Small introduction
Hi friends. About a year ago, I started writing an erotic novel. It was supposed to grow into a passionate story with a neo-noir tinge. Having not received support, I decided to postpone this novel for a long time. Now I am thinking about how to return.
Briefly about the idea of the novel: This is a story about the relationship between a young guy and a mature woman who is about 15-20 years older than him. This story is about life, sex, friendship and relationships with the world.
I am looking for support and understanding. I have always been attracted to such stories and I want to create my own. I will simply leave here the three chapters of my novel, and if the universe or you yourself give me a sign, I will continue.
Caution: the text has sexual content. But without ero-pictures :)
Here we will have a place for sex and emotional conversation and a certain philosophy of life. Let's start.
Black Hair Woman: Chapter first. Acquaintance.
It was late evening. There was heavy rain on the street. He got on the bus. He didn't know where to go, his heart was sad. He got on the bus just to hide from the rain. There were only a few people on the bus. He stood and watched in the blurry windows flickering lampposts and traffic lights. Then his gaze fell on her. He was about 25. She ... maybe she was 15 to 20 years older than him. He understood that this woman was much older than him. But he could not take his eyes off her. She looked amazing, had a thin waist and was very fashionably dressed. Her face seemed very young. She had magnificent lips, thin wrists, an open neckline, and an elastic, toned body. There was a black make-up on her eyes, and raindrops shone on her black hair. About her age was clear only on her hands. Small wrinkles hinted at her age. But for him it was not important. He was tall and thin. The fingers on his hands were very long. His face seemed noble, but pale. There was a deep longing in his eyes, which he tried to hide.
Suddenly they looked up. He looked into her eyes. He understood that it was indecent to stare at a unfamiliar woman, but he could not help himself. She also kept her gaze on him, and then turned away. She directed her gaze out the window, but felt his presence.
On the street, the rain did not stop. Only two of them remained on the bus. At the next stop, he decided to get out. She went after him. He did not want to go out with her at one stop so that she would not think that he was chasing her. But it so happened that she went after him. She opened her transparent umbrella. He stood in the rain in one jacket and did not budge. She walked beside him and continued to walk forward. He stood still in the rain. Then she stopped, took courage and went up to him.
She asked him: "Good evening! Do we know each other?"
He replied: "No. Sorry, no."
— Then why did you look at me so closely?
— Sorry, it was a coincidence. You just ... you just look great!
— guy, what's wrong with you?
— I do not know. I'm confused. I just feel bad at heart that's all. I didn’t want to scare you. sorry. I’m leaving so as not to embarrass you.
He began to leave. She was perplexed. Then she called to him: "Hey guy! You ..."
She understood what she was doing stupid, but she said: "Do you want some tea?"
— Do you really want me to drink tea with you? You do not know me?
— Perhaps this is stupid, but something tells me that we should drink tea.
She smiled. She was simultaneously anxious and wondering what would happen next.
They went together. He took her an umbrella and held it over her head. He told her: "Just tell me, and I will leave immediately." She replied: "You always have time to leave. And for a start, let's have some tea."
They went into her apartment. He was completely wet. She said to him: "Do not be shy. Why are you standing in the hallway? Undress, I’ll put the kettle on."
He took off his sneakers and a jacket and began looking at photographs on a dark yellow wall in the hallway. She handed him a T-shirt, soft pants and a towel. "You can take a shower and change into this clothes." - she said.
He looked at her fearfully. It was very unusual for him. He wanted to leave and stay at the same time. He looked at her lips and her thin wrists. He silently took the clothes and nodded his head approvingly.
So their acquaintance began...
Chapter 2. Shower, tea, sex and shower again.
He got out of the shower, wiped himself with a towel and looked at her. She went to him in a blue silk robe, which depicted pink orchids.
— Let's go to the kitchen, everything is already on the table.
