May Walk

This incident happened to me a long time ago. I was walking by myself, as I often do (I like to be alone with my thoughts), along the busy streets. I was walking and thinking to myself, and then I see a pretty good-looking girl coming towards me. I immediately imagined what she would look like naked in bed next to me. Yeah, I really wanted to fuck her hard. That thought gave me a pleasant ache somewhere down in my lower stomach. The girl was very beautiful, dressed very stylishly, expensively, and tastefully—one of those spoiled rich daughters. Her hair was just below her shoulders, black. Even though the weather was cloudy,

it was immediately obvious they were glossy and shimmering, that she took meticulous care of her appearance.

I wasn't timid around girls, but to just go up to one alone and introduce myself... well, in short, I didn't know how to do that, and when I tried, it always went badly. I don't know why I get self-conscious when I'm alone, but it was always like that. Anyway, I decided to do it. I turned around and started following her.

 — "Excuse me, miss," I said to her, but it seemed she didn't hear me, as she didn't even break her stride or bat an eye...

 — "Miss, I'm talking to you," I said louder, my voice already carrying notes of confidence and a bit of aggression (I always got riled up quickly when someone ignored me).

The girl slowed her pace slightly, turned carelessly, and asked in a feigned, haughty voice:

 — "Are you talking to me?"

All the excitement was shattered...

I didn't know what to say.

 — "Yes, do you know what time it is?"

 — "No."

She said and walked on. Bitch, everything inside me boiled over. I had just seen her talking on the phone—she knew the time. I got seriously worked up. I had to punish her for her arrogance.

 — "Excuse me," I said and walked on, but this bitch again pretended not to hear me. I was burning with rage...

I overtook her, pretending I really did need to know the time, and without looking back at her, I walked on. But after about fifty meters, I went into a kiosk to buy cigarettes. After buying a pack, I pretended to look at the display counter (I needed to stall so that bitch would walk further ahead). Seeing she had passed, I came out and slowly followed her, lagging a bit behind. She turned into a courtyard alley. It started to drizzle.

She went into an entranceway. Here I quickened my pace and practically jumped in after her. Seeing me, she looked at me frightened. "What do you want from me?" she asked—no longer in such a haughty tone. "Silly girl, I love you," I said with a malicious smile. "I'll scream now," she said in a trembling voice. "Go ahead, try," I said and squeezed her chin hard. She jerked. I let go and suddenly slapped her. Strangely, she didn't even cry out, just rubbed her cheek, looking down like a guilty child. This aroused me immensely. Blood rushed to my head. I told her to take off her sweater. "No," she said. It sounded very pitiful. I got even harder. I grabbed her by the hair and walked her to the elevator. Calling the elevator, I forced her inside and pressed the button for the ninth floor.

As soon as we got up there, I led her by the elbow to the stairs leading to the roof. That's when she showed she didn't intend to go there. I started slapping her, one after another, and probably got too carried away, as I noticed blood coming from her nose and the corner of her lip. She became meek as a lamb again. I forced her against me and plunged into her lips. Yes, the scent of her expensive perfume and the smell of her hair made my head spin. I almost came right there. She tried to push me away timidly, but I squeezed the back of her head forcefully, and she stopped resisting, only breathing intermittently. After enjoying the kiss, I led her up the stairs. Once on the roof, I ordered her again to take off her sweater, but she again pretended not to hear and looked away.

And that's when I got truly angry. "Oh, you bitch, who do you think you are, you whore!" I shouted and hit her hard across the face with my palm. She looked at me frightened, and it was clear she was ready for anything. But I got into the thrill and hit her again with all my strength. The blow landed somewhere near her neck. She fell and started crying. "Oh, you scum!" I shouted. "Get undressed!" and kicked her in the stomach. But she wasn't in a state to do anything, and I realized myself I had gotten a bit carried away. I took out a cigarette and slowly lit it to give her time to come to her senses. She lay there, moaning pitifully, sobbing and muttering something I couldn't make out.

I finished the cigarette and slowly approached her. "Well, princess, have you understood I'm not going to play lovey-dovey with you?" She made something like a nod. I made an angry face and gave her a sharp slap. "Yes, I understand," she said, looking at me with a frightened gaze. "That's better," I said. "Now get undressed." She stood up and began timidly taking off her expensive sweater. I stood and enjoyed the sight. I was aroused, breathing was difficult. "And now, bitch, take off your jeans." She hesitantly reached for the zipper of her jeans. "What, you don't hear me, scum?" I shouted, and she quickly started pulling them off. And there she stood before me, only in white lace panties and a bra.

