Yulia — 2
As I expected, Yulia didn't recognize me, especially in the evening.
"Who are you?" asked Yulia, accepting my bouquet.
"I am the one who fell in love with you at first sight," I confidently began the conversation.
"Allow me to introduce myself," I took her hand and lowered my torso (according to etiquette, a man kisses the hand of an unfamiliar girl by bowing himself, and only when the girl raises her hand for the kiss does the man not bow).
After giving my name, I suggested we go into the club to the table I had reserved in advance, and also suggested we switch to using the informal "you." At that moment, I touched the skin of the object of my inspiration with my lips for the first time, and my heart almost stopped...
and so it went on."What if I'm not free?" Yulia smiled.
"That doesn't matter! I'm ready to die for just one evening with you!" I continued to parry her questions, impressing her with my fitness and elegance (as best I could, of course).
"Well, okay, you asked for it," she said, starting to move towards the club.
"Let's see what kind of cucumber you are," Yulia continued to joke in a playful manner.
We entered the club and sat at a table slightly secluded from everyone else. Music was playing, there were still few people, but more were starting to arrive and occupy the free tables.
"Where do you know me from?" Yulia began to interrogate me jokingly.
"I saw you at the clinic, and it was as if Cupid's arrow pierced me," I answered her. "I don't know what happened, but I fell in love with you."
"How old are you, anyway?" Yulia suddenly asked. She was clearly older than me, though not by much. I also realized that she didn't even remember me from yesterday, the meeting in the clinic corridor, the question about the toilet. I was simply invisible to her, which saddened me a little.
"I think that's not important," I began confidently. "Love conquers all ages." Understanding that this could be a problem, of course, and having calculated it in advance, I took a case from my breast pocket, opened it, and handed it to Yulia.
In the case was a gold chain with a pendant in the shape of two doves.
"This is for you, purely as a friend, without any obligations. After all, we're just getting acquainted, and I'm not hinting at anything," I explained to Yulia, as if justifying myself, showing that she shouldn't be modest and refuse the gift. She smiled at me.
"Free cheese..." she began.
"No, no, what are you saying? You can just get up and leave right now. I'm not asking for anything in return. I'm just..." I continued. "If you leave, I'll just die, that's all."
"Okay, live," she cut me off, smiling at me.
I stood up, went behind her back, took the chain from the case, and put this chain with the pendant around her neck.
She straightened her neck, thereby accepting the gift. At that time, our table was already set.
"Well then," Yulia began first, unexpectedly for me, "shall we toast to our acquaintance, cavalier?"
I poured wine for myself and for her, which Yulia had chosen.
I also decided, to please her, to drink whatever my Lady of the heart (that's what I decided to call her to myself) would drink.
"Where did you steal the poems from? Or did you compose them yourself?" Yulia asked, holding a glass of wine in her hands.
"Myself," I answered. "As soon as I saw you, I composed them. I fell in love and wrote all night, remembering your unearthly beauty." I was pouring honey into Yulia's ears.
This was not difficult to do because it was the truth, both about her beauty and about my love for her (or infatuation).
We continued to drink a little, eat snacks. The music became louder and louder, the dance floor began to fill up, and we were already dancing, giving ourselves over to ecstasy.
During a slow dance, I had already felt up Yulia's ass, or rather her firm nut, stroked her shoulders, whispered to her about her beauty and my feelings.
"But there won't be any sex," Yulia sang, as if in Comedy Club, and sitting down at the table, she raised her glass, clinking it with mine. "And don't hope for it."
"I was only hoping to scream," I answered, smiling (I had to shout to hear each other over the loud music in the hall).
"Whaaat?" Yulia asked again, or rather shouted back, leaning her beautiful ear towards me.
"There is such a sex," I shouted into her ear.
"What kind?" she loudly asked back into my ear, seeing that I was joking and trying to catch the meaning of the joke.
"Screaming sex," I continued.
"What kind? What kind?" she laughed, but her eyes didn't understand the essence of the joke.
"Well, when they scream, then..." I continued.
"Oh, oral! Like I remembered."
"Exactly, oral, from the word 'to scream' (orat')," I smiled at her, looking into her eyes.
"Ha ha ha," she laughed.
"Well, only if you scream yourself, and only you," understanding the joke, she joined the dialogue.
"I'm already screaming!" I shouted.
"And you're screaming! So the sex has already started!" I continued to talk nonsense, but this nonsense amused her, and she said I was cool and funny.
"What do you even do? Where do you work?" she asked me.
"In the service sector," I dodged.
"Well, and how are the services?" Yulia continued the questioning jokingly.
"Do you manage to serve well?" she smiled.
"To orgasm, mostly," I joked, but at the same time I was practically telling the truth.
"Do you scream often?" she laughed.
