I didn't mean to, but it was great.
"Good evening, I noticed you've been alone here all night, can I buy you a cocktail or...?"
"Coffee!" the woman interrupted in a tired voice.
"Sorry?"
"If you want to buy me something, then coffee is better, preferably strong, I don't want to drink anymore."
"Um... yeah, sure, no problem."
Kirill dashed to the bar and got two cups of coffee.
"I didn't ask, maybe something with the coffee?"
"Your company!" the woman replied, looking into the man's eyes.
"Wow, unexpected."
Kirill sat down opposite her.
"My name is Kirill!"
"Katya."
"Nice to meet you!"
"Kirill, did you come here to pick someone up too?"
The man hesitated and didn't know what to answer.
"You're all the same, only one thing on your minds. But credit where it's due, at least you're tactful. Before you, they immediately hinted at a quick fuck without any foreplay."
Katya was quite drunk, her tongue sometimes slurred, but Kirill didn't see her as an alcoholic who drinks every day. She was a well-groomed, stylish, business-like woman.
"Rough day?" he inquired.
"Day? Hah... rough week, month, my whole life has become damn hard."
"That's why you need to give yourself a break, relax, and I'm not talking about sex right now, well, not just about sex. Do you like the banya?"
"Nooo, I don't want the banya, I was already told to go there today," Ekaterina laughed.
"I love the banya, but I rarely get to go."
"I go by mood, depends on the company, could be banya, sauna, or hammam. But not today, I'm dead on my feet, all I can handle today is a massage," Katya said, looking suggestively at Kirill.
"Ooo, I don't have to do anything at all, and by the way, I'm not bad at massage."
"Who would doubt it! As if you'd say you can't give a massage and so on and so forth, we're adults, and not sober, I'm divorced, so sometimes I really want it, you're not wearing a ring either, I see. Took it off or never had one?"
"Never been married, didn't get the chance, unfortunately, or fortunately..."
"How old are you?"
"45."
"Really???!" the woman's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Damn, I wouldn't have given you more than forty."
"Thank you. I know it's not customary to ask a woman her age, but we are adults..."
"37."
"I thought so, exactly that, damn... a girl is happier when you guess younger than she is... sorry."
"Forget it, that's all nonsense, anyway, if you keep torturing me with talk, I'll fall asleep right here."
"Hint taken," Kirill realized, rejoicing at the luck that had come his way in the form of Ekaterina.
They called a taxi. Ekaterina suggested going to her place, as she'd probably feel bad in the morning and didn't want to puke in someone else's apartment. Going up to the third floor of an old five-story building, Ekaterina fumbled in her bag for the keys for a long time, leaning her shoulder against the door. Finally, she managed to get the keychain and open two metal doors. The apartment was warm and dark, and the spicy scent of cinnamon hit his nose.
"Someone's baking buns in your absence," Kirill joked.
"That's probably Masha..." Katya muttered something else under her breath, kicking off her shoes and carelessly throwing her coat onto the bench, then quickly disappeared behind the bathroom door.
From the sounds, the man understood she was throwing up. He took off his outerwear and sat on the bench, near which there were many different pairs of women's shoes, all roughly the same size. "Who is this Masha," he thought. "Well, good, at least it's not Mikhail!" Ekaterina appeared in the bathroom doorway, looking pale.
"Oh, fuck..." she grumbled. "Damn, this is so embarrassing. Come into the room."
Kirill obediently followed her. Katya flopped onto the bed, first hiking up the hem of her dress, and began pulling off her sheer tights, flashing beige panties.
"This is definitely not arousing at all, right?"
Kirill clearly didn't know how to answer tactfully.
"Sorry, everything went off plan, to be honest, I don't usually act like this and it's my first time at that club."
"Yeah, right, it happens, what can you do... Maybe I should go then, lie down, get some sleep."
"Come on, get undressed, lie down, you can leave in the morning, and I won't be as scared of choking on my own vomit at night."
Kirill shuddered. He didn't know what to do and only asked:
"Maybe I can make you some tea?"
"Screw the tea!"
Kirill stood confused nearby, and Katya grabbed him by the pant leg and pulled him towards her, grabbed his belt and deftly unzipped his fly.
"Katya, wait, maybe we shouldn't in this state..."
But she seemed not to hear these words, pulling his jeans down to his knees, grabbing his underwear and pulling it down. His cock, a limp sausage, appeared before the woman's face, but it didn't faze her at all. She kissed the head, grasped the shaft and started jerking it. Two months of abstinence made themselves known and the organ began to fill with blood.
"Katya, wait, not so fast.... I... I... oooo... damn," Kirill grabbed the woman's head and pressed it to him, coming copiously into her mouth.
"Damn, fuck... lasted 30 seconds," Kirill cursed himself. Katya jumped up and disappeared behind the bathroom door again, freeing herself from the remnants of alcohol and semen.
"Sorry, that was quick," he said when Ekaterina appeared in the room. "It's been a while..."
"It's okay," she undressed, leaving only her panties and bra, which squeezed two plump breasts.
"So, how about that massage?" Kirill offered.
"Maybe tomorrow, sorry," Katya fell onto the bed, pulling the blanket over only part of her body.
And Kirill just sat there with his pants down, and remnants of semen were oozing from the head. He lifted the blanket a little and admired Ekaterina's appetizing curves. How he would love to pull off her panties now, lie on top and fuck her between her buns. Okay, maybe he could do it in the morning. He went to the bathroom, squeezed a bit of toothpaste onto his finger, brushed his teeth, washed up, and went to sleep, hugging his recent acquaintance from behind.
