Secret meeting

She: A dark and warm southern night. The sounds of the day have quieted. In the old garden, cicadas are chirping, and streams of coolness rush down from the mountains. We are sitting in a dark arbor, closed off on all sides by creeping vines. Only glimmers of moonlight break through the gaps in the leaves. I am sitting on your lap. I am wearing a thin silk dress and… nothing else. You tenderly kiss my face. You inhale the scent of my body, heated with passion. A delicate scent of violets emanates from me.

I respond to your kisses tenderly, affectionately, without rushing, striving to prolong the pleasure of the secret nighttime meeting, its forbidden sharpness and allure. Your lips tenderly caress my

neck, ears, and hot desire burns my delicate skin with passion. Your gentle hands tenderly caress my breasts, and your fingers feel their tenderness and firmness through the thin, cool silk.

You feel how my nipples have tensed and stand out enticingly, awaiting more explicit and passionate caresses. The scent of passion, sex, and impending pleasure emanates from you. Ahead of us lies a night full of passionate rapture and ecstasy. It's up to you to continue…

He: We both escaped from the whole world for this meeting in the arbor. Knowing that a whole night still lay ahead, and we would have time to satiate ourselves with each other repeatedly. Nevertheless, even now, at the beginning of the meeting, I know that only after parting with you will I want you again.

But how can one think about that now, when here is your so desired, close body, which joyfully responds to my caresses. Our little tongues travel in each other's mouths, our hands ecstatically stroke our bodies. Descending lower down your neck, into the dress's neckline, my hands find the delightful path between your breasts, which I kiss and lick all over. You writhe and moan on my lap. The short dress has ridden up, revealing lovely, smooth thighs that respond so tremulously to my caress.

With one motion, tearing the dress off you, I lay you on your stomach on the wide oak bench. And I begin to caress you again, starting from the neck and moving on to your back. Having taken off my shorts, I stand over you, so that my balls touch your back, and I begin to move them gently, running them along your entire spine. I lean down and begin to kiss the firm hemispheres of your buttocks, running my tongue along the tight, thin strip between them. My scrotum tickles your neck at this time.

I descend lower along your thighs with my tongue. And I lick the delightful dimples behind your knees. I kiss your calves. I take a foot in my hands. And with pleasure, I kiss the pink heel, run my tongue over the entire sole, and begin to lick your toes, one by one and all at once. They are so tender, soft, and it gives you particular pleasure when the tongue touches the inner side of your toes. My balls roll around and tickle your ass at this time.

Then, standing from the side of your feet, I turn you onto your back. And I press your foot against my hot, erect cock. So that your heel rests against my scrotum, and your toes against the head. Pressing the cock tightly against the sole, I see from the expression on your face how good it feels to you. I spread two of your toes apart and slip the large, red, excited head between them. You, moving your toes, try to jerk the cock.

Pressing your other foot against my groin, I see in what an exquisitely seductive pose you are lying. With your hands thrown back behind your head, with your breasts rising excitedly, and your legs spread wide at the knees. So that your entire lovely pussy, in the bright moonlight, is as if in the palm of my hand. It is already all wet, the lips, in anticipation, have parted to the sides, revealing an enticing pink opening. Slipping a hand between your legs and spreading the lips even wider, you ask me to admire the sight. Which I do, without taking my eyes off and continuing to caress your feet.

Ahead of us lies a whole night of passionate and forbidden love, the anticipation of which slowly melts our souls and bodies on the hot flame of passion, desire, and possession of each other's bodies and souls. Nearby, the deep, dark, and sultry southern night powerfully asserts its rights, and the sounds of the drowsing, ancient city, somewhere lost in the Universe, still reach our ears. Occasional cries of night birds, the chirping of cicadas, the noise of a mountain river—all of this already exists without us, for we have already been captured and are being carried by the stream of all-consuming love passion, the call of the flesh, the hammering of boiling blood in our ears, switching us off from the life of the Universe into some special life of our own, flowing only for us according to its own special laws of being.

He: The magical night, with its mountain coolness, did not cool our heated bodies; we were drawn to each other, our desire to dissolve, merge, become one whole grew, I was already shaking with tremors, I wanted you so much. I saw that you were also burning all over. Frank and inviting poses spoke of this; you arched towards me with your legs spread wide, your vagina was already completely wet, waiting and calling to itself and into itself, it attracted both my gaze and my excited spear. Even the light down on your pubis was already damp with the juice of love and glistened with droplets on the hairs in the ghostly moonlight.

As much as I wanted you, I tried to delay this sweet and unique moment of union with you. I knew it was inevitable, but how sweet it is to enjoy these moments of love caresses before the sex itself. You shared my views. Gracefully, cat-like, you slipped off the bench and, flashing your white buttocks in the arbor's opening, slipped out into the garden. I heard a splash of water in the pool.

