My first experience with my sweetheart!
Madrid escolta
The house was little more than
one big room. While the outside needed attention the inside was another
story. Someone had taken great care with the room. It was clean and
the floor was well cared for gleaming with layers of lacquer and wax. The
windows were also spotlessly clean and had crisp curtains made from white
cotton sheets. Along one wall was a queen-sized mattress and boxsprings.
The air smelled cool and cleans with a hint of Clorox and pine sap.
“I’m really touched
that you keep your room so clean.” “I tried to do my
best so you could feel comfortable here,” he said. “I’m always happy
with you,” I said.“Some of the girls think
I’m a bad guy, but I’m not. I’m going to make love to you like no one has ever
done.”I looked down, my face
burning. I knew one day I would feel right about it and it would happen.
At that moment, however, I was embarrassed to be a virgin. He leaned
forward and kissed me so hard, searching with his tongue inside of my mouth.
“Please…” I
whimpered.I wanted him to stop so I could
catch my breath. He pressed his lips into my hair and whispered into my ear. “You have never done
it, have you?”I pulled back and looked up
into his big, black eyes. “No,” I whispered.
Off to one side in an alcove was a tiny kitchen, also spotless and
shipshape. Nickolay left me standing in the middle of the room and walked
to the refrigerator. He extracted two bottles of beer and returned to the
main room. “You,” he said
little by little, “Are the most stunning girl I have ever seen.” I could
feel myself shy. “Thanks,” I said
softly. He handed me a beer, and took a deep drag on his own. “You have been told
that before. A lot!” He said. “Well… maybe,” I smiled, “but no one has ever
said it pretty, the way you just did.” I wanted him to know how I
appreciated the compliment. “And do you believe it?” he asked, taking another
quaff of beer. I was surprised by his question and took a minute to think
about it. “Sort of. I presumed, what I trust is that I’m not ugly.”
He laughed
again, the same low, sexy laugh as before. “No, baby,” he said, “you are
not ugly.”He rested his hands on my
shoulders; with one sweep he lifted me up and carried me into the bed. He
pulled off my blouse and pushed his lips against my nipples, kissing and licking
each one with his tongue. He undressed me, slowly and sensuously. “Don’t move,” he
said hoarsely, “no matter what I do.”I stared up at him
half-afraid, half-delirious with excitement as he removed my panties. “I was waiting for
this moment for so long,” he leaned over and whispered into my ear as he took
my hand and guided it onto his rigid penis. “I got so aroused
thinking about you.”His hand moved down and his
fingers brushed against my moist lips and slowly rubbed up and down the length
of them, and then he inserted a finger into my wetness. I felt a sharp
pain when he tried entering me with his finger. “No,” I whispered,
“you should not do this; we are not married.” “I love you and very
soon we will be married!”He stroked my love paint
before his thumb penetrated my lips to find and rub my sensitive little low
key. My nipples had become very aroused. He took his free hand and
began to play with one of my nipples. His thumb caressed my love key
and his finger was caressing the inner walls of my love area. Then he
grasped my thighs with his powerful hands and parted them. He moved
close, pushing his face up between my legs and licked my inner thighs...
At first he just gently licked it with his tongue. Then he brought it
into his mouth and held it gently in place with his teeth as his tongue flicked
it, licked it, and caressed it. When he realized that I was beginning to shiver
with passion he mounted me.
I cried out in pain, but he didn’t move.
For an instant his eyes locked with mine. He smiled, then drove
himself into me with one quick hard thrust, and then stayed buried deeply in
me. His lips sucked at my throat until I began to feel him throbbing inside my
body. He started to move, pulling almost completely out and hovering and
then thrusting fully and harshly into me again and again. I found myself
squirming with pleasure, and then melting into the rhythm of his movements.
. Slowly he rolled to
one side, keeping one arm flung over my stomach. “That was too fast,”
he said, “next time; I’ll take it slow and easy.”Without warning I was
seized by choking sobs. Tears streamed down my face. “What is the matter?
Did I do something wrong?” He leaned on one elbow and stroked my shoulder. “No,” I whined. “I
don’t know what to tell my mother that I went into bed with a man before
marriage,” I said through my tears. “Don’t worry. Very
soon I go to sail for six months and when I return, we’ll marry. Promise me
that you will be waiting for me.” “Oh, God! I love
you, Kolya,” I sobbed. “Yes, baby. You are the best.”I didn’t want to be ‘the
best’ I wanted to be ‘the only one.’ I pushed his remark out of my mind.
I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment.
“Do you know who the
best man who ever lived was?” he asked “It is you,” I said. “No, it was
Columbus. He discovered a great country called America. There is
real freedom. When I was a little boy I would ask my mom to go to the
wharf. I liked to watch the ships moving on the horizon, riding the
current and I would have given my soul to be up there with them. I knew I
wanted to be a sailor before I even could walk. A friend of the family
took me up in an old ship when I was seven, and I took my first sailing lesson
when I was ten. When I was fourteen, I heard the story from the old
sailor who went to America, how the people live there. Now, I want to see
this wonderland.”Later on he said, “When I
come back, I’m going to be your Sr. Lochinvar who will take you overseas.”
It was the happiest moment of my life.
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