Let's go for the ladies!!!
Lyudmila is memorable to me primarily because it was my first successfully completed quest for a sexual adventure.
My fiancée is pregnant. She went to her mother's to rest. Things are slowly but irreversibly heading towards the registry office.
Friends invited me to a cafe. Like: let's sit and talk, and then, who knows, something might come up.
And that's exactly what happened.
There are three of us. There are also three individuals of the "female nationality." All the girls are significantly older than us (from five to ten years age difference), but when we are 25 and the women are 35, does it really matter?
Lust. Trembling and lust. The unknown. How will it all end? But this
is the unknown for me. Lyokha and Seryoga already see everything clearly. Especially Seryoga. As he was leaving the cafe, he hissed something to me like: — What are we rushing for? These ones, of course, are a sure thing! But there are also some student girls over there giving us the eye...I don't remember the names. Only the name of the one who became mine (Lyudmila). Let them be Anna and Tatyana.
Taxi-store-stocking up on wine-apartment of one of these ladies (Anna's). The apartment is like a museum! In the center, huge, probably about six rooms!
But what a mess! As if a party in this apartment hadn't stopped for two weeks!
We couldn't care less about this mess! We didn't come to clean up. Quickly to the kitchen to continue the feast! I drank very moderately. After all, I wanted a woman much more than wine.
And another question: Which one of them should I start my attack on? This one, who is the oldest (Lyuda), or that one, who is the most beautiful (Anna)? The most compliant one (Tatyana) is already being licked all over by Lyokha. Everything is clear there. Look, his hand is already wandering under her skirt now and then. Another ten minutes and they'll start fucking right in front of the audience. Hmm... hmm, well, why not? I wouldn't mind a little group action! Only, somehow, Anna and Lyudmila are exchanging meaningful glances: like, well, you, Tanka, have gone wild!!! Behave decently!!!
What are you talking about! Tanka isn't reacting to anything anymore! She's already taking Lyokha's T-shirt off. Anna disappears for a couple of minutes, and returning, whispers something to Tatyana. She, as if sobering up, silently gets up and leads Lyokha away by the hand.
— Lyud! You'll arrange everything in the bedroom yourself! Okay? — The hostess gestured with her eyes somewhere behind the wall.
— Okay!
Lyuda leaves the kitchen.
Decision made! So, since at that moment I am sitting much farther from Anna than Seryoga, then, accordingly, I have no chance...
I go out as if to the toilet, and go to look for Lyudmila and the bedroom. I find it. Interesting, how old is she? She is standing by the window, outside is Zagorodny Prospekt. At this hour it's already not noisy. A trolleybus passes occasionally.
I come up from behind, embrace her. She turns sharply, and we sink our lips into each other.
It seemed to me then that everything was somehow going too confidently and familiarly. No persuasion, everything in one breath, of course hurriedly, but as a conqueror, I took off her dress, panties. Hurrying, confidently undressed myself.
I thought that maybe something was wrong: Lyuda in a bra and shoes, but without panties. And she, as if guessing this thought, (or maybe I thought out loud? Possibly...), took off the bra herself.
The first time we did it on the windowsill. She was sitting with her back to the window, and I was standing between her legs, greedily entering-bursting into her. She was breathing very loudly, I thought our friends would come running now to see what we were doing so noisily, but they had other things on their minds.
And I didn't give a damn that it was July and white nights. And that from the windows of the house opposite, or even from the sidewalk, passers-by, of whom there are quite a few on Zagorodny Prospekt on summer nights, could well have seen us. I was a hunter! She was my prey! Although maybe it was the other way around.
None of us thought about condoms, about safe sex. Why? I don't know. Lust. Dull lust clouded everything and everyone. Neither AIDS nor banal gonorrhea came to mind. I think Lyudmila was also absorbed in the current moment of debauchery, and therefore everything that was happening delivered the most acute pleasure.
I came and felt Lyudmila trembling in orgasm, and that gave me strength again.
At some point I started experimenting, changing positions. Put her on her knees and entered from behind. Threw her legs over my shoulders. Lay on my back and sat Lyuda on top of me. No positions caused protest from her, and I was delighted. It was very sensual to experience orgasm when she, lying on top of me, closed her legs and with her thighs intensified the tightness of the contact.
I didn't know how to ask for a blowjob. I didn't even know that word then!
I tried to force her, simply putting my cock to her face, she sharply turned away, almost recoiling.
Understood, I'm not a fool! Taboo, so taboo! But a pity...
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It's also interesting to note that in the morning I walked her home. erotic stories On the way we chatted peacefully, as if nothing had happened.
— You probably have a whole pile of girls wanting to get you? — asked Lyuda.
And I told her that I was getting married soon, and would soon become a father. She wasn't offended by that at all.
— How old are you?
— 25!
— Oh, ha-ha! — She cheered up. — And I'm 36.
— Really? I wouldn't have given you that many. — I tried to be gallant, though I wasn't surprised. — I thought you were about 28-30!
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I liked having sex with Lyudmila. And I thought I could meet with her again sometime. She showed me the store where she works, and said I could find her there.
— Drop by!
Two or three months later, I found her.
— Hi!
— Hi!
— Want to repeat the event?
— I haven't really thought about it... , What about your wife?
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That's all. I made no further attempts to get close to her.