Svetlana Meets Men

During her next shift, she noticed that Gary was watching her the entire time. Tom was there, and she was afraid Gary would say something to him. But he didn't; they fornicated as usual during the hour Tom paid for to be with her, and he drove her back home. Gary had been following them and waited for her to try to go inside before showing up.

Her sister disapproved of her relationship with Tom and Svetlana was sure she was going to hate Gary.

This time, Gary and she had slow, quiet sex on the living room couch that she shared with her sister.

It was a suffocating missionary.

Hidden under a heavy blanket, the sound of the television could be heard at a low volume, trying to disguise the groans they smothered in each other's mouths. This time they joined without protection, with the promise that Gary would finish outside.

Svetlana held her breath, her eyes fixed on the hallway door that led to her sister's room.

Knowing that she completely disapproved of her life and would hate Gary added a layer of paranoia that numbed her senses. Beneath the weight of the thick blanket, the air was warm, dense, and charged with a clandestine tension.

Gary positioned himself over her in a suffocating missionary, dropping much of his body weight to immobilize her and prevent any rocking of the couch. When he joined her, the lack of protection made them both tense in unison, taking in the warmth of direct contact. The promise that he would finish outside was implicit, but at that moment, the absolute priority was the total control of every movement.

During the first thirty minutes, the cadence was tortuously slow and irregular. There was no constant pattern; Gary moved with a deliberate pause, pushing an inch at a time and stopping completely whenever he felt the springs of the furniture threatened to emit the slightest creak. Svetlana buried her hands in his shoulders, not to push him away, but to anchor herself and cushion the weight. Whenever the rhythm threatened to accelerate from passionate instinct, one of them broke the action. Gary lowered his face and sealed Svetlana's mouth with his own, transforming what would have been a sharp groan into a muffled, wet sigh that died between their lips.

As they passed into the second half of the union, the physical effort of maintaining immobility began to take its toll. Sweat started to slide between her breasts, gluing their bodies together under the heavy blanket. Gary subtly changed the angle, propping his forearms on either side of Svetlana's head to better distribute his weight and prevent the back of the couch from hitting the wall. The thrusts remained spaced out, without a fixed beat--a game of internal friction that was overwhelmingly intense precisely because of the restriction.

Svetlana arched her pelvis extremely slowly, measuring the pressure of her hips against his, savoring the depth of the encounter but with her ear tuned to any creak of the floorboards or a change of pace in her sister's breathing from the other room. Gary licked her cheek and chin slowly, using the contact of his skin to distract her from the urge to move freely.

Toward the end of the hour, the urgency of the climax became inevitable for Gary. The slowness gave way to absolute rigidity in his muscles. Mindful of the agreement, Gary waited for the final second of tension to withdraw with a sharp, silent movement, spilling onto the fabric of the blanket they shared. He dropped carefully by her side, sinking into the narrow space of the couch while they both recovered their breath in perfect synchronization, their eyes fixed on the television screen, hoping that the silence of the apartment had not been disturbed in the slightest.

Svetlana let him sleep with her in her room that night, and when she heard her sister leave for her university classes, Gary and she joined on the living room floor with Svetlana looking at the ground, crouching, and Gary on his knees, pushing her with passion and desperation while holding her breasts.

Gary knelt right behind her, wedging himself in with an urgency that contrasted drastically with the slowness of the previous hours. His large, rough hands slid forward to hold her breasts firmly, molding them and pulling her subtly backward with each thrust. The thrusts became passionate, deep, and heavy with accumulated desperation. The sound of their bodies colliding and their ragged breathing filled the room for the first time without censorship. The rhythm was constant and demanding, forcing Svetlana to cling to the fabric of the floor while Gary took over the space, extending that first morning union until fatigue forced them to change.

Seeking a new dynamic, they moved into the narrow hallway connecting the living room to the bedrooms. Gary placed her with her back against the smooth, cold wall--a drastic contrast to the suffocating heat of their sweaty bodies. He lifted one of Svetlana's legs, resting it over his hip to open the angle and join her face-to-face once again. From that position, Gary controlled the depth of every movement, using his weight to keep her pressed against the wall. Svetlana tangled her fingers in his hair, letting out free groans that echoed off the hallway walls. Gary kissed her neck and jaw with a halting rhythm, increasing the intensity as the morning progressed and the sunlight began to brightly illuminate the apartment.

With time running against them, they ended up returning to Svetlana's room for the final moments together. Exhausted but unable to stop, they settled into a side position on the unmade mattress, intertwining their legs in an intimate, direct embrace. Gary held her from behind, maintaining a slower but deep cadence, tracing the silhouette of her ribs and waist with his hands. The closeness was absolute; Svetlana's skin was completely covered by the sweat of both and the trace of the previous unions. When the climax became imminent and Svetlana's phone alarm began to ring, announcing it was time to get ready for the club, Gary accelerated the pace one last time. Keeping his word, he withdrew at the very last instant to spill completely over the skin of her thighs and abdomen.

