American

 — Hello!

I turned around. A man around 35 was sitting on a stool at the bar counter in front of me. He didn't make much of an impression at first glance.

 — Hello! — I replied.

A small conversation in English started. He said I was very beautiful and he would like to invite me for coffee tomorrow. I was a bit suspicious of his words. Such offers often came my way, but it was the first time from a foreigner. Who knows what's on his mind. With Russians, everything is written on their faces, but his face was almost impenetrable, like a mask. I said OK, gave him a piece of paper, he wrote his phone number, the place, and the meeting time on it. I looked

at the returned scrap of cellulose. The place was crowded and the time — 1 p.m.

Three minutes later, his stool lost its "passenger," and I was left slightly bewildered about what to think of it all.

The next day arrived…

Time was passing, and I still hadn't made a decision. Deciding that nothing terrible would happen, I got ready and left the house. I needed to figure it all out right away. The bus was taking forever, and when it finally came, it turned out that the half of the bridge I needed to cross was closed due to some competition.

I walked, thankfully it wasn't far. I walked, feeling nervous.

Here he is, approaching, touching my cheek with his, and pulling back with a soft sound.

 — Privet!

 — Privet! — I answered.

A slight awkwardness. That day, we walked a lot, chatted about abstract topics, walked all over the center of St. Petersburg on foot. When the awkwardness subsided a bit, he suggested going to a cafe for coffee and a snack.

I looked at him and tried to understand, what do you want, why did you invite me…

Before I knew it, we were at his place. A great apartment, in a true European style, not how Russians usually imagine it. Coffee, conversations, coffee, conversations.

He touched my hand, I flinched. I tried to pull away, but not sharply.

Then followed seemingly accidental touches to my hands and knees. But not pushy.

I realized it was time to leave. He's married, I have a boyfriend, and just... In his behavior, there was a clear lack of understanding of how to act. As if his decision wasn't ready yet.

I put on my shoes, he sees me out. I pretend I urgently need to help someone. Then, unexpectedly, with a tiger-like leap, he sharply approaches and kisses me on the lips, I respond. Carefully, as if afraid to scare me, but confidently. God, no one has ever kissed me so tenderly in my life. Time stopped…

When he pulled away, I realized it was hard for me to stand. But the legend must be maintained. I really did leave. I spent the whole evening examining my conflicting feelings.

I understood it wasn't right, but my body thought otherwise. Just the memories of that kiss caused convulsions in my body. Even slight touches of my fingers to the hottest spot caused a storm of emotions and almost instantly, sweet waves of orgasm rolled through my entire body and overwhelmed me.

In the morning, already with a "firm decision" not to go further, I went to visit him. Strange, isn't it? Why go to someone's home if you don't want anything from them?

As soon as his lips were near mine, my legs began to buckle. Something similar had happened to me before, but never to this extent.

He made me coffee, and I trembled like a rabbit before a boa constrictor.

My body decided everything for me. It was like an obsession. I simply couldn't leave, couldn't move from the spot. And yet, I felt very calm, I felt safe. His kisses promised me endless pleasure, safety, and tenderness. They seemed to tell me that nothing would happen if I didn't want it. And that was the truth.

What girl could resist such an approach.

Mostly, Russian men operate on the principle of "wearing down."

But here, he did nothing to push me towards any decision, he simply waited. And then I just collapsed, decided let whatever happens, happen.

He seemed to hear my thoughts. We drank coffee, and I was already shaking with excitement.

He pretended not to notice. That made me shake even more. Something inside me pulsed, tightened.

We ended up on the sofa. He wasn't insistent, but he was confident. At that moment, I was more like his willing toy. He stroked my body, touched my skin very gently, touched my hair.

I simply basked in his caresses. He laid me on top of him. My hands trembled. I felt his tension. I felt my power over him and simultaneously his power over me.

We were clothed. I touched his body with my sliding movements, lifted and lowered my buttocks onto his hot crotch again.

We kissed, he stroked my back, hair, touched my buttocks. And here's the first button of my shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned my clothes. I took off my shirt and was left in just jeans. I hurried to correct the injustice and took off his T-shirt. Now his hands wandered all over my body. I trembled, continuing the same sliding movements over his body with mine. My tense nipples touched his chest and stomach. He groaned softly, and pulling me to him, took my nipple into his mouth. I simply flew away…

Everything was a bit like a performance, with a script, and everything went according to plan, his plan.