He went into the kitchen. On the table was fragrant green tea with lemon and pastries. He was very warm, pleasant and comfortable in her kitchen. The kitchen was a warm lamp color from the lamps in the cooker hood. They sat in the twilight and began to drink tea.
— “Tell me what's wrong,” she said.
— “There's nothing much to tell,” he answered.
— “Then why did you walk alone in the rain?”
— I just went out to reflect on being, that's all. I'm sick of.
— What are you tired of?
— I'm tired of the fact that they constantly want something from me. You know, people will always want you to live the way they want. People will want you to be someone else, but not yourself.
— Yes, I understand. People are like that.
— They are worse.
— "Yes, I agree." - She smiled and realized what he meant.
— You can stay with me for the night.
— I don’t want to embarrass you, I'd rather leave.
— Where will you go? It's cold outside. Spend the night with me.
— Good if you really want to.
They talked about life and found common topics. When they realized that their opinions about life agree, they laughed.
“Is it also funny for you to look at these worker ants, at their gray faces, when they go on buses from their jobs?” - he asked.
— "Haha, yes!" - she laughed.
— “Do you know who these people look like? To the hamsters!”
— "Yes exactly!" - She hadn’t laughed like that for a long time ... and he too ...
Their views converged on each other. He looked at her lips for a long time.
She asked, "Why are you staring at me so closely?"
“Sorry, that was unintentional.” I liked your lips and the way you looked.
— "Lips?" - she smiled. "I noticed that there was something unusual in your look."
— "What do you mean?" - he asked.
“Well ... it's hard for me to describe it, but I felt your gaze on my skin. And now I feel. You look at my lips, and I feel pleasant tingling on my skin.”
For a while they sat silently, looked at each other and smiled. He dreamed of just touching her.
Suddenly she said: I’ve never done anything like this, maybe I’ll say something stupid now, but would you like to have sex with me right now?
He felt hot boiling flow through his body. He was discouraged, but quickly pulled himself together. He got up from the table, she got up after him. He ran a hand over her face, grabbed her hair and kissed her lush lips. They stood and passionately kissed. He hugged her waist and hugged her.
She whispered: "Come with me ..."
They entered the room. The room was decorated in pleasant pastel colors. On the floor lay a soft blanket and silk purple pillows. Also on the floor was a fluffy gray carpet and a large floor lamp. The lamp flooded the entire room with a soft dark yellow light and the atmosphere was passionately sexy.
He looked in surprise at the blanket and floor. The room was spacious and there was no sofa.
Yes, maybe it's weird, but I like to sleep on the floor, she said.
He smiled and replied - I love too! I would always sleep on the floor, but my house is very cold.
They crouched on the pillows. She lowered her robe and exposed her breasts. She had round, chocolate-pink nipples of irregular shape. He touched her breast and began to stroke her nipple with his thumb. She took his hand and pressed it closer to her chest. They began to kiss and he began to bite her lower lip. "I like it, bite me harder," - she whispered.
He pushed her to the floor and untied her robe. He took off her black panties and began stroking and kissing her feet. Then he went down below and began to kiss her pussy. He licked and pinched her clitoris in his lips, and she pressed his head with both hands to herself. She grabbed his back with her legs, he sank into her pussy with his tongue deeper. She moaned with pleasure and scratched his neck.
"Come to me," - she said. He went into her hot pussy. Pussy was wet and oily. Inside the pussy was hot and pleasantly enveloped his cock. He fucked her slowly, and then accelerated. Then again slowly. "I really like it," - she told him.
When she finished, she scratched his back, and he bit her lower lip almost to the point of blood. Her pussy tightened tightly inside. He watched her lower jaw tremble and her breathing was intermittent.
He continued to fuck her but could not finish because of overexcitation. She understood what was happening.
"How do you want to fuck me?" - She asked.
Do you want to fuck me from behind?
— Yes, I want.
She stood up and turned her ass to him.
He took on her hips, went into her pussy and fucked her hard. She moaned and bit her lips.
