Sex with the scent of juniper
The best sex happens unexpectedly. Spontaneous sex is extreme, primal, preferably with a new partner you didn't expect anything like that from just five minutes ago. And suddenly you're both breathing heavily with excitement, and your hands are exploring the most intimate places on each other's bodies. Something like what happened to me not too long ago.
A friend and I had agreed to meet after work at a bar, have a drink, talk about life. But at the very last moment, something fell through for him. In short, the previously planned meeting was canceled. Nevertheless, I decided not to bail: the mood was right, in short, I went to the bar
alone.I started with beer. Then, as usual, I switched to gin, its tart, juniper aroma invariably plunging me into pleasant nostalgia. There weren't many patrons in the bar. At first, I chatted at the counter with the familiar bartender and waiters, then moved to one of the tables in the back of the room. Not far from me, a group of 5-6 people were drinking. At first, I didn't pay much attention to them—young people, most likely students, already a bit tipsy. A little later, some disagreement started among them: one of the girls, already quite drunk, loudly said "Fuck off!" grabbed her glass of beer, and moved to the next table.
The remaining ones—two guys and two girls—started trying to persuade her to come back, but their friend stubbornly told everyone and everything to fuck off and flatly refused to return. In short, it was becoming clear: two couples were drinking there, and a girl without a guy, who, having gotten drunk, started making a scene, definitely didn't fit the party format.
I was already drinking gin, eating a salad, and, to be honest, couldn't give a damn about the problems at the next table. So I was a bit taken aback when that same tipsy, argumentative girl came over and asked me: "Could you pay for my beer?" Just like that, straight out, without any "hello."
That's when I could look at her in more detail. I can't say she was a stunning beauty, but she wasn't ugly either. More like a pleasantly plump girl, the kind I've always liked. She was already quite drunk, and that undoubtedly gave her confidence. I called the waitress over and asked for my companion's bill. The amount was small, I paid, and then asked: did she want another drink?
"Hey, you're so cool!" the girl said happily and added: "My name is Nastya."
Then my new acquaintance said she'd also drink gin but asked me to get her some beer too. After we drank to our acquaintance, she informed me that her friends were jerks who (I quote) "invited her to get wasted, but then acted like pigs." Nastya didn't specify what exactly the piggish behavior was. When she got up and headed to the restroom, I looked at her figure with unconcealed interest: a large butt, hugged by jeans, legs a bit too full for my taste. But her chest was just right! A solid "four." From the conversation, I gathered she was in her third year of university, meaning she was at least 20... Which meant...
When she was coming back, I noticed that only two of her four friends remained in the bar—a guy and a girl who were passionately kissing, sitting on a small leather sofa. Nastya clearly noticed this too. Approaching, she asked:
"Daaaaamn, you will pay for the drinks, right?"
How perfectly she drew out that "a"! Naturally, I said I'd pay, and if she wanted something to eat, I'd pay for that too.
Nastya sat on the chair next to me (she had been sitting across from me before) and, drunkenly putting her arm around my shoulders, said:
Nastya pulled back a little and said the thing I was least prepared to hear from her:
"Hey, wanna go fuck?" Yes, yes, just like that. It sounded crude and passionate at the same time. To be honest, I was a bit flustered. Where to take her from the bar? To my rented apartment or a hotel? Maybe a sauna?
"Let's go fuck!" she repeated insistently.
"Where should we go? To my place or yours?" I asked, trying to gather my thoughts and get my bearings. Her answer disconcerted me but also delighted me:
"Nowhere. I want to fuck here. We'll drink and fuck."
"Maybe we should go to a sauna?" I suggested.
Instead of answering, she stood up, took my hand, and pulled me towards the restroom. As we passed the familiar waiter, he smiled, winked, and gave a slight nod of his head, indicating the path was clear, meaning anything was possible.
In the restroom, Nastya immediately went into the stall with the female silhouette, but I didn't care anymore. The room turned out to be spacious, much larger than the one for men. Entering, I locked the door with the built-in lock on the handle, and Nastya, turning her back to me, immediately started unbuttoning her jeans. Hearing the sound of my belt being unbuckled, she turned around and said:
"Don't, I'll do it myself."
When she took off her jeans, I realized my initial assessment was correct: her butt was gorgeous, and her legs were full. She threw her jeans onto the hand-washing sink and took off her panties. Under the black panties was a black, shaved strip of hair. The girl took off her light jacket and red-and-black checkered shirt and threw them on the sink too. She stood before me in just a black bra, as if giving me a chance to admire her figure, then slowly unclasped and removed the last remaining piece of her wardrobe.
