Meeting Irina
After I broke up with my girlfriend Katya, I started changing girls like gloves and couldn't find one that would completely satisfy me. One was too smart, another too dumb, one wanted to wait until marriage, another had restrictions everywhere. I needed a pretty girl without hang-ups who would be up for anything, and finally, such a chance came my way. I took my car for repairs at a small auto shop; they told me it would take 2-3 hours, but after waiting, it turned out the repair would take much longer and I'd have to leave the car overnight. While waiting, I met a guy named Yura who came to pick up
his car from the repair shop. We got talking, and he suggested we go have a beer. Since I had the next day off, I agreed, on the condition that we wouldn't get drunk.We went to a beer bar near his place, and after a decent amount of drinking, our conversation, like that of all normal guys, switched to girls. I told him about my trouble—that I couldn't find a normal girl—to which he replied that he had a girlfriend, and his girlfriend had a friend who had recently broken up with her boyfriend and saw nothing wrong with good, all-encompassing sex before marriage.
This offer interested me; I gladly agreed and suggested we not put it off and go see the girls. He said he wouldn't mind extending our outing in the company of girls either, as he had worked all week and hadn't visited his girlfriend in a while. We paid, took some beer and wine for the girls, and headed to their place with brisk steps.
— "Olya," Yura introduced his friend to me.
— "Andrey," I introduced myself.
Olya was a charming brunette with a gorgeous size 5 bust and big, charming eyes, in which a lustful spark flashed at the sight of Yurka. I had seen such sparks before and realized Yurka would get lucky tonight, and I wasn't wrong.
— "Where's Irina?" Yurka asked Olya.
— "She's in the shower, she'll be out soon," she replied.
— "We have guests," Olya shouted belatedly, but it was too late.
Irina had only a towel wrapped around her hips, and her two dazzling breasts, roughly size 3, were presented to us in all their glory.
— "Oh," Irina said, slightly embarrassed, and covered her breasts with her hands.
Grabbing a robe from the couch, she ran to the kitchen. She returned about 5 minutes later, now in the robe, with the towel wrapped around her head. "And she's only in a robe," flashed through my mind,
when I remembered she had only grabbed one robe and hadn't gone back to the bathroom.
— "Irina," introduced the ethereal, blonde, blue-eyed creature.
— "Andrey," I mumbled, unable to recover.
She smiled charmingly and sat next to me on the couch, the flaps of her robe casually parting to reveal two lovely legs to my gaze. "This girl knows her worth," I thought, looking into her eyes.
— "Andryukha and I were sitting at the bar and decided to come over to your place," said Yurka, taking wine and beer out of the bag—"and Irinushka will have some fun, she's been so sad."
— "Oh, Yura, you're always trying to pawn me off so I don't bother you and Olya," Irina said in a feigned, tearful voice.
— "Alright, let's not dwell on sad things, better bring the glasses," Yurka said, turning to Olya.
— "We don't want wine, it gives us headaches; we'd rather have vodka," said Olya, winking at Irina.
She nodded in agreement. Things are moving in the right direction, I thought, and offered to go to the store for vodka.
— "No, you better stay here with Irina, and Yurka and I will go," said Olya—"and you two set the table and get to know each other better."
They quickly got dressed and went outside.
— "Well, will you help me in the kitchen?" Irina asked, placing her hand on my thigh. By then, the flaps of her robe had parted even more, revealing the lovely thighs of the ethereal creature to my gaze. Like any normal guy, I started having a normal male reaction to the presence of such a charming woman nearby. She noticed this and, smiling, stood up and went to the kitchen without even adjusting her robe. Music started playing in the kitchen. After catching my breath for about five minutes, I got up and went to the kitchen. Irinushka was standing with her back to me, leaning on the windowsill and looking out the window. I quietly approached her from behind and placed my hands on her butt; she turned her head and smiled.
"You're not a bad guy," said Irinushka and turned away without even trying to remove my hands from her lovely butt.
