The sun was high, a warm breeze caressed his face with its light gusts. The mood is nowhere better! Tomorrow will be Saturday, and today I took leave early. I wanted to enjoy the last velvety days of the passing season to the fullest ... Due to the constant change of circumstances, the reasons for which only God knows, my personal life did not want to get better.
Therefore, the prospect of sitting down somewhere in a quiet shady square with a glass of vanilla ice cream and thinking about life seemed just great. I just sat and silently ate the white, cold, sweet mass. On the third glass of ice cream, I noticed that someone was looking at me.
The woman sitting opposite, ironically watched me through rose-colored glasses in an elegant frame. Her gaze was slightly embarrassing, and I could think of nothing else but to offer her a glass.
- Want to?
- Well, if it saves you from a sore throat ... - she half-rose, holding her purse, and accepted it. - Thank you!
- My pleasure! I still have. I don't have angina.
- Why so?
I don't know, I'm used to it. I eat ice cream every day.
“Are you always so friendly?”
- Almost always, but what?
- Just when you buy ice cream, you say: "All the best!"
- How do you know!?
- Do you buy it at the bus stop?
- Yes, there. Handy when you're on your way home from work. And yet...
- I work there - she dispelled my doubts.
- It's clear! What are you doing here?
- This is the schedule. - She shrugged her shoulders - Two days there, two here. Today you also bought from me.
- Interesting…. And I have already seen you several times.
- I live across the street from the bus stop. Here, in the nine-story building.
- And I'm in the yards, next to the college. Very near!
- Well, then we are on the way! I see the ice cream is over ... you can go home.
- Maybe some more?
- No no. Dismiss! I don't really like him at all. Usually a bottle of red wine stretched out over a week helps better…
While we were walking home, I found out that Anna Sergeevna lived alone. She was not lucky with her husband, and therefore her son lives with his father. He quickly married and took him to him. But she has ceased to be upset about this. She looked to be about thirty-five. Slightly above average height. Blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, blond hair, but not dyed. A pleasant soft voice, a modest smile and not flashy makeup on his face. She was wearing a light, knitted blouse and a knee-length skirt. She also wore beads and a wooden bracelet.
She had a proud posture, a high bust, waist and wide, rounded hips.
But the legs are slender, albeit a little plump.
In addition, she had a charm that, combined with the smell of her perfume, was simply intoxicating.
We talked for a long time and interestingly about different things. On the way we bought a couple of bottles of Moldovan wine and drained one in the park. Then we went to the store and were loaded with products in order. A woman rarely misses the opportunity to use male power. So, with a bunch of heavy bags, we got to her house.
- Are you in a hurry? Anna asked.
- No, in general. Mine are in the country.
- Well, then help me drag it all upstairs, and I'll treat you to a delicious dinner.
- No problem!
She lived on the ninth floor and the elevator, of course, did not work. The wine gradually hit his head. And still hot and stuffy. Finally, having overcome the rise, Anna unlocked the door of her lorry and let me go ahead with the bags. Then she went herself, slammed the door, and hurried to open the windows. A cool evening breeze blew into the room.
- So! It will take about twenty minutes while I cook. You can take a shower. Of course if you want.
- Well, I do not know…
- Do not be shy. The towel is there. In a locker.
- Yeah. Thank you.
The shower took ten minutes. An appetizing smell was already hovering around the apartment, it remains to wait a bit.
- There's a sofa in the room, move the table and sit down.
I did so. But apparently wine, coolness and a relaxing shower did their job. I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark. The table had already been laid, but Anna Sergeevna was not around. There was no light in the apartment, only light came from under the bathroom door. While I stretched and rubbed my eyes, Anna finished her business and opened the door. She wiped the misted mirror and combed her damp hair. The light enveloped her softly, picking out curious details. As she lingered in the opening, peering into the darkness, the silhouette of her body clearly showed through the fabric of the lace shirt. Rounded smooth outlines made her surprisingly feminine.
Her hips no longer seemed so wide. Between them lay the spacious well-groomed plain of her bosom. It looked big. Really big! This got me really excited. The drowsiness vanished in an instant, replaced by an agonizing languor. I suddenly wanted to touch her flesh, feel her warmth with my fingertips.
It seems that I began to understand the difference between a mature charming woman and an indifferent, narcissistic girl.
Anna turned on the light in the hallway.
- Awoke? Well, you sleep much!
- What time is it now?
- First. I'll lay your bed on the floor.
- Yes, in general, it's not too late ...
- Come on. Keep a lonely woman company.
- Aren't you afraid to leave a stranger for the night?