Then he sat down on his feet, and she sat with her back to him. She sat on his cock and he went into it so deeply that she was a little hurt.
They fucked while sitting, he held on to her chest and kissed her back. They finished at about the same time. When he began to cum, he lifted her, she lay on her back and spread her legs, spreading her pussy lips with both hands. He cum on top of the pussy, she was trembling with excitement.
She raised herself on her elbows. He sat on his feet. She smiled and said: "now we two definitely need a shower." They laughed.
Together they went to the shower, sat in the bath and poured hot water on each other. He stroked her feet and admired her body.
They stepped out of the shower, dried themselves with a towel, and laid down on the floor. She laid her back to him, he stroked her ass and hips. Then he hugged her and pressed himself against her hair. He enjoyed the smell of her body and hair. The smell of this strange, sexy, passionate and magnetic woman with black hair...
song for the atmosphere
Chapter 3. Morning sex and coffee.
He woke up. The room had a soft morning light. The first thing he saw was her bare back, waist, ass and black hair. He ran a hand along her waist and went down to the ass. His hand was cold and she woke up. He began to snuggle up to her and kiss her neck. She turned to him, smiled and said: "Hello!".
She again turned her back to him, arched and began to rub her bare ass against his cock. He pressed her closer to him, crushed her ass with his hands and spread her buttocks. He saw her sweet hole, which somehow invited him to come in, fuck her, fuck gently, and then hard. The sight of her butt inside excited him very much. They began to rub against each other more strongly and soon she shouted: "Fuck me! Fuck me now!".
He went into her pussy. He fucked her sideways and held her breasts in his hands. Ahhh ... she screamed as she exhaled. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me as you want!" - she screamed.
He fucked her deeply, and when he felt that he was ready to cum, he stuck out a penis from her pussy and asked her to push her buttocks with both hands. She spread her ass, he licked his hand in tremor, ran a hand through her hole and incompletely, from the edge put his penis to the hole.His cock could not endure, he squeezed his hands so as not to finish ahead of time. At this time, she masturbated and flowed from pleasure. She was shaking all over. He let go of his cock and a stream of sperm shot inside her. He ended up in her hole and it poured back. They hugged and shook with overexcitation.
Then they turned to each other and kissed. She asked: "Will you be coffee?" "Yes, I wouldn’t refuse", - he answered. I'll do it now. She put on her silk robe and went to the kitchen.
He covered himself with a blanket and waited for her. She put the kettle on and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. He got up and went into the kitchen. She heard his footsteps and shouted to him from the bathroom: “You can take whatever you want. I will soon.” He decided to make her comfortable, found some shiny aluminum tray and began making sandwiches from half-fresh baguette, butter and sausages.
When she left the bathroom, he was in the room. I'm here! - he said. She came and smiled happily. There was a tray of coffee and sandwiches on the floor. They sat on the floor and started drinking coffee. He watched her lips touch the edge of the cup. He liked her lips. They really had something unusual. Then he asked: "Will we see each other again?" She wanted him to say this, but did not want to talk about it herself. Instead, she asked, “Do you really want this?” - Yes...
They drank coffee with sandwiches. Can you cook something? - "She asked."
— He: No thanks, I'm not hungry. I need to go on business.
— She: I'll be leaving soon too.
They looked at each other for a while.
Then we'll meet ... - they started this phrase at the same time and started laughing.
— He: Then we'll meet in the evening?
— She: Yes, I'll be free at six.
— He: shall I come to you?
— She: Yes, let's meet at my place ...
When he left and stood in the doorway, she asked: "What is your name?"
"I will come in the evening" - he answered and kissed her on the lips.
Chapter 4. Walk in the park.
He arrived on time and stood by her door. She was returning from work. They had a hard day. She was glad to see him again, although she did not think that he would come again. They went into the apartment, he helped her take off her jacket and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised because she thought that this does not happen after random sex, but he was extremely interested in her.
