Unwanted Encounter
The taxi was taking Anna to the city center for a buffet reception celebrating the opening of another underground artist's exhibition. A nasty November rain was falling, cold, with a disgusting sleet. The evening promised to be extremely boring, but one of Anna's friends had managed to persuade her to come, pressing on the most sacred thing: she still hadn't worn out her most glamorous dress.
The taxi stopped opposite the main entrance to a luxurious 19th-century mansion (where the exhibition and reception were actually taking place). She paid and entered the building, showing her invitation at the entrance. Inside, it was very bright, and the atmosphere of some kind of celebration began to envelop the girl. Anna found
the cloakroom, handed over her coat, and approached a huge mirror. A glamorous black dress, consisting of an unbuttoning bodice and a tulle circle skirt (with a black mini underneath), emphasizing a thin waist, emerald earrings and a bracelet, and a 1920s-style hairstyle—that was her outfit for today. She headed to the main hall, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way.— ANNA!!! You came!!! — a voice rang out from somewhere to the side. It was that very friend, Katerina, — I had already given up hope of meeting you here! — she ran up to Anna and grabbed her by the arm.
— Yes, I decided this buffet is a great debut for the dress, — Anna replied, smiling and taking a sip of champagne.
— Wonderful! I'm here with my husband, but he went somewhere, I'll show you the most interesting works, I'm dying of curiosity to hear what you say about them!! — Katerina was always overly energetic, but when it came to art, she turned into a hurricane.
Her friend led Anna into a room with huge canvases covered in colorful splotches.
— Well? What do you say?! — Katerina's eyes were burning.
Anna clearly didn't really want to evaluate this manifestation of creativity, and her gaze drifted along the painting towards the passage between the rooms…
— WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS HERE?!!! — Anna sharply turned her back to that passage.
— Who?! What are you talking about? — Katerina clearly didn't understand what had happened.
— You know!!! Look behind me! — Anna was clearly furious.
Katerina peeked behind Anna and immediately understood everything.
— Oh…
It was Andrei, Anna's ex-boyfriend. They had broken up less than six months ago, and Anna clearly wasn't in a hurry to find a replacement for him. He noticed Katya's glance and headed in their direction.
— He's coming over here… — Katya said fearfully, horror frozen on her face.
Anna's eyes widened, and she took a big gulp of champagne: there was no time to run.
— Hello, ladies, — Anna heard a familiar voice behind her, very close… She turned around.
— Hi, — she smiled, trying in every way to hide her embarrassment.
— Oh! You're here too! Good to see you! — he clearly wasn't surprised by the meeting, — Interested in "Partu Febre"?
— What? — Anna was confused.
— This work, — he pointed to the canvas Katya had brought Anna to.
— Yes, it seemed very expressive to me… — Katya began, — But my husband is waiting for us, we were just about to join him, right, Anya? — she was clearly trying to get out of the situation.
— YES! — Anna picked up, completely flustered.
— Well, we'll be going, glad we met! — Katya smiled nervously, took Anna by the hand, and led her to another hall.
— Why didn't you tell me he might be here?!!! — Anna broke free from Katya's tight grip as soon as they had moved as far away as possible from the scene of the terrible incident.
Anna exhaled:
— Okay… I'd like to wander around here alone for a bit, if you don't mind…
— Anyaaa… — Katerina drawled sadly.
— Don't worry, I'll find you and your husband as soon as I take a little walk, — Anya took her friend by the hand, — Everything's fine!
Anya smiled, and Katya decided it really was worth leaving her alone for a while (what if she finds someone interesting?), and went off to look for her companion. Anna was clearly not very interested in the exhibition itself. She began wandering aimlessly through the halls. But still, one painting with bright brushstrokes captured her attention. She stopped in front of it.
— I liked that one the most too, — Anna heard THAT voice behind her again. She turned around.
— Why do you love sneaking up so much?! — was all she could squeeze out, seeing Andrei again.
Her mood couldn't be spoiled by anything now, and she was mentally prepared to meet him again, but… still, he was magnificent: height, hands, figure, eyes… Everything inside the girl tightened and trembled. She nervously swallowed. Andrei was standing very close to her, so close she could feel the warmth of his body.
— You object? — he asked with a cheeky smirk.
Anna closed her eyes, shook her head irritably, and shifted her gaze to the painting, though her thoughts were no longer about it at all.
— You look great, — Andrei continued, — are you here alone?
— Not exactly, — Anya snapped, — Are you here with your Olesya?! — her voice cracked, she was clearly nervous.
