With Larisa at "Bali"
Larisa... You haven't been with me for a long time, but your name sounds like music to my ears. La-ri-sa... The letters of your name roll off my tongue and, clicking brightly against my teeth, emerge in the beautiful phonetics of the word — Larisa! "Your image, tender and arousing, I hold as if in the palm of my hand. And like a butterfly that will not fly away, I cherish it reverently." That's how, communicating with her, I constantly shifted into poetic forms — that's the effect she had on me — Larisa!
and without the cosmetics washed away by the evening shower, she clearly looked about five years younger than her age, sleeping soundly, sprawled on the pillows. The sight of a young, sleeping, half-naked woman is also quite worthy of long and attentive contemplation, like running water, burning fire, or someone's—but not your own specifically—bustling labor activity or simply work. These three factors are just as interesting and engaging for an outside observer as the sight of a half-naked beauty. And upon waking, she reminded me of a sweet bun with raisins, not due to the thickness of her thighs, but because of her sweetness, the dimples on her cheeks, her stunning, dazzling smile, and the sparkle in her eyes.Of course, Larisa had a bunch of flaws — she was intelligent, sexy, charming, educated, and, like all women, adored bossing people around a little. The thing is, practically all men are built simply, at any rate, much simpler than cunning, treacherous women. In general, I believe women are smarter than many men—they manage to support a family on modest incomes, feed, clothe, and still manage to look sometimes simply stunning. At any rate—Larisa was exactly like that. At any rate, the firm word "must" is a powerful engine for women. And the word "can" is very, very non-specific for most lovely ladies.
One early morning, waking up abruptly, I squinted with pleasure and admired Larisa with delight. Everything about her was unusual, mysterious even after being deciphered, and truly beautiful. Neither the beauty of the huge apartment gifted to her by her parents, nor the wonderful view of the large aquarium with goldfish gave me as much joy as the opportunity in the mornings, in the light of the dawning sunrise, to admire this slender, so desired and so perfect body of a young woman.
A lovingly tended and unusually trimmed lawn, the pearly-pink moisture of cold lips and the heat of plump lips, the insane matte quality of slanted, instantly swelling from my caresses nipples, a flat, stunningly shaped little tummy with such a small, mysterious indentation of a navel, from which my tongue, even after cunnilingus, so did not want to leave.
And when Larisa lay on her tummy—she loved to give herself from behind, whispering tenderly and very arousingly: "Sir! Your entry today is only from behind. And be gentler!" The lines of her back were so perfect, and such arousing dimples on her silky and very firm berries, which some doctor called buttocks, but they were simply berries—were so tempting that thinking about her bottom as a whole, I lost my mind completely. But having such a cool bottom of simply perfect shape, Larisa was categorically against anal sex, which somewhat depressed me, because looking at the beauty lying on her stomach, I didn't want to think about anything else!
And the scent? Only Coco Chanel, exiting the gates of her firm producing "Chanel No. 5," could smell like Larisa, and even better. On the very first morning together, I could only say: "You smell tenderly sweet, like a goddess!" A mixture of fresh milk and some otherworldly, simply unearthly aromas. Inhaling her scent, I immediately began devising new feasts for our bodies and souls. And she even complemented our sex games.
Although on the very first day, our trip to the cafeteria was simply a challenge to the public! Larisa walked to our table number 14, not looking at anyone and smoothly swaying her hips in time with the thoughts of all those men who followed her with carnivorous gazes. This was that rare case when, at the moment of Larisa's appearance before the people, all the men thought the same thing. And of course—not about world peace. Although a woman always remains a woman—Larisa clearly saw and noticed this man sitting with a girl opposite our table. Bringing a fork with a piece of sushi to his mouth, he poked it right into his shirt, clearly forgetting what he intended at that very moment. It seems the firmness of Larisa's gait, the changeable but incredibly sexy flow of the lines of her figure, made this "eagle's" head spin to a state of complete weightlessness.
The man himself was very attractive. Not handsome (Larisa was very selective about male beauty), but precisely attractive. A large forehead without receding hairline, a thin Greek nose, large dark eyes, a sharply defined, such a strong-willed, one could say, chin, noticeably prominent Mongoloid cheekbones (in each of us, after two hundred years of the yoke, a different blood shows through now and then) with piercing Shukshin-like jaw muscles. Plus beautiful, well-groomed, and neatly parted hair. In our time of bald and shaven fools, such a beautiful head simply stood out.
As it turned out later, Larisa saw and assessed all this in a fraction of a second as she passed by the man frozen in surprise and delight. She deliberately sat opposite, so to speak—subconsciously, like any intelligent and cunning woman: finishing off the seriously wounded. But this was more of a habit than malicious intent. Deprive a woman of the ability to flirt and she will simply die without regaining consciousness of her own superiority over the world of men. And seeing the sushi sauce stain on his shirt, Larisa didn't even bother to fix her makeup!
Although, it must be admitted, the man soon came to his senses and said something to his girlfriend. She stood up and headed to the bar counter. She was wearing an incredibly tight, short white skirt that hugged her great hips and bottom and a see-through t-shirt. Her gait in this sense was clearly tantamount to ideological sabotage! Underwear, apparently, was out of the question.
And soon this couple, with two cocktail glasses and two whiskeys, asked permission to sit at our table. We got acquainted very quickly—with Larisa's charm and the vivid impression of Irina's beauty and excellent figure in my eyes, it simply couldn't have been otherwise. And within a week, we were inseparable. And then there was also an interesting and unusual confession from Irina, and it was from her that this proposal came—for us to become swingers. That it's very popular here to swap partners. To my, admittedly small, surprise, Larisa quickly agreed—it seems this man had really "hooked" her.