The Tremors of Klarina the Lustful

When I thought that these two slender fingers wouldn't bring my lustful partner much pleasure, I began to lick, because I simply couldn't deny Klara the pleasure, nor leave her disappointed with her choice of partner. I licked her swollen clitoris, increasing her pleasure with occasional nibbling, until she came.

Although it was already mid-autumn, the weather was warm and sunny, and the weekends were made for partying. So last weekend, my boyfriend and I ended up at a fantastic party in a beautiful house at the foot of Učka. The hostess was a twenty-seven-year-old girl, extremely communicative and pleasant; she welcomed us very kindly and immediately engaged us in conversation and joking.
- She's really fun - I said to Dean, as Klara brought us new drinks. We were gently getting drunk, having fun, and I even danced with Klara.
- Sorry, Klara - I said with a bit of discomfort in my voice - I need to go to the bathroom.
- Come on - she said with a smile revealing her beautiful white teeth - I'll take you.

On the way to the bathroom, I genuinely admired her house. We joked about some half-drunk guests. At one point, I felt an incredible closeness to her; it seemed like we had known each other for years. There was absolutely no tension in our conversation. We reached the bathroom, and she entered with me. Since I was already under the slight influence of alcohol, her presence didn't bother me at all. While I was peeing, she was sitting on the edge of the tub, talking about how her parents bought the land here and how she chose the project for the house. There was nothing forced or pretentious in her entire story.

It sounded more like she was talking about buying a roller or a bicycle; generally, Klara was above all natural. And so, with a completely natural approach, she pressed her body against mine while I was drying my freshly washed hands with a soft towel in front of the large mirror. Then, holding me by the waist, she stepped aside, rested her head on my shoulder, and asked my reflection in the mirror:
- Have you ever been with a woman?

I was left speechless. Her question was accompanied by gentle caresses of my hips. Although I had always harbored a desire to try sex with a woman, I least expected it to happen now and with someone like Klara. The woman of my fantasies had always resembled me, tall and blonde with pronounced curves. Klara was the complete opposite. A brunette of average height, with a sexy body and small firm breasts. Although she seemed somewhat petite, she was definitely sexy.
I turned and looked her straight in her beautiful brown eyes. She obviously interpreted my gaze as a sign of approval, as I didn't utter a word. I just silently looked into her eyes. She gently caressed my breasts, slowly moving down over my waist, hips, and thighs all the way to the hem of my dress. Skillfully, she slipped her hand underneath it and caught the lace of my panties.

I felt excitement, a lightning bolt of energy from my breasts to my pussy. She pulled my panties down to my knees, lifted my dress with one hand, and gently parted my lips with the other, rubbing my wet pussy with her finger. She slid down my body and gave me my first lick. I stood leaning against the mirror while she expertly worked on my clitoris with her tongue, literally driving me crazy. And at the moment when I was ready to come, she interrupted the game and began to undress in front of me, performing a truly attractive striptease. Her beauty was truly exciting. I approached her and began to kiss her firm breasts, then slowly moved down to her swollen lustful spot. She lowered herself down with me onto the cold tiles, spread her legs, and placed her wet pussy right in front of my nose.

I rubbed her lustful spot with my hand and shoved a finger deep inside her, watching the scene up close. I was fascinated by her pussy; I was simply enchanted by the sight from this perspective. Then I shoved another finger in and she started to moan. When I thought that these two slender fingers wouldn't bring my lustful partner much pleasure, I began to lick, because I simply couldn't deny Klara the pleasure, nor leave her disappointed with her choice of partner. I licked her swollen clitoris, increasing her pleasure with occasional nibbling, until she came. Then Klara took control of the game. She led me to the tub and took off my dress. She turned on the water and removed the showerhead.

- Lie in the tub - she said in a sultry voice, and I obeyed without question. She gently poured warm water over my breasts, neck, and stomach, then she got into the tub herself and doused herself with water. She poured the bath over my body and began to spread it gently, caressing me. Then she lay on me and started sliding up and down, passionately kissing me. That beautiful foreplay awakened an incredible desire in me. And when Klara noticed that I was ready, she took the shower again and directed the thin stream onto my clitoris. I came in an instant, and she only briefly interrupted the game to rinse the soap off me, then returned to my pussy and gave it another powerful orgasm with her lips and tongue.

 After this wet game, we returned to the party. With a cheerful stride, I approached Dean and passionately shoved my tongue into his mouth. I kissed and caressed him a bit, and in the end, he naively attributed it to the influence of alcohol. I, of course, agreed with him, letting him know that he was right. Klara and I exchanged meaningful glances and gestures for the rest of the evening, nodding our heads in greeting and smiling at each other. All of these were small signs of attention and gratitude.

 It was a wonderful party that stretched deep into the night. As we were leaving, Klara saw us off. We exchanged kisses in greeting, like two old friends, promising each other a soon reunion. Dean was puzzled by such a close friendship.

- I don't know, I feel like I've known her for years. Somehow, it's like I know her deeply - I said to Dean with a mysterious smile on my face, recalling the passionate moments spent with Klara that immediately made me wet. With Dean, I knew I wouldn't really need foreplay.