— Hysterical, — Andrei said coldly, looking straight into Anna's eyes, — you still haven't understood that there was nothing between us? — his voice became dry and angry.
— Of course! — Anya made a face, — And that correspondence?
— It was a bad joke! — Andrei was clearly losing patience.
— Great jokes you have! — Anna blurted out angrily and took another sip of champagne, — I think I'll leave, there are too many jokers here, and I'm not in the mood for this!
She placed her glass on a nearby table and with quick steps rushed in the direction of what she thought was the exit. Andrei clearly didn't want to end the conversation like that. As soon as she disappeared into the passage, he immediately followed her. After a couple of passages and rooms, Anna found herself in a dead end where there was no one, with only a toilet door ahead. The girl was clearly lost. She turned around and saw her ex running after her. Without thinking, she ran into the open door marked WC and immediately turned to slam it shut, but Andrei had already caught up with her. The girl tried to close it, but the guy managed to grab the handle and forcefully pulled the door towards himself.
— Let go! — Anna squealed, but it was too late: Andrei had already entered the small room. The girl recoiled backward, her gaze frightened and confused. Andrei looked straight at her and was breathing heavily. After a couple of seconds, he turned and closed the door behind him, sliding the bolt. Anna saw this and was horrified:
— What are you going to do?!! — she took another step back and leaned her back against the cubicle door.
Andrei moved towards her. Anna took a step to the side and tried to slip past to the locked door, but then Andrei grabbed her.
— Let go!!! — the girl squeaked and tried to resist Andrei, but he covered her small mouth with his large palm and pressed her against the cold wall with his body. She grabbed his hand, trying to escape the captivity, but only managed to mumble and shake her head.
— What are you… — Anna tried to blurt out, but didn't get to finish: Andrei's hand was on her long, slender neck and began to gently squeeze it.
Anna gasped constrainedly and nervously shook her head, looking at Andrei pitifully. Without taking his eyes off hers, he lifted her face, leaned in, and kissed her. Anna tried to resist the kiss, but… His tongue penetrated inside her mouth, and the girl hesitantly responded. Her eyes slowly closed, her cheeks flushed, her breath stopped… The kiss became extremely passionate. The girl felt as if the ground had disappeared from under her feet. Andrei was driven crazy by the scent of her perfume and the vanilla taste of her lips. After some time, he pulled away from her. The guy looked piercingly into her blue eyes again. She was breathing heavily, her mouth slightly open, her gaze completely confused. His eyes boldly dropped to her chest. Continuing to hold Anna by the wrists with one hand, with the other he began to unbutton her blouse.
— A-a-andrei… — Anna drawled plaintively.
— Stop… — she barely uttered. Her lips were already completely dry.
— You don't like it? — Andrei asked quietly and, looking into her eyes again, kissed her.
Her head spun, excitement was off the charts. Andrei moved his kisses from her lips to her neck. He wanted her madly already, his cock was hard as stone. .o.rg He released her hands, wrapped his freed arm around her waist, and with one sharp movement turned Anna with her back to him. She let out a light squeal. Andrei felt the familiar, mind-blowing scent of her hair, the one that drove him crazy half a year ago. He began to breathe heavily. One of his hands was still on her chest, with the other he lifted the hem of her dress.
— N-no, — Anna barely breathed out.
But Andrei no longer heard her. Anna was wearing stockings; Andrei stroked the bare parts of the girl's legs with his hot palm. Anna threw her head back from the growing sensations. Andrei slid his leg between hers and spread them. The girl was no longer resisting. The guy's hand slipped between her legs. It was already very warm there. Anna began to breathe rapidly again and trembled. His lips caressed her neck, one hand played with her breast, and the other was already fully stroking her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
— God… — Anna moaned quietly.
— Do you want it? — Andrei whispered in Anna's ear.
She shook her head in response.
— Then caress it, — Andrei, with a firm but careful movement, grabbed Anna by the hair and shoulder, turned her towards him, and lowered her to her knees.
— Quieter, — Andrei groaned into her ear.
Andrei felt her body begin to pulsate. Anna stopped breathing, the beating of her heart became palpable even to Andrei, she let out a quiet moan and exhaled heavily. Andrei slowed the pace but didn't stop. As soon as Anna caught her breath a little from the orgasm, the guy made a couple more sharp and slow movements, and Anna felt the pulsation of his cock inside her. Andrei groaned and leaned slightly against the wall. They were both breathing heavily. Andrei hugged Anna, pressed her to himself, and kissed her neck. Their breathing gradually evened out. Anna turned around, took Andrei's face in her palms, and kissed him tenderly.