Sex without names

[Mancuso]

I was sitting here looking through old photos on disks and came across a couple of photos from fifteen years ago from a Jason Webley concert (club on Brestskaya). We were a group there and an interesting girl with dreadlocks came to us (or we invited her). She turned out to be from St. Petersburg, said to leave the next day and didn’t mind hanging out for the night. As a result, after the concert and a small party we went to the apartment of a friend from the party. Then everyone fell asleep there. Obviously, there weren’t enough seats and some were placed on the floor (this girl and I got a foam camping mat and a sleeping bag), which we chatted about with her - I don’t remember, but not for long - we were tired and immediately fell asleep in an embrace (there was only one sleeping bag) In the morning I wake up - I feel a boner and I press myself against her butt.... I started stroking her, she also woke up and turned to me. I wanted to say with a smile that I asked her name yesterday - but she raised her finger to my lips: “Don’t say anything” - was her only phrase and took my penis with her hand, then with her mouth... we had her sex, very cool (the feeling was added by the fact that acquaintances from yesterday’s party were sleeping all over the apartment) - and all without words, but .... it was so fascinating ... after she got dressed and with a look she made it clear - show her to the door. I saw her off, we kissed and she left... I don’t know her name, I know that she was from St. Petersburg... (that’s what she said) or maybe not from St. Petersburg, it doesn’t matter, but when I saw the photo, I lived through those times again feelings... pleasant, bringing back for a moment that carefree time))
Who had similar moments, which later left warm memories?

[Alexssss]

I drank beer at the station on a day off. I had to drop by to work for 15 minutes... Morning. At the next table there was a girl of about 22. I treated her to beer. Invited her to work. She refused. I left. She is following me. We went to the warehouse. She got it. from the bag, there was a bag full of them. I wanted to put her on the bags... In response, IF A WOMAN WANTS IN THE ELEVATOR, MEANS IN THE ELEVATOR. On the bare tiles... I came three times. Yes, and she no less. She got dressed and went .No name, no phone number. All my knees were erased.

[Mancuso]

Colleagues, let us join in, remember who had similar moments, what feelings were left afterwards?

[Bully Carrie]

concert of Jason Webley

2004, May? )

[Mancuso]

Yes, it seems so - May...

[FUCKYAMATERITY]

remember who had similar moments, what feelings remained afterwards?

It happened more than once that we met after sex, during the period when I was purposefully looking for a new one to fuck :oops:
I remembered three times that even without names at all, in fact there were more. I danced with an unfamiliar girl at a club, they started hugging and making out, then they retired and fucked. I ask what his name is, he replies that it doesn’t matter and leaves. Really, never saw each other again.
Once I was walking off the bus to the sea with a sports bag, I had just arrived. It’s impossible to explain what kind of spark happened to the girl who was walking towards me with a backpack. Either she was already leaving, or she had just arrived. Half-naked as a summer girl, she considered my interest, and I had her desire in her eyes. It didn’t matter what word to say, three minutes later they were already spiking in the vegetation. We couldn’t be seen from the path, and the hour was quite early, there were no crowds yet. And they went their separate ways without further ado.
It happened at night to catch a group of naked resort girls. With youth games of tag and sex no obligation and dating)) True, my friend contracted the disease this way. It passed me by.

[Maksim]

Hooligan Carrie, you were just joking now, or guessed ..Yes?
The chance is one in a million...
Tell me that I was just making a good joke..
Or tell me what happened in your bell tower

[वीवान1971]

This is probably even first sex was. We were about 16 years old. My friend and I went to the dacha in the winter... to pick up..... a motorcycle. We were eating on the train. There was a girl sitting there. About 25 years old. We got hooked. I don’t remember what we talked about, but we invited her to go with us. here is our stop. she still left silently. we are at a loss. we say jump back. the train will leave.
No. she came with us. oh well. We came. found this dacha. it’s cold. The house unheated. but there is light. She also silently lay down on the bed. We pulled off her pants and let’s fuck her. Young hungry. They came right into her 2 times. Now we have to go back. Let’s go to the station. We’ll go to the city. in the other direction. Her train arrived, she got on and left. We still didn’t understand what it was. But of course we were happy. By the way, the motorcycle was never taken away

[FUCKYAMATERITY]

probably even first sex was

PROBABLY As if you could forget your first time.

[Lysto]

He began his sexual life with a girl who was on shift at a strip club. I didn’t try to find out her name, and there was something more interesting in that situation. Somehow I didn’t focus on not knowing the name. I don’t even remember the face, but, in general, the memory is warm.

It is very interesting to learn the development of the story from Hooligan Carey. Or rather, how should we understand your answer?)
Are you the girl about whom the author of the topic wrote?
It would be an incredible coincidence if this is so.