- You something? No! And then, we know each other! I lost my girlish honor a long time ago, and if anything from junk disappears in the morning, I’ll only say thank you.
We laughed merrily, and Anna Sergeevna began to make the bed. She looked at me strangely, with resentment. Then after a while she asked:
- Tell me, how old are you?
- Twenty-five recently. Old at all.
- What? Salaga you are still!
- And you?
- Well, to be completely honest, then ... almost thirty-five.
- Just!? Is it so important?
- Well, for a woman - yes ... Okay! Let's sleep. To work tomorrow. I'll just take it off the table.
Tomorrow is actually Saturday...
- Yes? Listen, I'm completely screwed!
I got up to let her over to the table. And in slipping touched her knee with his hand. She winced, but said nothing. Her hair smelled like flower shampoo. Warmth and purity radiated from her body. So close to me...
Ten minutes later, we had already turned off the light and lay down. She's on the couch, I'm on the floor next to her. Soon my eyes adjusted to the gloom. The light was on in the bathroom, the door was ajar.
- Anna, - I whispered - you have a light on in the bathroom.
- I know, I always turn it on at night. I can't buy a night light. I forget.
- A, clear…
For the next hour and a half, I tried in vain to sleep. I have been sleeping on the floor for a long time, but today was terribly uncomfortable. I breathed calmly and evenly, trying not to move. A woman a meter away from me was also snoring measuredly, lying with her back to me. The sheet had long since slipped off the bed and opened it for viewing. My heart skipped a beat at the crazy thought. I moved the pillow noiselessly to the other side of the bed, propped myself up on my elbow and cautiously looked under my shirt. The light fell well, but nothing could be seen because of the shadow. Her legs were bent at the knees, and the object of my attention was almost in plain sight. With trembling fingers, I carefully pushed back the lace border. She didn't seem to feel it. Her buttocks slightly covered her vulva, underwear ... was not!
I moved closer to take a closer look. Excitement grew in waves.
Small curls of blond hair hid under a passage into the depths of her body. Forgetting caution, I smoothly pressed my finger into her flesh. He gently sank in without encountering any resistance. I repeated the movement again and again. For now, with two fingers, I felt her hot, wet cavity. They easily slid into her flesh, leaving some of her moisture on the hairs.
Anna breathed quickly and irregularly. She suddenly grabbed my arm and sat abruptly on the couch.
Silently she got up and excitedly pulled her shirt.
- You! You ... - she hid her eyes, not knowing what else to say. Then suddenly she burst into tears and, pushing me away, went to the bathroom. I felt terribly uncomfortable. I wanted to explain myself, but I couldn't find the words.
She sobbed over the washbasin, trying to wash away her tears, but only rubbed her eyes. I walked over, blotted her face with a towel and hugged her. She weakly tried to break free, but then calmed down.
We stood in silence for a while. Her legs began to buckle, and I carried her back to the couch.
- Do you need it? - Anya asked quietly, - I'm ten years older than you. This is unnatural...
Her soft voice said everything for her. In the twilight of the room, I found her lips and greedily bit into them. Gently kissing, caressing, penetrating the tip of her tongue into her neat mouth, I waited for an answer.
She began timidly, then boldly. Then my lips became even softer, and now she greedily bit into me. Her breath hitched, it was hot, uneven. Her breasts filled up, her nipples hardened and rested against the thin fabric. When I touched the elastic chest, Anna shuddered again, her breath caught for a moment. Her body instantly responded to any touch. She silently sniffed, slowly wriggled and squeezed her knees. I covered her chin, tender neck, shoulders with kisses. The chemise slid off her hard buds without difficulty. They were tough, hot and salty. Slightly pointed, they easily entered my mouth, and I drew in the small breasts almost completely. First one, then another. And then Anya arched her back, obeying the desire to prolong her sensations longer. Beads of sweat covered her all over, and her delicate skin gleamed in the dim moonlight.
I felt her hips from the knee to the buttocks, the buttocks themselves and squeezed them slightly. Continuing to suck on her breasts, I smoothly moved my fingers to the bottom of her abdomen, slid over the soft vegetation of the pubis. His hand rested comfortably on her crotch, despite her shifted knees. However, they immediately opened, giving my hand complete freedom. Penetrating into the flesh of her womb, I suddenly thought for a moment that I could not satisfy this woman. But Anna's oozing essence swallowed up my thoughts along with my fingers. An unforgettable feeling...
