The summer air hung thick as I spotted Nastya by the pond, her curves hugged by a loose sundress that did nothing to hide the sway of her hips. We'd known each other since fifteen, but at twenty, with me back from vacation in our old building, the old ache burned hotter than ever. "Took you long enough to call," she teased, her voice sharp like always, blonde hair catching the moonlight. "Missed my sparkling company, or just bored of city girls?"
I laughed, stepping closer. "Bored? Hardly. But you? You've always been the one who got away, even when we lived next door." She arched a brow, strong and unyielding, her perfect face lit with a smirk. "Flattery won't get you far, but a walk might. Lead on, Romeo." We strolled along the water's edge, tension crackling as I hinted at years of hidden want, and she volleyed back with wit that left me sweating.
"You think I didn't notice those stares back then?" Nastya said, stopping under a willow. "Cute, but I'm no shy girl. If you want me, say it straight." My pulse raced; her boldness flipped the script. "I've wanted you since we were kids hiding in the stairwell," I admitted, voice low. "Horny doesn't cover it." She grinned, pulling me close. "Then prove it."
Clothes hit the grass in a rush, her full ass pressing against me as she took charge, shoving me down on the soft bank. "Look at that cock, already hard," she purred, wrapping her hand around it before lowering her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that had me panting. I groaned, hands roaming her dripping pussy, fingers sliding in as she rocked, wet and ready, her strong thighs gripping tight.
She climbed atop, guiding my cock into her slick heat with a wicked laugh. "No holding back now," Nastya commanded, riding me hard, her curves bouncing as we both came undone—me thrusting up, her ass slapping against my thighs. Sweat slicked our skin, her pussy clenching as she chased her own release, cum mixing in the heat of it all.
Panting, we collapsed side by side, the pond rippling nearby. She traced my chest, eyes gleaming with promise. "This vacation just got interesting."
But the night was only our first taste of what we'd been denying for years.
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