The Difficult Friend from University

I decided to send another story to the site here... and I'll send more.

Once, I worked for a multinational company as an executive for 5 years. I had a friend, you see, we studied together. Maria. Maria worked at the reception of a large hotel in Athens and we were just friendly company. She was a tall woman, with a very good body... in a word, impressive. She's one of those that make you think about rejection.

One day, when we went for coffee, she told me she wasn't satisfied with her job and was looking for something better. I suggested I speak at the multinational to see if something could be done since, in terms of formal qualifications, she was fine. So then, after a month, she was there. I note here that Maria was dating a guy and from what she said, they would get married in about a year.

From the time she came to the office, apart from the fact that all the men would go crazy as soon as they saw her, they were jealous that she talked a lot with me and went out with me, etc. Her boyfriend worked outside of Athens and so she had a relative freedom.

Time passed. At that time, I also had a relationship which, after a little while, wrote "the end" and I was bitter. Maria started telling me that she wasn't having a good time either and I understood she wouldn't keep the guy for long. She was my conversationalist (I am 35 today) and these things happened in '96.

Christmas came and I was going to my father's village, where, however, I rented a house year-round because there was no family home anymore. I didn't have company to go with, but she suggested she come with me and I didn't refuse her. She wasn't going to see her boyfriend. She said she was bored. She brought a friendly couple of hers along and we had a good time.

One night there, when I was lying alone, she came and wanted to talk and we were discussing our love lives... you know what I mean. Hour by hour, she came and lay down next to me and was leaning on me and I had gone crazy. I kept thinking, what's happening here? Could such a pussy become mine? And yet it happened, friends. That night I didn't fuck her. We just slept together in my bed and in the morning when I woke up, I started caressing her and grabbing her tits and caressing her pussy... I could feel that the slut's pussy had gotten wet and in her sleep she would open her legs, but in the end, not even then did she let me fuck her because the other couple was there, who liked her boyfriend (her fiancé) very much.

When we returned to Athens, she hadn't yet made the 100% decision to break up with him, but at the same time, she was also with me. Essentially only with me because she kept finding excuses not to go see him. This lasted about 2 months. Then she broke up with him for good. During the 2-month period and after, when she was exclusively mine, we fucked normally, but the bad thing was that at the time we didn't have anywhere to go and we did it all in my car (fortunately it was big and comfortable) but we went almost every weekend and so the fucks were nice and we also took little trips.

We also went skiing (she taught me) and then skin-skiing (I taught her). I would lay her down and change her lights during the fuck. She was tall and would open her legs and wrap around me like an octopus and pull me hard inside her. I could feel her slutty pussy opening and my cock turning to stone inside her. Her stomach would tighten and tremble with lust and her nipples would harden as my hairy chest caressed them... The truth was that she came with difficulty, but with the passage of time we managed and harmonized on this issue. It's the best thing to cum with her, but I want it when I've made her cum first a few times. I believe every woman wants and can have multiple orgasms. And it's basically in the man's hands to achieve it. With her, I achieved it.

One day, when we were at the office and there wasn't much work, I wanted to go to the company's archive storage, which, however, was in a different building from the one where the offices were. Specifically, it was in Marousi, in the basement of a commercial center which also houses radio stations and generally has a lot of traffic.

So she told me she wanted to come too to help me find the files I wanted. We took my car and in 10 minutes we were in the basement. Next to there were other storages, shops, and a radio station. It was about 2 in the afternoon.

So there, while I was searching the shelves to find what I wanted, Maria suddenly turned off the lights and had locked the door. She turned off the lights because, as you know, in commercial centers everything is glass. She pulled me behind some cardboard boxes and sat on one and told me, "Come, I want you to fuck me now!" I didn't miss the opportunity. I took it out and she simultaneously took off her pants and remained in her white thong, which I could see had become soaked from her wetness.

I went straight inside her and she wrapped tightly around me with her legs and sucked my lips with hers. "Do you like it, my love?" she says to me. "Yes, my lust... you drive me crazy, I'll take you hard and fast," I told her. And I started pounding her with my cock inside her and my balls slapping the "ball-dancer" (this is the spot between the pussy and the asshole). I came inside her with force, my cock hit her womb and she screamed from lust and pain...

Afterwards, we got dressed, took the files, and left. As we passed by the radio station, a man and a woman were looking at us smiling. They definitely heard us and understood, but we didn't care. That was my little story. Tomorrow I'll put another one.