There were not many weeks left until I turned forty when I met Monika, about whom I will write in this erotic story.

At that time, before turning forty, I felt at my full potential and, unlike many of my peers and even younger people, I did not complain about getting older. The phrase ‘I’m too old for this’ did not and does not have a place in my vocabulary. I am more of the opposite case: I need to grow up, or at least find a goal in life. For a while, my goal was Monika, or maybe it was just me and her thinking that we had a common goal… Well, and now I will tell you about our beginning.

How old was Monika then? Twenty-three, if I remember correctly. She studied at the pedagogical faculty of an unnamed university and paid for a student apartment with her friends. She rarely went home, because she also worked in the same unnamed city where she studied. Well, we met through work, because she worked in a bar and I've been sweeping bars since I've had stubble on my chin and cheeks (so since I was about sixteen).

At that time, I went to the bar where she started working several times a week. I knew everyone there and everyone knew me. I experienced great, wild parties there, but also quiet evenings with good conversation over a drink. It was known that I was a womanizer and girls were somehow drawn to me. I never bothered them and never imposed myself. They came alone and they said they felt good in my presence. Over time, a few people started calling me bodyguard, and my character and figure and overall manly appearance probably corresponded to that.

Monika was drawn to me from the moment our eyes first met. It worked both ways and the more time we spent next to each other in the same area of ​​the bar, the more things sparked between us. She liked my sarcastic sense of humor and also the fact that I had already done something and that I was a piece of cake. And why did Monika like me? Because she had beautiful eyes and a cute face. She had freckles on her cheeks and her hair was thick and hazel brown. She could boast sexy feminine curves, an hourglass figure. She could also be funny and had a pretty good overview of everything for her age. But what really attracted me was her smile — I will never forget it.

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Our first time happened about three weeks after we met. I admit that I had planned it quite a bit. I knew that she would be finishing her shift on Friday and that she would have a free weekend, which was a rarity for Monika, which I planned to take advantage of…

I arrived at the bar late on Friday, before midnight. Most people were already drunk and Monika was not 100% sober either. Anyway, the party was in full swing and I naturally joined in. First, I greeted and hugged everyone present, who had missed me until I arrived. At the end, I got a friendly hug from Monika.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. When I bent down to her neck, my face was full of her beautiful, thick hair. She smelled wonderful and I breathed on her neck. We only held each other like that for a moment—just long enough for me to inhale her scent and whisper to her that she looked like the goddess of all bartenders and the patron saint of all drunks today.

She laughed at that and poured me a double whiskey, even though I only wanted a third of a bottle of beer to get me started. My order came after I had finished my whiskey. As Monika handed me the bottle, she leaned forward and squeezed her breasts between my arms, making my jeans feel somehow tighter. She opened my beer for me and winked like the sexiest sailor. “We’re having fun today, cowboy,” she said sweetly, blew me a kiss, and turned her back on me so she could prepare another order. If you could see her beautiful, round ass… oh yeah.

The evening was going great and my late start gave me an advantage now. Most people left around three o’clock and by four in the morning it was just me, Monika and a guy named Karlos who I had to call a taxi for and put in the car. When I came back the techno was no longer blaring from the speakers but some sad French song was playing. I couldn’t see Monika anywhere. The bar was filled with smoke and there was glass everywhere – some empty, some almost empty, some broken.

I slowly entered the area where only the staff could enter and where you entered from the bar counter. I stopped in the doorway and was speechless.

Monika stood with her back to me. She had all her clothes and shoes under her feet. She was naked and swaying slowly to the rhythm of the sad song. Her hands were at her head and her fingers were picking up strands of her hair. She was slowly moving her hips and perhaps even singing quietly. I stood there watching her. I leaned against the door frame and told myself that this was a sight I never wanted to forget.

When she looked back over her shoulder, she looked almost timid for a moment. Her expression soon turned into a joyful mask and her smile told me to come closer.

