Early summer. However, it is cool outside, light rain, cloudy. Today I’m going on a date with a girl. What will this meeting bring me? Joy or painful disappointment, delight or pleasant friendship, or maybe … Who knows, but I am flying to you Julian! I’m waiting for you girl! I’m getting ready for a new acquaintance.
You came out of the subway radiant, with a sly smile on your mouth-watering lips. Your lips are like a magnet that attracts any iron. Your lips are ripe raspberries that you want to swallow. Your lips are like quivering butterflies on a sweet flower. Your lips vibrate with every word, like a small vibrator that you want to lower down. They want to kiss, caress, stroke, gently touching the tongue. This is a separate story about your lips …
In the meantime, we are walking side by side, under the umbrellas that hide your sensitive lips. We talk nicely, we rush to the cafe to hide from the tedious, drizzling rain. There are few visitors in the cafe, we are trying to appreciate each other, to absorb that barely perceptible smell of a woman, that sexuality for which we are all looking for the one for which we came to a dating site … I feel you with every cell, every muscle of my body. You transplant closer, again asking to take you not slowly, right now, in front of everyone. There is no one except us now, the whole world has disappeared, people have flown away to another planet. You and me.
You talk about your “whim”, your little secret, your pearl, your crystal vessel. You dream of giving this sacred vessel to that woman who will understand you, take you, give you a new life, a life from a clean slate, full of harmony and pleasure … Our hands are intertwined like two vines, two thin twigs, like a butterfly and a flower, like bee and honey … Time flies quickly, words are no longer needed, deeds and actions are needed … I take your hand and lead … We are standing in the middle of an intimate store. You laugh mischievously, and I admire your spontaneity, and at the same time, your readiness for action. We are looking at latex clothing, toys, vibrators. Everything is interesting and exciting for us.
We are both terrible provocateurs, ready for any performance with our participation. The saleswoman helps us choose the tight latex clothes that I go to try on. Black skinny jumpsuit, with a cutout between the legs, a bare bottom, and breast cutouts. I invite you to the fitting room. You come in, come up to me and run your thin and long nails along the nipples. You go downstairs, spread my legs apart and kiss me passionately on the lips. In one motion, you take off your little black dress and stand naked, sleek, with a clean-shaven pussy. MMM – escaped from my lips.
And you continue to caress me: with your hands, nails, lips. Rubbing your whole body against black latex. How beautiful you are, – lecherous, gentle, passionate, sweet my girl … Caress, caress, caress … Light cry, whisper – yes, yes, yes … More, more, more … Lips flutter like bees , then gnawing strongly, then biting lightly, then gently tickling the shell, from which sweet honey creeps down …
We got so carried away that we forgot about the saleswoman.
What does she do? Of course, she is passionate about our game, and passionately masturbates, spying on us. He envies us, of course, but does not interfere, but teases us even more with his silent peeping, understanding, admiration …
The last thing I remember is a light kiss by the subway, and you quickly run away, not looking round, as if afraid that I will evaporate.