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The attraction is mutual, but temporary. (MF, rom) *** I don’t know why, but I was captivated from the first moment I saw her. I had recently been posted to one of the post-Soviet Central Asian republics, to a city of mile-after-mile of Soviet-style apartment blocks, most of which were decaying, as was the rest of the infrastructure of this poor, declining nation. Being from the UK, I had been undergoing a major cultural adjustment. Not much here resembled anything from the western world. I was in one of only a handful of food markets that resembled a western supermarket when I first saw her. She was operating one of the check-out tills when I got into queue to pay for my purchases. She was a Russian girl, gobsmacking beautiful. Maybe in her early-to-mid twenties, blonde hair and one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen. Seated at the cash register, I couldn’t get a really good look at her body, but I could see enough to know she had curves in all the right places. When it came my turn, she rang up my purchases, took my payment and handed me my change. Her hands were smooth with long fingers and carefully manicured nails. As I prepared to leave she looked up into my eyes and gave me the loveliest smile I believe I have ever seen. Da Svedanaya, she said. Goodbye. I left the market in a fog. I could not get her face out of my mind. I remembered she had deep, blue eyes. I could not forget her smile. I had never in life been so taken with a woman that I had only seen once, and then in nothing more than a normal commercial transaction. I knew better to think the smile that had so overpowered me was anything but good customer relations – after all she was a good twenty years younger that I – but I couldn’t shake the feeling, the hope that the smile she gave me was a little more. Only a couple of days went by before I convinced myself I was short on groceries and I headed back to that market. She was there, as before, seated at the till. Again, when it was my turn check out, she ended the transaction with another big, warm smile. I really thought I also saw an almost imperceptible, but saucy tilt of her head. I stared into her eyes, which also seemed to be smiling. This time, I kept a clear enough head to smile back at her. I left the market, no less stunned than I had been the first time. Two days later I was back. The same gorgeous smile, this time with a clear expression of recognition. Again, this time I was sure, a little tilt of the head, something more than one would expect at the check out stand. I noticed that she was wearing a name tag. Tatyana. I glanced at her right hand – Russians wear wedding rings on their right hand. No ring on her shapely fingers. The next time I visited the market – by now my house was full of groceries, but I convinced myself I need more – Tatyana was not at the checkout stand. I was amazed at the depth of my disappointment. Thoroughly dejected, I was about to leave the market when I spotted her in one of the aisles. Today, her duties seemed to include helping customers find items in the store. I began to browse the aisles, frequently positioning myself so I could see her from a short distance. Trying not to be too obvious, I drank in the vision of her. Before, when she was seated at the checkout stand, I couldn’t see much of her body. Standing in the aisle, wearing the market’s uniform of a form-fitting-but-not- too-tight sweater, a vest, and form-fitting-but-not- too-tight stretch slacks, I got a much better and thoroughly pleasing view of her. In addition to the gorgeous face, she had a gorgeous body. My gaze travelled south, starting from her face. Her medium-sized, perky breasts were clearly outlined by her clinging sweater. She had a flat stomach and a tight, full, womanly ass. Her slacks were just tight enough I could barely make out what appeared to be a fleshy mound at the point her legs joined her torso. Mesmerized, I drank in the vision of her. I had been trying not to be too obvious, but at some point she happened to turn toward me. When she saw me, she displayed the smile. It seemed to say, "I’ve been waiting all day to see you." Since she’d seen and recognized me, I couldn’t just fade back into another aisle. Plus, I was happy that she had acknowledged my presence. I went directly toward her, all the time seeming to – at least pretending to – scan the shelves for particular items. As I neared her, she came toward me. "Can I help you find something?" Just being near her left me almost breathless. I quickly scanned the shelves and seized on a flour product near the top. "I was…," I stuttered a bit, but not too much. "I was looking for baker’s yeast," I blurted out. I didn’t have the slightest need for baker’s yeast, but I had seen that it was near the top of the aisle. Just as I had hoped, she stretched to reach up and snare a packet