Cake, flowers. Absolutely real story

Published 12.19.2014

There was a girl Julia, who worked as a secretary in our office. Very pretty and forms almost perfect. You could just look at her and you wouldn’t need any Viagra. She was about 25 years old. Divorced, has a child. She’s pleasant to talk to. There always were men around her. She seemed to flirt with everyone, but nobody was boasting about any huge victories. We had one case with her at corporate party. We drank too much and after dancing, petting, I persuaded her to give me a blowjob. But the place and other workers didn’t allow us to finish everything normally. Then we had a talk like: I really like you, but you are married and I need stable relationship, etc. We remained in good relationship.

One day, I was asked to bring her home some documents. In the evening, after work I went to her place.

She lives in a private house with her parents. She met me, took the documents and invited for a tea. Someone at home was watching TV (couldn’t see who it was). We went to her room, she brought tea and cookies; we started talking about unimportant things. Then we heard a call. It was a guest, a guy from another office. He’s always around Julia. He had flowers, obviously with serious intentions. He was suspiciously watching at me. Julia made him some tea too. Then a call again and another guest. A guy from the work too. Brought a cake. It becomes clear, that there’s an old competition between them. They just sit and look at each other with displeasure. And then there’s me, for no reason. In general, stupid situation. Only Julia is enjoying it. She clearly likes that they are fighting for her. Conversation isn’t going well. I understand that I’m not needed there and, saying “bye” to everyone, leave. Julia is going to see me off. They have a small room between the house and the street, where they put boots and clothes. About 1,5 square meters, not much space. We stand close to each other. She’s wearing only a light robe. I always admired how good she looks in it.

She kissed me on the cheek for a goodbye. And in that moment I lose my head. I feel the smell of her perfume; see her hair, smooth skin on her neck. I grab her waist, pull closer and kiss on the lips. After a second’s pause she answers to my kiss. I feel her very pleasant lips. Hands start to touch her body. Then everything happens very quickly. I put my hand under her robe. She doesn’t resist. Gorgeous velvet skin. Her butt is in my hands. I put my fingers in her panties and crotch. It’s already wet. I use my second hand to unbutton her robe. Bare her breasts. She’s without bra. Her breast feels heavy and firm. I massage her nipple with my fingers. Julia leaned back, holding my head. I kiss her breasts. Feel that my cock is rock hard. Suddenly I turn her around. She holds her hands against the door. I press my hand on her back and Julia bends.

I lift her robe, take off panties. Touch her between legs and it’s extremely wet. Unzip my pants, take out cock and insert into her. It seem that everything happens at the speed of light. Feels amazing. Elastic butt, tight, hot and really wet “cave”. I start banging her. Julia tries to look at me through her shoulder. She obviously didn’t expect that, but she likes it. I take her breasts into my hands. No more thoughts, she’s my reality. The pace is just crazy. Julia starts moaning. And it goes louder, beyond the safe level. I remember about people at home – parents at TV, guests in her room. Julia doesn’t control herself anymore.

I cover her mouth with my palm and she bites it quite hardly. Then she starts shaking from orgasm. Her legs give away and she, still on my cock, slides down the door. I press her butt to myself with two hands. I fuck her with frenzy. Orgasm covers me to. I cum into her. Reality starts coming back. We try to make ourselves presentable. Haze is still in my head.

I say to her: Well, I should go.

She answers: Come again.

She went back home. I went to my car. Driving in my car I think and smile: cake, flowers. That is the story.

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zs\as added 2014-11-27 08:31:19

"Communication with her is very pleasant." - Jesus, who writes this shit ? Do they speak any english ?

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