Alia Sophia Loren
Recently, I got divorced from my wife, and the only thing I wanted most was to quickly forget those three worthless years of my life. I quit weed, and alcohol was never particularly pleasant for me anyway, so the only thing that truly helped was socializing with people, especially women. I didn't disdain anyone and tried to get as much pleasant and useful experience as possible. Naturally, the true reason for this communication was sex. A few times, I went out with my old female friends, but I lacked the courage, or perhaps the skill, to take things to that level. It seemed like the years of marriage had somehow set me back. I remembered how I used to just take
girls, without asking them anything and leaving no chance. From the outside, such sex looked like rape, but only for its first moments.That evening, an old friend of mine invited me for a walk, let's call her Nina. Nina was a bit younger than me, though she looked noticeably older. You could easily give her close to thirty, and her Sophia Loren-esque image was to blame. She certainly attracted men, especially more mature and experienced ones. Walking with her, I noticed their dumb, persistent stares in her direction more than once. She had a beautiful, well-groomed face with sensual, full lips and expressively made-up eyes. She wasn't thin, but is that a minus? She regularly played tennis, which allowed her to maintain a decent physical shape. And what was most valuable to me about her was her white, delicate skin and the sweet, feminine scent that lingered in the air after her for a while, like a miracle.
She looked very bright, even vulgar to some, but at the same time, not tacky and with taste. Her image exuded individuality, self-sufficiency, inner strength, and an authoritative character. She loved theaters very much and had participated in all school plays since school. Now, at 23, she had two higher educations and worked in a university in a managerial position. But many men also shy away from such women, dreaming of them in secret. With me, it wasn't quite like that, partly because we had known each other since school, where I noticed a girl not yet dressed in that image, so, I think, she valued our communication. I, however, was afraid to let her know again that I wasn't indifferent to her, because in those distant school years, she carefully broke up with me, remaining friends, which became a small tragedy for me.
Our evening began with a walk in the park. Communicating with her was always pleasant and easy; we laughed a lot, as if competing in wit. Time flew quickly, and we didn't even notice it getting dark and colder. Confidently, I threw my jacket over her shoulders and, sensing reciprocity, decided to put my arm around her. At one point, standing by the lake, it seemed to me that she pressed herself against me so closely that we should kiss, but I didn't dare take that step.
The walk was coming to an end, and I felt that both of us hadn't had enough time. I walked her home, and she invited me upstairs, which, in general, had happened before. Nina lived with her mother, who, ironically, was her complete opposite. Sometimes we invited her mother to sit with us, but I understood that this time promised to be different. We sat alone in her room, drinking tea and chatting about some nonsense. My hand smoothly slid along her back and neck. "She still doesn't mind," I thought. Suddenly deciding, I unexpectedly pulled her towards me and kissed her. She tried to say something like, "well, here we go," but those words dissolved between our lips. She reciprocated, but deliberately doing so hesitantly, which I took as a call to action. I held her head firmly, knowing she was one of those who prefers roughness to tenderness. Moving lower, I continued to passionately kiss her neck. From pleasure, Nina threw her head back and began to breathe heavily, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically and smoothly. Suddenly, she came to her senses and started babbling: "this is all somehow wrong..."
Pulling away from her, I finally raised my eyes and saw something new: a completely different Nina was sitting before me. Her ironclad image was shattered and destroyed; she had weakened and turned into a female; there was softness and pliability in her voice, and she didn't want to stop; she was begging for continuation. I forcefully pushed her onto the bed and began to kiss her passionately, roaming my free hand over her thighs. She still occasionally tried to insert her disapproving phrases, the true meaning of which I had long since deciphered. Not letting her fully come to her senses, I reached under her dress. Nina was a well-groomed girl in all places, as I had already managed to learn. I was only surprised by how tight she was inside. I started touching her pussy, and Nina began to move her hips in time with my hand, so that soon our movements turned into a single dance. Everything happened so rapidly that within a minute, her sighs had already turned into moans.
I adore watching women's faces when they come, and with her, it was special, because you don't get to make a 60s Italian actress come with your fingers every day, which, of course, was even more arousing. Thanks to our past conversations, I knew that Nina was no longer a girl and had considerable experience in love affairs. Moreover, I still had a small debt to her for that school offense.
Without much ceremony, with my free hand, I unzipped my fly, feeling her hand near my cock. Freeing my cock, I took her by the hair and directed her head towards it. She offered not the slightest resistance, doing everything as if playing a well-rehearsed role, which greatly surprised me. "Is it really that simple?" I thought. From so many harsh inconsistencies in my head regarding her and everything happening, very soon I felt that I was about to come and said that she would have to swallow everything. She deeply took the cock in, something few before her had managed, and I started finishing in her throat. It seemed to me that it was the longest orgasm I had ever experienced. But for her, everything happening seemed to be a matter of course; she swallowed everything, then got up slightly and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue. That completely blew my mind. We had been communicating for years, regularly texting, even reading poetry to each other, and now I had simply filled her mouth with sperm, and she swallowed it with such an expression as if it were a piece of tiramisu. I knew that in ten minutes I would want sex again, so, after slightly diluting the evening with conversation, we repeated everything once more. Only after that did I remember that her mother had been watching TV on the other side of the wall all this time, and that, knowing her curiosity, we should have been more careful.
Leaving, we talked for another 5 minutes about universities and admissions with her mother, while Nina stood with her arms folded, occasionally joining the conversation. I knew she wanted a relationship, and I was running from them. Thanking them for the evening, I headed home, dancing, loudly repeating song lyrics in my headphones, and a silly smile didn't leave my face, with which I felt so light at heart.