In the morning, Kirill woke up to Ekaterina's loud snoring. His head hurt a little, his temples were throbbing, and he desperately needed to pee. The man looked at his acquaintance; she was sleeping soundly. Fighting his morning erection, he relieved himself and was about to return to the bedroom, but stopped at the closed door and listened. Behind the door, light instrumental music was audible, nothing more. Kirill remembered Masha, but who was she: a daughter, a sister, and why hadn't she even come out yesterday. Curiosity was tearing him apart and the man quietly pushed the door, holding the handle. In the gap, he saw a mirror on the wall above the bed, and in the oval mirror, the reflection of a girl. It was a young, very youthful girl, about 18, with straight, light brown hair to her shoulders, a cute round face, very skinny. In the mirror, she was visible to the waist and completely naked. Her breasts were stunningly beautiful, high, probably a size 2, with pink nipples surrounded by light flesh-colored areolas. Kirill opened the door a little more and saw the girl in person, not her reflection. From the back, her silhouette was just as beautiful and graceful. The girl wore only white panties; she was sitting on the bed in front of the mirror at the head of the bed and lightly stroking her arms, neck, breasts. The man stood holding his breath, afraid to make even the slightest rustle. The young beauty continued to caress her body, her eyes were closed. The man felt his sexual organ beginning to assume a horizontal position. The girl was sitting on her heels, with a straight and graceful posture, skin white, smooth, flawless, with only a few small moles on her shoulder and to the right of her lower back. Her palm with thin, long fingers slid between her legs and a quiet, languid sigh was heard in the room. Kirill was about to take his cock in his hand, but accidentally scratched the door with his bracelet, causing the girl to shudder and, covering her breasts with one hand, opened her eyes and turned towards the door:
"Mom?!"
"Ahh, damn, idiot," the man cursed himself. "What now?" Kirill stuck half his face into the room.
"Hello, you must be Masha?"
The girl pulled the blanket over herself.
"Y...yes, and who are you?"
"I'm Kirill, very nice to meet you," the man tried to smile.
"Did you come with mom yesterday?"
"Yes, I honestly didn't even know she had a daughter, Masha, you're very beautiful, sorry that I'm here... this... I didn't mean to spy, I just heard the music, well, and here... accidentally."
"Thank you," Masha replied to the compliment, lowering her gaze to her feet.
Kirill slipped half his body into the room, though the right thing would have been to just leave.
"You were pleasuring yourself, right?" was the dumbest question he could have come up with.
"You won't tell mom about this, will you?" Masha blushed.
"No, no, why would I do that, it's a young person's thing... you probably don't have a boyfriend?"
The girl shook her head side to side.
"So you don't even know how it is... but anyway... aaa, sorry, I'm starting to talk nonsense, I saw you and got flustered like a schoolboy."
Masha smiled faintly and lowered her gaze to Kirill's erection. He noticed.
"Damn, awkward, well, this happens to men in the morning..."
"Always?"
"Well, yes, practically, the younger you are, the more often."
"And what do you do about it... well, to calm it down..."
"Nothing, what can you do, when you wake up with a girl in the morning, then you can somehow... otherwise it goes away on its own..."
"Is mom asleep?"
"Yeah, she wasn't feeling very well yesterday."
"So you didn't do anything?"
"Umm... nooo, it didn't work out somehow..."
The young beauty didn't take her eyes off his cock, and it treacherously refused to go down. A pause hung in the air, the perfect time to leave, but his legs wouldn't obey.
"Do you like me?"
"Of course, what kind of question is that, how could such a young, beautiful girl not be liked by an adult man who hasn't had... well, I mean, yes, I like you insanely, you're just sexy, your boyfriend will be lucky."
Masha lowered her hand, so one breast was exposed.
"Can you... do you want to... m... caress me?" the girl lowered her head and blushed deeply.
"A...a... you want that?!" in response to his question, the girl nodded.
Kirill closed the door and walked around the bed, sat behind her and placed his cool hands on her shoulders; Masha noticeably shuddered. He smelled her light scent, something vanilla-floral. The man, burying his nose in her hair, lowered his palms to her elbows and moved them to her waist. His cock tensed even more, jutting out strongly against his underwear. He took the girl's breasts in both hands and pressed her to himself, watching his actions in the mirror. He kissed her hair, neck, shoulders, back. Then he stood up, turned the girl towards him and laid her on her back. Spreading her straight legs, he saw a wet spot on her perfectly white panties. Masha lay with her eyes closed, arms crossed on her stomach. Kirill knelt by the bed and licked the spot, then again and again, each time the girl shuddered slightly. Finally, he pulled down her panties and greedily buried himself in her mound, covered with cute curly hairs. At some point, the girl's legs trembled and she tightly squeezed them, wrapping them around the head of her seducer. When the spasms subsided, Kirill stood up and pulled off his underwear, climbed on top and guided the head of his cock into the girl's opening with his hand. But the head bumped against something, unwilling to go further. "Come on, she's a virgin too." He increased the pressure, causing the girl's face to change slightly: she pursed her lips and furrowed her brows. Finally, the head broke through the hymen and slipped deeper; Masha shuddered loudly and arched her back. The muscles of her vagina tightly held his member, and when they relaxed a little, Kirill continued moving. The girl breathed quickly, sometimes emitting little squeaks, and the man, no matter how hard he tried, didn't last long, the long abstinence taking its toll. He abruptly pulled out the shaft and released a stream of warm semen onto Masha's flat stomach. Suddenly, Kirill felt so ashamed that he picked up his underwear and went to the bathroom, leaving the girl lying alone on the bed. She still hadn't opened her eyes. After the shower, the man still peeked into the room; Masha, covered with a blanket, was lying on her side, her back to the entrance.
Ekaterina was still sleeping. Kirill lay down next to her and dozed off.