My very first time with Svetlana

I met Svetlana in 2008. I was 24 years old, working for a small company that specialized in making original gifts and souvenirs. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time (my relationship with my ex had left a deep mark in the form of a taboo on any serious relationships for at least six months). But time healed the emotional wounds, and I decided I could try again. I never had short flings, and I wasn't a fan of that kind of relationship. At least, I wasn't. Svetlana changed my life.

And it all started when an old friend of mine recommended a dating site where

he had met his future wife. I always allowed for the possibility of meeting my soulmate online, but that option seemed the least romantic of all to me. Be that as it may, I registered. I spent the first half-hour aimlessly browsing profiles. Just to know what I was dealing with. I was especially surprised by the formality of the profiles, something like: "goal of the relationship: friendship, family, sex, etc. Yes, yes, tick 'sex' and find yourself a partner... I'll say upfront what I understood later: you'll only have sex with a person (especially if you're looking for a woman) who doesn't have 'sex' marked as a goal. So, since I initially set only one search filter (just 'girls'), I was shown profiles of women of all ages. One of the avatars featured a woman photographed against a large Ferrari flag. I'm a bit of a Formula 1 fan, specifically the Ferrari team. So, almost automatically, I wrote her some fan nonsense: "Hi! Ferrari forever=)))" Imagine, at 24 years old, right? And then I went back to looking at profiles. Honestly, I didn't find anything interesting for myself, although I wrote to a few girls, even started a conversation with two, but they couldn't lead anywhere. The next evening, I decided to check the site again, maybe I'd get lucky. There were a few new messages from yesterday's 'friends,' but something else caught my attention.

The woman against the Ferrari flag had written back: "Hi. Do you like racing?" A genuine interest sparked inside me. I decided to look at her profile in detail. Her name is Svetlana, she's 39, unmarried, works as an English teacher at some language school, etc. There were also several photos. She has very beautiful facial features: long blonde hair, slanted blue eyes, a pleasant smile, a straight nose, sensual lips... Not tall, and, judging by the photos, far from skinny, but not overly plump either. What's called 'curvy.' I replied to her, and from that day, our lengthy correspondence began. We talked about Formula 1, discussed news, shared incidents at work, at home, etc. In short, we became friends. This lasted a little over two months. One time, she suggested we meet. After all, we'd been writing for two months and hadn't seen each other in person. I agreed. We arranged to meet in the park on Saturday at five in the evening. As soon as we agreed, I felt a bit of excitement. What if in real-life communication, we find each other uninteresting? I'm 24, she's 39. Yes, we get along online, but this is completely different.

I stood at the appointed place at the appointed time and waited for Svetlana. She was only a couple of minutes late. We started a conversation. I tried to be as open as possible, and she was natural too. We chatted for at least two hours. It was getting dark. She said she had to go home and asked if I could walk her. Of course, I could, where else would I go... We got to her place, walked to the entrance. Here's the most interesting part. Svetlana asked me if I wanted to come up to her place to "chat some more." Besides, she had sworn online that she would show me her collection of Ferrari souvenirs. A certain thought flashed through my mind regarding this offer, but honestly, at that time, the possibility of intimate relations on the very first evening seemed unlikely. We went into the apartment. Svetlana lived in a quite cozy and well-furnished two-room apartment on the fourth floor. She made two coffees. We sat in the living room at a small table. Svetlana opened a small cabinet where, apparently, she kept all her souvenirs. She took out model cars, flags, keychains, and other things. She laid them all out in front of me and started telling me where, what, and when she had acquired them. I was genuinely interested, but Svetlana, it seemed, was thinking about something else. It was approaching 9 PM. All souvenirs shown, all topics for conversation exhausted. I decided it was time to go home. I didn't regret the time spent in Svetlana's company at all. She, however, put everything in its place and went into another room. I started slowly getting ready to leave. When I was heading into the hallway, Sveta came out of the room in a robe, under which, as I somehow immediately guessed, there was nothing.

Involuntarily, I began moving towards her, making the blowjob even more intense. It couldn't last long. She realized the moment was near and took my cock in her right hand, continuing to suck it passionately. I took her head in both my hands and literally started "fucking" her mouth. Her moans only intensified my sensations. And the moment came. I felt the streams of semen hitting her tongue, her teeth. I felt her obediently swallowing it. My legs, as if filled with lead, couldn't hold me, and I fell onto the bed. Sveta went to the bathroom. She came out a couple of minutes later and lay down next to me. I hugged her and started stroking her head. We were silent and lay like that for several minutes. Then I turned to her and said that was just incredible, that I had never had such an experience before. We kissed. I started kissing her neck, going lower and lower. I had never had sexual experience with a woman 18 years older than me. But her body, the body of a thirty-nine-year-old woman, possessed an inexplicable allure for me. Perhaps it was the age difference, and when you have sex with a much more mature partner, it gives a much more powerful emotional effect. I descended to her breasts, which were very large, and began to caress them. As I said, Sveta is a curvy woman, but she doesn't lack sexiness. With my right hand, I began to caress her pussy. When it became wet, I felt like I was about to become the king of the world. I went lower and lower: past her stomach, her pubic area... Her pussy emitted such an enticing smell that I felt the arousal growing inside me again. I buried my lips and tongue in her pussy, while caressing her breasts and stomach with my hands. Sveta wasn't moaning, but instead, I heard sharp, interrupted breathing. She adored oral sex; you didn't need to be a genius to guess. I don't know how many minutes passed, but Sveta suddenly cried out sharply and grabbed the bedsheet tightly with her hands. I felt the vibrations of her body, which were getting stronger and stronger, and began to caress even more fiercely. It was an orgasm. It was beautiful.

Generally, a female orgasm is a very beautiful thing. I got up, kissed her neck. She hugged me. My cock was aroused and ready for battle. I entered her and understood: oral sex was only the prelude, and the main sensations were ahead. We kissed, literally sucking each other in, pressed against each other as if it were our last day. I felt her heat, her arousal; I wanted to literally tear her in half. Sometimes I stopped (I really wanted to prolong the pleasure), and sometimes I entered with such force that there was no doubt: the neighbors would hear a good bedtime story. We came simultaneously. That moment was very emotional. Afterwards, we took a shower and collapsed into bed. After resting, we talked about how well the evening had gone and how good we felt. And it wasn't just good, as they say, but, excuse me, mind-blowingly, pulse-losingly good. I stayed the night at Sveta's.

This wasn't our only meeting afterwards. But it was the first. And the most memorable.