In the moonlight, the splashing body looked exquisite.

She: Reaching your balls with my lips, I lightly licked them and then, pulling back slightly, pulled you into the water. You cried out in surprise and immediately, grabbing me, buried your lips in mine, not letting me take a single breath of air. Your tongue entered my mouth like a powerful and hot cock, full of passion that was bearing down on us like a powerful avalanche rushing down from the mountains, sweeping away stones, huge boulders, and ancient fir trees in its path. I tore myself away from your kiss with difficulty and suggested we get out of the water and go into the house, as I, like you, couldn't wait to get to the main event.

It was our friends' house—warm, cozy, hospitably opening its doors to us and becoming the house of our passion and forbidden love for that short moment of our secret meeting. I quickly ran to the shower, and you, waiting your turn, began to examine the living room, furnished with solid furniture, with a fireplace and a large rug. While you were washing in the shower, I prepared a light supper of shrimp, caviar, and white dry wine. We sat with you in armchairs, sipping pleasantly chilled wine. We tried with all our might to delay the moment of the approaching burning, passionate love encounter, beckoning us like an oasis to a traveler in a hot desert.

He: We lay relaxed next to each other. The orgasm that had overtaken us simultaneously was already continuing in our hearts. Our genitals had earned the right to rest. We were satiating ourselves with caresses and touches of each other. My lips touched

yours, your breasts pressed against my swollen nipples, arms and legs intertwined with each other, your peaceful and satisfied face shone in the moonlight. The cock was still inside your little bud, and it felt so good there that despite the orgasm, it didn't even think of shrinking in size; this was probably also because you were playing with your vaginal muscles, relaxing and tensing them.

From this wonderful stimulation, it was ready for battle again after a fairly short time. Big and firm. Leaning back, I pulled you on top of me and suggested you move yourself; you, bending your legs, sat in the rider's pose and began active movements with your pelvis. Holding you with one hand by the nipple and the other by your buttocks, I helped you move. You fiercely and actively impaled yourself on the protruding spear, descended all the way to the root, and once down, made several more movements back and forth, so that I felt the head touching the cervix.

Then, throwing one leg over my body, so that only your vagina touched me, grabbing onto the bed, you continued to move your ass. Turning further, still without pulling out the cock, you ended up with your back to me. And leaning forward, you continued the movements. Raising my head, I saw a marvelous picture: how my cock completely disappeared inside you, and how tenderly the lips of your vagina embraced it, how reluctantly they released it from their embrace when you rose up, and how joyfully they let it back in when your ass went down.

The tense ring of the anus relaxed when I massaged it with my finger; it was wet and slippery, and the finger slid inside easily. You came again, thrashing on my spear like a caught bird. Sharply rising off the cock, you froze in ecstasy, burying your face in my knees. I excitedly kissed and licked the toes on your feet and watched as the juice flowed from your pussy, widened by my cock, and dripped onto my stomach.

She: Catching my breath, I asked: "I want you! Give me your cock! I'm burning all over with desire!!!" You gently spread my legs and entered me. How sweet and blissful is this first moment of penetration! A lightning bolt of passion pierces me through, blood boils in my veins, your thrusts begin to carry me away into nirvana on waves of bliss. The world disappears and ceases to exist. Only the music of passion of two entwined bodies remains, when two bodies merge and transmit to each other the energy of intoxicating, mad passion, when they create a new, as yet unknown melody of rapture, known only to them and audible only to them.

Whether the sun rises or the night asserts its rights, igniting bright stars in the sky that are born and die in the night—we care about nothing. There is only the music of passion and pleasure. There is only the harmony of penetration and interpenetration of our two bodies, and only the stars, ancient and new, watch our endless dance of love and pleasure with understanding.

I whisper to you tenderly: "Yes… yes… enter me deeper, stronger, I want to feel your cock more and more." Then my consciousness becomes confused from a strong orgasm that shakes me, and I begin to moan and then scream, and my screams with each subsequent orgasm become stronger and more furious from the passion tearing me apart, and I am no longer able to control myself.

You kiss me on the lips and continue to move inside me, and I feel your orgasm approaching, and the walls of my vagina begin to squeeze your cock harder and harder, trying to squeeze it dry, to absorb all your sperm, to satiate myself with it only for that short moment when it will shoot into my vagina, so that afterwards I will again madly want to drink it and suck it in with my flower of passion and pleasure. Your movements become faster, and your cock, like a hammer, drives your passion into me, and now the fountain of your sperm merges with my juice, and my moan merges with your groan. And nirvana comes.

