Hello, visitor. My name’s Joan but I am registered under another name in the Izmir escort agency catalog. When I found out I can tell my erotic stories to publish them on the site of the Izmir escort agency, I rejoiced as I have plenty of them. So you will hear from me a lot of new stories soon. For a start, I’ll tell you about my college years when I was 18 on the penultimate year of studying.
I love parties and the story happened to me on one of them. It was autumn in Izmir. I was invited to Fred – he had the best parties in the city with lots of booze, music, and fun. He was a nice friendly guy, athlete of local sports soccer team (the team in which he was, was really strong and brought about 10 cups for 3 or 4 years of his participation in it since he joined them being a freshman). Everyone wanted to enter his parties for multiple reasons, as they were funny, rejoicing, and he personally controlled the absence of nerds on them.
I remember I danced there for 10 songs or something in a row and had two beers. I was sweaty and felt I needed to have some fresh air. Going out on the street, I turned right and lit a cigarette. To the right of me, it was a ladder. I was a sporty girl myself (and I keep this shape up to now in Izmir escort agency), I climbed up the ladder and saw it was a small-pitched roof, almost flat. I considered it a perfect place to rest for a while.
I reentered the house and grabbed two bottles of beer and one almost emptied bottle of whiskey Jack Daniels. It still had about 100 ml left. In a minute, I was lying there watching at the stars, smoking a cigarette, feeling as the house is slightly shaking under me – because of the dancing crowd. It was seething life and I took a small pause in this boiling stream of youthful energy, still feeling belonging to it.
“Hello there on the roof!” I heard on the left of me. I raised my head and saw Fred’s head above the roof’s edge looking at me.
“You took three bottles and disappeared in the night, leaving me interested who you are,” he added. Saying that he climbed more and, in 4 steps, sat near me.
“Hi, I’m Fred,” he introduced.
“I know who you are,” I replied, “I’ve been visiting your parties for years & you never paid attention at me.”
“How come? I definitely missed a lot!” And I agreed with him in this. Now, I really couldn’t tell why I did not approach him, in my turn. Maybe I didn’t think of him this way?
We started talking more, I offered him a cigarette and we were lying, smoking, boozing, and watching at bright stars over there, with occasional meteors flying over our heads within a fraction of a second. Together with him, I didn’t want this moment to finish. I stood up on one elbow and looked straight into his eyes, sparkling from a lonely streetlight. He rose up as well and approached my lips. We kissed.
Then things evolved pretty fast. I don’t know how but I was deprived of my panties and bra in a very short while. He was caressing my boob with one hand and kissing the other one. I caressed his buttocks feeling their tightness and wanted things to continue, really. So that’s why when I started to pull off his jeans, he understood and took them off himself, throwing his white panties away somewhere really far into the blackness of the night. I liked his expression and did the same with my own panties that were hanging on my right ankle. We laughed and he spanked my naked buttocks. I spanked his. After that, he just got me on the horizontal position in a second and entered my pussy, which was filled with moist to this moment. He continued very fast and, probably, this time was one of the most sensual ones in my life. Unexpectedly sensual. Pleasantly sensual. Working in Izmir escort agency, I felt many erotic moments too but it was the first of many, that’s why I remembered it most brightly.
He was grabbing my tit with one hand and pressed another one against the roof, keeping himself on me, holding the balance. At some moment, he turned me on the side and rose my legs up so I bend them in knees – this gave better access to my buttocks, which he spanked with his legs driving his impatient dick into my flesh. I helped him more, holding legs up so his pleasure was purer and stronger. When he finished, he took the dick out and flushed all over me, my college skirt, my face, and my belly with his semen.