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After graduation, since I didn't have a stable job, I went to help out at my dad's trading company in Russia. Because I couldn't yet speak the Russian dialect, they hired a beautiful local woman as my secretary. She could both translate and take care of me while I was abroad. By the way, her name was Yelena. One evening, after negotiating a big deal, Yelena and I came out of the hotel and strolled hand-in-hand through the night streets. Yelena said I was very capable, mimicking the gesture I had made earlier when I patted her shoulder to reassure her. I naturally wrapped my arm around her waist.
Yelena had a very slender and tall waist, seemingly even taller than mine. Her legs were long, and her buttocks were shapely. As my hand slid down with our steps, it was clearly supported by her pert bottom. I could feel that her slender waist was firm yet soft on the surface. We walked like this, our arms linked, our bodies occasionally brushing against each other. The city lights were dazzling and colorful, a cool breeze was blowing, and the streets and sky looked exceptionally clean in the night. I was captivated by the beautiful night and the warmth of the foreign beauty.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity, I stopped. We embraced face-to-face. Looking into her deep, expressive eyes, I said, "Yelena, I love you." I clearly heard a soft moan from Yelena's throat. She hugged me tighter, calling me by my last name, and said, "I love you too." Our lips drew near, touched, and finally met in a kiss.
Yelena's breath carried the faint scent of Malibu, which, combined with her fresh breath, I found very appealing. We kissed deeply for a long time, but my hands only stroked her back, refraining from further actions. I was unfamiliar with Russian customs and felt it best not to overstep boundaries.
I began to gently kiss her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, and neck. Yelena closed her eyes, quietly reciprocating my kisses. When I kissed her neck, I noticed a faint body odor, indescribable, neither offensive nor particularly appealing. I guessed it was just the body odor of Europeans.
I asked her if it was alright not to go back. She said it was fine, and Lena wouldn't be going back either.
I asked if we could go to my hotel. After confirming that the hotel was across from the bar, she agreed.
We hailed a taxi and arrived at the hotel.
My heart was pounding as I pulled Yelena inside. To be honest, I never imagined that a fair-skinned, brown-eyed, blonde beauty would appear beside me, ready to embark on a passionate journey with me. Seeing that no one was paying attention to us, this foreign couple, I relaxed a little as we entered the elevator. I pressed the button for the 35th floor, and the elevator carried me and my blonde beauty, along with our passion, upwards.
Ding-dong, the elevator doors opened. I took out my keys and pulled Yelena out of the elevator. A woman in her forties, wearing a waitress uniform, called out to us, asking which room we wanted. I answered her, and she took out a card from the counter, glanced at it, and said this lady needed to register in the lobby. I pulled a 50-yuan bill from my pocket and threw it on her counter, saying I didn't want to register. Then I pulled Yelena towards the stairwell, while the woman behind us softly called out, "Sir, no, no." Yelena hesitated, and I pulled her along, saying, "There's nothing wrong with that."
The door had just closed when Yelena leaned back against it, placing her right hand on her left chest over her heart, her lips pouting into a small red curl. She exhaled a long breath, her adorable big eyes darting around – a typical Western gesture of surprise. I smiled and turned to look at her; she was so cute. I slowly placed my hands on the doorframe and covered her red lips with mine.
Yelena closed her eyes, and as her lips parted, a soft moan escaped her nostrils.
My tongue parted her lips, then gently tickled the corners of her mouth. With her increasingly rapid breathing, Yelena opened her teeth, her tongue eagerly searching. I didn't let her find it. My lips parted slightly, watching the little fish desperately search for bait. Just as she opened her eyes in a desperate search, I sucked her soft, eager tongue into my mouth, sucking and kneading it, stirring and flicking it with my tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
Yelena's eyes, not yet fully open, closed again.
We began to suckle and nibble at each other's lips, our tongues occasionally tracing the space between them, sometimes darting deeper. Finally, our two thirsty mouths opened wide and joined together, our tongues swirling intensely, probing deep into each other's depths, licking the walls, only to be pushed back into their own, teased and playfully teasing each other.
My arms involuntarily tightened around Yelena, her full, soft breasts bouncing against my chest, transmitting the heat of this foreign land.
Suddenly, Yelena seemed to remember something, opening her eyes and tilting her head back, looking at me intently, saying, "You're amazing!"
I stared blankly into her clear, deep eyes, wondering why she suddenly said that.
Looking at me, she thought to herself, "Amazing, amazing!"
She gestured as if mimicking the way I'd thrown money on the counter, saying, "I don't want to register! That's it! Okay, okay!" Then, mimicking the old woman's mannerisms, she said, "No, sir, no, sir!"
Turning around, I switched back to my role: "Nothing is impossible!"