of baker’s yeast. While she did, I was able to watch her breasts stretch against her sweater and gaze down on her perfectly shaped ass. As she stretched, her sweater rose up just enough to expose a small amount of bare skin on her torso. Seeing all this, I didn’t get a "tingling" in my groin, I got a full woody; it had been years since my dick was this hard, especially without direct stimulation. I was holding a small market basket and positioned it in front of my groin, knowing that my erection would otherwise be obvious. She handed the small package of yeast to me, turned and gave me that brilliant smile. As she handed the package to me, she touched my arm, and, I thought – maybe fanaticized – skimmed one of her breasts against me. It was a subtle move, perhaps I had misinterpreted it. The next time I visited the market my doubts were erased. Again, she was "working" the aisles. This time, I went directly to her, and made no attempt to hide my appreciation for her body. She showed me how to find many things in the aisle of that market. When she stretched to reach something high in the product racks, she lingered, and looked back at me and smiled as I drank in her beauty. Later, I reasoned, this could only go so far. Either I had to make a direct connection to Tatyana, or steer away from what could end up being a dangerous obsession. I was still wresting with all these thoughts when I went again to the market. She was again working in the aisles. She again offered to help me find things, and I took her up on it. Everything I needed, it turned out, was near the top of a shelf. I enjoyed every moment of watching her breasts stretch against her sweater, and seeing her butt right in front of my face. I wanted to hold her next to me, and caress her – let’s face it— feel her entire body, all the while kissing nuzzling her neck and kissing her swollen lips. I wanted to crush her to me and feel her breasts against me, pull her to me by cupping her ass cheeks. I wanted to reach under her sweater and cup her breasts in my hands. I wanted to gently lay her down and make love to her, in every possible way. As these feelings were passing through my mind, and my cock was throbbing in my pants, she climbed down from a short step ladder that she had climbed to get one of my "top of the shelf" items. I was standing behind her, to steady the step ladder – not to mention get a great view of her shapely rear end. As she descended, her ass rubbed up against my crotch. Willie definitely took notice of that, and I felt heat rising from my loins and travelling throughout my body. I loved that contact, but thought I should be embarrassed. As I started to move away, however, Tatyana looked back at me and smiled. This was not a customer smile. This was an "I know" smile. She emphasized this by wiggling her ass against my steel- hard cock. Then she finished climbing down from the ladder, turned to me, looking into my eyes and said, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Then, she looked around to make sure no one else was looking at us and rubbed my cock through my pants. I was almost panting as she did this. It was a fantasy come true. Then she backed off, and in a totally professional voice said, "you know, we have a number of items that are not on display, we keep them in the back for our favorite customers." Then, she leaned again toward me. "I have to work late tonight in the back of the store," she said. "I’ll be working alone, and if you want to see our items for special customers I could show them to you then." I could barely contain myself, but got it together enough to say, "When?" "Nine o’clock. But come to the back door and knock hard, four times, so that I’ll know it’s you." With that she smiled, discretely touched my hand and then walked away to assist another customer. I was in a complete fog as I left the store, almost forgetting to pay for my goods. For the rest of the day, I could barely contain myself. Later, I couldn’t remember a single thing I had done in the office that afternoon…not who I talked to, any calls I made, not anything. It was all a blank. Finally, the clock approached nine and I was walking through a dark alley way toward the loading dock and back door of the market. It had turned cold during the day and now was snowing lightly. More than once, the thought had crept into my mind that perhaps I was being played for the fool, or even being set up to be robbed. Each time, I pushed the negative thoughts away. I was convinced Tatyana was sincere and felt the same attraction I did, unlikely as it might seem. Finally, I found myself standing outside the rear door of the market. I had to work up some courage to knock on the door, but I did, four times, loudly. At first there was no response, and a feeling of disappointed began to seep into my consciousness. I considered whether I should knock again. I wondered if I should just