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Greetings, dear girl. And this time, I am addressing you directly again. I am often asked — why do I write all sorts of obscenities and post them on the Internet? How real are my stories? About reality, I will answer evasively. Here you are on the border of two worlds. Your reality and my story. Sometimes I wander into the secluded corners of your consciousness, sometimes I brazenly burst into your memories. But most often, these stories remain entertainment for you and me, an opportunity to speak out, to boast, and... to get acquainted.
these are requests for new stories, wishes. Often they ask for photos, send their favorite porn (by the way, there's no need to do that — the mailbox quickly swells and breaks), sometimes they argue. But a couple of weeks ago, a completely unusual letter arrived. It had only 2 lines:"Hello. My name is Natasha. Tell me, are your stories true or are you just having fun on the Internet?"
Not particularly expecting anything, I replied with an evasive, routine phrase and forgot about the correspondence. But, to my surprise, the next morning I found a second letter:
"I've always dreamed of finding a guy with imagination. Are you married? What's your story?"
What do you think a physically healthy guy should write in response to such obvious interest in his person? Or even — what should he think? Right. I asked her for a photo and thought that young boys were pranking me. And also, I immediately asked where my admirer lived. Maybe it sounds strange, but why get to know a girl living 1000 km away from me? Or even a distant 100. No, I can't say I haven't been charmed by young ladies, haven't invited girls, say, from Samara for the weekend, or haven't offered a sweet and bright innocent girl (hello, Sveta) from Vladivostok to stay over at my place for May Day. I'm also quite ready to travel and can cover those 100km. But the main question is — what for?
The next morning, I was greeted by the following letter:
"Moscow, Brateevo, 21 years old."
And a photo was attached to the letter. Now I will try to describe the girl who appeared in it. The photo was taken in an ordinary apartment. A carelessly made bed with white sheets. On it, leaning slightly back against the wall, sat a pretty and young girl. She was wearing a man's shirt, which clearly emphasized the erect nipples on her small breasts. And also, from under it, long and slender legs peeked out, and the edge of white panties was slightly visible. Everything was very seductive! What I liked most was her face and... the smoothness of her skin. You know, I get very aroused by femininity, softness, warmth, the pleasant smell of a clean girl's body. And here, all of that instantly appeared in my imagination and I really wanted to possess her!
"On a website selling pornography," came the reply. "I was reading stories about lesbian sex there and came across your story."
"Strange, but I don't know anything about that site. Listen, but I don't have stories about embracing girls. Why me then?"
"It's all simple here," she continued, "your stories are full of imagination. My life is so dull that I'm looking for a dream, madness, lust, and unrestrained sex here, which I lack in reality."
"Thank you, I'm very pleased. Please, tell me as much as possible about yourself," here I began to act decisively. "After all, if you wrote, then at the very least, you want to get acquainted, and maybe even meet."
"Sen," came the reply, "tell me, is that really your photo? I don't believe it!"
So, after a couple of phrases, we agreed to meet this week to have coffee at my place. Honestly — I was looking forward to that day with impatience. No, I wasn't sure there would be sex, or that we would like each other at first sight, but I prepared for this meeting with great enthusiasm.
Girls, have you ever wondered — what does an average guy do before meeting a girl? I have friends who do nothing, there are those who think you need to drink a little for courage. Personally, I simply cleaned the house, washed the floors, dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the bathtub. Strange, but in the modern world, a guy has to be able to do everything himself. No, I'm not complaining, I'm boasting! Then I took care of my body. A bath, manicure, intimate grooming, good cologne, and new underwear. Sounds like overkill? But my opinion is that it's always nice to be with someone well-groomed, tasty, and tidy. So I never regret the time and effort spent on this.
And now the most exciting moment — the first meeting. We agreed to meet at the metro. Exactly at the appointed time, I was waiting for her at the exit. I admit, I was a little nervous. But, as it turned out, completely in vain. Maybe she looked a little older than I expected, but definitely seductive. The photo couldn't determine her height, but Natasha turned out to be petite, slender. She smelled delicious, her clothes had style. The first fleeting glance, the first smile. I took her hand and led her to the car. It's about a 15-minute drive from the nearest metro to my house, and we chatted like real friends the whole way. True, the topics were also quite friendly: cars, music, movies, fashion.
