We met here, on Amater, … ice cream woman.

“I really like your stories,” she wrote to me. “I want you to write about what we’ll experience together. And so that you have something to write about, I’m proposing a game for you, are you up for it?”

According to the nickname, a woman, Nitra region. 45 years old, single. No gallery, no posts. But there was something about her messages that caught my attention.

“Okay,” I wrote back. “What kind of experience do you want us to have?”

“Let’s play a game. Three nuts for Cinderella. You grant me three wishes and I’ll grant you three of yours. It could be anything. Sex, erotica, intimacy… anything.”

Then a tornado of fantasies spun in my head. All the possible and impossible wishes I’d ever had.

“Yes,” I replied.

We met at eight in the evening, in the parking lot. It was already dark everywhere and cold. She got into my car and we sat in the back.

… ice cream

She was different than I expected. Decent, decent. Suit, glasses, light makeup, just a decent lipstick on her lips. She looked like she had just left the office. She could have worked in the personnel department. Nothing provocative, nothing cheap. And that was what turned me on completely.

“Are you going first? Or should I go first?” she asked with a smile.

“You came up with it, go first. Ladies have priority. And I’m fucking curious.”

She blushed. “Okay… come here. I’ll whisper it to you. I’m afraid to say it out loud.”

I leaned over and for two minutes she whispered what she wanted to tell me. I thought I knew what might come, but I wasn’t prepared for this.

She took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and waited.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her cheek. Then another. Slow, hot, wet strokes with my tongue. I took her nose all the way into my mouth, licking, sucking, letting the saliva run down to her lips. I licked her like ice cream until she was covered in my saliva. Eyes, nose, cheeks, neck, ear. I sucked her ear all the way, biting it with my teeth and pushing my tongue in as if it were her pussy.

“Oh… God…” she sighed.

She was teasing her breasts with one hand through her unbuttoned blouse, massaging her pussy through her pants with the other. She was breathing heavily, sticking out her tongue and letting me rub my saliva on hers.

I started at the very bottom, at the tip of her chin. I slowly moved my tongue up, inch by inch, leaving a wet, hot trail behind me. I ran my tongue over her lips, over her nose to her forehead and up to her hair. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and she let me lick her whole delicious face.

I pushed the tip of her tongue into her nostril. First one, then the other. Perverse, strange, but incredibly erotic. And she was moaning more and more under me.

“Go on… go on… I’ll be right back,” she whispered, her cream eyes closed.

I rolled all over her. She grabbed my hand, shoved it into her pants, and pressed it against her hot, soaking pussy.

She was squirming so hard it sounded like she had had three orgasms. Without hesitation, I pushed three fingers into her at once. I had never seen a woman so open.

I licked her eyes gently, one at a time, the other, and she trembled with excitement. I threw myself on her neck right after. First I kissed it, then I bit and sucked the skin until it was clear that tomorrow she would have nipples all over her. She just smiled and whispered, “I don’t care, this is exactly what I want.”

I continued without stopping—from her ears all the way down to her collarbones. Once I ran the tip of her tongue over a pulsing vein, another time I pressed it deep enough to hurt. Her skin glistened with my saliva, her breathing quickened, and I felt that the more I took her body into my mouth, the more she gave herself up to me.

“Jesus!” she screamed as I began to pound my fingers up and down her pussy. I fingered her exactly as she needed.

In ten seconds, her pussy clenched around my fingers, shaking and squirting. The liquid soaked my hand, ran through my panties, through my pants, and soaked into the upholstery of the car. The back seat was all wet.

The car began to smell clean, salty, like sex. Her eyes opened, shining like stars. My hand was almost all inside her.

She looked at me, panting, sweaty, with tears in her eyes:

“Now it’s my turn. What do you want me to do for you?”

I smiled. Now it’s my turn and she’s sure to like this.