Masha/sex in a small town/life stories

[Count Orlov]

Masha
(from the club)
* sex in a small town *

Masha, I’ll call her that, because I don’t remember her name , and I didn’t ask, to be honest, I met him in a club with the “strange” name “BarSuk”. Then I had been divorced for a year and, as a rule, spent evenings and nights from Thursday to Saturday in various entertainment establishments. I usually went to this club on Thursday, since it was on this day that evenings for those over 30 were held, and girls of that age seemed to me the most desirable at that time.
She was not the most attractive in that evening - short hair, white T-shirt and jeans - but was immediately marked by me as the most “promising”. A couple of smiles, routine phrases, a compliment to her figure... everything went as it should, and by 12 o’clock at night we were already sitting in an embrace on a semicircular sofa at a corner table. A few shots did the trick, and I, trying to express interest, listened to her about her idiot husband, her job as a storekeeper, her recent vacation in Turkey…. Naturally, I was only thinking about when she would finally pour out all the pain and we would go to my house to fuck.
I didn’t have to wait long - she herself suggested “getting out of this den” and didn’t ask where when I called a taxi. By the middle of the journey, we were already kissing quite passionately, and no one interfered with my hands actively exploring her body. When we got out of the car, she quite calmly asked if I had condoms. I answered no. We tried for almost half an hour to buy condoms in the middle of the night, but in the end, she resigned herself and only asked not to cum inside her. I was more than satisfied with the situation, and the fact that she was determined and didn’t break at all only turned me on even more.
Obviously, this “adventure” was not the first in her life and followed a familiar scenario. Entering the apartment, Masha asked from the doorway where my bathroom was and immediately went there. I, having undressed and rinsed what I considered necessary in the kitchen sink, stretched out on the bed, waiting for my today’s “princess.”
When she appeared in the illuminated doorway, I realized that I had chosen the perfect female for tonight. Miniature, with a chiseled figure, she evoked wild desire. And the clear white areas of the swimsuit on the heavily tanned body strangely aroused her even more. I managed to replay in my head several shots of Masha sunbathing on the beach in a mini-bikini (the untanned areas were very small) before she, having given me a few seconds to enjoy her beautiful outline, got down on all fours and crawled along the strip of light from the doorway to the bed , playfully purring and arching her back.
Having reached the bed, where I, anticipating the upcoming sex, had already settled down in a frivolous position - hands behind my head, legs slightly bent at the knees, penis in full combat readiness - she, without ceasing purr, began her caresses. With the tip of her tongue, starting from the middle of the inner thigh, she rose higher and higher, giving me a sweet buzz. When her hand tightly clasped the penis, and her tongue worked on the balls, I could hardly restrain myself from the desire to quickly take possession of this kitty, but I succumbed to her game, only moving my hands to her thin shoulders and neck, continuing to enjoy her skillful passionate tongue. She squeezed my penis more and more, slowly caressing it, when I still could not resist and, having given the right direction to her actions, pulled her by the neck towards me. She confidently and tightly wrapped her hot mouth around my penis and began to suck, resting her bent arms on the bed. I immediately took control of the process into my own hands - directing the movements of her head, she clearly did not mind, readily accepting the new pace.
Excitement quickly grew to its maximum. I pulled her away from my penis, lifting her by the head... How quickly she understood everything, this Masha. Quickly leaning back, she spread her legs invitingly, showing me her impeccably shaved slit. I, already turned on as much as possible, leaned on her, pressing her hands to the pillow with mine and entered her in one sharp movement. Oh, how I love this feeling - the first entrance... She took my penis into her heated vagina and immediately wrapped her legs around me behind my back, exhaling sharply with every movement I made in her. When the exhalations began to be accompanied by moans, I increased the pace even more, trying to enter as deeply as possible, feeling how her body began to burn under mine, and her legs, in sync with the movements of my penis, pressed me against her.
A few moments later, Masha came, sobbing thinly through her bitten lip and hugging me deathly to her with her strong legs. What I initially mistook for sobs (this had already happened to other girls) turned out to be laughter... This was her peculiarity, apparently...
Continuing to giggle.. She somewhat loosened the claws of her legs on my back, and I continued to move under the loud squelching of her tired slit.. These sounds quickly led to my ecstasy. Remembering our agreement, I wanted, as usual, to cum in her mouth. But when I brought my penis to her face, she pressed her lips tightly, continuing to laugh with only her eyes. It was too late to restrain myself - my penis, clutched in my hand, having made several powerful bursts of sperm into her tightly compressed lips, and, giving me a flash of happiness, in those seconds no longer obeyed me.
She, obviously, did not expect this end. Wildly bending her body, she got out from under me and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I, satisfied and relaxed, sat on the bed, waiting for her return. “Perhaps we should leave her until the morning and fuck her again,” I thought narcissistically then... But... She came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, with a distant face and asked to call her a taxi, without looking me in the eyes. Of course I called.
I didn’t ask her name or phone number then. And although I visited BarSuk more than once in the evenings, we never saw each other again.


© Count Orlov, XXIV.III.MMXXIV

[Christmas_Christmas]

Count Orlov,
I really liked your History))),...

I didn’t ask her name or phone number then. And although I visited BarSuk more than once in the evenings, we never saw each other again.

and yes, this happens very often... sometimes you perceive the people we meet... events that happen next to us... we take them for granted, or we hope that all this will happen again tomorrow... and we will again meet the one or the one with whom it was so good yesterday and interestingly... under the impression of "today’s events", we simply do not realize that the people we accidentally met in our lives may never meet again..
thanks again for the History. ..

[Count Orlov]

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