I'll come while you're asleep.

I love spy themes, ninjas, and all that fun nonsense based on the skill of doing everything unnoticed. And just for fun, I've been observing everything around me. I never thought it would come in handy... I don't know what came over me or how this idea even popped into my head. But it's too late to reason about it now... I've just walked you home more than once. You live with your parents on the first floor of a five-story building. The bars on the windows are old, partially rusted, attached to the frame with hinges and locked with a padlock. The lock is flimsy and doesn't pose a serious problem. It's late spring, so your window vent is open, and,

reaching a hand in to open the window isn't an impossible task. And all this under the cover of night... These were just rehearsals I never intended to carry out back then. But now I'm already sitting on the windowsill of your bedroom, swinging my sandal-clad feet. I watch you, snoring cutely into the pillow, lying on your side with your legs slightly bent. After admiring you, I pull my legs up, take off my sandals, and gently place them on the windowsill. I smoothly slide down onto the floor of your room, approach, and sit down right next to you. I lean in and kiss your soft, warm shoulder, neck, and lips.

By the time you wake up, my mouth is covering yours, not letting you make a sound. And if at first your lips are tight with surprise, then as you recognize me in the semi-darkness, you surrender to this kiss with increasing passion. After the kiss, you make a silent journey from the bed to the door and lock it. Meanwhile, I've spread your blanket over the carpet and am waiting for you near this improvised bed, standing at my full height. You come to me and sink into my lips. With one hand, I caress your breast, and with the other—your neck, moving from the back of your head to your shoulder blades; how much you love this is told once again by your ragged breathing. You run your hands from my shoulders down my chest, and your hands reach the rapidly growing bulge in my shorts, bestowing it with a soft stroke. Then, grabbing the edges of my T-shirt, you quickly raise your arms, freeing me from this suddenly tight prison of clothing.

Today you are showing much more activity. After tossing my T-shirt onto the floor, you give me a long kiss on the lips, move to my neck, and begin your journey downward. You caress my chest and stomach with your lips, and pull down my shorts along with my underwear. My turn to hold back moans and breathe raggedly comes when you start pleasuring it. I have no idea how you manage to do it in a way that words can't describe the emotions and sensations you give me. You take it all the way to the base, lick the head, run your lips along the shaft, sometimes grazing with your teeth. While you are completely engrossed in your task, I stroke your hair and glance out the window, planning the way back—distracting myself so as not to drop out of the marathon prematurely. But then, sensing that you won't stop until you achieve the result, I completely surrender to the power of feelings and sensations. And now a firm, hot stream shoots into your oral cavity. But even that's not enough for you. You don't calm down until you've drunk every last drop from me. Now I'll have to temporarily rely on my own strength, waiting for the main tool to recover.

You are very neat, you didn't even get your lips dirty. You rise, and again our lips merge. You swallowed everything, and the traces of my seed in your mouth are barely noticeable. During this kiss, I embrace you, turn you around, and slowly lower you onto the floor, lying on top. I pick up the T-shirt that came to hand, roll it up, and put it in your mouth. You don't resist, doubting whether you can hold back moans on your own. I return to your body. I kiss your neck, collarbone, and move to your breasts. I sink my teeth into a nipple, squeezing the other with my fingertips. I run the tip of my tongue over each one alternately. Deeply sucking first one, then the other, I leave your breasts alone. Your lovely tummy. I kiss it, afraid to miss even a single centimeter of precious surface. I screw my tongue into your navel. I kiss lower, even lower. My lips meet yours. I plunge my tongue inside, as far as it will go. I envelop your clitoris with my lips, inserting a finger into you. I feel the contracting vaginal walls from the inside, teasing the little pearl of your clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I insert a second finger, and, after a couple of minutes, bring you to orgasm.

"Now we're even," I whisper smugly with a smile. Now I lie on top of you, remove the improvised gag, and cover your lips with mine. During my "tongue work," the "junior comrade" has fully recovered from the ordeal and is eager for battle. I guide him into you, slowly inserting him all the way to the base. (Erotic stories) I play with you, sometimes plunging in completely, sometimes pulling back, staying inside you with just the tip. After a couple of minutes, you can't take it anymore and roll me onto my back without losing contact. Now, in the cowgirl position, you control the process. I caress your breasts, and you experiment with the depth and speed of penetration. Sometimes I pause you so as not to finish before you, sometimes you yourself feel when you need to slow down. Through joint efforts, we finally reach the explosion. The edge of my palm, which had been traveling along your neck, ends up in your mouth.

You sink your teeth into it, just like you did with the gag earlier, holding back a moan. I don't feel pain, and a thought flashes through my mind like lightning that there will be something to laugh about. I hold you under your arms, still sitting on me, quite exhausted, and slowly lay you down on top of me, kissing your hair. I move you to the bed. I spread the blanket on the windowsill, pick you up again, and we sit on the windowsill, you on my lap. We light up a cigarette each, looking at each other contentedly, not daring to break the silence and the sleep of your parents, miraculously undisturbed until now. Then I'll carry you to the bed, get dressed, and, waiting for you to fall asleep, leave the room the same way I came, closing the window and latching the bars behind me. I'll slowly wander through the city, smoking and humming some pop song...