"Come in, Natash," I said, opening the door.
"Wow, I didn't expect this," she said, entering the hallway. "I thought everything would be standard for a single guy, but there's so much free space and it's so cozy."
She started taking off her jacket, turning and looking at the mirror.
"Let me help you," I said, touching her. "I'll be happy to take care of you."
I sort of accidentally touched her shoulders, hugged her slightly, took the jacket, and turned away to hang it up. Natasha came close to the mirror, stood next to it, and thoughtfully looked at my reflection.
"Natash, are you nervous?"
"Should I be nervous, Sen?" the girl asked, looking intently into my eyes.
I often hear questions that don't require an answer, and this was clearly one of them. Any word could be used against me, any gesture could sow doubt, and a slight delay could simply offend. So I just kissed her. My lips touched her lips, I could smell her breath. But I wasn't in a hurry to be pushy. And only when she leaned towards me with her whole body, when her mouth opened slightly and a warm tongue darted out, only then did I surrender to my sensations, feelings, and desires. Our hands wandered over each other's bodies, at first timidly, touching the usual places, but a moment later I grew bolder. I touched her neck, hair, stroked her back, and when I reached her buttocks and gently squeezed them, a barely audible moan escaped Natasha.
"Let's take off our shoes and go in," I suggested.
"Yes, of course."
Her cheeks turned pink, her lips trembled slightly, and in her eyes, I read such a range of passions and emotions that I simply couldn't look away.
We went to the kitchen. I sat her at the table, and I started making coffee. No, right now, I didn't feel like drinking. It seems to me that even after such a surge of passion as we had when entering the house, a girl needs to settle in, look around. And over a cup of coffee, you can chat nicely and get to know each other a little. While the water was heating in the cezve, I ran to the room, changed from street clothes into home shorts and a T-shirt. That's how I appeared before my guest. Everyone has clothes in which they feel confident. And I was calm about this outfit. I tried to create a feeling of a homey boy, a calm atmosphere for Natasha, to emphasize my figure, my butt. And, it seems, it worked. While I was busy at the stove, adding milk and cinnamon to the coffee, I constantly felt her gaze on me.
"Natash, do you like hairy male bellies?" I asked, approaching her closely.
"Never thought about it," she answered, squinting slyly.
"Give me your hand," I said.
She extended her hand, which I immediately slipped under my T-shirt.
"Wow! I've never had a man like this," said Natasha.
She stroked my stomach, pressed against me, kissed it, and hugged me. This made my heart beat faster, and my cock noticeably tented my loose clothing.
"Oh, we forgot about the coffee!" I exclaimed, embarrassed, carefully extricated myself, and slipped away to the stove.
The foam on the coffee had already started to rise, so I took the cezve off the heat, took a couple of ice cubes from the refrigerator, and put them in the coffee.
"Why the ice?" Natasha asked in surprise.
"So the coffee grounds settle to the bottom and don't get in the way. That's how they made coffee in my family. I brought the beans from Cuba, and the recipe I learned from my grandmother. I guarantee you haven't tasted coffee like this in any coffee shop," saying this, I quickly took candies and cheese from the cupboard, poured the coffee into cups, and put it on the table. "Natash, it's so hot here, and you won't mind if I run and take off my T-shirt? That won't embarrass you?"
"No, I'm not that shy a girl at all, I found you on the Internet, didn't I?"
"How beautiful it is," she whispered.
Natasha gently pulled me to her, licked the very tip of my erect organ. With one hand, she hugged my butt, and with the other, she gently took my balls. Then she raised her eyes, smiled, and without further words, began to slowly, slowly take my cock into her mouth. Apparently, she had taken a couple of sips of hot coffee, so the head felt very hot. Then Natasha continued to surprise me. She took the cock deeper into her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic area. Now she started moving, gradually speeding up the pace. A couple of times she allowed herself to rest, letting my hero out of her mouth, but at those moments, her hand, with amazing dexterity, jerked the cock. I couldn't withstand such caresses for long, and literally after a couple of minutes, I came in her mouth with a moan. The orgasm was so sharp and there was so much semen that Natasha almost choked. My legs were trembling with excitement and the pleasure received so much that I knelt down next to her chair. I pulled her to me, and we just started kissing. It was great to feel my own smell on her lips, the slightly astringent taste of semen, and simply enjoy the tender kisses.