His breath on my neck, chest, stomach, made me tremble even more, experiencing new, more intense sensations. We turned over, and I was under him, completely defenseless, small, and very aroused by his actions.

His hands descended lower and lower, and now, having discarded false modesty, touched the very-very spot through my jeans. I arched, tossed from side to side.

He pulled off my jeans. He clearly doesn't want to rush, wants to bring me to the edge. I love being teased. I'm lying in just panties, he strokes my legs, feet, goes higher, the outer surface of my thighs, then the inner.

I'm not just trembling anymore, I'm shaking, I can't take it anymore. He guessed…

Takes me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom, lays me on the bed, the cold sheets don't bring relief, quite the opposite. A kiss, his lips slowly, unhurriedly cover the inner surface of my thighs with kisses. Carefully pulls off my panties. The view of my completely hairless pussy is revealed. He clearly likes the sight. He runs his finger along my lips, not deep, teasing.

 — Very tender.

He spreads my legs a little and touches my already very wet labia with his lips.

I'm simply dying from his tenderness, his little tongue fluttering over my pussy.

Only my cries, moans, and the sound of deep breathing.

He likes it. He intensifies his grip, and I can't bear it anymore, I come right there in front of his face. Unconsciously, I squeeze his head with my legs and arch. More, More… I fall into oblivion…

He slowed the pace but didn't stop. Just gave me a chance to enjoy it. After a few minutes, I was back in the game.

A condom.

His hot body loomed over me. His hips between mine. But even now, he's in no hurry. Caresses my pussy with his cock now, presses it against the entrance, applies a little pressure, and immediately switches to other parts of my pussy. Presses his cock against my clitoris, I scream again…

And here's the moment when I'm already on the edge, and his cock is still outside. My vagina is flowing with juices and simply begs for mercy…

 — Please, I can't stand it anymore, — escapes from my lips. I can't believe I said that.

 — You want me to fuck your girl?

From that phrase, I simply start to choke.

My moans became his answer…

He makes a circle with his cock around the entrance to my vagina.

… a second… and…

As soon as he was inside, I was shaken by a simply fiery orgasm, I squeezed his strong shoulders with my hands. God, what tender skin he has. He pressed my palms into his and pressed me into the bed with all his weight. He leaned on his palms against mine. And my orgasm still didn't end. He moved carefully, stopping now and then, probably wanting to delay his own end. At that moment. Stopped again, let me feel how my wet, hot vagina contracts around his cock.

I gave myself to him with all my passion. I truly gave myself, another word would be untrue…

A flip, now I was on my knees, my butt towards him. He entered again, and again began his dance. If I hadn't seen his cock, I would have said it was simply huge, it seemed to fill me completely. He moved, I moved with him, pushed my butt towards him, arched. My breasts lightly slid over the sheet, and his balls slapped against my pussy. I was covered by an orgasm again. I tightened up completely and fell silent!!!, bathing in my sensations.

He felt it.

 — Scream, scream, I want to hear how good it is for you with me.

Another orgasm… Moans, sobs. I'm losing consciousness…

I woke up from my still pulsating vagina. I was lying on his shoulder, I don't even know how it happened.

He stroked my hair and held me close. My gaze slid over his body. He still hadn't come!!! His cock was still hard.

Gathering my last strength, I thought I should thank the man, stroking his body, I started descending lower, exploring everything in my path with my lips and tongue.

I rubbed my face against his thighs, stroked his stomach with my hair, breathed and blew on his skin. He likes it. I wanted to put all the tenderness I had into my lips and tongue.

I kissed his shaved!!! pubic area and balls and slowly approached the guest of honor.

I licked, sucked, took all his tenderness into my mouth. As I said before, his cock was quite small, so it easily entered my mouth. I showed all my inventiveness, wanting to make this man feel as good as he had never felt with anyone before. Even now, giving him a blowjob, I gave myself to him, I was all his from head to toe. He comes in my mouth, with moans. I love it so much when men moan with pleasure, it means the task is completed))) I swallow, suck out the last drops of his nectar. He looks at me with such tenderness and gratitude that I even wanted to be with him somewhere in another world, where there is neither his wife with two children nor my boyfriend. But in reality, this is, alas, impossible…

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