They lay there for a few minutes, taking in the weight of exhaustion and the heat of the sun that already filled the room, just before Svetlana had to jump up to shower and begin her work routine.

When Svetlana reached to be of age (21), Tom proposed that she move in with him.

"And your wife?"

"I got a divorce."

Svetlana accepted, very happy, and told her sister via text message. She told her that she would continue to help with the rent so that she could finish her studies, but that she would now be living with Tom.

Her torrid romance with Tom had borne fruit: now they saw each other every day, night, and morning. They only separated for work. Svetlana did not feel suffocated; she enjoyed every moment.

At the club, something else was happening.

"Shsh. Be quiet."

Svetlana, lying on the floor of a private room, extended her legs wide and allowed Gary to crash his hips against hers in desperation. Gary grunted loudly against Svetlana's face, and she tried to calm him down.

"They can't hear us. We can only see each other here; if they ban you, we won't be able to be intimate anymore, okay?"

Gary looked her in the eyes and nodded, holding her face with both hands and kissing her desperately while pushing into her without control. He disengaged and turned her over toward the floor to join her from behind.

Gary loved her backside.

"I'm going to fill your cheeks with my seed..." Gary entered with a devastating thrust, and they both groaned. Desperate, they pressed their lips together to meet with strokes of passion. Svetlana felt in love with Gary.

He was obsessed with her, and that pleased her. Tom treated her like just a pretty object, but Gary lost his mind over her. During the entire time they were intimate, Gary kissed her with an open mouth while touching her everywhere. He sucked her breasts with veneration and masturbated her with passion. He loved making her come.

He knew her better in intimacy than Tom did.

The urgency of Gary did not diminish; his thrusts from behind were deep and rhythmic, forcing Svetlana to dig her hands into the floor of the private cabin to keep from sliding. In that moment of absolute surrender, where Gary's weight and his obsession made her feel truly desired, the loud, sudden ringing of her cell phone shattered the atmosphere.

Svetlana stifled a groan when she recognized the ringtone. It was the direct line she used for Tom.

"Gary... wait..." she whispered, her voice cracking, reaching out with difficulty toward the armchair where she had left her purse.

Gary grunted, unhappy with the interruption, but instead of stopping completely, he slowed the pace to a tortuous, heavy, slow cadence that threatened to make her lose her train of thought. Svetlana picked up the device with a trembling hand and slid the screen to answer, pressing the phone to her ear while trying to regulate her breathing.

"Hello?" she said, forcing a calm her body did not feel.

"Svetlana, where are you?" Tom's voice sounded thick and demanding on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way to the club. I want a private room in twenty minutes. Have everything ready."

Right at that instant, Gary gave a deliberate, deep thrust, seeking to throw her off balance. Svetlana had to bite her lower lip hard, closing her eyes as a shiver ran completely through her. She pressed her forehead against the floor, holding her breath so Tom wouldn't hear the echo of her agitation.

"Yes... Tom. I'll be here," she replied, managing to keep the words strung together with amazing coherence, though her voice sounded a bit lower than usual. "In the usual cabin. I'll wait for you."

"You better," he snapped before abruptly hanging up, leaving the dull beep of the cut line.

Svetlana dropped the phone, which fell onto the rug, and let out her breath in a long sigh. Noting that the call had ended, Gary didn't wait another second; he grabbed her firmly by the hips and resumed the desperation from the beginning, consummating that first union with an unbridled intensity that left her trembling and exhausted against the floor, fulfilling his promise before time caught up with them.

Aware that Tom would arrive at any moment, haste took over the room, but Gary's fixation with her wouldn't let him leave things half done. He sat up on the cabin's sofa and, seeking to keep control of the minutes they had left, pulled a condom from his pocket. This second time, with the warning of Tom's arrival floating in the air, protection was indispensable.

Gary put it on quickly and pulled Svetlana onto his lap. She settled astride him, sitting face-to-face and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Joining again in that seated position, the closeness was total. Svetlana looked him in the eyes, finding that blind devotion that made her feel alive, so different from the coldness with which Tom claimed her.

Gary raised his hands to cradle her face, catching her lips in an open, wet, deep kiss, while she dictated the rhythm over his thighs. They moved at an accelerated but quiet pace, with Svetlana sinking completely into every movement, clinging to Gary's shoulders while the echo of the club's outside music reminded them that time was playing against them, sealing their complicity before the door could open again.