lena's presence in the other room, the setting of the open window, and finally, the erotic film.

I placed my hands on her hips. Vika, without turning her head, arched her back, and her butt pressed into my cock. I leaned on her, slipping my hands under her robe. She looked back — there was a smile on her lips. I grew bolder — my hands squeezed her soft, small breasts, and my lips captured her earlobe. Vika suddenly turned around; I stepped back a little — she looked into my eyes, then hugged me and "sank" her soft lips into mine. I opened her robe and squeezed her firm, velvety butt. A suppressed cry of joy came from her throat — she threw her legs over my hips, and I sat her on the windowsill. We merged in a long kiss. I explored her mouth with my tongue, ran it over her teeth, sucked her nimble tongue, captured her lips with mine, kissed her neck, took her chin in my mouth.

— You kiss so amazingly! — my blonde exhaled and started licking me like a kitten, and when her tongue plunged into my ear, I just went crazy and almost came.

I moved down to her belly and started kissing her navel, which had a piercing and a tattoo just above her pubic area, then moved to the inner parts of her slightly plump thighs (I adore those). I started pulling down her panties — I was hit by a wave of pleasant feminine scent; following the panties, a tampax string came out too: I was confused, but Vika's deft hands started unbuttoning my shirt. We started kissing again, and it was so insanely pleasant that I cast aside all doubts; throwing my shirt on the floor, I unzipped my fly and lowered my jeans. Vika grabbed my hair and pulled me to her pussy; I knelt and started kissing her slit. She was all wet, and although I didn't insert my tongue into her vagina, my whole face was covered in her secretions. Vika laughed suppressedly. I stood up, and my cock pressed against her pubic mound. I didn't get in right away (it wasn't very convenient; I was slightly above the windowsill), and this caused new bursts of laughter. We tried not to make noise, because Lena was in the other room, but this caused new fits of laughter when any sounds like "plop" or "smack" were heard.

Finally, I was fully inside, and Vika stopped smiling.

— You're so big!

After three thrusts, I realized I wouldn't last long.

— I have a condom in my pocket.

— Put it on, — Vika smiled again.

I can't stand rubber, and while I was putting it on, my cock went limp, under Vika's barely restrained laughter. I looked at her — it was a very beautiful picture. Flawless feminine features in the gloom, spread legs, and a lustful gaze fixed on my "hero." Could it be I won't fuck this filly?

I tried to enter her again. But the limp cock and awkward position did their job; my cock slipped out of her pussy and didn't want to go back in. I placed a chair in the middle of the room and moved her onto it. Removing the condom, I stood opposite her face, directing my weapon to her lips. Vika licked the head a couple of times, and suddenly her face contorted as if she had eaten mustard.

— What happened? — I got scared. Maybe the "smell" of an unwashed body, I thought.

— What was that taste on the condom? — Vika whined tearfully, sticking out her tongue.

In the dark, I fumbled for the condom packet and, approaching the window, read: "for anal with anesthetic."

Then we couldn't hold back our laughter and burst out laughing. I threw on my shirt, and Lena stuffed her panties into her robe pocket, and we went to the living room.

The film was already nearing its end. Vika lay down in her armchair, and I settled on the free side of the daybed. Lena was sitting, and her legs were sticking out from under the blanket, and her panties were visible; it seemed to me she sat so erotically on purpose so all her charms were visible to us.

When the film ended, we started chatting in the dark — absolutely no desire to sleep. Unexpectedly, the conversation turned to Olga and the fact that Lena was her classmate. Apparently, this topic didn't interest Vika, and she fell asleep. I was simply burning with arousal and, moving closer to Lena, said that I had asked Olga to introduce me to her.

— And what did she say? — Lena turned to me and raised her head.

— Nothing.

Lenka laughed.

— Nothing surprising.

— Why? — I successfully lowered my hand, landing on Lena's knee.

— Because she's a lesbian! — Lena said quite loudly, removing my hand from her leg.

— But she has a boyfriend?!

— Silly, — Lena turned onto her back and stretched, — she goes to clubs every weekend and fucks all the guys; sometimes three guys fuck her at once, but what excites her most is the opportunity to subjugate girls, pretty girls.

— Are you a lesbian too? — I asked, trying to speak quietly so as not to wake Vika.

— Fool, — she stuck out her left leg and stroked it, — I only love myself, and therefore I need money, expensive cars, fashionable clothes, and Olyechka gives me all that. First, she started dating Marina, our red-haired bitch, but then I came between them. Olya is simply crazy about me. Only I am allowed near her Vadik. Do you know what Olya loves most?

For Vadik to come in her mouth, and for her to spit it onto my tongue, and then Vadik kisses me, and she watches and comes!

— So, just money? — I asked.

— Yes, — Lena answered and turned away, — sorry, let's sleep now.

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and when I woke up, I saw that Lena was already dressed and putting on dark lipstick, and Vika was still sitting in the armchair, wrapped in a blanket.

— Well, that's it, I'm off, — Lena said, seeing I was awake, — bye everyone! Vika, it was nice meeting you; hope to see you soon. Lena approached Vika and tugged the blanket, exposing the blonde to the waist.

— You fool, — Vika shouted with a smile on her face, — wait, come here.

Lena threw a furtive glance at me and approached the seated Vika, who made no attempt to cover up. Then, as in slow motion: Lenochka leans down, black lips opposite Vika's slightly open mouth. It was a short kiss, but I had never seen a sexier sight. A striking brunette in a mini over a half-naked blonde; I had experienced firsthand what Vika's tongue was capable of, and at that moment, it was in the mouth of this Nefertiti.