Hello! My name is Stella and for the first time I will try here to state what happened to me and comes through in life. If someone is interested, I will be grateful for the ratings. So...

I am 35 years old. I'm married. Speaking recently in one social network, I met a young man for 39 years. At first, communication was ordinary, about the weather, music, nature, etc. But gradually our conversations began to touch on personal topics, and then on intimacy. My friend's name was Maxim.

One day while talking, Maxim suddenly asked me a question about what I was wearing. I do not hesitate automatically answered. Following this question, Maxim asked me what kind of underwear was on that day. I was embarrassed by his question, but somewhere in the depths of myself I felt a strange sensation. To my surprise, I felt that I was excited by his questions.

So we talked for several days. Then Maskim suggested that I meet. I did not even suggest it, but said it in a decided tone. For some reason I agreed. Maxim appointed me a meeting in one hotel in Moscow.

At the appointed time, I arrived at the meeting. Maxim said he would meet me in the hotel lobby. I dialed the number of Maxim and said that I was standing at the reception desk. A few minutes later a stranger approached me and said that Maxim was waiting for me and asked me to follow him.

While we were rising in the elevator, this man was silent. Entering the room I saw that it was divided into 2 rooms. The man helped me take off my coat and walked to the next room. It was a room with a large bed, an armchair, a desk and a TV. Maxim was sitting by the bed in the chair.

I was terribly worried. Maxim smiled, greeted me and told me to sit on the bed next to his chair. Then there was a light conversation about how I got to the hotel, said that the man with him was his guard. I relaxed a little and calmed down. Suddenly, Maxim told me that I stood up and walked to him, half to me. I got up uncertainly and went over. Maxim told me in a whisper so that I would not be afraid, and I would jerk his hands on my buttocks. He began to stroke them. Then he lowered his hands and thrust them under the hem of my dress. I felt how he began to stroke my legs that were in stockings. Hands went higher and higher. I was scared and pleased. I closed my eyes listening to the sensations within me.

Maxim's hands were already stroking my buttocks in thongs. Squeezed them. Suddenly it stopped and Maxim removed his hands from me. He silently pressed on my shoulders and I knelt beside him. The next second, he pulled the penis out and pulled me to the penis by the hair. I obediently kissed the head and took the penis slowly in my mouth ...

I apologize to you, reader, this is my first story experience here. Please do not judge strictly. If you like it, then in the next story I will tell what happened next ..
Kiss you all, your Stella.