Sweet little student
Long chestnut hair streamed in the soft summer wind. She walked barefoot on the pavement of her city, on the scorching asphalt, yet she only felt the burning of her wrists, which her dear boy had tightly gripped an hour ago. She loved calling her 34-year-old man a boy, even though he was 18 years her senior. Valeria was a student, and this sweet boy had pursued her for a whole year—until she melted before his courtship and persistence. When they started a relationship, he idolized her, admiring her beauty, her shapely figure, her beautiful breasts, and her firm bottom every day.
But her beauty played a cruel trick on her—
she paid for it with jealousy. She no longer had the strength to endure his attacks, and slamming the door, she ran out of the apartment he rented for her in the city center, onto one of the main streets. She was wearing a tank top that clung so appetizingly to her breasts and a short skirt, with no panties underneath.Valeria made her way to the park and sat on a bench in the shade. She threw her head back—emerald foliage rustled above her. She listened to the music of the wind and began to dissolve into it.
Suddenly, her enjoyment was interrupted by a tall brunet.
"Why is such a sweet girl sitting alone and bored? May I join you?" he asked and immediately settled nearby.
Valeria was silent, only batting her long black lashes in bewilderment.
"I've seen you at our institute, I'm two years ahead of you."
"Interesting story, but you don't have to continue..." Valeria finally responded, making an incredible effort to suppress the pain in her voice from what she had experienced the day before.
"Oh, we've already switched to 'you' (informal). Commendable. I skipped class—a boring lecture isn't for me. Decided to pass the time in the park. And here's such pleasant company. Why are you barefoot, by the way?"
Valeria blushed from head to toe but said nothing.
"Bunny, I still have an hour and a half of free time... I won't leave you alone."
"And don't," she blurted out, more out of spite for all the nitpicking from her sweet boy, which he unjustly directed at her.
"Hmm... what a pleasant turn. Well then, let's get acquainted. My name is Vlad."
"Valeria."
"Very nice, Valeria, what a beautiful name. And you yourself are very lovely," Vlad looked at her with unconcealed desire.
"He's on the hook!" thought Valeria. And how do I get him off that hook... How many times has my sweet boy been jealous of me, how many times have I had to endure all those baseless accusations against me.
Or make it so there really is a reason to accuse me of cheating? And Vlad is quite something too. A moderately toned body, dimples on his cheeks, neatly dressed. A sinister glint flashed in Valeria's eyes.
"Thank you, dear. But I'm tired of the same old compliments. Maybe you'll be the first to say something original? And I'll tell you why I'm barefoot," Valeria winked flirtatiously at the guy; she knew perfectly well the magical power of her brown eyes.
It was clear he was slightly embarrassed, but it didn't last long.
"Promise you won't interrupt me? And you'll listen to the compliment to the end," he asked mysteriously. "You don't have to tell me anything about your sweet little feet."
"Okay," Valeria replied with interest.
Vlad moved a little closer and whispered in her ear:
"I see a perfect woman for the first time, sweet, juicy, hot, burning with just a glance. These breasts are as if carved from marble, it's simply a masterpiece. And I would kiss this masterpiece tenderly and caress it passionately with my hands, because to touch this creation is to become part of the beautiful!"
Valeria's nipples began to swell. Vlad continued, his breathing growing deeper.
"I would carry these legs in my arms, or lay flower petals under each of your steps, these slender legs deserve only royal treatment. These sweet toes on your feet—I would lick them, then rise with kisses higher and higher, and I don't even dare imagine what cup of pleasure connects them."
Valeria felt goosebumps running all over her body from the hot whisper, and her vagina was becoming wet and about to flow. She wanted him.
Vlad, meanwhile, moved back to the same distance as before. He watched Valeria intently.
Valeria tried with all her appearance to show that nothing was happening.
"Yes, no one has ever given me such a compliment, I liked it," a slight smile played on her lips.
"So why are you barefoot?" Vlad asked, as if nothing had happened.
"I ran away from home because of problems," she was surprised that Vlad had retreated so quickly. Or did he want to continue right here, on the park bench?!
"Don't you want to keep running away from them, for example, to my place—you can share with me there. I'm a good listener."
She understood perfectly well what Vlad was hinting at. Valeria had never cheated on her boy, let alone given herself to a stranger. So said her mind, but her body was saying the opposite.
"I do, since you know how to listen."
"Excellent," Vlad perked up, offered Valeria his hand. He started to pick her up, but she rejected the offer.
"Not now, you'll have your chance later," Valeria said slyly.
Vlad and Valeria proceeded to his Mazda RX-8.
"Where does a poor student get such a car?" Valeria inquired.
"Worked for my father last summer. It's my salary," said Vlad, getting behind the wheel and inserting the key into the ignition.
And my sweet boy worked a whole year for a similar one...
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the entrance of an elite two-story house. Valeria was still in doubt—whether to go with this man. But feeling no danger, she followed him into the lobby.
"We're going up to the second floor. I'll walk behind, if you allow me," said Vlad.
"I see no obstacles."