walk away, having in reality lost nothing, invested little. After two or three minutes, I heard a muffled scraping noise on the other side of the door, and then it opened just a few inches. Peering through the opening was Tatyana. My heart leapt into my throat. She stuck her head through the opening and looked both ways into the alley way. Seeing no one but me, she opened the door further and waved me inside, then closed and bolted it behind me. Safely inside, she turned toward me. This time I knew the smile was only for me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments, then I reached out and took her hand. "I didn’t know it had started snowing," she said. "Your coat is wet, let’s get it off of you." As we removed my coat I noticed she was still wearing the sweater and slacks of her work uniform, but had taken off the vest. She took my coat and hung it on a hook and then turned back toward me. This time her smile seemed a bit shy. I moved toward her and took her in my arms. She immediately closed her arms around me and fiercely pulled me toward her. Our lips met in a searching, searing kiss, our tongues exploring each other. After a short time, she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "I don’t even know your name," she said. "Liam," I replied. "It’s Liam." "I’m Tatyana." "I know, you usually wear a name tag." She smiled again, and pulled me harder against her body. Again our lips met and we kissed with real passion. Our hands began to roam each other’s bodies. I pulled her sweater out of her slacks and began rubbing her back with my left hand. My right hand trailed downward and firmly gripped her ass, pulling her groin even more tightly against mind. She responded by putting both of her hands on my butt and pulling me even harder toward her. We ground our nether regions together and continued our sizzling kiss. I knew she could feel my stiffened penis jammed against her pussy mound, and I loved the feeling of her firm breasts crushed against my chest. Soon I slid both hands under her sweater and unfastened her bra. Pushing her upper body just slightly away, I moved my left hand around to her chest and slid it under her now-loosened bra, cupping her right breast. It was firm and just the right size, as far as I was concerned. I moved my right hand back down and slid it inside her slacks and panties, cupping her rear and again pulling it hard against me. I could feel the heat coming from her crotch all the way through my trousers. It only made my dick harder, harder than I could remember it being for a very long time. I continued to caress her breasts as she pulled slightly away from me. Her right hand let go of my ass and slid around to my front. She began gently rubbing my rock-hard penis. We both were moaning, taking quick gasping breaths by that point. We kissed and nuzzled, I nipped her earlobe, she pushed the warm tip of her tongue into my ear, tickling it in a way that sent shudders through my entire body. Then she broke away, put the palms of my hands on my chest and looked straight into my eyes. They seemed misted over. I felt as if I was looking straight into her soul. She began to unbutton my shirt, kissing and licking each new exposed area of my chest. When my shirt was completely unbuttoned, she pulled it aside and flicked her tongue against my nipples, first one than the other. Again, I shuddered as waves of lust washed through me. Quickly, she reached up and pulled off her sweater and shugged off her bra. For the first time I actually saw her lovely breasts. They were everything I had fantasized about and more – firm and perfectly shaped. I leaned down and began to softly lick her nipples, which responded immediately, becoming erect. I rubbed and sucked her breasts, drinking in the feel of them. Then she reached up and took my hands away from them, snaking her arms around my neck and thrusting her naked chest against mine. She began rubbing her breasts all over my chest. The erotic feel was something I couldn’t begin to describe. Again, she pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. Then, she began to slither down, licking and kissing me all the way as she dropped to her knees. With her lovely face directly in front of my crotch, she unfastened my belt and pulled down my zipper. In one smooth motion she pulled down my trousers and briefs, allowing my throbbing dick to spring out, pointing directly at her face. She gazed at it for a moment and then flicked the tip of her tongue at the tip of my penis. Once more, I shuddered. She grasped my penis in her right hand, gently rubbing it as she looked up into my eyes and smiled. This time a knowing smile, not the least bit shy. She pushed me back so I was leaning against a wall and began licking my shaft like it was a lollipop – a lollipop she craved and intended to enjoy. Then she slid my penis into her mouth, taking it slowly inside. She alternately