He: The romantic candlelit dinner did not seem drawn out, as we, sitting opposite each other, looked at each other with eyes burning with desire. Our bodies strained towards each other. In the ghostly candlelight, you looked magnificent. Your modestly closed legs only emphasized your charm, beckoned to themselves. The triangle of light hair hidden in the shadows seemed black—a mystery that I had yet to unravel.

— Stand up, turn around, I want to admire you." Your slightly illuminated body cast bizarre shadows and seemed ghostly and airy. You twirled in a dance to quiet music. And every pose you took in the dance was worthy of a painting. My cock tensed, as it seemed to me, to the limit. The swollen head, even in the candlelight, was bright red. The shaft of the penis had increased to its maximum size. Intertwined with blue veins from the powerful rush of blood, it stood vertically and demanded caresses. My balls were full of sperm, ready to erupt at the slightest touch. "Look at it, it's about to explode." You smiled and, squatting down, took it in your hands.

She: Exhausted by love caresses, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I lay on your chest and held your cock with one hand. I didn't want to part with it even in my sleep. The candles burned down, and the first rays of the rising sun broke through the half-closed curtains. The dawning new day promised us new caresses and pleasures, new kisses and penetrations, new love raptures, intensified by the bitterness of inevitable parting.

In this big life, we did not belong to each other, and parting was inevitable. This bitterness of parting excited our passion even more, made our embraces and kisses even more passionate, did not allow us to relax for a second, so that we could use every minute of our meeting to the maximum, to taste the sweet fruits of forbidden love. We were alone in this world, in this ancient city lost in the Universe, and the fire of divine love and passion glimmered in our souls.

Waking up, we will again entwine our bodies in a surge of passion and merge our souls in the hope of satiating ourselves with the pleasure and delight of union. And for now, I slept on your chest, and all my openings were full of your sperm, and you were all soaked in my juice. Even in our sleep, we were full of desire to give and receive pleasure from each other.

I said: "Sorry, sweetie! But I can't stand it anymore!!!" and greedily pressed my lips to your erect cock. I began to lick your red, protruding head with my tongue, licking off the drops of your juice, which excited me more than the most intoxicating wine. My head was spinning with passion and pleasure, and the whole surrounding world ceased to exist at that moment. In this world, there were only you and I.

I licked your cock—the head, the shaft, licked your balls, sucked it, smacking my lips, your moans excited me even more, and I felt how wet I was becoming between my legs, how I was flowing along with you from your pleasure. And I wanted to prolong this pleasure indefinitely. Periodically, I took your cock out of my mouth, giving you a chance to calm down a little, but I understood that you wouldn't last long.

I drew your cock into my mouth, tightly encircling it with my lips from all sides, literally, with difficulty, stretching over your cock, and I felt that in a few more seconds, the fountain of your sperm, boiling with passion, would hit my throat, and I would be able to enjoy its taste and smell, sweet and tart at the same time, the taste and smell of your essence, the most hidden, imbued with your thoughts and desires, your passion.

And now that moment came, and streams of your hot sperm hit my throat and head like intoxicating wine, and I moaned along with you from passion and pleasure, greedily swallowing your hot streams of life-giving moisture. You pulled me to you and tenderly kissed me on the lips, feeling the taste and smell of your sperm on them. I felt the tenderness of your lips, their blissful relaxation and hidden desire that awaited its moment. During the kiss, I tenderly caressed the head of your cock, still slippery with sperm. Between my legs, I was wet, and I was waiting for that blissful moment when you would come to your senses and take care of me.

He: Peacefully and relaxedly leaning back in the armchair, feeling complete satisfaction with you, I tenderly looked at your happy face, at the lips that had just given me such immense pleasure; on your chin, there was still a drop of sperm, I wiped it off with my finger and let you lick it. Then, laying you on the bench, I spread your legs and began to admire and stroke your pussy; it was so very wet. Gently wiping it with an aromatic tissue, I began to caress it, first with my fingers, then with my lips and tongue.

Capturing the swollen pearl of your clitoris with my lips, I drew it into my mouth and rolled it there with my tongue. Deeply drawing the labia into my mouth, I tried to slip my tongue between them to touch the tender-pink skin. With my fingers, spreading them wide apart, I maximally spread open the vagina. And I kissed and licked the opening and the urethral hole. Running the tip of my tongue around the circumference of your vagina, I entered it inside. Trying to push it as deep into you as possible.

Feeling with the tip of my tongue that I had touched the "G-spot"—the center of sexual pleasure, there deep inside the vagina, I began to gently massage it with my tongue. Your legs, clenching, tightly squeezed my head, and the moans and cries you emitted made it clear that I needed to continue. You jerked your pelvis sharply towards me; with