Hannah I [MF]

Hannah - My first love?

Yes, she definitely was. I still remember the first time I saw her. It was summer, August. I was in the family's summer apartment, making a sandwich for dinner, when suddenly the intercom rang. It was my friend Sergi.

"Come downstairs, it's Carlos, Hannah, and I, and we're going to get some mojitos"

At the time, I didn't really listen to what he said, but today I know that was the first time I heard her name. I wasn't really in the mood, but I didn't have anything better to do. I finished my ham and cheese sandwich and went downstairs.

There they were: Sergi, Carlos, and a girl in a black dress with a full skirt. "This is Hannah," said Carlos. Again, I didn't register the name. I walked over to her, placed my hand on her waist, and kissed her twice.

"Hi, I'm (me)" She didn't say a word. She just froze, as if caught off guard by what I'd just done. Seeing her reaction, and noticing my two friends also stiffening a little, was when her name finally sank in. I guessed she wasn't Spanish and, because of that cultural difference, was shocked by my two-kiss greeting.

We didn't say much else and started walking toward those mojitos. Sergi and I walked a few steps ahead of Hannah and Carlos, who I could hear stumbling through English, adding gestures and the occasional bit of Spanglish.

Sergi told me Hannah was Felix's little sister, a German guy who used to visit the apartments with his family some summers. He also told me Felix didn't speak any Spanish and his family had asked him to "take care" of her for the two weeks they were there. So Sergi planned to call Felix every day and invite Hannah to any plans that popped up.

We had our mojitos, and I don't remember exactly how the conversation drifted, but we were joking about how ridiculous some people look when they wink. Everyone was winking at each other when it was my turn. Then I winked at Hannah. "Wow, you look so cool"

I heard her voice for the first time all night. It was the first time our eyes truly connected, and this time, I was the one fascinated. Hannah seemed stunning to me. Pale skin, long brown hair with diagonal bangs covering half her eyebrows, dark green slanted eyes, and thin lips. But what struck me most were two things:

First, her voice. Fuck, I get goosebumps every time I think about that moment. She had an incredibly sensual voice, maybe because she spoke English, but when I heard her, something inside me clicked.

And then, her gaze. Her eyes were affiliated, feline, sexy, sensual… slutty. Sometimes you make snap judgments from a glance, most of them wrong. But years later, when my friend Miguel and I visited Frankfurt and ran into Hannah for a couple of days, I asked Miguel, "After hearing me talk about her so much, what do you think?" He said, "Well, she has a slutty look, right?"

The night didn't last much longer. We finished our mojitos, the conversation drifting from topic to topic, mixed with laughter and jokes. But I was somewhere else, I couldn't stop looking at her, analyzing every gesture, every word, every smile, every laugh. And during those moments, I realized she was also watching me; there was a connection.

A few days passed and I didn't see Hannah again. Not sure if our plans just didn't match, but I wasn't looking for her either. Then, one day at 4 a.m., a text woke me up. "Please, I need you. Can you come down now?"

I knew it was her. I was surprised she had my number since I'd never given it to her, but I threw on the first clothes I found and, trying not to wake my family, slipped out.

Downstairs, she was there waiting. Barefoot, wearing short Lilo and Stitch pajamas. That's when I really noticed her body. Thin, white legs matching her pale skin, ending in a small, perky ass. Her pajamas revealed her nipples, I guess from the cold summer night. I could see she had small breasts. Honestly, I hadn't thought she had an explosive body, but that slim, delicate frame stood in stark contrast to her face, to her gaze, to her slutty gaze.

When she saw me, she jumped up and hugged me, her head resting on my chest. I'm 1'92m, so that's usually what happens when a girl like her hugs me. I figured she must be about 1'60m.

We sat on a bench, and when I looked at her face, I saw glassy green eyes, she'd been crying. She told me she'd argued with her family; they wanted to go back to Germany, but she wanted to stay longer.

"So why don't you want to come back?" She looked me in the eyes and said nothing, but I understood, and I smiled.

When she calmed down, we decided to walk along the beach while talking. Well, we didn't talk much, but it felt unnecessary, she understood me and I understood her.

After a few minutes, she said, "I'm going to jump in." Before I could say anything, she let go of my hand and walked fully clothed into the sea. "Come on, you jump in too" Truth was, I didn't want to, especially with clothes on. But as I started undressing, I watched her splash and play in the water.

Fuck, her wet pajamas were completely transparent. I could see her tits perfectly. The urge to bite them hit me hard.

The worst was when she turned her back. Her bottom half was also see-through. I saw a black string thong, wedged between her ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe what was happening. It was nearly 5 a.m., and there I was, with an almost naked German girl in the sea, inviting me in.

I took off my clothes without missing a second of the view, ending up in just my underwear. That's when I realized my cock was rock hard.

"Shit, how embarrassing. What will she think? She just opened up about her family problems, and I'm like this," I thought.

Apparently, Hannah had no patience. Tired of waiting, she came over and started throwing water at me, laughing as she soaked me.

"Are you crazy or what?" Honestly, I was pissed she'd got me wet, and I felt tired, ready to head home.