swirled her tongue around it, and then tightened her lips around it moving them up and down. First she would pump my dick in and out of her mouth rapidly, then she would slow, relax her lips and swirl her tongue some more. I put my hands on the back of her head, but there was no need to pull her toward me. She could take all of me into her mouth and suck my prick into her throat with no need of encouragement. It was exquisite, by far the best blow job I had ever received, and there have been, I must say, a few. After several minutes of this, I began to feel a familiar tingling in my balls. If this kept up, I would soon shoot a load of semen into her mouth. From experience, I knew that was something many women did not like. I tried to gently push her away from me, telling her that I was about to cum. Tatyana responded by grabbing my ass and pulling my dick deeply into her mouth. She pulled back only long enough to look up at me and say, "I want to do this. We have time, this is only the beginning." Then she went back to work on my penis. I can’t say that I have ever in the past received a "loving" blow job, but that is what this felt like. It was not just a physical experience, but an emotional one. She seemed completely committed to pleasuring me, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying doing it. All of these thoughts and feelings built up inside me and it wasn’t long until I felt my orgasm surge through me. It seemed to start in my toes, wash upward through my body and spew out of my dick. I was soon pumping cum down her throat, lost in a fog of sexual ecstasy. I know my orgasm actually lasted only a few seconds, but to me it seemed to go on forever. When I finally came back to consciousness, I realized that she had not only swallowed all of my cum, she continued to suck me, softly, cleaning my dick with her warm, moist mouth, as it slowly began to soften. I felt completely spent. My knees were trembling, all my muscles felt week. Finally, she let my now soft penis slip from her lips, and I sank down to the floor, momentarily exhausted. Tatyana leaned toward me and kissed me, she gently pushed her tongue into my mouth. Although I knew she had by then completely swallowed my cum, I thought I could tell the faint taste of my own juices. In the past, that might have repulsed me, with her, I thought it was lovely; another way we were joined together. She looked at me. "Are we done," she asked? Emotion surged into me, I believed I was not only experiencing a fantasy come true, but falling in love with this beautiful young Russian woman. "I hope not," I said. "I want to make you feel the way I feel, and more. I want to be together with you. You said we had time, how much time?" "A few hours. Enough, I hope." It would only be later that I understood what she meant. She got up, still naked only from the waist up and began to look around the room. I stayed seated and admired her body, looking forward to exploring it more. She went around some boxes and then came back with some packing blankets, which she proceeded to lay out on the bare, concrete floor. She came over and took me by the hand and began to lead me over to the blankets. I pulled her toward me and held her close, beginning another long, searching kiss. Then I picked her up and carried her to the blankets, struggling because my trousers were still bunched around my ankles. She started giggling as I carefully laid her down. I shed all my clothes and leaned over her, kissing her lips, nibbled her earlobes, kissing my way down her shoulders and arms and then nuzzling her breasts, licking her nipples, sucking them into my mouth. She smiled and moaned quietly. I continued down, licking her belly and pushing my tongue into her navel. She shuddered, but again began to giggle. I took hold of the top of her slacks and panties and began to pull them down. She lifted her hips off the blanket enough to let me slide them down her legs, all the way off. Finally, she was naked, completely exposed to me. I was overcome by her beauty. I was struck by the thought I had never been with such a lovely woman. Her breasts were perfect, not small, but not too large for her body and not sagging. I watched as her quickening breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, further accentuating her gorgeous orbs. I gently rubbed her breasts with my right hand and then slowly traced it down her body – the flat belly, the smooth legs, manicured feet and toes. Then I focused on her pussy. Her pubic hair was short and carefully trimmed. There was just enough I could see she was a true blond. Everything about this woman is completely natural, I thought. As I continued to explore her body with my hands, she reached her arms up and put them behind her head, closing her eyes and preparing to let herself experience the pleasure she knew I wanted to give her. After caressing her for several minutes, I moved down and positioned my face between her legs. With only the slightest amount of pressure on my part, she understood what I intended and parted her legs, exposing her last mystery to me. