#3028: Vilnius, Lithuania
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Elena and Karisa have been in a long-distance relationship for years, but everything changes when they finally meet in person for the first time. What begins as nervous anticipation quickly ignites into a powerful and unforgettable experience of intimacy, passion, and love.
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I stood at the airport, my hands trembling and my feet cold. I never fully understood the saying about getting cold feet until that moment—but I wasn’t about to run. I had waited too long for this. There was no going back.
Karisa, my girlfriend, and I had met online years ago. She lived in London, while I had spent my entire life in Vilnius. The distance had always been a challenge. Neither of us had enough free time or funds to meet in person—until now. Ours had been a classic long-distance love affair, one that seemed designed by the universe to test our patience. But finally, she was coming to stay with me for a week, and I could barely contain myself.
Her plane had landed, and my anxiety was peaking. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind all at once. I stood near the terminal holding a bouquet of lilies—her favorite flowers—nervously scanning the crowd. I worried that I wouldn’t recognize her, or that something would go wrong. But I was wrong to worry. The moment I saw her, I knew.
We ran to each other like something out of a movie, and when we embraced, I felt her body shaking just like mine. The wait had been torturous—but it was finally over.
I handed her the flowers, forgetting all the beautiful things I’d rehearsed. My mind went blank, and all I could do was smile, probably looking ridiculous. Karisa, more composed, accepted the bouquet and said something sweet that made me blush. She looked exactly as she did in pictures and video calls—real, radiant, and breathtaking.
She took my hand and led me out of the airport. We ordered a taxi and sat together in the back seat, heading toward my apartment. I couldn’t stop looking at her, completely captivated. She noticed, of course, and placed a hand on my knee, brushing it softly with her thumb to calm me down.
As the car rolled through the city, I pointed out all my favorite places. I’ve always been passionate about my home. Lithuania might not get much attention, but to me, it was beautiful—its ocean, even when cold, its quirky architecture, and its kind, welcoming people. Karisa listened patiently, even though she’d heard it all before. If she was tired of it, she didn’t show it.
When we arrived at my apartment building—a modest place with yellow walls and a little garden out back—Karisa took it all in with wide eyes. Her admiration made me beam. I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, but I held back. Despite all the playful texts and video calls we’d shared, this was different. This was real. She’d just arrived. She might need time to settle. And I needed time to adjust to having her physically present.
Inside, I slipped into host mode—offering drinks and snacks. She declined them all. All she wanted was for me to sit beside her and talk. So I did, though I was nervous. We sat on the couch, our knees nearly touching. I shifted slightly, drawn to her without meaning to. She must have noticed, because she leaned in as well.
We looked at each other—first eyes, then lips. I hesitated. She did too. Then, with a playful smile, she leaned back. My heart sank a little. I thought I’d misread the moment. But she reached for her suitcase and said she had a gift for me—something I would love.
I watched as she pulled out a bag with a box inside. My curiosity grew. I loved thoughtful trinkets and sentimental surprises, and she knew that. But when I opened the box, my jaw dropped.
Inside was a leather harness and a deep purple dildo.
I stared at it, stunned, and looked up to find Karisa grinning with satisfaction. She explained that after everything we’d shared online—the fantasies, the teasing—she couldn’t show up empty-handed. She brought a toy to make our time together even better.
I was speechless. My cheeks flushed. I admitted that I had never used a strap-on before. Karisa smiled warmly and reassured me. She wanted to use it on me—to show me.
The idea sent a jolt through my body. I wanted her—desperately—but my nerves lingered. Sex over a screen was one thing. This was reality. What if I messed something up? But Karisa, calm and confident as always, told me that unless I ruined it on purpose, nothing I could do would be wrong.
With my face burning, I nodded and invited her to my bedroom. I thought we’d wait until later—maybe even the next day—but my desire wouldn’t let me. Neither would hers.
The moment we stepped into the room, we started kissing. Her tongue was demanding, her hands skilled. She undressed me with ease, while I fumbled through her clothes, shivering every time her skin was revealed. She was beautiful—flawless—and I could hardly believe I was allowed to touch her.
Soon, I was lying naked on the bed, watching her buckle the harness into place. The dildo sat perfectly between her legs. She joined me, and we kissed and touched until I could feel the pressure of the toy against my stomach. My back arched instinctively. I needed it. I needed her. But she wasn’t ready to give it just yet.
She teased me first—kissing my breasts, sucking them, making me moan. My pussy ached with need, slick with anticipation. I bucked my hips again, and finally, she gave me what I craved.
The tip slipped inside, stretching me. My walls clenched. I gasped and wrapped my legs around her, pulling her deeper. The toy filled me so perfectly, it left me shaking. My breathing turned ragged, and I held onto her tightly, needing more.
Karisa smiled down at me, thrusting with increasing rhythm, watching me come undone. I could feel the pleasure pulsing all the way to my toes. I never wanted it to end.
Eventually, she pulled out and lay back, asking me how it felt. But I didn’t want to answer—I wanted to return the favor.
I climbed between her legs and parted them. She asked for a moment to remove the harness, but I didn’t wait. Even with the dildo still on, coated in my juices, I found her pussy and began to lick. The silicone sometimes got in the way, but I didn’t care. Her moans made everything worth it.
I licked her slowly, then faster, sucking her clit, teasing her just right. Her pleasure became mine. I understood now why she was so eager to make me feel good—because seeing someone you love unravel beneath you is the greatest reward.
Her body trembled, her juices spilled onto the sheets, and I kept going until she cried out.
Afterward, we curled into each other, breathless and glowing. With soft kisses and gentle touches, we comforted one another.
I hadn’t expected it to be so perfect. So right.
But with Karisa, everything felt exactly as it should. In her arms, I had found love, safety, and a desire I never knew could burn so deeply.