Freewheelin’

It had been a birthday party in Krakow on 14th February and all the time at the party our eyes met purposefully with the knowledge that we both wanted each other. As often happens we ended chatting in the kitchen where you first touched my back with your hand, a very subtle touch – but I followed this up with one of mine. The touches became more daring as the night went on, until we were discretely sliding our hands up inside each other's clothes. At one point, as we spoke to another couple I slid a finger nail down the length of your spine and then into the nape of your neck and felt you shiver.

I volunteered to walk you home. The streets had a beautiful covering of snow, and with some of the old cars from bygone communist days I mentioned, as we walked arm in arm against the cold, that it felt like we were living the cover of ‘Freewheelin' by Bob Dylan. You smiled and as you smiled we passed an old savings bank. I pulled you firmly into the doorway and we kissed for the very first time. My lips teased your own, mimicking the place my mouth also wanted to be, and how my mouth and tongue would behave while there, between your thighs. Your upper lip became your clit and my tongue circled it while we kissed passionately, then I pushed my tongue penetrating your lips and heard you gasp as I held you to me. Your hand cupped my now urgent, thick erection and as I pushed forward I sensed the back of your hand now rubbing your sex.

I asked how far it was to your apartment and you composed yourself and told me you were actually lost. You had been lost in our conversation all the way.

I was desperate and stood in the street and flagged a taxi down and asked for your address at Saint Sebastian.

We kissed and touched like teenagers in the taxi, but the ride was short and as the taxi stopped I handed the driver 20 zlotis and thanked him.

Again I held you close against the huge wooden door at the entrance to the huge ornate stairwell leading to all the apartments in the building. I kissed you and bit your neck and whispered ‘I want you now', and as I did felt you open the door behind us.

It was 4 in the morning. I guess people could have arrived back from some other party but we didn't care. We were inside and out of the cold and I pushed you against the wall as soon as we entered and passionately ripped off your jeans, as you ripped open my shirt and bit my chest until I winced with pain and pleasure.

My hand went between your legs and to that day I had never felt a girl so wet in my hands. Already your pleasure was running down the inside of your thighs as I lowered your soakened panties.

You nodded and turned to the wall in compliance as I bent you over and thrust my body deep inside you, your hands grasping at the mailboxes and almost pulling them off the wall with every new and deeper thrust.

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