Valeria began to climb the stairs. She knew her pussy was peeking invitingly from under her short skirt. And she had put on this short skirt without panties for a different occasion.
She began to sway her hips from side to side, exposing even more of her beautiful body. Vlad was silent. Valeria felt the tension growing.
They entered the apartment.
"I wouldn't mind taking a shower or a bath, if possible."
"For you, anything you want, choose for yourself what you want more—I have two bathrooms."
"Make yourself at home, I'll bring a towel now. On the shelf, take the bottles, there should be something with a floral scent, I bought it by mistake."
"By mistake," Valeria laughed to herself.
While the apartment owner went for a towel, Valeria quickly washed her feet and began filling the bathtub, adding floral shower gel to the water. She sat on the edge of the tub.
"Here," said Vlad, placing a white terry towel on the corner of the sink.
"Thank you. And are you just going to stay here and watch?"
"Yes," Vlad was unperturbed.
There was nothing to be done, she couldn't kick him out, and she wouldn't succeed anyway—he was a head and a half taller and twice as broad in the shoulders.
"As you wish," Valeria smirked, walked up to the large mirror hanging above the sink, turned on the cold water—washed her face, patted it dry with the towel he brought. Vlad, meanwhile, took up the observer's position right where Valeria had just been sitting.
Valeria, still facing the mirror, began slowly taking off her tank top. Her full, size-three breasts jumped out to meet freedom, and from the mirror, a young lady with beautiful pinkish-brown, aroused nipples looked back at Valeria. Valeria stroked her beauties, then looked through the mirror at Vlad, who was catching her every move. Valeria took a couple of steps back and found herself a meter away from Vlad, began running her hands from her breasts down her waist and lower, and started taking off her skirt, bending over doggy-style, stroking her legs, and exposed her pussy, on which droplets of moisture were visible. She made a graceful wave with her back and returned to her original position. Valeria could hear Vlad breathing heavily, but now that she had decided, she wanted to play with him, like a cat plays with a mouse. Vlad got up from the corner of the tub and headed towards Valeria. But she stopped him.
"No, that wasn't our agreement," Valeria looked at Vlad flirtatiously.
"My sweet one, can I not only stay but also participate?" Vlad said in a flirtatious tone.
"You can soap my back," she gracefully lowered herself into the foamy bathtub. She lay down and submerged her head for a few seconds, and when she surfaced, she noticed Vlad sitting right by the tub, admiring her.
"My little kitten, don't resist," Vlad, apparently tired of Valeria's games, started his own.
Vlad took the showerhead and directed the stream into the tub where Valeria lay.
"Spread your legs, darling, and relax."
Valeria complied. Vlad directed the stream of water onto her clitoris. It instantly swelled and began to protrude from under its hood. With his free hand, he began to stroke her breast and gently nibble her ear. Valeria began to moan softly. Sweet languor began to spread through her body. She thrust her hips towards the shower.
"What a frisky girl," Vlad bent a little lower and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"Aaaaah... a... a... h," Valeria moaned loudly, a sweet tremor spread through her body, she cried from the sudden orgasm.
"I hope that's from joy," Vlad joked. He pecked her on the cheek and got out of the tub.
Valeria lay in bliss for another fifteen minutes or so, then got out of the tub, wrapped in a towel, and went into the living room, where Vlad, after a shower, also wrapped in a towel but only below the waist, was sitting on the sofa.
"You owe me," he said playfully.
Valeria understood what he was getting at. She sat down next to him on the sofa. He kissed her gently on the lips, ran his hand through her hair. She returned his kiss. And began to stroke his torso with her fingers. Vlad untied the towel on Valeria and began kissing her breasts. She felt herself getting aroused again. (Specially for .org — ) Valeria lowered her hand under Vlad's towel and felt his big, thick, erect cock. Vlad, meanwhile, massaged her clitoris with his fingers and began inserting two fingers into her vagina. It was hot and wet inside. He moved her hand away from his cock, laid her down on the sofa, and with force, in one motion, slid into her as if through butter. Valeria moaned; she saw that Vlad's cock was bigger than her boy's and was afraid he would hurt her, but no, he thrust easily and filled the space in her hole so tightly that she moaned even louder. Vlad stroked her breasts, kissed her lips. Valeria stroked his back, returned his kisses, and matched Vlad's rhythm with her hips.
They merged in ecstasy. Vlad began to enter her faster; a wave of pleasure began to rush to her hole and clitoris. She screamed, dug her nails into his back, and trembled all over. He pulled out his cock and came on her stomach. Everything was pulsating: her clitoris, her vagina, and his cock.
Her legs continued to tremble. Vlad sat next to her on the sofa and stroked her feet, then kissed them.
"I knew you were a hot little thing," Vlad looked at Valeria, who lay with her eyes closed, her gorgeous legs spread. Her entire crotch glistened with her juices.
Vlad went to take a shower. Valeria got up after a few minutes, went to the bathroom, washed the semen off her stomach, washed herself, dried off with a towel. She put her clothes back on and ran out of the apartment.