Lost in vibes

I travel quite a lot through European countries due to my professional status and partly due to my innate curiosity.I have always been an explorer, I delight in new visual images and diverse and exciting sensory experiences.

I will not make a self-characterization now because the goal is not to self-interpret myself.

I know who I am.Rather, I want to evoke the places and feelings experienced over time, to record them on digital paper, memories or rather infinite, virtual possibilities that betray reality, but in which they are still created.

I usually go to Estonia about 3-4 times a year, mostly on business.Tallinn has a special winter charm.The medieval city, with its thick walls and tall round towers, gives me the impression that I am in a time loop, far from everything that represents modernity, contemporaneity, and yet it is impossible not to notice how well the new blends withthe old in this corner of the world that is thousands of years old.The white of the snow, the ice blue of the sea

The Baltic Sea and the cold wind that furrows every pore of my face made me look for friendly refuges, various museums and welcoming taverns, hot food and pleasant people to talk to and face.

This winter, however, my trip had a different objective than the business one: Bon Jovi was coming and I really wanted to see them in concert.I went to concerts before then, but never alone.I always had either friends or a casual girlfriend to share my excitement and euphoria afterwards.

Now I told myself that I won’t miss the opportunity just because I don’t have concert partners and that, definitively, I go for my own fun and not to fulfill any social duty.

The evening of the concert was fast approaching.I was feeling pretty tired after a 2-hour flight and a 4-hour bus ride from Riga, but I still had time to take a little nap so that about an hour before the start of the concert I felt energetic and in-an extremely good mood thanks to some good friends, 2 glasses of Vana Tallin, a liquor you can only find in Estonia.

I decided to take the bus to the big arena because the public transport system works around the clock and, besides, I had never tried it before, every time I came I either walked or took a taxi.

The bus was not too crowded, a few passengers spread out here and there, a few were standing and I was trying to validate the ticket on the phone through a strange system of QR codes.Seeing that I’m not good with technology and especially the Estonian language, I looked for a little help.

A few steps away from me was a fairly tall girl, with straight brown hair, wearing a brown coat, not very long but long enough to go past her knees and with high boots on her feet.

I approach her and tell her, smiling a little sheepishly.

- Hello, I have a small problem.

-Do you think you can help me?

- It depends on what problem you have, he answered, taking his eyes off the phone and looking at me questioningly.

- I don’t know exactly how to validate this ticket.

- Ok, he said, give me the phone.

He takes my phone and solves the problem by shaking his hand a little.

- It seems you saved me from a fine. - For a little bit, he answered me, letting out, as if involuntarily, a small laugh.

Anyway, there aren’t really any controls at this time.

- Even so, I only like to break certain rules and going without a ticket is not one of them.it’s too cheap for me.I answer them in a joking tone.

- What rules do you like to break?

- I think that many of them cannot be described in words, but rather experienced.

Otherwise, all the charm of their transgression would be lost.Too much theory and too little practice lead to boredom.

In any case, tonight there won’t be time for such a thing, I tell him smiling.

- Um, why not? I smiled to myself, thinking that here, curiosity often beats shyness even in the Nordic countries.

- Because Bon Jovi will sing.

- Oh, so you’re going to the concert.

- Yes.

Are you going too?

- Yes.

- Well, then I don’t have to worry about where to get off.

We continued the discussion on various topics with little guilty jokes peppered in places.

I found out that her name is Inga, she is from Parnu and that she had moved to Tallinn two years ago to continue her university studies.

She was going to the concert with two other friends of hers and they were going to meet there.Looking at her better, I realized better her physique: she had big, round, light blue eyes, a small, straight nose and symmetrical lips, given a transparent lipstick

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I found her attractive, she had a beauty that you can’t consider sexy or vulgar, but rather natural and fresh.

We didn’t get to tell each other the story of our lives and, in fact, we didn’t even want to because we arrived quite quickly at Saku Suurhall, a kind of multipurpose hall where Bon Jovi was going to delight our senses with their music.

Inga met her friends and introduced me to them.

I felt good in her presence and I can say that she felt at least the same, because, at one point, I made a joke.I told him: - I should run backstage, Jon wants to see me before the concert.

She laughed and answered me:

- After you say hello, come back.You can find us here.

The concert started shortly after that.

An electrifying atmosphere, of pure frenzy, girls screaming, boys whistling and shouting, hands in the air and absolutely everyone dancing.

