I’m sitting on the couch, waiting. “Come on in,” I say and almost immediately I hear footsteps approaching from the other room. A young woman walks slowly into the living room. There is some hesitation in the way she walks, but it is difficult tell if that is because she is shy or because she has a black cloth over her eyes. That is all she is wearing.
***
Meeting Minna was a gift from God. I was in line at the university cafeteria with a coffee and a newspaper, when a student infront of me ran into trouble. Apparently she did not have enough money on her card. For a minute I waited for the situation to resolve itself, until I couldn’t take it anymore and reached infront of her to pay her coffee with my faculty card. “No need to than kme,” I said to the flustered girl and smiled. I paid for my own coffee as well and went to look for a free table in the packed café. I left the the girl standing next to the counter to collect her things.
I almost had my newspaper open, when I noticed the girl standing in the middle of the café with a lost look on her face. There were no free tables anywhere. Our eyes met and I motioned for her to come to my table. There was another chair at the small table and I really didn’t need the whole table for myself. She seemed to think about it for a minute and then walked over. “Thanks,” she said a little embarrassed. “It’s alright, there’s enough room for the both of us,” I replied. “No I mean thanks for the coffee. I’m Minna,” she said and reached over the table for a handshake. “You’re quite welcome. My name is Michael,” I replied and shook her hand.
As we touched, I looked at her properly for the first time. Her black clothes suited her slim body and her blonde hair framed her slightly angular face in quite a striking way. The gaze of her blue eyes on me was surprisingly challenging; maybe she wasn’t as shy as I first thought. Now it aws my turn to be flustered. I recovered quickly and we started to talk about her master’s studies, my job at the university and pretty soon we were discussing all things literature, philosophy and life in general. Before I knew it, my short coffee break had become over an hour long and I – a fourty-year-old researcher – had met a twenty-year-old female student. The café around had emptied and we started to leave as well. In the end it was Minna who suggested we should meet again. I said yes immediately. Indeed, the young woman wasn’t shy after all.
***
The next time we met, it started out as innocently as it could have. Just two people meeting for a coffee and conversation. But quickly Minna took initiative and turned it into something else altogether. We had been in the university cafeteria again and gone outside for a walk after, when she suddenly said that she needed to buy something. I followed her into a department store and grew even more confused when she made a beeline to the women’s underwear section of the store. “I need a new bra, wait a second,” she said and walked with determination between the isles. She grabbed a couple of options from the racks and led me to the fitting rooms at the back of the store. Minna went in and I was left standing embarrassed outside the cloth divider between the fitting room and the store.
Then a voice, quiet but clear and determined, came from the booth: “Are you not coming?” I didn’t have time to think about my reaction, I just looked around to see no one was watching and slid in the small booth. Inside, Minna was already taking her shirt off, revealing her pale skin, flat stomach and small breasts, covered by the canvas of her black bra. I couldn’t turn my eyes away, there was no room in the small booth for anything else.
Minna looked me in the eyes, reached behind her back and with one smooth motion removed her bra. Her small, round breasts had pink nipples standing out from them, like small red berries waiting to be plucked from a pale background. “What would you like to do to me,” Minna whispered with a low voice. Instead of replying, I put my left hand on her delicate shoulder and moved it slowly, gently up to her neck. With my right hand I opened the buttons of her jeans and slid my fingers inside. She closed her eyes, moaned quietly and whispered: “Harder, please.” I tightened my hold on her throat and slid the first finger inside her wet welcoming pussy.
***
After that first orgasm on my hands, Minna turned out to be quite the adventurer. Below the shyish exterior of a young student girl was a woman hungry for sex and new experiences. She knew what she liked and was not afraid to try it out in action. What Minna liked most of all was obeying. She was always ready to be submissive and she was turned on by complying with my wishes. Of course part of the game was a little bit of resistance, but I knew she did that so I had the change to be even more commanding.
This adventure had led to here, me sitting on this couch and seeing a slim, young woman woman walking into my living room with only a black blindfold to cover her. I was fully dressed and stroking my quickly hardening cock through the fabric of my pants.
“Stop there,” I said when Minna reached the middle of the room. She was standing there with her face, her breasts and her neatly shaven pussy towards me. I admired my beautiful young plaything for a moment. Her lips were slightly apart, her sharp jaw pointed faintly up almost with defiance, her long neck stretched upwards and begging to be touched. Minna was greatly turned on by touches on the neck and throat, asking to be choked especially in the most intense moments of her passion. She enjoyed being controlled and giving away her own control. I was more than happy to oblige her desires. But first I would toy with her a little – and take some enjoyment purely for myself.
I let my gaze wonder down from her face and neck. She had broad shoulders for such a slight woman and the curve of her collarbone was clearly visible on her shoulders. Her thin arms hung passively next to her naked body. Her breasts were spectacular. They were small, but perfectly shaped. I could spend ages just stroking them, feeling her pale skin and teasing those round nipples until they were as hard as they could be. I could close her breasts completely inside my hands, grope them and squeeze them and she would squirm with pleasure every time.
It was getting difficult just sitting there. I knew the body infront of me was completely there for me to use in everyway I felt like using it. I made myself wait and moved my gaze over her flat stomach, over the curve of her hips to the blonde hair that covered the prize between her legs. I felt my cock twitch and pulse just from the memory of being inside that delicious tight pussy.
I could not tease myself any longer. “Turn around,” I said and got up from the couch. Minna obeyed immediately, she was very good at it. The turn revealed the final exciting feature of my young toy. Her skinny, round ass was at it’s best in tight black jeans, but seeing it bare and pale like this made me think of all the times I had smacked it red. It was made to be slapped, groped and punished and Minna enjoyed that to no end.
I walked close behind her and heard her breath quicken. I put my lips next to her ear and said in a demanding voice: “Will you be good tonight?” Minna bit her lip and said yes. “Will you do everything I tell you to?” Another yes. “Good.
***
To be continued?
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