Favorable meeting

At the request of readers, a story from my life, completely real down to the smallest details. I wrote it a long time ago.

This autumn, a guy wrote to me on my VKontakte page. We started talking, the ease of conversation and his manners won me over. I was bothered by the fact that he was 21, so I told him right away not to expect anything more. He didn't object, just said it would be interesting to talk with an adult girl like me (I'm 33). He wrote to me every day, asked about my affairs, my mood, was sweet and charismatic. His appearance also turned out to be quite attractive from the photo he sent me, and I sent

mine back. We chatted like that for two weeks. And I don't know, or rather I don't even remember how it happened, but our innocent communication smoothly turned into an intimate one. Apparently, the long absence of sex made me weak. We shared our preferences and desires with each other. Conversations about intimacy fueled my desire more and more each day. He wrote about how much he liked me and how much he wanted me. And I also became interested in the size of his manhood, and I directly asked him about it, to which I received an answer of 19 cm. That intrigued me. But you can say anything, and as practice shows, everything is exaggerated in words. We got to talking about meeting up, and we started planning it on neutral ground to avoid unnecessary exposure. I'm in a long-term relationship, not the best with my partner, no intimacy at all. It was a Saturday. He came by bus, and I met him by car. We drove around, talked about everyday things, laughed about various stuff. Then we arrived at the station, sat in the car. I became noticeably nervous, and he took my hand and started stroking it, then my knee (I was wearing tight, ripped, gray jeans, a black-and-red blouse, black ankle boots, and a black leather jacket). He asked me to calm down, not to be nervous. And to do that, he pulled me close and started kissing me. I wrapped my hands around his head, returning the kiss. Then I started thinking about where we could move. Time was pressing because my partner would be home soon. The car wasn't an option, a residential area, and it wasn't dark enough yet. I commanded him to get out of the car, locked it, and led the guy to the station. There were no people there, an empty space. I looked around, took his hand, and led him into one of the stalls in the women's restroom. There we started kissing greedily and caressing each other. He unbuttoned my blouse—there was a beautiful, black, lace bra underneath—and took out my breast. He began to caress it with his hands and play with my nipples with his tongue. Meanwhile, I was unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, then took off his briefs. While he continued to caress my breast, I already wrapped my hand around his cock (and he hadn't lied about the size). Before a thought could even cross my mind about what I'd like to do with such a treasure, I had already mechanically crouched down and started licking the head of his cock, sucking on it. Holding the shaft of his cock with my hand, I started licking his balls, sucking on them, looking up from below into the guy's eyes. He watched everything happening and enjoyed the process. Then he pulled me away from the task, pulled my jeans and black lace thong panties down to my feet, bent me over doggy-style against the wall, and entered my already wet pussy. Mmm... it was so sweet, his cock was perfect for my pleasure. I started moaning, but so no one would hear, he put his finger in my mouth. He made a few thrusts inside me and pulled out, wanting to finish. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started jerking him off over the toilet until everything came out to the last drop. After that, he put on his pants, and I started getting dressed too. He stopped me from dressing because he wasn't finished with me yet. I nodded in agreement, and he knelt down, spread my legs wider, and pressed his tongue to my pussy. He licked it so skillfully and blissfully that my legs trembled. I felt the pleasure building more and more, I was already ready to come. With one hand I grabbed his hair, and with the other I covered my mouth so as not to moan. Oooh... it was something. He stood up, we kissed. We carefully checked the situation at the exit of the restroom, left the station, and went our separate ways home.