While watching the movie

I arrived by 9 o'clock, you couldn't manage to meet me, I don't remember why, and I walked to your place on foot. Good thing it wasn't too far from my dad's military unit to you... I turned on some music on my player and walked to you. About 10 minutes later you called me and asked where I was. I was just approaching the "Primorye" supermarket and you, taking some underground paths, somehow ended up behind me. Turning around and seeing you, tall, sturdy, dark-haired, I involuntarily straightened up and headed towards you. Jumping on you, you caught me and spun me around, and after you put me down I started kissing you, you kissed me back, and then, pulling away

from my lips you said: "Hello, sweetie." My joy knew no bounds, and replying "hello, darling," I kissed you again.

You took my hand and we headed to your place. You explained why you couldn't meet me, but honestly, I don't even remember the reason. We walked and talked about everything. You argued at every opportunity, proving your point, and I would pinch you, and each time you'd ask the same question: "What for?" and I'd answer: "For arguing." You'd just smile and, of course, couldn't help but get revenge and start pinching me back. When we got to your place, you made me some hot tea; the morning was cool despite it being mid-summer, we drank the tea, and you asked what I had been doing for the 2 days without you—you had gone to the city, and I had stayed in the village. Music was playing on your computer, not loudly, it didn't interfere with our talking. You had AC/DC playing, you were hooked on them, our music tastes matched and I also enjoyed rock.

It's always hot in your apartment and you suggested I wear your shirt; I was in a tank top with a shirt over it and shorts. I agreed and, taking off my tank top and shirt, I put on your shirt; it was loose on me and long, just a bit shorter than my skirt. Seeing me, you suggested I take off my skirt too, since the shirt looked like a dress on me, but since I'm a modest guest, I declined your idea.

After playing cards for a while, you suggested watching a movie, and I agreed. You put on "Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows"; you, like me, love action movies and sci-fi, as well as documentaries and comedies. Unfolding the sofa, you placed pillows and patted the spot next to you, inviting me to lie down. I lay down next to you, and you wrapped your arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

For the first 15 minutes or so, I was still watching the movie, but then you moved your hand from my waist to my hips, right where the skirt ended. You started stroking my hips and I turned to you. You began kissing my lips, passionately and insistently. Placing your hand on my butt, you pressed me against you and I felt that you were aroused and "at the ready." Your kisses moved lower, to my neck, you bit me, knowing it excited me. I pressed you to me, not wanting you to stop. You bit my earlobe and a soft moan escaped my lips, goosebumps running all over my body. You felt it and started kissing my lips again, but with more pressure. Your lips moved down to my chest, but I was still dressed, which didn't stop you. You sat me on your lap and started unbuttoning the shirt, first just the top buttons to start kissing my breasts. You loved them madly, you said they were the perfect size, just fitting in your strong and not-small hands.

Unbuttoning the buttons, you pulled down the red bra; the sight of red excited you even more, I felt it as I was sitting on your aroused member, which tensed even more at the sight of red. You started kissing and nibbling my nipples, which were hard from excitement. Soft but increasingly frequent moans began to escape my lips. With your free hand, you unbuttoned the shirt completely, then began caressing the other breast.

I pulled your shirt off and ran my nails down your strong back; you closed your eyes and sighed heavily with pleasure, I knew you liked it that way, so I did it again and again. You had already taken the shirt off me completely and proceeded to remove my bra. You unclasped it and tossed it onto a chair. I couldn't stand it anymore and whispered in your ear: "Get undressed and take me." You liked it when I took charge. You started taking off your shorts, but then stopped and said to me: "Take my underwear off yourself." You knelt in front of me so that your member was right in front of my face. I pulled down your underwear and before my face was a large, aroused member, and looking into your eyes, I understood you wanted a blowjob. I didn't resist, as I wanted to give you pleasure. I first took it in my hands and started moving up and down. You got excited from just my touch and I took it in my mouth, moving back and forth, gradually increasing the pace. You were hot and aroused. I moved my lips along your member and you moved your hips towards my lips, wanting me to take it as deep as possible.

But the blowjob only made you more excited, and unable to hold back, you lifted me up in your arms and laid me down on the sofa. Spreading my legs, you began to enter me, slowly at first, but then increasing the pace. I was no longer holding back moans, I couldn't, you were magnificent, every movement inside me resonated throughout my body and filled me with warmth. Then you changed positions, putting me on top; you loved admiring me from below, you had a view of my body and my breasts, rising each time I moved on you, up and down. I moved quickly at first, but then slowed the pace, prolonging our pleasure. Then I increased it again. I leaned down to you and you kissed me passionately on the lips, you were hot and you pressed me against you, driving your member deeper into me, getting even more pleasure from it. "I want it from behind," you whispered in my ear; just the thought gave me goosebumps all over, and feeling them, you smiled.

You picked me up and carried me to the bed. I got on my knees and grabbed the headboard of your bed with my hands. You came up behind me and, spreading my legs wider, entered me again. It felt like an electric shock, the sensation was so wonderful. I arched my back as much as I could, you leaned over me, kissing my shoulder blade, moving lower and lower, all the way to my lower back, while squeezing my aroused nipples. I wanted you to start moving inside me so badly, so I said to you: "Don't tease me." You understood what I wanted and started moving quickly. You dug your fingers into my buttocks and impaled me on your large member. My pleasure knew no bounds, and you could hear it; I didn't hold back moans and wasn't afraid the neighbors would hear—that didn't concern me at all then.

Then I felt a spank, and from the unexpected pleasure, I asked for more. You liked that idea too, and you spanked me again, lightly; I sighed heavily with pleasure. You liked feeling power over me, and the next spank was stronger, but you didn't hurt me; you knew when you crossed the line. You gave me a good spanking and stopped.

You stopped and pulled out of me, sat against the wall and pulled me to you; I was on top again. I moved not too fast, but not slowly either. You held me by the lower back and when you wanted it faster, you just started pulling me towards you, and understanding you without words, I increased the pace. I could feel your member rubbing inside me, I was getting unimaginable pleasure, remembering which makes my cheeks flush. Sometimes you would stop, you'd lift me up but not pull out, you'd lower me, pulling me even closer, wanting to enter me as deep as possible; you loved that sensation madly, as did I. I did everything you wanted, and how you wanted it. When we finished, we went to shower, but separately; I insisted on that, I don't know what I was thinking then. I should have invited you in with me. I should have. I came out of the bathroom in just a towel and your eyes lit up again. (Erotic stories) The towel covered my breasts and barely covered my butt. You came up to me, grabbed it and pulled me to you, whispering in my ear: "You were beautiful." At your words, I melted; you kissed me on the lips, more gently this time. You were still wet from the shower, but I liked that. You gave me some water to drink. And I gladly accepted it.

I don't remember how much time passed before we started having sex again, but it was wonderful. I was on top, you were caressing my breasts while I moved up and down on your member, up and down. You were aroused, it seemed to me then, even more than the first time. Then you pressed me hard against you and stood up. I wrapped my legs around you, you walked to the wall, pressed me against it and started moving; it was our first time having sex standing up. I was afraid it was hard for you, but I couldn't ask, the pleasure was too great. Then we moved back to the sofa and engaged in passionate sex again.

Remembering our sex, I blush and feel that I miss you. I miss your kisses, your hugs. There's no one else like you, kind, sensitive, and at the same time wild and passionate. And I fell for you head over heels. You are my unrestrained in sex and caring in life, beloved person.