A Raunchy Tale - The Russian
With our backs to the bar, elbows providing support against the marble, we discuss the available options. Though dark, we can still make out who is attractive and who we should steer well clear of. We settle on two women facing each other, each on separate short couches with a small table between them. They could have fit on one together but it seems they left room for a guest each. After a few minutes we deduce that they are in fact single and not waiting for a pair of boyfriends and decide to make some introductions, I lead of course. Not two metres from them I decide which one I want and veer left, Brent had no choice but to take the leftovers. Not that she was unattractive however, she was just missing something. Sex appeal. Something that the woman I had chosen had plenty of.
“Hi, it looks like you’re saving the seat next to you for your man? How about an upgrade?” I say with a cheeky smile and she can tell im playing around.
“Sure, for now. Who's your friend?” she has a thick Russian accent and I love it. I picked it in her looks when I saw her face for the first time, I can always tell an eastern European woman. They are amongst the most beautiful in the world and this one certainly didn’t fail to uphold the title. Shoulder length blonde hair with a straight cut fringe almost hiding her immense, seductive green eyes. Even in this reduced lighting they burned, giving away the passion in her thoughts. This woman was trouble, in a good way and I couldn’t wait to dive in.
“Brent, he’s a little shy. I hope your friend takes it easy on him. You look extremely…. Umm… well you’re sexy as fuck!” Something in the way she looked at me told me don’t bother with small talk. She was attracted to me as I was to her, we weren’t going to grow old together or start a family. We were going to fuck, hard.
“Do you feel like a walk? I can make us a drink at my place, it’s not far” she looked me up and down, smiled and said something to her friend in Russian then stood up. She was short but shapely, curves in the right places and a strut that would have me following like a lost puppy. An extremely horny, lost puppy. I winked to Brent and made the hand signal of pinkie to chin and thumb to ear meaning ‘I’ll call you’, turned and followed my Russian to the door. I didn’t even know her name yet nor did she know mine. I liked this, the anonymity added to the taboo of leaving without as much as three full sentences spoken.
The non-communicative theme continued in the short cab ride to my place, clearly walking was too much of a delay. It was if we had silently agreed what this was and how conversation would only detract from the experience and spoil the mystery. Into my building, up the elevator and through my apartment door we went. She led the way, strut never faltering. I gestured that I would briefly disappear to the bathroom and she made her way down the hall, passed the open bedroom to the living area where I assumed she would make herself comfortable.
I was wrong, dead wrong. What I saw upon returning from a quick freshen up sent shivers straight through my body and as much blood as humanly possible to my groin. From my bedroom, the view is usually rather tame. On the left I have my bar consisting of a stainless high table loaded with liquor bottles and shakers. Further along is my couch, stylish square design three seater with a chaise. On the right the bachelor half kitchen and opposite the couch an entertainment unit sporting a 55 inch Sony flat screen surrounded by a piano black sound system. Everything a single man would need to offer a girl the perfect place to ‘watch a DVD’.
However this time, standing on my crimson red, plush pile centre piece rug was the sexiest Russian doll I had ever seen. Facing the balcony, legs a little more than shoulder width apart, I traced her silhouette past slender calves, toned thighs and up to her soft mound, barely hidden behind black lace panties. With creamy white eastern European skin, the contrast of all black lingerie had me gawking. Now I’m no amateur when it comes to being prepared but this woman has me beat. Gloss black six inch heels, thigh high stockings strapped to a garter resting deliciously on her hips. Below lay a black lace G-string with just enough coverage to blur the fine lips of her vagina, and lastly the slender straps of a matching bra just hanging on to her fingertips, swinging gently in the breeze floating through the open balcony doors.
She doesn’t move as I make my way to her, only letting the bra drop to the ground as I stop to let me know I have a green light. As much as I would love to jump right in I should savour the moment in the same way one must not rush a wine tasting. My fingertips trace a line from her wrist, dragging slowly up to her shoulder. I see the hairs stand and skin become taught. I remove my hand and gently kiss where it had just been. She shifts her weight backwards slightly until my chest presses firmly against her back and my groin against her arse. I kiss her again, on the neck, her short bob allowing me access while my hands move to her breasts. She reaches back and pulls my hips sharply against her and I squeeze hard around one nipple. A small moan escapes her mouth and I move my hand south, as does she.
I can’t see us slowing down at this point so we might as well speed up. Her breathing is heavy and she pushes back, arching her back. Her hand slips into my pants to free my cock, wrapping firmly around my shaft she starts to pull up and back. She squeezes hard, reacting as my right hand enters her panties and a wet finger finds her clit. I can’t wait to feel her wetness, so I slide a finger between her lips and find my way inside her. The back of my hand is covered in juices from her soaked panties, the front even more. Inside her lips feels smooth and inviting like wet silk and it’s driving me crazy. I can tell she’s begging for something with more girth and as if urged by a sudden mental link she dove forward for the edge of the couch. Arse up she pulled the string of her lingerie to the side and guided the head of my cock inside her.
The warmth of her pussy wrapped around my cock and the pressure at my tip with every thrust is intense, her hands grabbing fistfuls of couch as I fuck her hard and deep. My thighs are hitting fiercly against her arse cheeks and waking the neighbours, sure to leave a bruise but she just keeps screaming for me to fuck her. Deeper and harder, she wants to come and so do I. I want her to explode all over my cock, I want her come all down my legs. Her tunnel tightens in waves as I pick up the pace, pulling almost all the way out before plunging deep back inside her. From my viewpoint I can see her arse cheeks spread, her pink lips slowly getting pinker the longer, and more roughly I fuck her. The tiny, wet folds of skin rolling up and down my rock hard shaft. The trail of her come sliding up and down my length like a string of spit that won’t break. I feel my balls tighten as she contracts again, she’s coming and so am I. Her scream is cut short as her face freezes in a contorted paralytic guise and I manage to hold out for the last few thrusts to see her finish properly. Just as she finishes my groan begins. A shudder starts from deep within and I feel the rush of hot seamen through my shaft and fill her deep inside. I pull back hard on her shoulders, burying my come as far inside this absolute stranger as possible. The thought of our juices mixing in her like that almost gets me started again.
She pants, fast at first but it slows over the course of a minute. I’ve collapsed on top of her, my now reasonably limp member still firmly inside her. She makes a move and I rise, slowly pulling out, her hand cupping under her clit to catch anything that might trickle out. I roll over and she goes to the bathroom to clean herself up, apparently satisfied and pleased with the events of the last hour.
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