Every time I think of the period when the cherry blossoms, I remember my first real love.
I met her, the girl with red and curly hair, tall and slim, with a well-defined body, with round and firm buttocks and with big and heavy breasts.
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Her mysterious air made me lose myself near her presence. She was elegant, someone that made you fall in love with. I was in a famous park where cherries are blooming in May and the world comes to photograph the beauty of the flowers in the tree crowns. She asked me to take a picture of her. She was the only one on the alleys. I took a picture with her phone and I admired her for a few seconds, before I handed her over the phone.
– May I invite you for a coffee?
– I would be delighted! It’s a coffee shop nearby where I am used to go! We can warm ourselves up a bit.
Outside was not very warm yet, and it was almost evening, and the coolness was even greater. I walked beside her in our way to the coffee shop and we talked about things, nothing about us. I had never approached a woman, but it was the perfect timing. If she wouldn’t have asked me to take a picture, I would not be dared. While drinking the coffee we talked about the things we do daily, we tried to find out if we have common friends, things that we like and so on. After almost two hours, we were feeling that we known each other for a very long time. She was a very cheerful person, you could talk with her about anything and she was having a surprising maturity. She was seeming like an innocent teen that enjoyed the beautiful day of May, photographing herself to post pictures on Instagram. We parted in the parking lot next to the park, where we had both cars parked. I dared to ask for her phone number and I received it. When I arrived, I searched for her on Facebook by phone number and I found her. I was curious to see what she posted, how was her profile, and in which circles she spends her time. A good girl, with very few things exposed and without an endless list of “friends” that she would not even know. She was exactly my kind of woman I wanted next to me. I spent some time studying her profile carefully. I think I was in love with her already. I have never liked curled girls, but she had something special, something I can not explain. That night I fell asleep hardly. I could not wait for the next day to come and call her. I know that maybe I should have give her space, not to do things so fast, but I wanted to see her again. I went to work as usual and then in the evening I got my courage up to call her. Her voice was so tender and I lost a little. We just chatted about what we did on that day, I did not invite her to see me, although I wanted that. Her joy made my evening more beautiful. I thought of her, how should I do to have a good relationship with her.
The next few days I went to work, I had a lot to do and I did not have much time to think about her, but in 5 days I called her. I went out to a restaurant with some friends and I took her with me. She accepted without hesitation. It was a beautiful evening, everyone seemed to like her. You could not dislike her. I drove her home and dared to kiss her when she had to get out of my car. Her lips were so hot and fleshy, they were good to kiss. I was burning and I wanted more, but she was not that type of girl. She was a little bit shy due to the kiss and she told me that the next day she was waiting for me to have dinner together. I did not think I could hear that. I did not know if she was living with her parents, I did not know such details, but it didn’t matter. We were supposed to spend the evening together, and that was all that counted. The next night I was ready for dinner, with a box of chocolates in my hand and a bouquet of flowers. I parked the car and I tried to calm down, I was nervous. I knocked on the door and she opened, that gorgeous woman with her hair in a bun and with a soft dress over her knees, and a very pleasant smell was coming from the house. I was very hungry and I was curious what she cooked. She did not seem to know how to cook, but I ate the best steak with vegetables and the best chocolate cake. She opened up a bottle of wine, we cheered and we looked in each others eyes while we took a sip of wine. She was giving me goosebumps. Then she showed me the garden, even if the light was not enough behind the house where she had a small orchard. She was living alone, it was the house bought by her parents to live alone. She was part of a family with a very good financial condition, with good education. I was the same, so we were suitable. I left the glass on a table in the garden and I took her by the hand, pulling her to me and kissing her. Greyhounds were heard around us singing, and the air was passing through her hair. It smelled so good. After a few kisses she took my hand and we entered the house, beginning to take off my shirt, then my pants. I was feeling the strong desire to penetrate her. I started to touch her breasts through the dress, then I undressed her slightly shy. I took her to the bedroom she had already presented to me, and I began to caress her body. After a fairly long prelude, I deeply penetrated her from behind, grabbing her full breasts with both hands. She was moaning and grabbing the sheets with her hands. We made love only once, then I stayed in bed, caressing her. I wanted to make love with her all night, I would not have wanted to let her out of my arms. The window of the room was open and there was a wonderful scent of the cherry blossoms in the garden. After several hours with her, I went home. I did not want to stay overnight, even though she invited me. It did not seem right for me to do this because she was a super woman. I left by a taxi, leaving my car in front of her house because I drank alcohol. I got home happily, I took a shower and I called her to hear a little more of her lovely voice. I fell asleep gladly that that was happening to me.
The days beside her were more and more beautiful, we spent almost all our free time together, but there were moments when I was hanging out with the boys and she with the girls. I had that freedom I had never had in any other relationships and it was very good for both of us. Our relationship advanced and felt like I wanted to spend my life with her, to build a family. I waited for Christmas to come and I asked her to be my wife. Quite quickly, some would say, but it’s never too soon when things fit the way you want and there is love, respect, and you’re on the same page with your partner. Since then, when the cherries are growing, we always go to the alleys of the park where we met and we are happy to love each other.