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue on her pussy, just as she’d done to my penis. Then I spread her cunt lips with my fingers and began licking and sucking her clit, occasionally moving down to push the tip of my tongue into the opening of her vagina. She began to respond almost immediately, squirming and gyrating. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me toward her, grinding her clit against me, rubbing her pubic bone against my nose. I varied my pace, slow licks on her clit, penetrating probes with my tongue and long licks along her entire slit. She began to hump my face, rubbing against me hard, forcing me to lick and suck and nuzzle her. Her breathing became short, deep rasps, and she went from soft, mewling sounds to quick grunts. She placed her legs behind my back, pulling me closer. All together, I could feel her getting close and I bore down, focusing myself on her womanhood and the desire to make her cum like she never had before. Soon, she began to shriek, pumping herself against me, rising and grinding. Then, with a long, low moan and a suppressed scream she arched against my mouth and came. Slowly, she began to reduce her pumping motions, rubbing her pussy more and more lightly against me. I continued to lick her gently until she reached down and pushed me away. "No more," she said. "Not now. Please, I can’t take anymore right now." I drew back, lightly nipping at her thighs and kissing all around her pussy, and then rolled over and laid back beside her. She continued to suck in short, frequent breaths at first, then started to slowly breathe more deeply and easily. Finally, her breathing slowed and she lay back with her eyes closed. I lay next to her and gazed at her, drinking her in again. I knew I had really pleasured her and felt proud and fulfilled. After a short time, I placed my right hand on her belly and gently rubbed her, moving up to lightly graze her breasts, which caused her to buck slightly. I leaned over and kissed each of her nipples and than laid back beside her. She rolled onto her side and put her arm around me. "I’ve never felt like that before," she said. "Not ever. I don’t think I could even have imagined it." I leaned on my left elbow and softly kissed her lips. She sighed and snuggled her face into the crook of my neck. Within a few minutes I realized she had fallen asleep. I positioned her head on my chest and lay beside her. Without meaning to, I dozed off. I don’t know how long I slept, it couldn’t have been long, but I awakened to the feel of Tatyana’s lips surrounding my cock, gently sucking me. I laid there for a short time, just enjoying the feeling. When I finally opened my eyes, she looked up at me with a mischievous expression, my dick in her mouth, and said, "Welcome back, my sleepy man." My dick grew hard just at the sight of her sucking it. She kept it up until I was fully erect and then slipped it out of her mouth with a popping sound. Pop goes the weasel, I remember thinking. I chuckled as she slowly rubbed my cock with her long fingers. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked. I responded by taking her head in my hands and drawing her face to mine, pulling her against me and kissing her. She laid her body on top of mine and we again probed each other’s tongues. I ran my hands across her back and grasped her hips. Then I turned her over onto her back and looked into her eyes. "Yes, I’m going to fuck you." I didn’t need to position myself, she didn’t need to guide me with her hands, I just pushed forward and entered her. She was ready, wet and warm and tight. She engulfed my dick and I swelled even bigger and harder inside her. I buried myself inside her up to my balls, and she sighed with contentment. I remained motionless for a few seconds and then slowly began to draw out of her, and then push back in. We were face to face and I could see reflected in her eyes my own feelings: this is what we want to do, this how we want to do it, and this is who we want to do it with. We did not fuck. We made love. The entire time her eyes were open, as were mine, and we focused on each other. "I like gentle," she said. I nodded, kissed her and continued a slow, deep and gentle fuck. No, as I’ve said, not a fuck, making love. I remember thinking, there is no time, there is no world, there is only the two of us making love. I don’t know for sure how long this went on, but at some point she began to rub her clit against my pubic bone and our pace quickened slightly. As I did, we continued to stare into each other’s eyes. We both knew with the time was coming and wrapped our arms around each other and, for a time, became one in our love- making. She began her quiet