A modest girl

We met at some party back then, where people gathered not to drink, but just to sit and talk.

We met up with her afterwards, walked around the city, through parks, looked at the May nature and breathed the warm spring air.

During one of these walks, she carelessly

twisted her ankle, and, taking a taxi, I had to take her home. She lived on the third floor in a building without an elevator, and limping slightly with my help, we made it to her apartment.

There, she settled onto the sofa, and I, carefully removing her shoes, began to massage her ankles.

She leaned back and slightly pulled her skirt up, clearly enjoying it.

I was squatting in front of her, holding her leg on my knees, and she quite accidentally, or perhaps not accidentally, slipped and pressed right against the bulge in my trousers. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes and she, with some pressure, ran her foot through my trousers right over my hardening cock.

"Do you like it?" she asked, squinting slyly.

"Of course," I said, already pressing her foot against my crotch myself.

She pulled her skirt even higher, revealing her slender legs, which she spread wider and wider, until something dark flashed between them, which I first took for panties. It turned out, however, that she wasn't wearing any, and my gaze was met by her lips, covered in thick hair, which she apparently never trimmed. Her skirt was already pulled up to the very top when she quietly asked... "Kiss me there," and spread her legs wide.

I buried my head under her skirt and ran my tongue over her lips, pressing on them... They parted and, running my tongue around and entering her vagina, I felt her body shudder and how wet she had become.

"Enough," she asked soon after, "I've already come, I have quiet orgasms."

Embarrassed, I crawled out from under her skirt. She sat there all red, her sweater was hitched up, from under it protruded two rather large breasts, which she was kneading with her hands, her nipples were small and stood erect, with dark circles around them.

She silently reached for me, I stood up, she quickly unbuttoned my trousers, and, with a tug along with my underwear, pulled them down.

"How big and thick it is," she said quietly, before my cock disappeared into her mouth. She sucked unskillfully but diligently moved her hand and lips along it, occasionally taking it out of her mouth to tickle the head with her tongue.

On one such occasion, I couldn't hold back, and all the cum that was in me, I splashed onto her face. Opening my eyes, I saw her happy face, covered in my cum, her glasses smeared. There was cum on her sweater, on her breasts, and even on her favorite black skirt, white spots were visible.

"And now it's time for you to go," she said just as quietly, "please close the door. And come tomorrow..."

The next day I went to her. But that's another story...