She then doubled over with laughter. This strange blonde girl, I don't know what she was thinking, suddenly bringing this up when things were getting heated. Heh, I don't understand! My
burgeoning passion was temporarily dampened by the mischievous girl, and I pulled her into the room.
Yelena exclaimed again: "So beautiful!" She pulled back a corner of the snow-white silk blanket on the bed, praising it endlessly.
I sat down on the sofa, smiling as I watched the crazy girl's exuberance.
Yelena was happy for a while, then turned to look at me with a silent smile, pouting and leaning down to hug me, asking if I wanted to sleep.
I was surprised by the foreign girl's directness, but I still hugged her tightly, pulling her onto my lap and kissing her lips. "Yes ," I said.
Yelena immediately struggled to get up, saying, "Take a shower, take a shower! You have to take a shower before you can go to bed, otherwise..." She pointed to the carpet under the bed with her hands on her hips. I told her to shower first.
Yelena unabashedly took off her jeans and tight top, leaving only her underwear and thong. My eyes widened instantly; half of her full, snow-white breasts were revealed, and dark pubic hair was faintly visible in the front of her white thong.
She looked around the room and came over to put her clothes on the sofa, but I didn't let her pass easily. I pulled her onto my lap, wrapped my right arm around her incredibly soft back, pressed my lips to her mouth which smelled of marijuana, and cupped her thigh with my left hand.
Yelena began to moan intermittently, almost inaudibly, as I kissed her deeply and lightly. My left hand began to slide up her thigh, snaked upwards, winding across her flat stomach, reaching between her breasts, bouncing left and right in a quick motion. Yelena's chest lifted up to meet my touch, but my hand then turned downwards, sliding over her lower abdomen, and at the fork in the road, abruptly changed direction, winding down along the inner thigh.
Reaching her slender feet, I circled back up the same path, leaping over the small stream in the center of the fork in the road, then turning down the inner thigh of the other side.
This happened twice; each time my fingers slid to the fork, Yelena groaned and arched her back to meet me, but each time I missed. Yelena's groans intensified, her tongue began to attack me in a passionate kiss, and her long legs involuntarily parted.
The third time, my hand hovered in mid-air over the black mounds covered by her thong. Her arched back met my fingers perfectly. I gently stroked the soft, hairy mounds, using my fingers to part the thin thong, and my entire palm probed into the moist, hot center of the fork.
By now, it was incredibly wet and slippery, my entire palm lubricated. I then explored the valley with my palm, and the foreign girl groaned and trembled, writhing back and forth.
My palm was completely immersed in the soft, thick, and smooth fluid, sliding up and down faster and faster in rhythm with the tongue battle during our sweet kiss. I could clearly feel that plump little bud dancing joyfully in the dew between my palms, slippery and impossible to catch. I increased the pace with pleasure, and soon Yelena's legs clamped tightly together, pinning my hand between them, unable to move. I stubbornly continued to move up and down in small, rapid motions for a while, until I heard Yelena gasp and moan. Her legs clamped even tighter, preventing my left hand from moving even slightly, and her hands gripped my arms to stop me.
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I knew she had reached the summit of the volcano.
Yelena and my intertwined tongues stopped moving. I gently kissed her lips, patted her round buttocks, and said, "Shall we take a shower?"
Yelena awoke from the post-orgasmic drowsiness, hugged me, and went into the bathroom.
I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, quickly stripped off my clothes, and went over.
The bathroom door was ajar. Yelena saw me and happily pulled me into the bathtub. We embraced completely naked, the showerhead spraying warm water over our heads. I squeezed some shower gel from the wall and applied it to her back to wash her, and she did the same to me. We washed each other like that, embracing.
Yelena had a slender waist and a smooth back. When I started washing her buttocks, I couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful figures of Europeans! Her buttocks, coated with shower gel, were as smooth and delicate as large pearls, their rounded curves and soft elasticity attracting my hands to wander over them repeatedly. Yelena tilted her head and kissed my lips, her hands also beginning to knead my buttocks.
Our fronts were pressed tightly together, and I was already fully aroused. My little guy had nowhere to go, so it naturally nestled between Yelena's legs. Yelena was a little shorter than me barefoot, but her vulva was higher than mine, so as if it were specially designed, the little guy comfortably found his home.
Yelena kissed me while squeezing out a large amount of bath gel and sprinkling it down the cleavage between our tightly pressed chests, moving her body from side to side. Our chests and lower abdomens were soon covered in the gel, and with each movement, the little guy's hiding place became incredibly slippery; it was hard to tell if it was bath gel or love juice. I enjoyed a wonderful bathing method I had never seen before.
Yelena's little rabbits slid and jumped happily against my chest. I tried to press them down with my chest, but as soon as I pressed on one side, they would dart to the other, impossible to catch.
I happily played the rabbit-catching game repeatedly, while the little guy hopped and leaped about in the cleavage with ease.
We were both intoxicated by this immense pleasure!

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