His name was Eugene and he was a programmer. He was a man — rather tall, dense, with a long mane of hair and a beard over his shoulder. Description of course colorful and weird, like all IT specialists and programmers. They seem to live in their own special world of html equations, formulas, incomprehensible scripts and numbers ... We met at the dawn of dating sites. One of the first was just MAMBA. We talked for a long time in a friendly way. Eugene had a rather sweet sense of humor, and the then online communication was more human, there were not so many people, in principle, on such sites. Their level and intelligence was dozens of times higher than modern.

It was something to talk about, laugh and share the news with each other. Such a cute Internet courtship lasted for almost half a year, and there was no feeling of unhealthy nervousness that someone urgently needed to be fucked))) immediately today. At some point, we still decided to meet. He said that he had a party for the coolest Moscow programmers and he would be very pleased to be with her. I love to make people happy. Why not go ... I thought. It was a wonderful summer, warm, good and somehow very gentle around. We met in advance, I don’t remember exactly which metro station (then I took the subway for dates)), it was somewhere in the center near the fountain not far from Mayakovskaya station ... and I understood why he wanted to be at a party with me.

His weird fraternity - looked at me with eyes just astonished by surprise. They were all a bit peculiar, like all system administrators, as if looking inside themselves. Baggy pants with large pockets, sweaters with slightly stretched sleeves, glasses and players in the ears. And then, suddenly I come under the arm with a tall, mane Eugene, such a “magic” girl-artist, dressed in a sexy black blouse on 4 breast size, a large neckline, in which shimmery light white skin, stylish pants, tight ass and shoes, contact lenses and haircut "Gavrosh", the color of dark coffee. The first few minutes - the party hardly moaned to us their greetings. Then I gradually let go, the more I found myself a wonderful girl - interlocutor, also a programmer and with difficulty, we found some common language and similar interests. The language of the boys and their conversation, I definitely did not understand, a mixture of Sanskrit with computer terminology and explosions of laughter ...

Time later, the whole party went to a decent cozy cafe, where conversations continued in an incomprehensible language, I sat with blinked eyes, asked funny questions, and the male part of the company was overwhelmingly amused. I didn’t want to be smart about the meaning of telling about the stained glass art of the Middle Ages) or the first artists of the Renaissance, when it’s not interesting to others. When the music started, the tusovka perked up noticeably, everyone took turns to invite me to dance, simultaneously devouring my chest.
eyes. The wine has already hit my head a little and it was easy and pleasant to feel my body in different hands, warm and excited. But at the same time, he didn’t allow himself anything extra, apparently respect for Eugene and his growth and not small fists for the programmer worked. Eugene, too, perked up depending on how we dance, I specifically squirmed and wagged my hips not much, but invitingly. I liked this game.

One young man especially remembered - they called him “Golden Boy” in jest
programming ... precisely for his talent). Then, in 2004, the first one came up with innovation, to connect several sites of the same direction into one large one, I don’t remember exactly which ones, but it brought huge profits to the office in which he worked. The guy was really super, exactly “golden”, turned face - young, beautifully built, blond, with a wonderful smile on my lips, as I like.You know, I read in his eyes — a frank envy of the fact that I and Yevgeny and him were so eager to fuck me, that he simply could not hide it. I really got it started. But Yevgeny also controlled the situation and was not missed, I already drank decently and Zhenya assessed the situation and the views of the golden-haired man - he caught me under white hands. We walked through the night center of Moscow, and it was so wonderful, a warm evening ... I chirped some utter nonsense ... about the stars, about the dances, about their work, interspersed with Tsvetaeva's poems: "Here’s the window again - where again they don’t sleep, they can drink wine, they can sit like that, or they just don’t separate their hands ... ”, Eugene supported my arm and forearm, and I hope - I listened)). He lived in the center of Moscow on Mayakovka in a historic house, with his mother, as I understood later. And that day Mom was not at home.

Probably for this, Eugene went to such an unreal gap ... He slowly section me, examined, stroked the neckline line. He took off his blouse, pants, panties and led me naked to his desk. From dancing and touching, I was all wet down below. “Here lean closer, look at what a complicated computer I have ...” - my hands found support on the tabletop. “I wanted to do this for a long time with you, sitting at my computer” - and planted me from behind on my dick. He moved steadily and not too fast, as if chasing every blow, imprinting his core into me, the feeling was very unusual and new. At the same time, the small tummy did not disturb him at all. My mind began to cloud the first orgasm. My moans spread across the room.

Then he knocked me onto his bed and tore hard at me, with small pauses, almost until 8 am, I didn’t have any strength left from the orgasms, he gave me - to forget about 10-15 minutes, then he took me like a rag doll and started to fuck - again, from behind, then threw my legs over my shoulders and again, I fell on my side - and he entered again with such a feeling of pleasure on his face that it is impossible to forget. Then he turned over, I was exhausted on my stomach, my legs were spread wide apart - he imprints me from behind, lifting my ass. And again, he opened his legs from above on my full splits. Measured like a jackhammer, the rhythm of which reached the throat. Honestly - it was my first experience of such long sex, I didn’t just not know what was possible). I wanted to go wash in the bathroom - he did not give, he said - I want to remember you like this - all wet, in semen, soaked with sweat and orgasms, with a scattered hairstyle, open parched lips and a hazy look in a shroud of buzz. His whole room smelled of sex and when I remember now, my cheeks are still burning.

He himself finished very interesting - only once and in the morning. His foreskin was somehow very tight. For a long time he did not let me get dressed as if I were photographing in my memory. He said, "Lie still - I will admire and spread my legs wider." Call me, come again. Then we said goodbye, as I got home, I remember badly, only my hips moved poorly and ached), then I slept almost a day.

Time later, I wanted to call and see him again, but my mobile phone was stolen then and his number was lost. And I left the site at the same time - I do not remember the details anymore. Keep a handwritten notebook, so as not to get lost ... there are people in every life that are difficult to forget.