Dmitry – Erotic and sex stories for adults

Hello.

History is not fiction, it happened to me in real life.My name is Alena. I am at the moment 19 years old, but when I got my 1st sexual experience, I was 17.Appearance is as follows: 1.60 weight 50 kg, long (to the abdomen) ash-dark-brown hair and medium-Russian (gray-green-brown) eyes. A distinctive feature is chubby cheeks. My figure is also magnificent, but beautiful: a 3rd chest, a flat stomach, a pronounced waist, full hips, elastic priests and beautiful posture. All this thanks to Mother Prodrode, genetics (my mother has the same beautiful figure) and yoga.

When I entered the institute, I met one girl. We made friends very quickly, t.To. We had many common interests.3 weeks after meeting I began to come to visit her. And somehow, after coming to her home, I met her younger sister. Her sister turned out to be a very nice girl and I found out that she was learning to play the piano. I asked her:

-Nasty, can you play a sonata from Beethoven?

She blushed and smiled:

-No, I can’t…Can you?

T.To. I myself played the piano in childhood, I decided to play her.I sat down for the instrument and started playing. My friend and her sister were fascinated.But then both went somewhere, but at that time I did not pay attention, t.To. was very passionate. Then I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder and turned sharply. It was my friend, and in the corridor there was Nastya and some man.

-Alyon, the tutor came to Nastya, went to my room.

We went out into the corridor and I was able to properly consider this man: tall (approximately 1.80), athletic, with beautiful strong hands, with beautiful brushes with protruding veins. Dark brown hair, almost black, brown eyes. In general, the man was very pretty, I imagined such an ideal man and imagined. I think you should not say that I just fell in love with him.

I realized that I was just going to him, smiled embarrassedly and went into the room. Then I heard his voice…And then the remnants of my mind is just a stitch and I realized that I was stuck. My friend did not notice my glowing cheeks, which I was very happy. We sat, watched the video, laughed and wanted to eat something. And my friend asked me to go to the kitchen and make us boots. I agreed. While walking around the apartment, I decided to look at this tutor and saw him playing the piano. Unfortunately, I did not hear the melody, I saw only the broad back of this man…Quietly went into the kitchen, made tea with boots and went into the room. So we spent another half an hour and suddenly I heard:

-Goodbye, Dmitry Andreevich, thanks for the lesson!

-Goodbye.

Dmitriy.This is his name?Fine…

I began to come to my friend on weekends more often.We often intersected with him, I began to say hello, he greeted in response, thanks to me a smile that was simply amazing.

On one of these days, Nastya, along with Anya (that was the name of my girlfriend) went to the kitchen, and I was left alone with Dmitry.I was so much in love with him that I was content with the fact that I could look at him…And suddenly he asked:

-Mmm…You will come next Sunday?

-I think yes…And what?

-I would like to take notes. I heard you can play the piano, because?Nastya told me.

-Yes I can. Okay, bring.

-Okay, then I’ll take the guitar.

-You can play the guitar?

-Well, of course.

Here Nastya came and our dialogue broke off.I smiled and went into the room.

In the next. Sunday, he still took notes and guitar. And then we played a beautiful melody from some movie.The music turned out beautiful, we played synchronously, as if we were one whole…

After this day, he often began to bring notes, we even became friends, exchanged phones. I have already stopped being shy. I found out that he was 25 years old. We often laughed, we had a lot in common…

In general, somehow we were left alone in the apartment of a friend. Then she and her sister went to the store for cake, t.To. The younger sister had a birthday…We played a little and then I in the first admitted to him in my feelings. Say that he was in shock is to say nothing. I will not tell the situation itself, but my words were as follows:

-What I feel for you…I never had this…

An awkward silence.I have already prepared for everything. About 5 minutes we just sat, I could not stand it and got up. He got up too. I looked at him in surprise and then he hugged me. I will never forget these strong beautiful hands and a pleasant smell. This smell was not from cologne, it was his own smell. 2 minutes we just stood, hugging each other. And then I decided to take the initiative and kissed him. This was my first kiss. You see, I have seriously treated this and thought that the first kiss (like sex) I should give only to the person whom I love. And he answered him.

After that we began to meet. 4 months have passed and he offered me to spend the night with him. And you know, I agreed. She told my mother that I would go to the country for my friend for 2 days, and she went to Dimka.

Evening.He offered me wine. I don’t really like alcohol (due to smell), but I agreed to drink.The wine turned out to be very tasty: sweet, red. I did not have time to look back, I drank half a bottle. And so, I’m already smiling like a fool, the cheeks burn, my eyes sparkle and Dimka realized that it was time for me to sleep. I went to the bathroom, he spread the bed. I left the bath, barely got to the bed. I was in a T -shirt and shorts, and he is only in his underpants. I looked fascinated at his beautiful figure and cheerful face. Yes, by the way, his eyes were not brown, but marsh (green-brown). And then I said:

-Dim, me…want you

He only laughed and told me:

-Sleep, drunk!

I was just in shock, but quickly cut down. Meanwhile, he hugged me from behind.

When I woke up, he was still sleeping.I kissed his forehead and decided to cook something for him. I decided to make the scrambled eggs with bacon. While cooking, Dimusya came to smells. He hugged me by the waist and kissed me in the ear.

We spent the day at home, playing the prefix (both love this business). Periodically cooked together. In the evening I went to the bathroom, dressed shorts, a sleeping shirt and lay down next to him. I madly wanted him and gently kissed him. He kissed me in response. Then he just fell on me, I gently stroked his hair and ran his nails on his back. He trembled.

-Are you sure?

I smiled and said:

-Yes.

And then he kissed me again. Intoxicating. He hadn’t kissed me like that before. My head was spinning. We have changed places (I fell on him) and we continued the kiss.Then he got up to me and unbuttoned 1 button. Only 1.I again lay on him and kissed him. Soon he unbuttoned another 1. And further.And then all 7. I took off my shirt and bra, and gave him time to consider me. He gently took my chest. Then he got up to me and began to kiss my neck, collarbone, shoulders. Hands stroked my back, waist, hips…

And suddenly he suddenly turned me over, and again he lay down on me. He kissed my chest. In the 1st chest, he bit the nipple, and literally covered the other with kisses. He began to descend below, gently kissing each area of the skin. He took off shorts with panties and then I felt embarrassed. He spread my legs and gently kissed my clitoris. He began to look for the head of the clitoris with his tongue and, when he found it, began to gently “play” to her. Bliss.

I laid my hands on his hair and gently stroked the scalp. After 2 minutes, he again kissed my lips and took off his underpants.He put on a condom. Unfortunately, in the dark I did not see what size his dignity is, but I felt it. He went into me. At first only the head. Then slowly began to penetrate me. Pain. But tolerant. I thought it would be even worse. When he completely entered me, he gave me time to get used to the sensations.

Then I realized that the dignity is not small) He began to move. Slowly, carefully, gradually
Larging pace. I moaned quietly, grabbed his hands, in the meantime he kissed my neck and shoulders, which was very soothing. And so, he finished. He kissed me and lay down nearby. We kissed this for a long time, in the meantime, he stroked the clitoris:

-I love you…

-I love you too.

Now I am 19. And we still meet.

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