I took this as a signal for action and, removing my hands from her butt, gently embraced her, slipping my hands under her robe and tenderly squeezing her delightful breasts in my hands. She softly moaned and pressed against me. I stood there kneading her breasts while my penis began to harden again. Irinushka felt this; she pressed against me harder, and her butt started making circular motions. I took my hands out from under her robe at her chest and, lowering them, began to lift the flaps of her robe; she pushed my hands away.
— "Don't rush," she whispered quietly, and turning, kissed me on the lips.
The sound of the door opening was heard.
— "The guys are back," said Irina and adjusted her robe.
Yurka and Olya entered.
— "So, how are things here?" Olya asked, smiling and looking at Irinka.
— "Everything's fine, the table is set and we're ready to start the party," Irina replied cheerfully.
— "Well, that's not exactly what I meant," said Olya—"but alright, everyone to the table."
Yurka and I decided to support the girls and drink vodka.
— "I'd like to propose a toast," Olya began—"let's drink to Irina and Andrey's acquaintance, and I hope it will be long-lasting and help them find themselves in this life."
What she meant by that, I didn't understand at that moment, because I was only looking for a girl without hang-ups to have fun with and have sex. After the fourth shot, the girls got really loose, and the topic of sex started coming up more often in conversation.
— "Darling, don't you want to help me find the comedy disc?" said Olya, and taking Yurka by the hand, led him to the next room.
— "Well, here we go," said Irina and smiled.
Something fell in the next room, then there was a clatter, Olya's laughter, then the sound of a kiss. Then everything went quiet for a while, and gradually, with increasing sound and amplitude, the characteristic creaking of a bed started, mixed with Olya's moans.
— "Well, shall we continue?" Irinushka asked, and receiving an affirmative answer, she sat sideways on my lap and plunged into a long kiss with my lips. I didn't keep her waiting and proceeded with decisive action, untying the belt of her robe. The opened robe revealed two lovely breasts to my gaze and gave a slight glimpse of the triangle of her intimate haircut. With one hand, I began to gently knead her breasts, and with the other, lightly massaging her stomach, I started lowering it closer and closer to the mound of love.
— "Don't you want to take a shower?" Irinushka asked, pulling back slightly.
— "With pleasure, if only you'll scrub my back," I replied.
— "Wow, you're quick; everything in order," said Irinushka and knelt down.
In short, I didn't last long and came on her face.
— "Naughty boy," she whispered, washing the remnants of love from her face—"now it's my turn."
I had never seen such a well-groomed pussy in my life; it was soft and emanated an aroma of cleanliness. Giving her pleasure was simply a pleasure, which I proceeded to do. Under the pressure of my tongue, her clitoris enlarged and her body tensed; she began to moan and press my head. I had rarely practiced this before, but here it gave me no less pleasure than it did Irinushka.
— "Stop, or I'll come right now," she croaked and pushed my head away.
— "And that's exactly what I'm aiming for," I said—"I want to see you swept away by a wave of orgasm."
— "You'll see," she said and smiled.
I realized that today I would get everything I wanted, and maybe even more.
— "Just not inside me," Irinushka whispered and, arching her back, stuck out her lovely butt.
I didn't hesitate for a minute and, positioning my stallion at Irinushka's pussy, thrust in with a jerk. I pounded her for about 15 minutes without pulling out; after the excellent blowjob, I wanted her to come, but she held on firmly, only softly moaning. But she didn't last long, and soon she was shaken by an orgasm. I don't want to say it was the most powerful orgasm, but it shook her good. I came immediately too, splashing another portion of love, this time on her back.
— "Well, did you like it?" Irinushka asked.
— "It was just super," I replied and kissed her on the cheek.
That day, we returned to sex more than once, but the first time with her was simply super.
I'll write right away for those who like to talk about whether she's a good girl or a slut: that evening, we found each other, and it doesn't matter that she had more than one partner before me, and not just one. I wanted it, she wanted it, and we decided to bypass propriety and just have sex.