Marina/sex in a small town/life stories ⇐ General

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Marina was great. Height is about 180, an impeccable figure with developed hips, a natural blonde, a face with wide cheekbones and a scattering of freckles... Even completely invisible breasts did not spoil her image.
Of course, I noticed her in the twilight of the sushi bar. She smiled shyly at my gaze, but did not look away. At that moment it immediately became clear to me that we would succeed. That day we chatted a little and exchanged contacts, and on Friday evening I picked her up by car - we planned to sit in a restaurant. Strange things began at the stage of agreements - she asked to be picked up at the bus stop, and not at the entrance of the house - obviously hiding her exact place of residence. Already in the car, I drew attention to some more oddities - Marina was dressed provocatively: mini -skirt, black fishnet tights, heels, short leather jacket…. But all her clothes had a very, very shabby look, even her tights had signs of “repair” - naturally, I did not miss the opportunity to look at her legs when she sat down in the front seat.
After a leisurely “sober” dinner, during which , among the conversations “about nothing,” Marina told me that she was 37, and I noted to myself that for this age she is simply a goddess, she suspiciously easily agreed to come to me “to continue the evening.” Naturally, I had everything ready - wine, fruit and light snacks - a mandatory set for any bachelor. In addition, there is fresh linen on the bed - which we never got to at that time. Marina did not break down at all, laughed a lot, drank wine along with me... But something was wrong, I always felt some kind of falseness. However, the wine did its job. When we started kissing, I completely forgot about her shabby clothes and slightly false behavior. And I remembered all this only when the sex itself began.
Marina performed everything as in a classic beautiful “story” porn: the slow unbuttoning of her blouse, while swaying her hips, and the miniskirt, thrown with a careless movement onto the floor, and the absence of panties under the tights (most likely, she got rid of them when she went to the toilet), and pulling the tights themselves off her perfect legs, in a deep bend, standing with her back to me…. To complete the plot, I obviously had to slowly jerk off my penis while sitting in front of her on the sofa...
The puzzle finally took shape in my head when Marina, taking a condom out of nowhere, put it on my penis with one mouth, with an amazing dexterity. The blowjob performed by her, although it seemed to me somewhat “plastic” - apparently because of the condom - was nevertheless very, very skillful. When she, having “worked out” this foreplay, stood with her back to me, and, bending over, rested her hands on the chair opposite, wiggled her plump, perfect ass a couple of times, and sighed languidly…. I had no choice but to plant my dick deeper into her alluring, and naturally (who would doubt it) smoothly shaved slit... Marina is a tall girl, and in this position, standing, everything was perfect for me - my dick moved rhythmically in her, and every movement was accompanied by loud slaps of my groin on her ass, which I squeezed tightly in my palms, and her short muffled moans. What was happening was more like intercourse than sex, even passionate. The condom delayed my orgasm a little further than usual, but I still came violently and very brightly, by that time I had thrown her onto the chair and literally hammered her into it with the last strong movements…. When I, exhausted, left her beautiful body, she quickly turned around, sat down in a chair, took the condom off her falling member and…. She thoroughly sucked my penis, collecting all the remaining sperm from it.
I was slightly shocked by this ending, but I won’t lie - it was pleasant... I couldn’t shake the feeling that I hadn’t picked up this girl, but simply bought her as a prostitute....
As often happens in such situations , my interest in her quickly melted away... And her presence in my apartment began to weigh on me... I didn’t want her to stay with me until the morning. Marina understood everything without words, and, briefly hiding in the bathroom, disappeared beyond the threshold.
I think I understood her game: well prepared in terms of sex, but cold and completely devoid of feelings, a provincial girl in search of a man who will fall for her skills. This is not my thing at all, but I won’t hide it – I “used” Marina several more times......now that everything fell into place in my head, it was much easier to do. The only thing is that I no longer wanted our mating (that’s exactly it) to take place in my house, and after dinner I was already taking her to the hotel. And after the expected intercourse (Marina practically did not deviate from her standard “plot” - except sometimes offering me slightly different positions) I gave her money for a taxi and a little extra - she never asked herself, but she also did not refuse when I offered.
Our “relationship” ended as expected - at one point she simply did not respond to my messages. You know, I’m even somehow happy for her - apparently, her “hunt” finally ended in success. © Count Orlov, XXV.III.MMXXIV