The Asian girl at the third table.

It was a pre-New Year's winter evening, I was in a good mood, and I thought maybe I should go to a nightclub. So that's what I did. I washed up, shaved, got myself in order, called a taxi, and went. The evening was already in full swing. Everyone was dancing, the place was packed, all the tables were taken. I walked through the dance floor and settled at the bar counter, ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and started looking around. At the third table, not far from me, I spotted three girls. One of them was an Asian girl (I must say, Eastern looks have always attracted and fascinated me). They were chatting about something, laughing, and drinking some cocktails. I sat there sipping my whiskey, shifting my gaze from

this stunning girl to the other dancing girls, but for some reason, it kept returning to her, and then our eyes met.

I was a bit taken aback, and turning my head towards the bartender, I ordered another whiskey. I didn't want to seem rude (to bore a hole through her head with my stare), but the whiskey was already coursing through my blood, and my eyes were turning my head towards the third table. This time she wasn't there. I thought, probably went to the ladies' room, and started scanning the dance floor again, and I see her dancing not far from me. OOO, that petite figure, those graceful curves of her body. She was wearing a tight black dress and white thigh-high boots.

And we met eyes again. She gave me a slight smile. The dance track smoothly transitioned into a slow song (apparently someone requested a slow dance), and I thought it was time to act. I walked over to her and invited her to dance. Apparently, she was expecting it and agreed easily. I calmed down a bit, as there was a high chance of being rejected. I put my arm around her waist, and our bodies lightly touched. An inexplicably pleasant shiver ran through my body. We moved smoothly.

I asked, "What's your name?"

She answered, "Evdokia, you can just call me Donya," giving a seductive smile as she said it,

– "I'm Denis."

She smelled very pleasant, like some perfume, and it was arousing me. We exchanged some short phrases, and the whiskey was really kicking in now. I thought that if she walked away from me and sat back down with her friends at the table, making a second attempt would be much harder. And I took an unprecedented step, all or nothing. I said to her in one breath: "Donya, how are you going to spend this evening? Dance a bit, chat with your girlfriends, and then all go home. That's it?? Look, let's grab some martini, whiskey, fruit, go to a hotel, and spend this night in a way that will leave your legs trembling with happiness in the morning." Donya's eyes opened wide. Pause.

We're looking at each other. Donya turns and walks towards her table, while I'm standing there thinking what an idiot I am, rooted to the spot, watching her go. Donya walked up to her table, without explaining anything to her friends, grabbed her white purse, came over to me, and said, "Well, shall we go?"

My joy knew no bounds, but I tried not to show it. We went out to the lobby, got dressed, caught a taxi, and went to a hotel, stopping at a store on the way. The whole ride, Donya didn't let go of my soldier and gently stroked it while kissing my neck. Arriving at the designated place, we went up to the 3rd floor where a pre-booked room was waiting for us. Opening the door, I let Donya go in first, admiring her legs. Beautiful.

Closing the door behind me, I looked at Donya. In her eyes, I saw a certain cunning. She threw her fur coat on the floor and came over to me. Pulling my jacket off, she started kissing me, but I took the initiative. Taking her head in both my palms, I kissed her gently. Her hands took hold of my waist and slowly crept up my back. The kisses became passionate, and my hands began to wander over her body. I slowly lifted her dress, exposing her amazing ass, reaching with one hand for the most coveted spot while holding her by the back near her neck with the other, simultaneously moving towards the bed. I pulled her dress off, and she went for my silk shirt. Her skillful little hands unbuttoned several buttons and took it off, revealing my body to her. She greedily bit my chest. I gave her a slight push so she sat on the bed and went towards the table where Jack Daniel's and martini were, with fruit already in a vase. I poured myself a whiskey and downed it in one gulp, then poured her a martini and went over to her.

Donya was sitting on the bed with disheveled hair, squeezing both her hands between her legs, and looking at me like a wolf cub. Donya was already on edge. I handed her the glass, she greedily drank it—her mouth was dry from excitement—threw the empty glass on the bed, and frantically started undoing my belt. She pulled down my jeans along with my underwear, and my erect member was standing before her. She ran the tip of her tongue from my balls to the head and took it into her beautiful mouth, holding it with her hand and moving her tongue. At that moment, my blood raced through my body ten times faster, my member became very hard. We fell onto the bed. I spread her legs and started kissing and licking her pussy, moving to her princess, caressing her clit, licking her lips, and driving my tongue as deep as possible. Donya was flowing like a young spring birch tree when sap is taken from it. She was breathing heavily and moaning. I started moving higher, kissing her stomach. Donya took my head and pulled me higher. Her lips kissed and licked my face. My member pressed against Donya somewhere between her legs. The desire to enter her was at its peak. After moving my member a little more against the entrance of her pussy, I heard a hoarse, "Come into me! Come on!" She had already reached for it, but I entered her. A drawn-out moan sounded. Donya wrapped her legs and arms around me, and I started moving, simultaneously taking her head in both hands and looking straight into her eyes. Our lips lightly touched. Donya moaned, digging her claws into me. Literally a few thrusts and she came. Her eyes rolled back, and she convulsed, while I held her slightly. I hadn't come yet, but I was so pleased that beneath me lay that very desired girl I had wanted all evening, and she was getting pleasure from me. We kissed greedily. Donya's mouth was dry again. I took the glass that was by the headboard and went to the window. Snow was falling outside, and although it was already late, people were still walking around—it was the pre-New Year bustle. I poured Donya a martini and headed back to her…

We fucked all night in different positions. I just pounded her until we both passed out. Waking up in the morning, though it was already lunchtime, in a half-daze I discovered a warm, soft little body next to me. Donya was lying on her side, fast asleep. I reached out to her and started stroking her with my fingertips from her lower back up her spine to her neck and back. Donya stirred. I slipped my hand between her legs, took hold of her pubic area, pulled her towards me, pressed my member somewhere between her legs, hugged her, and started caressing her amazing breasts. Donya's princess was waking up simultaneously, and she slowly started impaling herself on my member. I carefully inserted my member, and Donya began to moan. I kissed her shoulders and neck, and her hair tangled on my lips. Donya arched, I picked up the pace, and we came together.

She was so amazing. Donya woke up completely and ran to the shower, and I passed out again. Through my half-sleep, I felt a gentle kiss and a piece of paper with her phone number in my palm.