On the day of the European Football Championship finals in 2012, I was on my first business trip in my life. In Milan. One All my Italian colleagues went to watch the match at home, bars and friends. They still didn’t know me so well to guess to call with them, and I was still too timid to ask for it. However, the evening alone in the new city has never scared me. And since everyone was in a mad rush about who would win, Italy or Spain, I decided to watch the match: I put on a T-shirt with an Italian tricolor and went to the main square, where the big screen was installed.

The atmosphere was hot: Thousands of Italians waved flags, fanned the fan pipes and supported their team with loud cries. I, bearing in mind the precepts of my mother never to climb into the midst of an agitated crowd, stood a little apart. It was certainly safe, but also useless: the match began, the crowd became denser, and I completely stopped seeing the screen. However, the disappointed fans' cries completely clarified the situation: the Spaniards quickly scored two goals. Having lost interest in the obviously disastrous match, I began to look at the guys around me. The show, I must say, was very pleasing to the eye: because of the stuffiness, the men t-shirts and, unusually sexually playing with their muscles, shouted curses at both teams. Soon, I caught the eye of an amazing guy standing nearby. The young brunette with huge brown eyes and neat goatee, short, slender, with excellent moderately muscled muscles (he also took off his T-shirt, so it was useless for a long time) and a tattoo on his forearm. Agitated by the general atmosphere and his gaze, I moved closer. “Stand here, you will see better,” he told me, freeing up space in front of him. I thanked and took the opportunity. Almost immediately after that, a break began. Part of the frustrated crowd knocked to the exit, and friends of my new dream began to wade closer to the screen. He called me with them, and I went, forgetting about all my good intentions.

- Guys, I'll stand with you then, okay? I'm alone, ”I said in Italian.

- One? - surprised charming Italian. - Why?

- I do not live here, arrived on a business trip. Actually, I'm Russian, from Moscow.

- Come on? - His friend was amazed. “Why then do you support Italy?”

This question took me by surprise, but in general we continued to chat and met.

“Simone,” my handsome man called his name, staring me in the eyes and forcing him to blur in a silly-flirtatious smile.

- Oh, he's already in love with you! - giggled his friend.

At this point, the second half began. Simone again won back the best for me, in his opinion, the place, and he got up behind him. Now I could see part of the screen, but I was much more interested in the fact that the charming Italian was standing very close to me, and I distinctly felt the rising tension between us growing. Uncertainly, he put his hand on my waist, felt how I immediately leaned closer, and in a second he was pressing me tightly with his back to himself. Then he gently kissed my neck, and I completely surrendered to excitement, mixed with adrenaline from the unusualness of what was happening. I put my hand on his thigh, and he gently transferred it to his dick, already unequivocally firm under tight jeans. I gently squeezed his hand, and he pressed closer. After another second, I turned around, and we started kissing passionately in the middle of the screaming crowd of fans. “Let's get out of here,” he whispered to me, and I agreed without hesitation.

We walked, embracing, in the evening Milan, continually stopping to renew kisses. It was unbearable to hold back longer, and we entered the first bar and headed straight to the toilet to continue, without prying eyes, what we both wanted so much. His hands caressed my chest, and mine - unbuttoned the belt of his jeans ...There was a condom in my purse, he turned my back, raised my short skirt, and steadily entered me. I tried to hold back the moans, enjoying the strong jolts. Then he turned me around, lifted me up into the air and pressed me against the wall. I kicked him and again felt his big hard cock inside me. Choking with excitement and adrenaline, I nestled closer and closer to him, inciting him to move faster and faster, until he finally finished, moaning with pleasure.

Then we giggled, trying to clean up, leaving the toilet under the unkind look of the waiters and visitors. We were looking for his friends for a long time, because the match was already over and the crowd dispersed along the main streets. They found out that Italy lost 4: 0 and decided that they did not miss anything interesting. Then we kissed the subway for a long time before we split up.

I never saw the handsome Simone, but I got a very attractive feature for the stronger sex - I loved football. Now every time a man invites me to watch a match together, my eyes light up with genuine excitement. And what could be more beautiful mutual understanding in a pair? And to know the background he does not necessarily ...