When it was her turn to hit It’s my life, the hall seemed to go crazy and, together with her, us too.Inga was standing in front of me, parallel to the stage and we were both singing the lines, looking at each other like some demented people, more screaming than singing with a big smile on our faces and a lot of desire in our blood.

The song was about to end when I approached her, looked deep into her eyes and kissed her long, holding her with both hands from behind the hips.

All the time it was as if she stopped in place, I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t see anything, I could only feel the pressure of her lips on mine, a wave of mixed emotions and sensations was rushing inside my body and I was savoring all this amalgam as you would savor athe last bottle of sweet wine.

There was no need for words because the actions spoke for themselves.Inga hugged me so that her hair emanated a subtle perfume of violets and musk.One by one, hits like - You give love a bad name’, Blaze of glory or Bed of roses brought our bodies closer and closer, the blood almost boiled, we danced, sang and lived the moment, and when Always calmed down a littlethe spirits, she whispered in my ear, actually she almost shouted at me I was at a rock concert after all.

“- I wish that this evening would not end!”Say no more!I wanted her as much as hell, I just couldn’t say the opposite.I looked into her eyes and didn’t say anything, I just flashed a partially mysterious and partially perverted smile. Ingai’s friends had been forgotten for a long time and, I think, they also realized that something was happening to their friend, because at one point they had become invisible.

I tell Ingai:

- That’s how you are, my friend, because they abandoned you.

- Well, I think you kidnapped me from them, he tells me, throwing me a small arrow of irony.

- Maybe you also contributed a little to your kidnapping, don’t you think?

- I only believe what I see.

- And I see that you feel good with me.

- Not as well as you think, at that moment I could read in her eyes a kind of wild instinct that I had not noticed before.

I didn’t say anything, I took her hand and we got into a taxi and in twenty minutes we were in my hotel room.We started kissing from the car (the taxi driver, I had seen out of the corner of my eye, was looking with a kind of greed and envy), feeling how the inner desire grows second by second.

Arriving in the room, still kissing and touching each other everywhere, we frantically undressed everything that didn’t matter at that moment: clothes, time, norms, rules, expectations, hopes.

Inga remained only in her underwear: it still disturbs me when I recall that bra with lace, semi-transparent and her round breasts, not very large, proliferating in relief and inviting you, as it were, to discover them in all their splendortheir.

The panties, also made of black lace, showed off her supple body and long, model-thin legs, and her white skin burned my lips every time I kissed her.We lay down on the bed and I started to caress her feminine side gently, while slowly biting her round nipples.

She slowly massaged my penis breathing heavily, jerkily, with her head thrown back.

A more adventurous finger was enough to cause a small moan and after we both tasted the appetizer, I sat on my elbows, on top of her, ready for both of us to enjoy the main course.

I lingered a little at the entrance, playing a little with her patience until, unable to endure anymore, she asked me

- Possess me!

I penetrated her easily, but deeply, the moment when a pleasant warmth and a sensation bordering on madness engulfed us both, leaving us prey to ecstasy and pleasure.

She was moaning, breathing hard and wrapping her legs and arms around me.I couldn’t think of anything at that moment.My first soldier enters rhythmically, tensely, into the fire, each time with even more vigor.

However, the other soldiers were a bit tired of all the tension, so I propose to change their position.

Inga climbs on top of me, takes the soldier in my hand, pecks him a little with those sensual lips and then skilfully introduces him into the fire.

It was as if all my sense of touch had retreated to one place, in my comrade from below who was receiving his much-desired savarina.

I was looking at Inga’s body embedded in me as it rippled and at her breasts so round and excited that I pulled her hair a little to bring her body closer to me.

This thing excited her even more, I was enjoying the taste of the two roses, she moved faster and more violently until her body kept shaking, she let out a long scream and I felt everything contract

around me, the pressure exceeded all limits, my muscle tensed to the maximum and an unreal explosion of pleasure flooded my body.

Exhausted, ecstatic, we sat next to each other.A good few minutes passed, during which a pleasant discomfort overwhelmed us.

Finally, he tells me, smiling:

- Honestly, I did not imagine that this night would end like this.

- Maybe sometimes life beats the movie.

I feel like this was one of those times.

We both fell asleep, without worries and without thoughts, just like in a dream.