A moment that wanted to become eternity
A short impressionistic story about something that is never destined to happen...
Anna is a young, plump, blonde girl with a little belly. Lightly made-up eyes, shiny lips. Always in a tight-fitting tank top with a neckline and an appetizing view of her third-size breasts. Next to her, Oleg's voice would somehow disappear, his thoughts would get jumbled, his gaze would linger on the neckline, then flee to her shapely legs, and then shyly return to the neckline. It took great willpower not to stare at the appetizing Anya. She laughs often and shoots playful glances with her eyes. And how could one not watch the departing girl, that round little butt.
Sigh... alas, but married Oleg could only dream a little and drool. It wouldn't go any further, because Oleg is a married man.It was the end of the workday. Someone quickly slipped into the auditorium. Oleg turned around and "It can't be!" — it was her, Anna!
— I see you're here alone so late... — Anna said cheerfully — I thought, let me drop by, maybe say goodbye!?
In surprise, Oleg even half-rose, and to not look foolish — stood up completely, came out from behind the desk, and smiled broadly at the charming girl. Words didn't want to come out of his disobedient and numb mouth. "How can this be! Her! Herself! Came to me!"... Joy and a kind of timid fear simultaneously tore at poor Oleg.
— Hello, Anna!… — Oleg replied with the same foolish, broad smile. And to not drag out the pause, he continued — How were your classes!? Very tired?
— Oh no, not really — the girl sat on the desk very close to the man, so close that Oleg could smell her intoxicating perfume. — And how was work for you?
— Yeah, work was good… — the girl leaned slightly, displaying her enticing neckline. The direction of Oleg's gaze was perfectly clear to the girl.
— And where are you looking!? — Anna asked in a playful tone. Oleg was embarrassed at first, but then perked up and looked at Anna challengingly:
— It's just that you're such a pretty girl, I couldn't help but stare — Oleg rattled off in one breath.
— Really!? — the girl asked again, tilting her head slightly to the side. But Oleg didn't answer anything. Anna sighed disappointedly, stood up, and turned towards the exit — oh well, I won't distract you anymore. I'll go. Goodbye!
— Goodb… — Oleg began to say, but then the man's gaze froze again on the neat, round, convex butt, the slender legs, and some unknown force pushed Oleg forward. The man abruptly approached the girl from behind and began to embrace the so-desired female body with his hands. To press this wonderful butt closer, tighter against himself. His hands quickly slid over the girl's body on their own, to fondle the young breasts, lift the tank top, and run over the belly. The girl only let out a quiet cry of surprise, but then fell silent. Anna's breathing quickened, a slight tremor ran through the flexible female body in the man's embrace, and the girl responded to the touches and caresses; between the round halves of her butt, something hard could be felt, protruding through the man's pants, her legs were giving way on their own, and in the hot embrace, she wanted to drown, losing herself, losing memory and the sense of time.
Meanwhile, the man's hot hands grew bolder and more active in exploring the yielding female flesh: one hand boldly squeezed Anna's round breast under her bra, and the other snaked down her belly to lightly touch the wet lips in the warm and already damp panties.
— Mmm… — the girl either moaned or groaned. Oleg distracted himself from the girl's breasts for just a moment to quickly slam the door shut with one hand and click the lock, after which the man continued to caress and embrace the young girl. Not even a minute passed before Oleg, now completely emboldened, pushed Anna towards the nearest desk, unceremoniously pulled her tight-fitting athletic pants down along with her panties, holding her by the small of her back with one hand, pressing forcefully on Anna's back with the other so that the girl had to bend over and brace herself against the desk with her hands.
Another dozen seconds, and the man pulls down his pants just enough to release his hardened, firm member. The few moments seemed like a terrible eternity to the girl, because any second now, the aroused and uncontrollable, yet so exciting Oleg would pierce her, enter and would… "Aaaah" — unable to hold back from the sharp penetration — the girl groaned. No, it didn't hurt. The young and moist womb easily accepted Oleg's "fighter." But so unexpectedly, so sharply, waves of new sensations, a flood of impressions overwhelmed the girl's head. Trying not to scream, the girl tightly clenched her lips, only occasionally letting out a suppressed moan.
Meanwhile, Oleg, now completely at ease, began to move methodically inside the hot girl's womb. At first slowly, but as deep as possible, so that the head of his penis entered the hot and feverish vagina, so that his member would hit something inside the girl, so he could thrust with force again and try to go even deeper. Then the movements became rhythmic and fast. Oleg ruffled the girl's golden hair with his hands, then grabbed it in a death grip to "bend" the girl even more. Anna arched like a bow, her hands were more clinging than holding onto the desk, to somehow maintain balance, and the tender female butt was impaling itself more and more on the male member.
Oleg began to move even faster, loud slaps of the male body against Anna's wet butt began to echo through the auditorium. And then Oleg felt a hot wave pass through his entire being and shoot right into Anna, into this appetizing, hot girl. The man came like never before in his life. The grip of his hands weakened, Oleg pressed the girl against himself by the small of her back, trying to pour his seed even deeper. Anna herself, powerless, lay chest-down on the desk.
The girl still felt a whole cosmos of impressions: how the hot member left her womb, after which it felt somehow empty and cold; how something fluid and warm, like sticky jelly, began to flow abundantly from her vagina, dripping down and sliding along her legs leaving cold, wet "trails"; how the strong male hands, which had bruised and so hotly caressed her body at the same time, had left her; and how some strange feeling, something bitter, hurtful, and sour mixed with the bright and burning sensation…
Oleg stepped back from the girl still lying on the desk, looked with surprise mixed with powerlessness and emptiness at Anna's still attractive butt, and at the white seed flowing out of the girl. Part of the man's consciousness was horrified by what he had done, but at that moment, the terrible thoughts seemed something distant and unreal…
Right now, it was simply good, and there was this brief moment before the impending shame, despair, and something even more terrible. And this moment was beautiful. He wanted this moment to be eternal. This moment would remain in the lovers' memory forever and would visit their heads in moments of sweet solitude, in moments of deep thought, and, sometimes, in the brightest and most colorful dreams!