I threw off my leather jacket and grabbed Monika by the waist. I picked her up, which startled her with laughter. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and I carried her to the bar. I finally held her divine ass!

We kissed for the first time. Not as friends, but as lovers who want each other hard and bad. After a few minutes, I lifted her up a little and started kissing her neck and behind her ear. When she started to moan, I brought my fingers closer to her pussy and stroked her. It sparked between us so much that my fingers slid into Monica on their own. We enjoyed ourselves standing for a few more minutes, but I wanted more. I grabbed her with one hand and released the other.

With a sharp movement of my hand, I swept the table and threw everything on it aside. “Dude!” she cried out in surprise and immediately started laughing — that was when all the glass cracked and shattered into shards.

I laid her on her back and leaned over her with my strong arms with such force that the wood of the table groaned. She watched me with those beautiful peepers, her mouth slightly open in anticipation.

I played with her breasts with my tongue and lips, but I noticed that it wasn’t doing much for her anymore. So I kissed her on her stomach and thighs, stroking her sweet, wet pussy with my hand. Then I knelt down and enjoyed her with my mouth. At first slowly, forcefully. Then increasingly impudently, roughly, quickly. I licked her with such excitement and it charged me so much that I gave one of the best oral performances that evening (or rather morning).

Monika had such a strong orgasm that she pushed me away with force when she couldn't take it anymore. Her stomach was contracting in spasms, her knees were shaking and she was breathing deeply. Her eyes were still a little wide when she said: "What the hell was that?"

I smiled and kissed her. I caressed her beautiful body for a while. I kissed her skin and stroked her with my fingers. She held my hair and shoulders. She wanted me to kiss her really hard and I was happy to do it. I fondled her for a few more minutes, when she had recovered enough to start getting into my pants.

But I had other plans. I wanted to show her that she would want to try a few more things with me, that this wasn’t just one night, one fling — that this was just the beginning, that she and I would have so much sex that she would never forget it.

Yeah, that’s my style.

I slowly slid my index and middle fingers inside her. It didn’t take me a minute to find the exact G-spot. I clenched my muscles until the veins on my forearm and the back of my hand stood out. No kidding: in a few seconds I had fingered Monica to such an orgasm that her eyes were wide open and she was just staring at how sweetly she was squirting and that her body was even capable of something like that.

I was pleased with myself and I knew that her pussy needed me to kiss it as much as possible. Monika never had anyone better than me — we both knew it and didn't have to say it, she revealed it with her reactions and body language.
Well, that's how life goes, there's always someone better. Right now it was me. After years, someone else must have appeared.

"Shouldn't I at least blow you?" she asked cutely, when she was finally able to think and speak again. "This thing I had with you, that... I — I don't really know what I would..."

By that time I had found a broom and was sweeping, it might have been five in the morning, maybe more. "That's fine, don't say anything," I smiled. "Don't you want to go sleep over at my place?" I asked. "We'll wake up at three in the afternoon, order a very late breakfast, fuck together until the evening, when we'll go to the party..." I winked at her. "Hm?"

She didn't hesitate for a moment. “Okay, but you’ll let me suck your dick, I’m good at that!” she said, acting out of turn, and I had to laugh.

“Agreed.”

Monika reached for a cigarette from the table and lit up, still naked and wet. The music wasn’t playing, I was pulling the trigger.

Suddenly the door opened and a drunk stuck his head in. “He’ll pour—”

He wanted to ask if he could get another drink, but when he saw the scene inside, he stood there with his mouth open in the doorway and I swear that in his state and at the sight of a naked Monika, he started to drool.

“Closed!” we both shouted and the uninvited visitor fell backwards into the street.

Then Monika and I laughed about how we hadn’t thought to lock it. We cleaned everything up together, then I ordered a car and we drove to my place, where we continued, just as I told her.

I spent three more beautiful months with that girl and we parted ways on good terms. We still write to each other sometimes, but rarely… Life goes on and I’m not the type to live only on memories. Monika isn’t that type either.

Maybe next time I’ll talk to you, bye!