— "The weather is very good today", she said.
— "Yes, just like in the spring", he confirmed.
— "Can you leave your bag, put on something easier and let's go sit in the park?" - he asked.
— "Come on." - She was very tired, but the weather whispered to go out.
They took a blanket with them, left the house and went to the park.
— She: I'm tired today. All day I wanted to leave the room. It is a pity that the day was so stupid.
— He: Yes, I am a little tired today too ... Maybe you want something to drink?
— She: Yes, maybe I would drink red wine.
— He: Heh, I also like wine.
He went to the nearest store and took a bottle of red Merlot and two paper glasses.
When he went out, she thought to herself: perhaps this is naive, but it’s such a romance that I have long been lacking.
The park was strewn with golden autumn leaves. The air smelled of pleasant dampness, fragrant leaves and mushrooms. Leaves were everywhere.
— She: It seems to me that this year the trees fell in one day.
— He: Yes, a week ago these leaves were on trees, and now almost everything is on the ground.
They put a blanket on a wooden bench, sat down with wine and turned to each other. They looked at each other again without taking their eyes off.
— He: Maybe drink some wine?
— She: Oh, it looks like we forgot a corkscrew!
— He: Give me the keys to the apartment ...
He took her keys and pushed the cork into a bottle. "I did it 100 times," he said.
They drank wine and enjoyed a beautiful autumn evening. There were not many people in the park. The wine began to give a pleasant feeling of lightness and relaxed them a bit.
— She: Are you curious with me? I am 43. Perhaps you are interested in young girls? - She did not want to tell him about her age, but it somehow escaped from her.
— He: I wonder with you. Moreover, I like you as a woman.
— She: How can you like me? You hardly know me.
— He: Sometimes just one look is enough. I looked at your hands, lips, eyes and understood everything for myself. I would have liked you, even if you were more than years old. Age does not mean anything. This is just a number.
— She: And you ... did you like being with me?
— He: You were awesome!
They were silent for a while and looked at the fallen leaves. It became gloomy and cold. They sat closer to each other and wrapped themselves in a blanket.
— He: What are you doing?
— She: I would like to draw. But right now I'm just working on a shitty job ...
— He: Why is it so sad? Why don't you get out of there?
— She: Not so simple ...
— He: I don’t think so. Will you show your drawings?
— She: Yes, I will. What are you doing?
— He: Music, photos ... miscellaneous art. I'm trying to sell everything that my brain generates, he said smiling
— She: Music? Cool! I'm interested in hearing some of this.
— He: I like that you are also a creative person. We will definitely work together.
— She: work together?
— He: I always have a couple of ideas.
He began to stroke her hair. She stroked his face. He took her fragile hand and kissed her.
Yes, you really have the hands of an artist. I like your hands.
They sat closer to each other and began to kiss. Almost no one was in the park. They kissed passionately and passionately. He asked her to sit on he. He grabbed her waist, slipped his hand into her jeans and began to stroke her ass. They rubbed against each other, biting each other's lips.
"I want you !," - he whispered.
"Hey, we're in the park, they’ll see us," - she whispered.
"I want to kiss you" - he sweetly bit her lips, she rubbed her pussy on his cock sticking out from under his jeans.
Oh my god, I'll cum now! - she said in his ear.
— He: Scratch me!
She began to scratch his neck, then pressed his head to her and finished. Mascara spread over her face.
— He: So you look very sexy.
— She: How?
— He: Mascara spreading over your face.
— She: Damn!
— He: Everything is fine - he took out a pack of wet wipes and handed it to her.
— She: Already very cold, let's go home?
— He: Do you want me to go with you again?
— She: Yes, I want to.
On the way home, they bought another bottle of wine. They came home and sat in a hot bath, took the wine, which they poured into large wine glasses. They drank wine, talked about life, he stroked her legs, kissed and nibbled toes on her feet.
Ahead was a new day, a new continuation of their unusual acquaintance ...
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