It had been several weeks since I was single. Heh, I have not been single since the middle of high school and I felt a little rusty. I just wanted to have fun and to cast some of my thoughts. One Friday night I went out to a club with some college colleagues and other buddies. The music was good, there were plenty of guys, vodka was cold and the shots almost for free. After an hour of group dance, two of my friends proposed me to give a club break and find a group of girls. I said reflex "neah." I never forgot my girlfriend (once, in revenge, it is a minor case) and so we do not hang clubs or anywhere else. Instead, there were girls who came to me constantly, almost every time I went out. I felt a certain amount of restraint and invent involuntarily, in my mind, all kinds of reasons why I would not go hooked: "Let it go next time!", "Would not it be better just to get drunk tonight?", "If she screamed with her boyfriend next to her?" and so on
I woke up from the dream and noticed that a lady looked fixed in my eyes. He was sitting on a couch, with friends, about 7-8 meters away. He smiled at me slightly, and I moved my gaze away. I looked around to assure myself that she was looking at me. After about 10-15 seconds I looked at the place where she stood and was fixed on me again. This time we have not turned our heads and look at each other continuously for about 5-6 seconds. I smiled at them and smiled back at me. At the moment I went to her hypnotized, simply, while the chick put me on the couch next to her. She was a blonde, cut short (her hair was halfway up to her neck, but she was not straight and not straight, but somewhat messy), wearing some funky red glasses and calling her Ema. It was thin, dressed in a white blouse, a little blunt (which leaves a hip in sight) and some tight blue jeans (but they put the bottom very well, as I was going to notice in 10 minutes). Her lips had an oval shape and were a little fleshy, and her nose was medium-long and small in width. We started talking and smiling at each other. He was 23 years old, was a "pharmacy" student and was staying in Bucharest. He wondered if I was dancing and we got up from the couch. It was 7-8 centimeters shorter than I (I think it was around 1.75) and danced very lasciviously, although the songs were not right, but who cares? :) The DJ put "Sex on Fire" (Kings of Leon) and halfway through the song, the scream put his arms around my neck, staring deep into my eyes. He said, "Hey, you have black eyes, like mine!" I did not even see the color of my eyes because she was wearing glasses and I just did not watch them. "I did not expect you to notice," I said, smiling. She looked down at my lips and then in my eyes, and I kissed her slowly, tasting her full lips. I was thinking that at the end of my kiss I would bite my lower lip, but you'd take it before! I bit her back too
I danced to the end of the song. We sat down on the couch after about 20 minutes of dancing, but this time we were sitting on her left side. I had not noticed before, but now I could see a part of a tattoo on the lower left side of the abdomen, left a blouse a little empty. It was a good time to "sexualize" our little conversation (I had a little courage after she had to) and I asked her about the tattoo. He did not want to tell me what he is and I could not figure it out. He said to me, as he smiled provokingly, "maybe I'll soon find out." He asked me if I know the song "Closer," also from Kings of Leon and I said that I do and I have it in a special playlist. "What special playlist?" She asked, and I told her she might "find out soon". At that moment she bit her lip and wondered if I wanted to go out and go and get her playlist. :) I greet my friends, the feminine side being a little irritated and the masculine side a bit stunned.
I finally got to the block where I was standing, I stepped on the stairs, stuck it against the wall, and began to kiss her a little more brutally. I pulled her blouse a little below and kissed her neck until I got over my right breast. She told me I had soft lips and she likes to feel on her skin, but the ladder is not the right place. :) We went into the apartment, we sat down on the bed and I wanted to play a little game. I removed her glasses, I asked her to close her eyes, and then I tied her to her with the scarf she wore. He smiled broadly (he had a very beautiful smile, by the way) and let go of the music. I made a special sex playlist, with some songs that I thought were appropriate and some suggested by others. I started with Barry White and I kissed her neck, to the shoulder left by the blouse and one of the breasts, the moment I took off my shirt, then I pulled the blouse off her. Her bra was red and she had white dots. I did not have much time to admire him, for he flew fast from her, letting her breasts flow free. They were marriors and ferocious, and her nipples were a little bigger than I expected. I began to massage and massage them gently, then I left her lightly on my back, my head on the pillow, still tied to my eyes. She was also sucking on her, and she was starting to undo my jeans and belt. I helped her a little, then I took her breasts in my hands and started kissing, licking and nursing her nipples. He liked them, biting his lips and lifting his basin, sticking it to mine. The "Yes Boss" song from Hess is More was heard, and I slowly descended to her abdomen, which straightened at every touch of my lips. I pulled her jeans down to find some panties
Red tombs, with a small white background. Her tattoo had become visible. It consisted of three stars and stretched down to the left, between her pussy and her inner thigh. I rubbed it a little with my right hand and I could feel, through her underwear, how the area around the pussy had swollen. I was sure she was ready to explode if I rub it a little longer, but I did not want that (yet). I pulled my panties with my teeth and I just hit it. I had proposed not to lick her unless she was about to return the favor, but her pussy was so swollen that the whole area had gained open redness and adored her smell. She was almost totally epilating, but she left a small "V" above her clit (heh, probably indicating the direction, because her name was not the original) and she had some perfect, already wet wet labia (I felt that and her lingerie). I started licking and kissing her labia slowly and tenderly, as she breathed harder and grabbed her breasts, rubbing my legs at my back at the same time. I put a finger in her pussy and I quickly got her point of G. It was quite prominent (I rarely felt it to my ex-girlfriend) and Ema pulled a little scream after I had mowed it two or three times. He had picked up the basin a little and knew he wanted to taste it altogether and have three languages at his disposal. She had begun to squeeze her legs around my head and pull my hair, as I walked quickly with her tongue over her clit, at the same time inserting and pulling my middle finger quickly. After at most one minute she had a first orgasm and, to my surprise, ejaculated, and I licked her shirt trembling until I did a month. He had the world over and apologized for not telling me to shake my head, but I did so and I told her she was extremely sexy.
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