My arousal has entered a new stage. Her eyes were closed and she didn't see what exactly I was doing. She was deep in herself, in sweet bliss. I quietly slid down, closer to the rounded tummy and put my hands under her knees. Before Anna realized anything, I furrowed her plump lips with my tongue and pushed it far into the ripe, velvety fruit. Her thighs gripped my head sharply, and her flesh swallowed up half of my face. Her hot lips slid down my cheeks. She just oozes moisture. Slippery buttocks rhythmically squeezed his chin. My tongue invaded her insides with force. But her muscles, clenching tightly, pushed him back. Every now and again. My heart just went crazy. Swimming trunks were cracking at the seams. Without stopping caressing, I pulled them off and threw them aside. I felt pain as my hardened cock was released. The head was ready to burst from the tension. Carefully, I spread Anya's legs apart and looked down. I have never seen my cock so big. A new wave of adrenaline swept through my body.
Pursuing her neat breasts, I fell on top, lifting her legs. Penis slid down her wet crotch and froze, burying his head in the open vagina. I smoothly ran it several times along the entrance, to the left, to the right, a little deeper, and again along ... Anna froze on inhalation, opening her eyes wide. Her pupils dilated, she stared into space without blinking. I confidently entered into her phallus, buzzing with tension. A strangled moan escaped her throat. Putting my hands under her back, I put my arms around her shoulders and slowly, with force, pushed him into the depths.
I touched something inside her, but she only gently leaned towards me. Her secret passage suddenly closed, my hips clenched at my sides. Anna shuddered, trembled, gasping for air, and painfully dug her nails into my ass. My muscles contracted, I twitched and entered her to the limit. My pubis and scrotum were wet with her moisture. Her body convulsed, she froze in an effort. A few seconds later, her face broke into a blissful smile, her legs crawled over me, limply falling to the floor. The vagina gradually relaxed, I removed the member. He was covered in her lube. The transparent substance abundantly covered the organ, strained to the limit.
His veins bulged, his head turned crimson. I reintroduced him into the limp body. Slowly and carefully. She had nothing against it, and only smiled blissfully, closing her eyes. It seemed that she was not in the body, she was somewhere far away .... Smoothly entering her silky bosom, each time, I felt my friend poured blood. I think I tore a bridle from overexertion. But he continued to drive a member between the walls of her most delicate vagina. It was absolutely relaxed and flowing with female juices. I entered it like melted butter, with a slight characteristic sound. I moved faster and faster, forgetting about reality. Her breasts bounced from my thrusts, but I had already stopped noticing it. I forgot about everything and just planted and planted.
Faster and stronger, no longer caring about her feelings. Her vagina sloshed like a wet shoe, and her lube churned into a white froth. Sweat was already dripping from her forehead, and I kept furrowing her defenseless bosom. I did not have enough freedom, and I quickly turned Anna on her stomach, put her on her knees and jerked inside.
Bursting into her, spreading my soft buttocks with my fingers, I felt a powerful rush in the lower abdomen. And in the next moment, grabbing her by the forearms and planting until the pain in the base of the member, I filled her vagina with a hot stream. And it suddenly shrunk, and once again... The last time very strongly.
After a moment's pause, Anna carefully removed the foreign object from herself. Her face was red and in tears. I remembered that she was screaming, but I didn't stop. She must have been in pain... But she didn't say anything, stood up on her toes and gave my lips a long kiss. Her vagina, thighs, pubis, buttocks, and even the sheet were drenched in her moisture. A whitish, viscous mass seeped from her parted vulva and crawled down her thigh. Anna hid her eyes, seemed to blush even more, tore off the sheet from the sofa and hurried to hide in the bathroom ...
For the next two days, we barely got out of bed. Our libations did not stop for more than an hour. She was constantly wet, and my manhood stood on its hind legs from one of her touches. We did it on the floor, on the table, on the balcony. I took possession of her in the kitchen when she was preparing a meal. I haunted her when she was washing dishes or talking on the phone.
As soon as she did not carefully bend down, I immediately invaded her defenseless flesh. However, she did it on purpose, teasing me. During these days, I was completely devastated. An amazing calm settled in my soul. Anna looked happy too...
On the morning of the third day, we said goodbye and went about our business. From time to time I looked to her, and we again intertwined in our arms. Sometimes I came to her work, she closed the window, and I passionately copulated with her. Sometimes it was the other way around, but I didn't complain. Over time, our relationship cooled down a bit, but remained gentle and pleasant.
Then I drowned in work with my head, things went smoothly, and we gradually moved away. Anna found another job worthy of her charms. And about a year later, I found out that she got married and got her son back. I once saw them briefly. She seemed happy and at peace.
The only thing left to do was to be happy for her...