"I'm going home" I grabbed my clothes and started back in just my underwear, wet clothes in hand. Almost at the building entrance, I heard someone shouting behind me.

It was her, running soaked toward me. She lunged at me and hugged me again. "I'm so sorry, please don't go. I need you."

At that moment, all my anger vanished. I dropped my clothes and hugged her back. I could feel her hard nipples pressed against my stomach, and I started getting hard again. She looked up at me and once again, I was stunned. Her hair was slicked back, eyes greener than ever.

"She looks like a mermaid," I thought. And that look was back, that slutty look, making my cock press hard against her.

Then we kissed. I'd never felt a kiss like that: delicate, tender, yet burning and powerful. It was the best kiss she'd ever given me. Our tongues met, sending shivers through me as they played shyly but passionately.

I couldn't hold back. I leaned in and bit her neck, and she sighed. With my left hand, I started touching her breast through the wet clothes, feeling her hard nipple between my fingertips while she grabbed my hair and panted in my ear.

Before I knew it, Hannah's hand moved to my package, rubbing my cock through my underwear. We were both untied, and I stopped abruptly, signaling her to come inside the entrance so no one would see us.

We stepped inside and, through a huge mirror, I looked into her eyes and saw her bite her lip. Her look said: fuck me right here. I put my hand on her neck and kissed her again, this time with more desire.

She went straight for my cock, this time under my underwear. She looked into my eyes, bent down, took my cock out, and started sucking.

Fuck, I couldn't believe it. I looked in the mirror, there I was, standing with my cock hard, and Hannah, barefoot on her knees, sucking me off. Our eyes met through the glass, and she winked, then tried to take all of me in her mouth.

I felt the tip hit her throat and she gagged slightly. She pulled out with a "plop!" from the suction, looked at me again in the mirror, and smiled. Immediately afterward, she took me back into her mouth, faster this time, her hand moving in perfect rhythm to match her lips. The sight was overwhelming, too much for any mortal to bear. I glanced to the side and caught myself in third person through the mirror: Hannah, relentless and hungry, sucking me off without pause.

I looked down and saw her head bobbing back and forth, every movement sending waves of fire through me. At the same time, I was acutely aware of her tongue's delicate, teasing strokes below. It was unbearable, I was already on the edge. "Hannah, I'm going to come," I warned, voice strained.

Without breaking eye contact, she slid her pajama top off her shoulders, revealing her breasts in the mirror's reflection. The sight pushed me even closer to the brink.

Then, I felt it, the tension building inside me snapped. I tensed, and my body convulsed as I spilled into her mouth. I bit my hand to stifle the scream threatening to escape.

But Hannah didn't stop. She kept sucking, slow and sure, draining every last drop, refusing to relent. Bit by bit, her rhythm softened until I was spent.

Finally, she pulled back and stood, her eyes locking onto mine with that wicked, sultry look only she could give. She opened her mouth wide, wordlessly showing me how perfectly she'd swallowed every drop.

Then, turning to the mirror, she rested both hands on the glass and arched her back, offering me her ass as if inviting me to take her again. Her hair cascaded to one side as she glanced back over her shoulder, searching my eyes, silent and daring, as if to say, What are you waiting for?

Her pants hadn't even come off. They hung loose and soaked, and with a casual push of her hand, she slid them aside, revealing her glistening pussy for the first time.

I was still rock hard, desperate and aching. Without hesitation, I stepped forward until the tip of my cock brushed against her wet folds. We both sighed at the exquisite friction, a quiet moment suspended in time, like a secret I wished I could capture forever.

I gripped her firmly at the base, ready to enter her... Then a sharp scream pierced the air:

"Hannah! Hannah!" Startled, I looked around, unsure where the call came from.

But Hannah moved. She pushed her ass back, sliding me inside her with a shiver.

"Is something wrong?" she asked softly. "I think someone's calling you" Again, louder this time: "Hannah! Hannah!" And then a few urgent words in German.

Her expression changed in an instant. She pulled me free, hastily pulled up her bikini top, and fled through the doorway.

"I'm sorry... my family..." she whispered over her shoulder before disappearing.

I stood there, my underwear around my ankles, my cock still painfully hard. Looking into the mirror, I couldn't quite process what had just happened.

I gathered my clothes and left, my mind racing with memories from that night, breathless and overwhelmed. Back home, I relived every detail: how she'd taken me, how I was about to fuck her right there, bareback, in that doorway. The craving overwhelmed me again, and I gave in to a few desperate strokes in my cock.

I came hard, finally releasing some of the tension.

Lying there, somewhat calm but still aching for more, I thought: this girl was something special. She drove me crazy in ways I hadn't known possible.

Before drifting off, I texted her: "Count on me for whatever you need. Good night." The next morning, I woke, wondering if it had all been a dream. Then I saw her message: "You've been great. I'm on my way to Germany. I'm so sorry. I love you."

My heart froze. I couldn't believe at that moment I wouldn't see her again. Sadness flooded me, her face, her voice, her body, that moment we'd shared, all came rushing back. Through tears, I replied: "I love you too."