Not old classmates yet
Well, finally, a business trip to St. Petersburg. Got tired of the work routine, at least some variety. And recently, an old school friend popped up on "Odnoklassniki." We had lost touch long ago, and it turns out he lives in St. Petersburg now. We arranged to meet. Terribly curious to see what he's become and just to chat... In high school, we hung out in the same crowd and liked each other. I'll say more—I was a little bit in love with him. But somehow our relationship never quite worked out. Then we moved apart... Got families...
Got lucky with the weather, St. Petersburg saved the rain for someone else.
And so, having finished the routine business trip tasks, unhurriedly, at a walking pace, I headed to the meeting place. We arranged to meet at a cafe, so it would be convenient to chat and have a bite to eat at the same time. Damn, hope I recognize him. What if he doesn't recognize me, although they say I haven't changed much... aged, eyes don't sparkle as much, but my figure is in good shape (I still fit into my "graduation" dress!). I must say, I worked quite a bit on my appearance: light makeup, a loose, light blouse, a skirt not mini, but significantly above the knees, thong, and no bra (I can't stand it when bra fasteners and straps stick out from under a light blouse!).And now the sign of the cafe I need is visible ahead. My heart starts beating faster... You involuntarily peer into the faces of all men of the right age. And then I see I'm not the only one: HE is standing at the entrance and also intently scrutinizing all the women passing by. There could be no doubt, it was him: just the same as in school... as if so many years hadn't passed... He turned his head in my direction... I smiled at him...
— Crazy! You'll strangle me! Put me down!
Damn! His dimples always drove me crazy! My heart pounded in my chest at a furious pace, any moment it might jump out... Maybe I shouldn't have skipped the bra?..
For the occasion, we ordered wine. Chatted for about two hours. About what? Who knows... I was just enjoying his voice, dimples, laughter, the sparkle in his eyes... I think I was constantly smiling and feeling happy and young. We moved closer and closer to each other, periodically pressing knees and foreheads. And with every such touch, my heart started jumping out of my chest, and lower in my belly, it ached more and more and demanded release. I think he felt the same, because his trousers started to bulge slightly, and a familiar lustful gleam appeared in his eyes. "We're wasting time" flashed through my head. And then I felt his hand on my knee. He cautiously began to stroke it. I smiled encouragingly and started whispering something in his ear, touching it with my lips. His hand moved higher and higher, now it was under the skirt... I slightly spread my legs (good thing there's a long tablecloth on the table!). His fingers had already reached my panties... I wasn't whispering anymore, I was moaning into his ear... A finger moved along my slit, then slipped under the panties and found my clit... To avoid moaning out loud in the cafe, I had to bite his earlobe—now he was the one moaning.
While he was paying, I ran to the restroom to calm the trembling in my legs a bit and tidy up. Where to now? He has a wife at home, I have a hotel where guests aren't allowed anymore. It turned out that wasn't a problem for him, and he decisively dragged me somewhere. I've never had such an adventure! Adrenaline smoothly turned into super excitement! My head refused to think rationally and make decisions. I just wanted to give myself to him and didn't care where, how, or when! And here we are in a 12-story building, jumping into the elevator. My hands went into his pants and pulled out his treasure. Yes... there was something to look at! I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth. I know how to give a blowjob, at least no one has ever complained. And the thought that at any moment the elevator could stop and people could walk in only fueled my excitement and made me work at full capacity. Perhaps I overdid it... he had to finish. Hope he has enough strength to recover.
Yes, but what are we going to do on the top floor? It turned out to be simpler—it's a dormitory and the entrance to the roof is always open. That's where we went. St. Petersburg from above on a summer evening is beautiful! Too bad it's light, I prefer dark nights—more romantic somehow, but have to make do with what we have. Leaning on the railing, I admired the view. He hugged me from behind and started kissing my neck. His hands went down to my chest, where my erect nipples were begging for attention. A new wave of excitement washed over me. The blouse was already unbuttoned, his tongue greedily teased my nipples. He got down on his knees and his tongue slowly descended down my stomach... now it was in my navel, making me clench up and start moaning... His hands unbuttoned the skirt and it treacherously immediately fell from my hips. The panties met the same fate. And so on the roof of the 12th floor, I'm standing in just an unbuttoned blouse fluttering in the wind, legs spread, head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning from the sensation of his tongue on my clit. He's a master of his craft! His tongue worked wonders, I could already feel the orgasm approaching... just don't stop!... my body convulsed in orgasm...
He looked at me in surprise. It turns out his women don't come so impulsively and sweetly. Well, I don't know... haven't slept with other women. Now I need to rest a bit (alas, not 18 anymore!), gather strength to continue—he's hard again! Only now does the question occur to me: "Is anyone watching us?" I look around and see another couple at the other end of the roof. When they appeared—I don't know, but their process was in full swing. Obviously, they were residents of this dorm. They prudently brought a blanket and comfortably settled on the roof. The girl gracefully climbed onto the guy, her hair fluttering in the wind, and her firm breasts swaying to the rhythm of the movements. The sight was mesmerizing. She kept accelerating the rhythm. Then the guy flipped over, laid her on her back, her slender legs flew up. Now he was working at full strength.
Excitement rolled through my body in a new wave. I still hadn't gotten dressed, the skirt and underwear were lying on the floor, the blouse—somewhere on my back. Between my legs was already wet and waiting for invasion. He didn't keep me waiting. We didn't have a blanket, so I had to lean my hands on the railing, and he started moving his cock along my back, buttocks, cautiously touching my anus, gradually going lower into my very core. I started moving to meet him, in rhythm with his movements. Oh! And there he is! I immediately felt the size of this monster! His movements were cautious, as if giving me time to feel him and enjoy him. Then the thrusts became stronger and more rhythmic. From time to time, a roar of passion escaped him, and I quietly moaned in rhythm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the "neighbors" had changed position: she was now on her knees. I decided to follow their example. Without removing his tool, I smoothly got down on my knees, spreading his shirt lying nearby underneath. I deliberately turned so I could see the young couple. It's arousing... as if we're having sex with four people. My partner's tension had already peaked and he came on my back. Honestly, we were both exhausted. Quickly tidying up, we left the roof. The young people stayed—full of strength and energy.
We were tired and happy. And most importantly, we both understood—it was just sex, not obligating anything more, an instant flash of passion. When will we meet again? I don't know. But such moments brighten our boring everyday life!
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