shrieks, I began to groan and when it was our time, we came together with her pussy clamping my dick as I shot load after load inside her. I opened my eyes to look at her. Her eyelids were fluttering, but she didn’t open them. After a time, I rolled her over on top of me, my slowly shrinking dick still inside of her. She felt light as a feather, and again I could tell she had fallen asleep. Again, I dozed off. The next time I awoke, it was 4:00 a.m. She was shaking me. "We have to go," she said, "before the early shift people start to arrive. They shouldn’t be here for another hour or two, but we can’t be here then." I nodded, and we both began finding our clothes and getting dressed. By 4:20 we might have been a bit disheveled, but we were dressed. We got as far as the door when we began kissing again and fondling again. It was clear we couldn’t keep out hands off each other. She, especially, seemed urgent about it. "Fuck me again, quickly, she said. She turned around and pulled down her slacks and panties, leaned forward and exposed her pussy to me again. "Hurry," she panted. "I want your cock in me again." I didn’t want to disappoint her and neither did Willie, who sprung to attention. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out a rejuvenated dick. I shoved it into her pussy and began pumping in and out of her. I slipped one hand under her sweater again and rubbed her breasts, a bit more roughly this time. With my other hand, I fingered her clit. She wanted it fast and hard, I would give it to her fast and hard. I slammed into her until we both knew the time was near, she moaned again and pushed against me. Just at the time she shrieked with her orgasm, I spasmed again inside her. She pulled up her panties and trousers and turned around, pressing herself against me again. Spaseebah, she said. "Thank you". Spaseebah Vam, I said. "Thank you." She unbolted the door and quickly peered into the alley. Seeing no one, she went outside, pulling me with her. We walked a few feet down the alley, away from the door. It was snowing hard now. We both pulled knit caps out of our coats and put them on. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me as the snow fell on both of us. I knew that I had never been happier with any woman, anywhere. I kissed her hard and said, "I want to see you again, tomorrow. Even sooner, why don’t you come home with me?" This time when she pulled away from me, there was no smile. She had a very serious expression on her face. "Eta Nyeh Mozhat Beelt," She said. Not possible. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Pahchemoo?" I asked. Why? "Tomorrow I leave for Moscow," she said. "I’m moving there permanently. Next week, I’m getting married there." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Tatyana," I said. "Please, think about this. We have something together." "On this night we had something," she said. "It was this night. I can’t explain to you what I need to do or why I need to do it. I can’t explain what I did with you tonight or why I needed to do it." I started to respond, but she put a finger to my lips. "Don’t speak anymore about this. It is what it must be. My choice was to be with you tonight, or to never be with you. I chose to be with you this one night. In a way I fell in love with you, but it is a love that cannot be. I hope it was worth it to you. I know it was to me." I wanted to plead with her, try and talk her out of this, but she kept her finger to my lips. "I’m going to walk away now, and you’re going to walk away, in a different direction. Please don’t watch me leave, as I won’t watch you leave. Please don’t do anything to try and change my mind. You can’t, don’t try. I will only make this harder for both of us." The snow was falling more heavily now, landing on both of us. "Liam," she said, "this night will always be with me. I hope it will always be with you. It was special. But it could only be this night." With that she grazed my lips with a kiss, and then turned and walked away. Before she turned away, snowflakes were falling on both of us, as we stood there in that alley. They melted when they landed on our faces. I wondered if the small streams of water on her face were melting snowflakes, or tears. I will never know. She walked way. I didn’t watch. Of course, since that time, I have gone on with my life, but I have never forgotten Tatyana. The memory of her will always be with me. More than a year after my night with Tatyana, I received a letter from Russia. Inside was a photograph of her – no mistaking it was her – holding a small child. Enclosed with the photo was a brief note: I just wanted you to know, I am doing fine. As you can see, I will always have something to remember you by. Please don’t try and find me. That is what I ask of you. Love, Tatyana. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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