When she undressed, I was in ecstasy. This pussy had a flawless body I couldn't even have imagined. Her skin was smooth as silk, long straight legs, her breasts were definitely a C-cup. Yeah, a pedigreed female. I slowly approached her and touched her breast. She shuddered. I smiled and said, "Don't be afraid of me," and gently squeezed it. She sighed. I moved closer to her lips and kissed her. She didn't even try to pull away (apparently learned my lesson well). Then I pulled back slightly, tugging her lip, making a sort of smacking sound. "My sweetie," I whispered in her ear, and I felt that ache in my stomach again—a strange, pleasant feeling, something like love. She stood before me, so beautiful and submissive. I had a surge of emotions, my head was spinning.

I kissed her again, a bit more forcefully this time. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist; she had a sweet little tongue. I started stroking her flat, smooth stomach, then began moving my hand lower and lower until it was on her pubic mound. I started feeling for her labia. Yeah, they were warm and slightly moist. I felt her body tense up. I started gently stroking and pinching them. I found her clitoris and began slowly massaging it. Gradually, her lips became wetter, and I noticed she started moaning. I broke the kiss and looked at her with a smile. "If you don't like it, I won't do it anymore," I said. She became embarrassed and nodded her head. Strangely, her gaze no longer looked frightened. But I still fingered her little pussy a bit more, because I knew she wanted it even if she wouldn't admit it.

Yeah, I think she was ready. Pressing her shoulders slightly, I started to squat down, and she did with me. Finally, we were squatting. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lay on top of her. I started pulling down my jeans. My cock was overexcited. Taking it out, I started rubbing it against her wet pussy. She was very hot. I teased her clitoris a bit more with the head, then slowly started to insert it. She wasn't a virgin, but it was clear she hadn't had many men, as her slit was narrow and tight, giving me the impression it was actually sucking me in. And then I plunged into her completely. I started moving slowly, and she began moaning, gulping air convulsively.

I started increasing the pace, and her moan turned into a cry. I started pulling her tightly onto my cock, and it was clear from her that she really liked it. Her pussy became even wetter; the base of my cock felt cool from her juices, the head was in a hot slit. It was heavenly pleasure. And then I felt her body begin to shudder in orgasm. Yes—yes, she started to come and even began pressing my back to her with her legs. I couldn't last much longer and also felt that sweet sensation that happens before orgasm, and I started to come. I came inside her. I thought I would lose consciousness. The last drops I released without moving, just plunging my cock all the way in!!! It was something else!!!

After I finished, we lay there for about another minute, embracing, with my cock still inside her. I kissed her gently on the lips and, with that, pulled my cock out of her. My soul felt very sweet, yes, exactly sweet!

I lay on my back. She lay there motionless.

 — "What's your name?" I asked, taking out a cigarette.

 — "Kristina. And yours?"

 — "Kirill."

 — "At first, I thought you were a maniac," she said, taking the cigarette from my mouth.

I smiled.

 — "Couldn't you have just approached me like a normal person to get acquainted?"

 — "Well, if you didn't notice, at first that's exactly what I was going to do, but you were probably too good for me?" I said, starting to get a bit worked up again, taking a new cigarette from the pack.

 — "To be honest, I thought you were an insecure bore. I'm sorry, but girls hate guys like that and try not to get involved with them. But now I see you're a real male," she said with a gentle smile.

Here I couldn't hold back. Pulling her bra down, I freed her breast and buried my lips in her nipple. She pressed my head hard against her breast. I felt myself starting to get hard again. And we did it all over again. After we finished, we got dressed and went downstairs. Outside, the sun was shining, there was a pleasant post-rain smell that made your head spin. I put my arm around her waist and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry as a wolf. Maybe grab a bite?"

 — "Yeah, I wouldn't say no right now," she said.

And we went to the nearest cafe. After having a hearty snack, we went outside.

 — "Well, Kristina, I have to go," I said.

 — "Yeah, me too. I still need to go to the hospital with a girlfriend. By the way, I was on my way to her," she said, smiling.

I still couldn't believe this girl had just had sex with me. I put my arm around her waist, pulled her to me, and plunged into her lips. And this time, she herself slipped her sweet little tongue into my mouth. It lasted about a minute, after which she slowly pulled back, making that same smacking sound herself!

— And for the future, Kirill, my advice to you is be bolder with girls. We like daring and decisive guys, not timid boys. After all, you don't need to get acquainted with all girls the way you did with me today, although this was the most amazing acquaintance I've ever had, and I'll never forget it," she said and herself buried her lips in mine.

And so we parted. After that, I saw her once when I was walking down that street again, but not alone—with my new girlfriend. We just glanced at each other and smiled sweetly.

And in conclusion, my advice to you guys: be a bit bolder, because chicks like that. Don't wait for them to hit on you themselves—that doesn't happen. Guys should take the lead!!!