Love at first sight

A friend invited Oksana to a bar; it was awkward to refuse, so they went in the evening. Sitting at a table, they ordered some fruit beer, and soon her friend went off to dance with some handsome guy. Oksana decided to look around. Wow, so many guys here, all handpicked—nothing but cuties. Then her gaze fell on the bartender. Hair down to his shoulders, black as a raven's wing, a piercing blue gaze that ignited a flame in her blood. Under his t-shirt, pumped muscles rippled and bulged as he filled glasses. She began imagining him embracing her. What am I doing, ready for the first guy I see, she thought, and getting up, she left for the ladies'

room, where she splashed her face with cold water. Passing back by the bar counter, she felt her ankle twist and braced to meet the floor. Definitely, she and stilettos were incompatible. Why did she even listen to her friend and wear these shoes? Someone's strong hands kept her from falling. She looked at her savior—it was the bartender.

Without giving her time to recover, he carried her up the stairs to some room, telling her his name—Dmitry—on the way. Closing the door behind him with his shoulder, he sat the girl on a table and began examining her foot. Taking off her shoe, he tossed it on the floor, felt her foot. Oksana slapped his hand, but he pressed against her, kissed her firmly on the lips, then bit her nipple through her t-shirt. Something hot and excited pressed against her thigh, ready to break free from its hiding place and invade her. She pushed him away and rushed out of the room. Not seeing her friend anywhere, she decided she wouldn't get lost, and taking off her single shoe, expecting pursuit, caught a taxi and went home. Ran away like Cinderella.

Meanwhile, Dmitry picked up the left-behind shoe and went down to the hall. He was heated, the arousing scent of a woman lingering in his nose. He wanted her, he knew she was the chosen one. His companion. But why did she run away? He found Oksana's friend and asked for her address to return the shoe.

Oksana was sitting at the computer when the phone rang. "You're crazy, ditching a hunk like that. More than one girl pines for him, and he chose you. By the way, I gave him your address, sorry. Wait, he'll be there in an hour."

A knock at the door. She opened it. He held out the shoe. "Toss it somewhere and close the door behind you." She turned and went into the room. Dmitry was puzzled and certainly not planning to leave. He followed her into the room. Sat on the table in front of her. She pretended to be busy, staring blankly at the monitor screen. Her heart was beating so hard it seemed audible throughout the room. Breathing was difficult, adrenaline surged into her blood. Dmitry gazed at the gold of her hair, her slightly parted lips, her heaving chest. Their eyes met, and he took her in his arms, carried her to the bed. She resisted and yelled that it was becoming a habit for him to grab her into his arms. He replied that if she behaved well and didn't run away, he wouldn't do that. Laying her down, he covered Oksana with his body.

Starting to kiss her lips, he moved downward, first along her neck, then to her stomach, penetrating the dimple of her navel, he licked it and, pulling her t-shirt over her head, bit her swollen nipple buds through her bra. Then, removing it, he squeezed her firm breasts with his palms, kneaded them, caressed the circles around her nipples. Oksana arched under him, pressing her mound against the protruding bulge. Freeing himself from his clothes, he took everything off her too. Now the clothes lay on the floor like spilled puddles.

Touching the inner sides of her thighs, he inhaled the scent of her femininity and had long been ready to pound and pound that little hole. Hastily leaving kisses all over her body, Dmitry spread his partner's legs very wide to see everything—everything—everything. While he enjoyed the sight, Oksana firmly held his spear, running her gentle fingers over it. There was no strength or desire left to hold back. He entered her with a growl, like a male into a female, and began pounding with all his might. Releasing his first load of seed, without stopping for an instant, he collapsed onto his back with one thrust, and the girl, now on top, could move with the amplitude she needed to climax. A violent orgasm shook her body, and she thought how good she felt with this man; she had never experienced anything like it before.