"Quite often," I laughed too.
"Can't do without it," I spread my hands.
"In general, in our line of work, sucking up is necessary, and there's no way without it," I continued.
Already in the next slow dance, Yulia and I merged in a sweet kiss. Her lips were both soft and firm at the same time. Some unknown force was carrying me somewhere to the heavens, as in a dream, and I didn't want to wake up. And so as not to fly away and wake up, I held onto Yulia tightly.
After another dance, when we were back at the table, Yulia received a text message. After reading it, she asked me:
"Do you mind if my friend joins us?" she shouted into my ear, leaning closer to me.
To be honest, it hit me like a hammer to the head. I probably experienced clinical death imagining how her friend Nastya would see us and what would happen next, but I couldn't refuse Yulia. Nodding affirmatively, I said that of course I didn't mind.
At the same time, my brain started working out escape routes from the club to avoid meeting her friend Nastya, although she didn't even say which friend wanted to join us or what her name was, but I was sure it was Nastya.
After I gave my consent, she started typing something on her phone, and then:
"No, she can't make it," she shouted to me again.
I smiled and exhaled joyfully (dodged a bullet).
Around two in the morning, we were already in a taxi with her (I was seeing her home).
In the taxi, she and I were quite charged from the dancing, music, alcohol, and not only that. She had a gorgeous bouquet of roses in her hands.
We were already merging in a passionate kiss in the taxi. I hugged her, squeezed her breasts, slipped my hand between her legs, felt how wet she was. She was in an elegant suit, and I didn't dare (didn't rush things) to put my hand in her pants, but stroked and massaged her pussy through them. And yet, I waited and was rewarded with her offer:
"Come to my place," she whispered, continuing to kiss with her eyes rolled back, offering me her gorgeous neck.
"We'll have coffee at night," she said passionately in that velvety voice that had been haunting me lately, all the time since that incident in the sauna when I first met my Yulia.
"That's an excellent idea," I whispered back to her, not stopping kissing and whispering sweet words about her gorgeous body into her ears.
Entering the apartment, as soon as the door slammed shut, right in the hallway, we pounced on each other as if we had been waiting for this moment forever.
Both she and I took off each other's and our own clothes, throwing them on the floor, not stopping kissing and hugging.
I understood that no warm-up was required for her body anymore. My dick was also standing at attention.
Completely naked, I pressed her back against the wall, lifted her left leg onto my forearm (onto my bent arm at the elbow), and entered her excited, wet, slippery, small (tight) vagina. Because of this, Yulia threw her head back, turned it slightly to the side, and began to breathe rapidly and moan.
"You little rascal," she whispered affectionately. "So you got your way."
She hugged my shoulders. "I'll leave you without teeth if anything," she hissed erotically into my ear, biting it.
"I'll die without you," I reciprocated, continuing the lambada dance, penetrating her flesh deeper and deeper.
"I love you," I answered her incoming "threats."
Her womb seemed to squeeze my dick like a fist; apparently, she had very well-trained vaginal muscles.
I fell even more in love with her (as if that were possible).
I held back strongly, not wanting to cum and turn out to be a quick shot.
I already had experience in this, and when I was close to finishing, I would simply pull out my dick and change positions (usually I changed my position, or rather, swapped my dick for my tongue and back, constantly alternating them, continuing an almost uninterrupted fuck, and this could last for several hours).
However, I didn't want to please Yulia with my tongue just yet or seem like an ordinary pussy-licker, so I decided to change her positions, giving my excited dick a little break and relieving the tension of the impending climax.
Pulling out my dick, I released and lowered her leg, turned Yulia with her back to me, and pressed her head against the wall.
She rested her hands slightly above her head, bending them at the elbows, arched her back, and presented her pussy to me.
Taking my dick in my hand, I inserted it, plunging it completely into her slippery womb, and continued the lambada dance, holding my dance partner by the hips from behind.
Yulia swayed for me, moving her ass from side to side. I heard her calling me a miracle, but I sent these compliments back, saying that the miracle was actually her, and I was just a guy who had won a multi-billion dollar lottery.
Yulia started to cum, not screaming too loudly, biting her hands and arching her back. I, not letting her go, still spun her on my dick, but at the same time understanding that now I could cum too.
I concentrated on myself and, catching the rhythm I needed, shot, having first pulled out my dick and jerking it off onto Yulia's buttocks.
Semen flowed down her buttock and thigh, dripping in a viscous mass onto the floor.
Almost exhausted, I sat down on a chair that was in the hallway.
Yulia, still holding onto the wall, slid down to her knees, closing them, and sat like that, resting her cheek.
I couldn't see her face; I only saw her gorgeous naked body and dark, disheveled hair. On the floor were traces of our shared love.