Okay, bro, listen, I’ll tell you how it was. Without unnecessary chatter, just as in spirit. It was a couple of months ago, on a Friday, I don’t even remember the exact date anymore. In short, it’s the end of the working week, I’m exhausted, but the mood seems to be normal โ summer, heat, beer in the fridge. And then Lenka writes to me, like, “Come on, let’s hang out.” Lenka is an old friend, not that she’s the love of her life, but we’ve always had chemistry, and sparks flew when we crossed paths. Well, I guess fuck him, let’s go, let’s go sour at home.
I come to her, she’s in her one-bedroom on the outskirts, all dressed in a light sundress, her hair in a careless bun, she smells like something sweet, like vanilla lotion. I was like, “Oh, finally, because I’m the only one missing here.” He’s smiling, his eyes are shining, and I already feel like this evening won’t just be about tea and TV shows. We sit on the couch, she hands me a glass of wine, cheap but tolerable, and we start chatting all sorts of stuff โ about work, about mutual acquaintances, about how she almost fell on the stairs in the office. I sit, nod, and stare at her legs โ long, tanned, the sundress is slightly pulled up, and I can see how the skin glistens, as if it had just been oiled. Well, you get it, the brain is already slowly switching to something else.
About half an hour later, she’s like, “Damn, it’s hot, I’m going to open the window.” She gets up and goes to the window, and I watch her hips sway, and I think: “Well, that’s it, we’ve arrived.” She comes back, sits closer than before, and now her knee is touching mine. By accident, like. But we both know that it’s not an accident. I’m like, “Len, what are you doing?” with a joking intonation, and she laughs and says, “Why can’t you?” And then her hand casually rests on my hip. Well, that’s it, I think it’s fucked up, hold on.
I take her wrist, like as a joke, but my fingers linger, and she doesn’t pull away. We look at each other, and there’s such a challenge in her eyes, as if she says, “Come on, be brave.” I bend down and kiss her, gently at first, like I’m trying, but she responds so greedily that I immediately lose all control. Her lips are soft, warm, with a slight hint of wine and some kind of fruity lip gloss. We kiss as if the world around us has disappeared, her tongue slides over mine, and I can already hear her exhale softly, almost moaning as I bite her lower lip.
I pull her towards me, she throws her leg over me and sits on top of me, right on my lap. The sundress has pulled up to her hips, and I can see her pantiesโblack, lace, nothing special, but fuck, they look so good on her that I have a short circuit in my head. My hands slide down her legs, up to her waist, while she pulls my T-shirt over her head. I help, and now her fingers are groping over my chest, her nails are lightly scratching my skin โ it doesn’t hurt, but it makes goosebumps run. She bends down and kisses my neck, and I feel her hot breath, which makes my insides tighten.
I pull her sundress up, she raises her arms, and now she’s in her underwear, sitting on top of me, and I can’t take my eyes off her body. Her skin is smooth, lightly tanned, and her breasts in a bra beg to be touched. I reach for the clasp, but my fingers won’t obey, and Lenka laughs: “Come on, master, don’t slow down.” Finally, I unbutton it, and her breasts are firm, with dark nipples that are already standing up, right in front of me. I take her in my hands, squeeze, and she arches, making a sound like she’s both high and a little tickled. I run my tongue over one nipple, then the other, and she doesn’t laugh anymore, but moans softly, burying her fingers in my hair.
She pulls at my jeans, unbuckles my belt, and I pull off her panties. They’re a little wet, and it blows my mind completely. I put her on her back, on the couch, and she looks up at me with such a look that I’m ready to explode right now. I kiss her stomach, go lower, and now my tongue is sliding over her skin, to where she is already all wet. She smells like something tart, salty, and I can hear her breathing hoarsely when I start licking her. Her hips are shaking, she squeezes them, then spreads them wider, and I hold her buttocks, feeling her tense under my fingers.
“Damn, come on,” she whispers, and I don’t keep her waiting. I pull off my jeans and boxers, and now I’m on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I enter herโslowly, so as not to screw up right away. She’s hot, tight, and I can hear her exhale sharply as I move deeper. I start moving, carefully at first, but she waves herself, setting the rhythm, and I can’t hold back anymore. Her nails dig into my back, and she moans, not loudly, but so that I can feel every vibration of her voice. The couch creaks, her breathing hitches, and I feel her squeezing me inside as the orgasm hits he”Damn, come o,” she whispers, and I don’t keep her waiting. I pull off my jeans and boxers, and now I’m on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I enter herโslowly, so as not to screw up right away. She’s hot, tight, and I can hear her exhale sharply as I move deeper. I start moving, carefully at first, but she waves herself, setting the rhythm, and I can’t hold back anymoreer nails dig into my back, and she moans, not loudly, but so that I cael every vibration of her voice. The couch creaks, her breathing hitchat moment.