She had large, white breasts with blue veins and dark nipples. I approached, leaned down, and kissed them, one, then the other. While I was kissing and sucking her nipples, she unbuttoned my pants, then took out my cock and started masturbating it. For a while, I enjoyed those large, white breasts. Then Nastya moved my head away and, kneeling down, took my cock into her mouth. Almost entirely. And then she started giving me a blowjob. I was simply blown away by how she alternated deep swallows with sucking the head!
This couldn't go on for long. I was on the edge: the time, place, alcohol, and everything happening had overstimulated me. I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She understood. She stood up, took a few steps back, turned her back to me, spread her legs wide, and leaned her hands on the sink where she had carelessly thrown her clothes earlier. I could see absolutely everything: her white ass, the slightly opened anus, and the dark pink pussy, already wet and craving a cock.
"Like it?" Nastya asked. "Very much," I admitted honestly. "Wanna lick it?" she offered. "You little slut!" I exhaled and, taking two steps towards her, gave her butt a loud slap. Nastya moaned. I couldn't wait any longer. Running my hand over her hot, wet pussy, I lubricated her anus and directed my cock into that dark, enticing opening between the two white, full spheres of her buttocks.
"Ooooh," Nastya exhaled but immediately began moving her hips professionally. It was clear anal sex wasn't something previously forbidden to her. For several minutes in the restroom, only the rhythmic slapping of my body against her rear was heard, along with rapid breathing and her light moans each time my cock plunged entirely into her. Slapping Nastya's luxurious ass a couple more times, I took her breasts in my hands and firmly squeezed her nipples with my fingers.
"Fuck me... Fuck..." the girl groaned. "I'm about to... Soon... I can't hold it!"
With these words, she literally sat down on my cock, plunging it entirely into herself, froze like that for a few seconds, then actively started moving her hips. I let go of her tits; they were bouncing and swaying like two big balls. "Fuuuuck," Nastya exhaled, and I felt the muscles of her anus contracting. She arched, taking a vertical position, and froze, still impaled on my cock. Then she leaned her hands on the sink again and smoothly moved her ass so that I completely came out of her.
Taking advantage of this, Nastya knelt, lifted her breasts, and, squeezing my cock between them, began satisfying me with renewed vigor. Unable to restrain myself, I grabbed her hair and looked into the eyes of my unexpected but desired partner. They showed intoxication from alcohol and lust. They were the eyes of a savage.
Someone impatiently jiggled the handle of the locked door. Nastya moaned again, not stopping satisfying me with her breasts. This had to stop. Her next long "aaaahhhh" turned into "mmmmm" when, holding her hair, I directed my cock into her mouth and came. I got the impression the orgasm lasted forever. "Whoa," Nastya exhaled. Semen was running down her lips and chin.
We were silent for a minute. I wiped my cock with a tissue and buttoned my pants. The girl washed her face, dried off, and kissed me on the cheek:
"You're cool!" she stated again. — "Sorry I came so fast. But I always come faster when it's in the ass. You totally guessed it..."
"Do you often take it in the ass?" I asked.
"Not as often as you probably think..." — it was clear she was avoiding the answer.
"Will you give it to me again?" I asked, half-joking, half-serious.
"If you want. But you haven't tried the main hole yet. And it's great there too, believe me!" the girl declared. And I readily believed her.
It was clear Nastya was sobering up. As she was getting dressed, I again cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed her nipples. At that moment, the door handle started being desperately jiggled again. "Bitches!" Nastya stated and hastily buttoned up her checkered shirt. She didn't put her bra back on, wrapping it in her jacket.
When we were leaving the women's restroom, two girls standing in the small hallway looked us over carefully. Their eyes showed both interest and indignation. One hurried into a stall. The second quickly slipped in after her. If they had been standing by the door all this time, they definitely heard our moans and sighs. Did they go in together because they got turned on and wanted to have some fun too? No, my imagination was definitely running wild.
When we returned to the hall, the bartender winked at me again. He understood everything, and I gave him a thumbs up.
I drank with Nastya for another couple of hours. She told me things, asked questions, I answered. I only remember that I asked if it bothered her that after anal sex I came in her mouth. "That was super! When you came, I thought I'd suffocate," she answered. — "But in general, I'm confident about my ass, I take care of it, so don't worry..." That was also true.
Towards morning, we called a taxi, and I took Nastya home—the pleasantly plump girl and passionate lover of anal sex. As a farewell, she dictated her phone number to me; I wrote it down but forgot to save it. That's for the best: such evenings shouldn't be spoiled by subsequent meetings. Since then, when I drink gin or smell juniper, I remember her white ass, the bouncing balls of her large breasts, and the short "Fuck..." uttered on an exhale.