Koleżanka wpadła na loda Fajnykochanek
Koleżanka wpadła na loda Fajnykochanek
The sun was beating down on the bustling streets of Warsaw as Ania made her way home from her morning classes. Her mind was preoccupied, thoughts swirling around the upcoming exam in her law course that had been causing her no small amount of stress lately. Lost in thought, she almost didn’t notice the strange figure leaning against a lamppost on the corner, until a gruff voice called out to her.
“Panie!(points at her)” Stop! Let’s chat awhile.”
Ania blinked, startled out of her reverie. She took in the man’s appearance – slightly unkempt beard, tattered clothing, and an air of desperation that seemed to cling to him. Her first instinct was to keep walking, but something in his eyes made her hesitate. Against her better judgment, she stepped closer.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, trying to keep the wariness out of her voice.
The man’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, that depends. Can you part with a few zloty? I’ll swap you for, mmm.” He fished something out of his pocket and held it out to her.
Ania took a closer look and nearly gasped out loud. It was a DVD, with the lurid title “Fajnykochanek” scrawled across the front in bold letters. An image of a voluptuous woman wrapped around a well-muscled man was plastered across the cover, their bodies entwined in a most compromising position.
Her incredulous gaze darted up to meet the man’s leering grin. “Are you serious?” she sputtered. “I’m not buying that trash!”
He shrugged, undeterred. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, toots. It’s a bestseller for a reason. These young bucks can really make a woman squeal.” He licked his lips suggestively.
Ania’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and outrage. As tempting as it was to slap the offending item out of his hand, she found herself undeniably intrigued. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d allowed herself to surrender to pure carnal pleasure. Medical school and law courses had left little time or energy for any outside interests, let alone a fulfilling intimate life. Perhaps this was exactly what she needed to take the edge off her stress.
She snatched the DVD out of his hand. “Alright, fine. How much?”
He named a price that made her wince, but some Devil must have been riding her because she fished the money out of her purse and shoved it into his grubby palm. The man grinned, pocketing the cash.
“Wise investment, panna. You won’t regret it. And you can always track me down if you want more.” He winked suggestively and melted back into the crowded street, leaving Ania standing there with the incriminating item clutched to her chest.
Back in her small, sparsely furnished apartment, Ania collapsed onto her sagging couch. The DVD lay forgotten on the coffee table as she massaged her throbbing temples, cursing her moment of weakness. What was she going to do with it? Find some hours between her internship and research papers to whip out her vibrator and get off to a cheap adult film?
Despite herself, her mind conjured up an image from the cover of the DVD – she saw herself bent over a table, skirt hiked up, while a man drove into her from behind, grabbing her hips and pounding away. She felt her face heat up, a familiar ache of desire beginning to stir between her legs. She squirmed on the couch, unconsciously pressing her thighs together as her imagination went into overdrive.
Suddenly, she couldn’t get the cover image out of her head. She snatched up the DVD and jacked it into the player, settling back to watch with bated breath. The movie was just as lurid and explicit as she had imagined, complete with moaning sounds and the wet, obscene squelching of flesh slapping together. Ania couldn’t quite pinpoint what captured her so completely – was it the raw carnality of it all, the sight of writhing, sweating bodies and contorted faces? Or was it more about the idea of strangers capturing the most intimate and primal moments of passion on film for all the world to witness?
She was so absorbed that she failed to notice how far she had hiked up her skirt or how she had begun rubbing herself through her panties, the thin material already soaked through with her arousal. It wasn’t until a particularly graphic close-up of the movie’s lead male that Ania realized she was sitting in her living room fondling herself.
A wave of shame washed over her, but it wasn’t strong enough to make her stop. She slid one hand under her skirt to shove her sodden panties aside, plunging two fingers into her dripping pussy as she met the actor’s cocky gaze. She pretended that lewd look was meant for her as she began to pump her slick fingers in and out, in perfect time with the actor’s deep, pounding thrusts.
Lost in the throes of passion, Ania barely registered when the DVD ended and reset to the beginning. It just looped, going again and again, driving her towards a mind-shattering climax. In the end, she had to tear herself away before she came too hard and lost control completely.
In the aftermath of her explosive orgasm, Ania lay unmoving, her body still twitching from the force of it. She couldn’t believe she’d done something so reckless and without thought. If her neighbor had happened to walk by and noted the sounds coming through her thin walls, she might have lost her academic reputation in an instant.
A breathless laugh bubbled up in her throat at the irony – her wildest sexual exploits to date had revolved around a shady street vendor and a cheesy Polish porno. Who knew that was all it would take for her to break out of her scholarly shell?
She got to her feet, feeling deliciously dizzy and disheveled. In her state of post-coital haze, the movie didn’t seem so seedy anymore. It was just a tool to help her unwind – like a romance novel, but ten times more intense. And far more…satisfying, if her soaked panties were any indication.
Ania made a mental note to look for the porno peddler again next time she had a free evening. She had a feeling their professional relationship was going to be money well spent.
