Unplanned Encounter

Who is he to me? A friend, a lover, my lust, my secret sin, the one I dreamed of or the one I wished I never knew? Or perhaps the one I was searching for? But then again, but then again, it doesn't matter. Did I want to meet him? Yes, I did. Did I know back then how our meeting would end? Yes, I did. But I didn't fully comprehend all these feelings, this passion. How many emotions are in that word. But for me, it's not just a word...

We met by chance. In a shoe store. Some might find that funny. Yes, me too. A chance meeting, a chance acquaintance. I smiled a lot. I connected with him from the first glance, as if we had known each other for a long time. His green eyes,

with pupils slightly dilated from alcohol and fatigue, were beautiful. As, indeed, was everything he asked and talked about. I immediately noticed the ring on his finger, well of course he's married, after all he's about ten years older, maybe more, who knows. I tried not to ask about anything unnecessary. And what's the point of those questions, when everything is already clear. Everything can be read right in his eyes. His gaze was full of lust and desire.

I bought high-heeled shoes, 2 pairs — lime green and black with a long red stiletto. He invited me to go to a restaurant with him, I was with a friend, and he of course was with a friend. I agreed, but first I said I needed to take my purchases to the hotel. He said he would wait. My friend and I went, laughing. We went into the hotel, drank some whiskey, touched up our makeup, and went. Suddenly I saw him in the elevator of our hotel. "He who seeks shall find," he said, already holding me in his embrace. On the way to the restaurant, my friend and his friend walked ahead and we walked behind, holding hands. He told me that he sensed some kind of challenge in me, a thirst for flight, which is why he couldn't just pass by. Walking past a lingerie store, he begged me to go in and try some on, he said he would buy any one I liked, but I refused. Before entering the restaurant, he started talking about how beautiful I was. To which I replied — "I don't like words, I need your actions."

He shouted: "Actions you want, actions!" Going up the restaurant stairs, he grabbed me, pressed me against the wall and kissed me with such passion and tenderness that I felt my panties get wet and felt his swollen cock with my body. "Let's go," he said, "or we won't make it, and our friends are already waiting." We sat in the restaurant, drank, danced, even managed to quarrel, barely having met. My friend drank quite a bit, we all had to take her to her hotel room. There she broke the door. I started asking him to help fix the door and he agreed. After he fixed it, I thanked him with a tender kiss. My friend clearly didn't like him being in our room and she started kicking him out, she didn't want us to be together that night. She interfered with us in every way, in a completely drunken state she insulted us, got in the way. But that only fueled our attraction to each other more. This had never happened to me before, I wanted to know all of him. To feel him inside me...

We lay and caressed each other with kisses for a long time. () Then we took a warm shower one after the other. I came out of the shower first and waited for him completely naked. Then he came out. We started kissing each other with a mad passion, touching with our tongues and moaning. During this time, my friend was lying on the adjacent bed, with her eyes open, she just silently watched everything that was happening. But that didn't stop us, it seemed that at that moment we noticed nothing around us, as if we lived in each other. I felt his body pressed against mine, it excited me, I wanted him. I slowly descended to his cock and began to caress it first with my hands, then gently took the head of his cock with my lips and began to suck. He started moaning. I began to squeeze his cock with my lips harder and harder. Started running my tongue along the entire shaft of his cock. Finally, I took his entire cock as deep as possible and started sucking it slowly, then faster and faster. He got very excited. He pulled out his cock and entered my already soaking wet pussy. He was on top, I moaned quietly. Then I pushed him away and sat on top of his cock.

I wanted to feel all of him, our breathing quickened with each of my movements. Then he pushed me away. He laid me on the bed so that my head hung off, and entered my mouth deep-deep into my very throat, and started moving back and forth, I caught this rhythm and started moving my head and lips back and forth myself. His cock went into my very throat. This excited me more and more. He took me with his strong hands, wrapped his arms around my body and entered me again, this time he was on top again. He told me to squeeze my tits and I obediently did so. Then he turned me over, grabbed me by the hair and started fucking me quickly from behind, I started moaning loudly. Juice started flowing from my vagina. He turned me over, stood on the bed, I got on my knees, made a few movements with my lips and my mouth was filled with his magical liquid — his cum. It tasted very pleasant and I drank it all... Every last drop. Afterward, we smoked cigarettes. He asked me: And you think after sex like that, I won't call? You're mistaken. Now I won't leave you alone. He got dressed. I closed the door behind him, after all I'm on vacation, and he has to get up for work in 2 hours, though I doubt he went to bed.

I looked: my friend was already asleep. I took a shower. I sat, smoked on our bed, still imbued with that atmosphere of passion. Finished the whiskey and went to sleep. I don't know if we'll meet again... But one thing I can say for sure. He is my man... Our meeting was not by chance...