Lyudmila
She wasn't some incredible beauty, but her boundless charm and temperament did the trick. About such women, they say she "smells of sex." We met on one of the dating sites. At first, we corresponded for about a week, and finally realized it was time to meet. We agreed to meet at a nearby supermarket. Luckily, we had seen each other's photos on the site. I saw her in person near the rows of lingerie and hosiery. She was wearing beautiful high-heeled shoes on her shapely, lovely legs in stockings, a white unbuttoned coat, under which a short skirt and a semi-transparent blouse were visible. I stood
to the side for a long time, afraid to approach, and admired her.She was picking up from the counter now fancy stockings with a tattoo pattern on the ankle, now stockings with a back seam, now lovely panties. Finally, she felt my gaze (or rather, as it turned out, she had noticed me long ago and was playing with my desires). Her name was Lyudmila (a beautiful name, and most importantly – rare). Lyuda turned, directing her beautiful huge eyes at me, smiled, and headed straight for me. Without any shyness, she said "Hi!", kissed and hugged me, and I gladly gave in. She was of small stature (my favorite size, as Eeyore would say), and I even had to bend down slightly. At the moment of the kiss, her hand instantly touched my hardened, excited member (I don't even know what caused it, but I was already ready to push her onto the floor).
"Oh-ho-ho, you're already ready!!! I'm even pleased by that!" she said. "What are we going to do about this problem?" I was taken aback, then pulled myself together (not literally, of course). I suggested buying groceries and cooking a delicious dinner together at my place. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed, as if she visits single men every day, and we headed to my place with bags full of groceries and wine.
I opened the door and let this little beautiful Goddess into my bachelor's den, admiring once more from behind her beautiful legs in stockings and heels.
I helped her take off her coat, shoes, put slippers on her feet, and escorted her to the room. I turned on the TV for her. Coming to the kitchen, unpacking the purchases, I started cooking. I stood at the table and chopped vegetables for a salad, fruit for the table. Suddenly, my body shuddered from a gentle touch; it was Lyuda quietly approaching from behind and kissing me on the lips.
Then her hands slid over my shoulders, chest, and stopped on the hard bulge of my pants. "You still haven't calmed down?" she said. "No, it's hard to be cold-blooded next to a woman like you!" I replied, not stopping cutting the food. She crouched down and slowly unzipped my fly. Gently helping with her hand, she freed from the captivity of my boxers the hardened-from-desire cock, which ended up right in front of her lips.
Her lips gently kissed the head, then let it into her tender mouth. I felt a light nibbling on my shaft and a nimble tongue wandering over the head. She began to move her head, gently but still firmly gripping my hardened tool, now plunging it to its full length, now leaving only the head. I was excited and stunned by such a sharp and quick start to the relationship. Then she ran her tongue along the entire length of my cock, lightly tickling my testicles with the tip of her tongue, continuing to caress with her small fist the already ready-to-explode member.
Her face lit up with a sly and satisfied smile. She licked the remnants of semen from the head of the cock, sucking for a while longer, holding it in her lips. Then, she licked her lips and swallowed this hot protein cocktail. I was delighted. I kissed her passionately on her lips, showing that I wanted to repay her in kind.
"Don't rush, please!" she stopped me. "First, feed me and eat yourself, the night will be stormy for you!" I agreed. We spent the evening at the table, talking and laughing, eating the prepared dinner, kissing, touching each other.
It was love!
The promise of a stormy night was fulfilled:
First, she again made my cock harden with her lips, then she took off her blouse, and I saw small but devilishly exciting breasts with erect nipples from excitement. I helped her unbutton her skirt; it slid down her lovely legs to her feet. I picked her up in my arms, kissed her gently, and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, I began to gently kiss her heels, enveloped in the thin black nylon of her stockings. My tongue ran along her sole, her toes. I began to move higher, kissing her instep, calf, knees. Her smooth skin and this thin nylon on her legs drove me crazy.
Finally, my lips were at the elastic of her stocking belt. I burned kisses on the bare inner side of her thigh. Soon, I sensed the sweet aroma of juice seeping from her moist bud. Her panties were wet. I moved them aside with my fingers and gently kissed the tiny clitoris crowning the entrance to this heavenly place. She let out a delightful moan. My tongue slid over the moist lips and began to penetrate inside. Trying to enter as deep as possible with it, I frantically caressed her clitoris, lips.
Lyuda lay before me, spread out, parting her beautiful legs, and I, with rapture, like a bee, greedily drank nectar from this bud. I began to penetrate her slit with my finger, and with my tongue caress her clitoris. My other hand gently stroked her delightfully small breasts and these magnificent nipples. Not even five minutes had passed when Lyudmila let out a cry of pleasure, so pleasing to the ear, and I felt that she came—her womb became wetter than ever.
We kissed. Tenderness enveloped both of us. Our bodies intertwined into one single lump of love. Because my lady love was satisfied, my cock only grew stronger. I was lying on my back. And Lyuda, slowly lowering herself, let in the pleading, hardened penis. And, oh my god, it was as if she hadn't come before. Soon, increasing the pace, she forcefully impaled herself on my cock, and frantically screaming, she came. We came simultaneously. Her womb became wet from my sperm and her juice. The air smelled of this love cocktail. Lyuda fell onto my shoulder, we kissed.
Several more times we indulged in lovemaking. I entered her mouth, caressing her clitoris in the 69 position, penetrated her pussy, throwing her beautiful legs in stockings over my shoulders. With what pleasure I kissed them. Even now, I would gladly cover this body, these breasts, lips, pussy, hands, legs with sweet, hot kisses again and again.
That was our first date, our first night!