Two-meter-tall security guard

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A month had passed since the story with Sashka, and I wanted some new interesting events in my life, so I went to a rock concert with my friends. My favorite band, whose concerts I frequent, had just arrived. As is customary—we had a little beer for a boost, to forget about problems and hardships and have a great time rocking out. So, I'm sitting by the bar counter and notice a gorgeous security guard passing by; I even dropped my cocktail straw: a two-meter-tall handsome man with black hair, brown eyes, magnificently built, and in uniform too, wow, what a peach!!! I love military men—handsome, huge...

Well, I thought—I WANT!!!

I finished my cocktail, jumped around at the concert, was in the mosh pit (for those who don't know—it's when the crowd gathers in the center of the dance floor at a rock concert and pushes each other, falls and jumps, runs in a circle, basically—releasing negativity). After the concert ended, my friend said she lost her watch, and we started looking for it, and then this security guard comes over and offers his help. Well, I'm thrilled, we found the watch, thanked him, and started heading for the exit, but there was a crowd—couldn't squeeze through. My friend left, but I stayed. I'm walking around thinking, what to do?! I look at the security guard—I want him, but how to tell him—I don't know!!! I walked back and forth for a long time, then came up with an idea—to leave him my phone number, but I had no paper or pen with me! I started bothering people—asking for stationery, but no one had any! I thought, okay—not meant to be! But then I look at the security guard and... I WANT, of course, and when I want something—I achieve it.

I found both a pen and paper, and even wrote (066... Anya, if you want—call), but that's not enough, I still have to give it to him somehow. And again—I want to but it's scary, I feel like some schoolgirl, and he's so cool. Anyway—I hold my breath, gather my thoughts, approach, hand him the note, say—Take it, turn around, and walk towards the exit, telling myself 100 times—you fool, don't look back! In short—a tough case: kindergarten, an irresistible desire, but so embarrassing, oh!!! Later, I consoled myself by thinking that I'm very brave and I don't care if he calls or not, the main thing was to take a chance with fate! Happy as an elephant after a bath, I was pleased with myself, decided he probably wouldn't call anyway because he surely thought I was a fool, calmed down, and completely forgot about him!

I'm living my life, not bothering anyone, going to work, flirting with everyone—just for fun, spending money, buying expensive lingerie, only for myself—MY BELOVED SELF, going to the gym, beauty salons, I even went to the opera just to wear my most beautiful evening dress, boosting my self-esteem, that's my kind of entertainment! And then—an unknown number calls me:

— Hello, I felt like calling you.

— Hello, who is this?

— Artyom…, the concert…, well…, I found the watch…

— Yes, I remember, thanks for the watch, it was very important for my friend.

— Listen, you're so brave, your action amazed me.

— More like flattered)))

— Very unexpected and pleasant.

— ))).

— Listen, I have a day off tomorrow… Let's go for a walk?

— Let's…

Well… girls will understand me—joy and enthusiasm are off the charts!!! I'm freaking out like crazy, I think, wow. I'd like to know the male opinion about such actions from girls, so guys, write your opinions, I'm very interested!

I'm getting ready, dressing up, literally—flying. We met, he gave me a flower, a white rose, how he guessed—I don't know, probably a coincidence, he noticed I had changed, we walked, sat in a cafe, in short—standard, but with one caveat—I liked him so much and he liked me too, the desire and tension between us—you could cut it with a knife!!! I can see in his eyes—he wants me, it's written on my forehead too, I think, what's with guys these days—where's the initiative?! It's the 21st century, and that says it all.

I wait, drop hints, but it's like talking to a wall, and then I got tired!!! I try and try, but it's all in vain, and I started to not care, and as per the law of perversity—that's when he remembered that he had a poster and a disc with autographs from that band, the one at whose concert we were, that he got all that for me after receiving my note, but now he forgot it at home. And I think—what a sly one, he did come up with bait. And I decided to play along—How could you forget it at home, it's very important to me, I'm a fan, let's go quickly and get it. I decided to keep quiet about the fact that the members of this band are my friends, that we've known each other for 5 years, that I've been to many of their concerts, drank and partied with them, that I have a bunch of photos, discs, autographs, posters with them, and I did the right thing—the night was unforgettable.

We arrived, he lives quite nicely, a cute apartment, clean and masculine—minimalist. He gave me my trophies, told the story of how he asked the band to write nice words for me, etc. A hero, simply, no words! Then he cut up some fruit and poured Morengo, I really love it with cherry juice. We sit, talk, listen to Music—not romantic, but rock—very rhythmic, by the way, and then he moves closer to me, notices my earring is twisted and fixes it with his tongue… And my ears and neck are a sensitive spot—after a kiss—I get hit with incredible arousal. He kisses my earlobe and neck, moving lower, massages my head with his fingers and runs his hand over my face, unfastens the belt at my waist, and I take off his knitted vest, unbutton the buttons on his shirt and slip my hand under the shirt, m-yeah, a magnificent body!

I place my hand on his heart and feel—it's beating fast, he's very hot, I run my hand over his abs and he shivers all over, and that amuses me, I tickle his side. He begs me to stop tormenting him and takes my hands in his, kisses my palms and hides them behind my back, presses me against the sofa and slips his hands under my dress, takes off my tights and runs his fingertips along the inside of my thigh, and I'm thrown into shivers. He gets on his knees, takes my legs and pulls me towards him, moves my panties aside and buries his lips, then realizes the panties are in the way, takes them off me and now, unobstructed, gives me pleasure. I take off my dress and run my hands through his hair, tickle behind his ear, he laughs, says I'm nasty, and for that he gets up, takes off my bra and bites my breast, not painfully, but very cool, and his fingers are already inside me!

Then he gets up, takes off his pants, lifts me by the hands, kisses me, holds me tight so I can feel his arousal, I pull down his underwear with my hands, out jumps a big and beautiful cock (over 20cm), just fitting for a two-meter-tall owner, pleasant surprise and slight shock in my eyes, he takes advantage of my confusion and hands me a condom. I carefully put it on and think, what will the sensation be like when this weapon is inside me. He runs his hand over my face, neck, breasts, stops at my waist, turns me with my back to him and gently pushes me forward. I lean on the sofa, he strokes my butt and perineum with his hand, checking—how wet I am.

He moves his hand to my lower back, presses—I arch, he positions himself behind, tries to enter, inserts the head, and I already feel as if I've been impaled on a champagne bottle, before I could think that I brought this on myself, he was all inside me, my breath caught, even my legs cramped. He froze. Then he started moving slowly, stroking me, kneading my breasts and clitoris, kissing my neck, back, asking me to relax. I tried, after a while—I got used to it, he continued to please and kiss me, I started to enjoy it and got into the groove. Then we changed positions—he sat on the sofa, and I jumped on top, I moved not up and down, but in circular motions, he kissed my breasts, stroked my back, then stood up with me and carried me to the bed, without pulling out of me, by the way, while he walked, my arousal increased, and, already in bed in the classic position, after a while and at a furious pace, we both came. Cool, it was my first full orgasm, I was shaking and my leg cramped for a short time, but it was magnificent!!!

We went to the bathroom, I saw a happy face in the mirror and realized that brave and childishly naive actions must be done, especially when you want something so badly!!!

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