Now I decided to undress her. But as soon as my hands were under her skirt, she stopped me with words.
"Sen, let's finish our coffee? We have plenty of time ahead, so don't rush."
"Of course, let's. Natash, please tell me about your personal life?"
"Really?" I was surprised. "Does that happen? Maybe he doesn't want you?"
"It happens when a man doesn't arouse you," she continued. "I'm like in that joke, coming up with different reasons not to be with him at night. Sometimes I have a headache, and now he thinks that because of women's problems, my doctor forbade me from having sex."
"Yes, unpleasant, but why are you with him then?" I asked.
"I ask myself that question very often, but lately I can't find an answer. Maybe because my mom likes him, or maybe because I'm used to him and it's just convenient. I don't know."
Here her gaze fell on the photo album.
"Can I look?" asked Natasha.
"Yes, of course. My hobby is photography. I photograph girls here, in a home studio. Usually, my genre is nude, that is, photography of a beautiful female body without clothes. I also draw a little, but that's still very difficult for me."
"Wow, did you really do this? Very beautiful. And why aren't the girls shy about undressing in front of you?" she asked, flipping through the album. "Oh, what a beautiful pose, how perfectly the skin came out here, and this girl has very beautiful breasts."
"Sen, do you sleep with your models?" she asked as if casually. "You have such beautiful girls in the photos."
"You know, actually, to have sex, a camera is completely unnecessary. It only seems quick, simple, easy, and relaxed. But in reality, it's hard work. No, I can't say there's never sex with girls, but, as a rule, for that, we meet another time."
"How long have you been doing photography?"
"More than 5 years already. And I like it! Besides, it's a great way to meet girls," I said with a wide smile.
"Do you earn money from it?"
"No, not yet. Maybe it sounds strange, but I just give the girls beautiful photos in exchange for them agreeing to pose for me. Actually, I don't consider myself a guru, no. I'm learning, practicing, and I just love taking photos. The only thing is, I only invite cute and photogenic girls."
"Am I photogenic?" asked Natasha, playfully tilting her head towards me and lightly shaking her hair.
"Yes!" I enthusiastically picked up the topic.
"Then invite me to pose?"
"Deal," I agreed. "I'll make a couple of beautiful photos for you!"
Natasha quickly finished her coffee, got up from the table, kissed me on the cheek.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" she asked.
"Yes, of course. I prepared a clean towel for you. Come on, I'll show you how the water turns on."
Of course, I hoped to stay and be in the shower together, but I was gently but firmly shown the door and went to pass the moments by preparing the bed for her exit from the shower.
"You don't mind if I put on your robe?" asked Natasha, slightly opening the bathroom door.
But, probably changing her mind, she appeared in the room completely naked. My gaze slid over her shapely figure. Perky nipples, a small belly, a round butt, gorgeous hair — I managed to see all this in the few seconds it took her to walk to me.
I rose up, knelt, and pulled her to me. Her hand immediately found its way between my legs and took possession of my cock like a proprietor. And I didn't remain in debt — I stroked her body, enjoying the tenderness of her skin. Her hand on my cock moved faster and faster. But coming right now wasn't part of my plan, so I slowly freed myself and, using a little force, laid her on her back. Now I had full access to her body. My hands stroked her breasts, her magnificent belly, caressed her hair and neck. At that moment, I was lying next to her on my side. My left hand slid to her belly, went a little lower, paused a bit to caress her navel, went a little lower, and slid over the abundant lubrication inside her body. Her flesh was so wet and hot that I couldn't help myself... A moment later, my face was between her legs.
"Oh," was her first word since the kissing began, "Sen, I want to kiss your cock while you're between my legs. Turn your butt towards me?"
It was the classic 69 position. I was on all fours over her and was rapturously licking her pussy. And Natasha stuffed my cock into her mouth and played with the head with her tongue. Her hands didn't leave any part of my body unattended: they managed to gently touch my balls, stroke my butt cheeks, run along the entire length of my cock.
Suddenly, her whole body arched