A Thessaloniki Man With An Athenian Woman Online

Well, I’m 32 years old and I live in Thessaloniki. The story I’m about to tell you happened during winter, in the last days of 2003 and a few days after New Year’s. The names aren’t real, for obvious reasons.

I had just broken up, under very bad circumstances, and I’d decided to unwind and move on as quickly as possible.

There are plenty who believe that the internet and dating sites are the easiest and safest way to have sex. You browse a few profiles, send 10-15 messages, and then simply wait to see what fish you’ve caught. That’s exactly what I did. Preferring a foreign adult site—one of those you pay for a subscription—I cast my net and waited.

The first signs were worrying. I’d received only two replies, and worse, one was from a woman in Athens. Her name was Kaiti. I’d already lived through the experience of hooking up with girls from other cities (and from Athens) and I wasn’t particularly eager to continue with her. But then, partly because I saw her photo and damn, that pussy (39 years old, blonde, incredible body and stunningly beautiful), and partly because my date with the other girl who replied was a complete disaster (I ended up with a racist who started explaining to me why Hitler was... a humanitarian!!!), I decided to flirt with her. Even if only over the phone, who knows—maybe I’d make a lightning trip to Athens one day and get a good fuck out of it. So we started talking on the phone for hours, and the erotic tension was palpable from the very beginning.

Things took their course on the fifth day (January 4th), when she said, “I’ll be there on Tuesday, I’ve booked a room at the Electra Palace.” I got pretty excited when I heard that. As you can imagine, I started counting the hours and minutes until Tuesday arrived. Indeed, on Tuesday night around 10 PM, I was standing at the airport waiting for her. I heard the announcement of her flight’s arrival and positioned myself in the arrivals hall. I spotted her immediately. She ran toward me, gave me a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth, and wished me, “Happy New Year, up close.” She was wearing a black coat and boots, and I could tell there was a miniskirt underneath the coat—one I couldn’t wait to lift up at that very moment…

A few minutes later, we were in the car heading toward Aretsou. We went to a very classy bar-restaurant for one or two drinks, just to relax a bit. There, I could observe her better. Indeed, she was wearing a miniskirt. Her body was impressive—very slim, about 1.70 meters tall, with breasts that swelled provocatively under her blouse, making me even more impatient. The conversation was extremely pleasant, and time passed quickly.

Of course, there were plenty of sexual innuendos, but neither of us made the first move. At some point, after we’d already had our second drinks, she asked if I wanted another. It was time to finally make my move. I reached my left hand under the table, gently caressed her knee, then slid it under her skirt and slowly moved upward. She wasn’t wearing tights, but stockings with silicone. I touched her skin. I looked at her. Her green eyes stared back at me, dazed, and her lips were moist. “Baby,” I said, “you can have one more drink, or two, or as many as you want. But I can’t wait anymore. I want to fuck you until morning, and I have no desire to get drunk.”
A couple of seconds passed before she sharply replied, “That’s exactly what I want too. Let’s go.”

We left the place and headed toward the car. I opened the door for her, and before she got in, I grabbed her with my left hand, pulled her toward me, and started kissing her passionately, while my right hand clung tightly to her ass. “You’ve got me so hard, baby,” she whispered. “Let’s go quickly, I can’t take it anymore.”

We arrived at the hotel room about 25 minutes later. She told me she wanted to go to the bathroom for two minutes. While she was inside, I didn’t waste the opportunity to take off my clothes and remain in just my boxer briefs. Then, the bathroom door opened… and I was stunned! Her body was unbelievably beautiful. She had kept on her bra, panties, and stockings. I approached her and we began passionately kissing. I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed, then fell on top of her. I kissed her like a madman, while my right hand was already inside her panties, caressing her wet pussy. She was dripping.

I noticed her pussy was shaved, and I didn’t miss the chance. I slowly moved my tongue down, stopping briefly at her swollen lips, then began licking her fantastic pussy, while my hands gripped her tits. She was breathing heavily, and the first contractions of her pelvis began transmitting through my tongue. I drank her fluids greedily, feeling like my cock would burst. Very quickly, the contractions intensified, and I realized it was time. I moved up, looked her in the eyes, and asked, “What’s my name, baby?” “Dimitris,” she replied. “Call me that, baby,” I said, and with one sudden motion, I thrust myself deep inside her.

Few times in my life have I felt such absolute power over a woman while inside her. She kissed me, whispered in my ear, then screamed, “Yes, yes, like that, my stud, like that, my fucker,” and then kissed me again… I placed her legs over my shoulders and began to accelerate. She was beneath me, eyes wide open, mouth agape, unable to utter a word or sound except a long, drawn-out “aaaaaaah.”
I felt it was impossible to hold back any longer. I lowered her legs, brought my mouth close to her ear, and asked if she was on the pill. “Come inside me, baby. I want to feel you burning inside me,” was her reply.

I stood up again, grabbed her thighs, and placed her knees under my armpits. It was now just a matter of time. I increased my pace. She screamed with pleasure. “Yes, yes, baby, come on, come on, fill me up, baby. Take me. Rip me apart.”
My balls ached. With a loud cry, I began to cum deep inside her pussy.

We lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. I got up to get my cigarettes from my jacket, and as I passed by her, I turned and looked. Her pussy was dripping. This time, though, it wasn’t just her arousal fluids flowing—it was my cum too.

We smoked a cigarette and then I put my hand on her pussy again and started to play. I was overcome by a wonderful feeling of warmth and wetness. My fingers slid inside her pussy. "My baby," she told me, "you licked me and it was perfect. Now it's my turn." She took my cock in her mouth and started to lick it.

We fucked until morning. We managed to close our eyes for a little while before 7. After 5-10 minutes my alarm went off. It was a workday and I had some things to do. Around 10 I was back at the hotel entrance. I was sleepy, but just the thought that I would fuck her again lifted my spirits. That's when the receptionist called me and told me I had a message. I opened the envelope. "My baby, what we did was crazy. I had never done it before and I feel very lucky that I finally did it with you. I'm flying to Athens at 9:15. Thank you for everything. I will never forget you."

Seven months have passed and since then we've spoken 2-3 times on the phone and just as many times on MSN. But we never mentioned that night. Those incredible fucks we had. But who knows? Maybe sometime... ;)