We have long dreamed of such a couple of weekends - me and my favorite hero. A hero - because "being my friend" is heroism in itself. You need to be able to hide after a week of being together in the same room - in order to wait out a small "storm". This is how I call my inexplicable state, when you simply can’t stand a single person within a radius of several meters from you, you want to close yourself in a huge bright room with a sofa and a book, or dance discs, or just with a cat. And enjoy being alone. Maybe there are many people who will understand me, with whom the same thing happens from time to time. But I have not been very lucky in this life so far, and rarely has anyone been able not to be offended by this. You just need to feel the approach of the "storm", leave on time, before I have time to say all those hurtful words that I will regret in a few days.
But my hero - he's just smart! And I understand very well that even if he is late and I manage to do one of my usual little dirty tricks - the hero can leave me alone with a book, disks, a cat - at my discretion. Or maybe leave forever. And therein lies our magical balance of relationships. Mutual intuition, mutual fear and mutual understanding.
The choice fell on the Moscow Country Club in Nakhabino. There were still three weeks before the New Year holidays and there were no problems with choosing a room at the hotel. For such a case, a huge travel bag was purchased, in which our relatives and pets could easily fit. I was told in the morning a day before departure... "You must buy lace panties." He will buy everything else.
I rushed off work like crazy and rushed to fulfill his order. It may seem funny to you, but I was very afraid of not pleasing my hero. After all, if my choice is unsuccessful, the life of panties for 150 conventional units will end ingloriously in a trash can. Unless, of course, some maid has time to put them on before this moment. Ten minutes of looking at items of lingerie made me wet, the saleswoman was clearly at one with me and understood everything perfectly. If she were a little more relaxed - honestly, I would not mind being alone with her in a fitting room. But the Russian staff, despite regularly visiting porn sites and reading funny newspapers, point-blank does not want to let the element of the game into their real life ...
The choice was stopped at red. Red, matte, velvety to the touch. The lace was pleasantly pressed against the skin, it reached out to her, and the skin, in gratitude, warmed it. I stood in front of the cubicle mirror until the girls in the section got excited, "Where did she go, that adventurer?" I tormented them with waiting for a few more minutes, I needed to relax a bit so that I could go down to the bar with renewed vigor, smoke a cigarette and listen to myself ... what do I expect from our weekend? Two persons unknown to me now settled in me ... one caressed herself through the scarlet fabric of new panties, oozed and dreamed of getting into the jacuzzi as soon as possible, then moving into the room and not leaving it until they called from below and reminded, that the check-out time from the hotel is in half an hour. And the second at that time was thinking about fluffy snowdrifts, in which it would be nice to fall and burrow with her favorite hero, and then ride until dark on ice from crazy slides, on dog sleds, kiss in the cold and sweetly delay the moment of nightfall ...
But after half an hour, these two persons were already coexisting peacefully)))
... When we left the center, it was already quite dark, it was snowing heavily, promising me the fulfillment of all desires and immediately.
A bouquet of my favorite flowers was waiting for us in the room - my hero filled out the visitor's questionnaire while booking the room, and now the servants knew the tastes and preferences of "this strange couple" inside and out))) In the linen closet, I found three sets of toys with many attachments. .. red, black and white. Classic. My favorite colors. The neon sticker "WATER-RESISTANT!" was solemnly displayed on the black. - yes ... the staff really cares about their customers and safety on the water))
In one of the drawers, I stumbled upon a warehouse of condoms the size of which would have flattered even King Kong. Date of manufacture - one hour before our arrival. Here is the service! True, the question arises ... did the manufacturer have time to check all this economy with electronics? ))
I felt terribly hungry and flatly refused to inspect the hot tub. If you don't feed me on time, I become an angry and bad girl. And we rushed to dinner.
Dinner consisted of five large king prawns in white sauce and Brut. Moreover, the number of Brut surprised me immediately and quite strongly. Something is clearly being planned...)) For dessert, a boy was ordered, who, to classical music, literally fed us from his hands, and he was equally afraid of not pleasing both of us. It was so funny... wild berries dipped in liquor and then in coffee creamer, going into your mouth in such an exquisite way. The boy was clearly shy, or maybe it was just part of the program - well thought out and designed specifically for impressionable people like me))
When the amount of Brut drunk made my movements extremely smooth and careful, my hero leaned over my shoulder and spoke very quietly, but so clearly that I involuntarily shuddered... the clock struck eleven, and in an hour your shoes will turn into felt boots. Therefore, if you want to have time to run to the number without shocking the audience, start doing it right now. And I tried. He held my elbow all the way across the maroon carpets, trying to stay away from the walls and huge floor vases that were placed in the halls to give the room a homely feel. A couple of times we made mistakes and ended up in some unfamiliar corridors, where in the end we ran into a blank wall. It seemed to me that the electrical voltage had been turned off throughout the hotel, and this allowed my hero to cautiously run his confident hand under my light skirt. And each time, finding me heated and ready for the most daring deeds, he returned it to its place, to my elbow. Yes, that's how he teased me throughout our long journey.
I don't remember how we got to our room. The first strong impression I had was when I finally decided to look around the bathroom. Everything that was prepared for the two of us hung on the wall and was white and very soft - two cozy snow-white robes, each of which could be wrapped in three turns. And the same soft and white huge towels. In the sink rested a crystal vase filled with scented bath balls. Nearby is a smaller vase with berry balls especially for me. With them, he started his game. Since the waiter boy was no longer around, he had to undress me himself and insert gently, but very confidently, one of the strawberry balls into me. Seconds later, warming up inside my body, the berry began to melt and flow down my hot thighs. He smeared this fragrant syrup over my skin until all my legs were covered with it. "This is really the dessert I was looking forward to at dinner. I'll lick it very thoroughly, and then you give me your own dessert. And I have to appreciate how much sweeter it is than all these pathetic fakes."
What would you do in my place in such a situation? It was only in my power to lean on the dessert table, spread my hips a little, substituting myself for his caresses, taking his head in my hands, caressing his neck and shoulders in time with his kisses...
How long could you stand this in my place? After a couple of minutes, my legs were already parting, my stomach was cramping with pleasure, and I begged my hero to take me in his arms and carry me somewhere ...
But having finished with the first dessert, he was waiting for the second from me. Even if I stubbornly did not want to give up, he would still have achieved his plan. His fingers slid over my body, now and then making their way inside me, forcing me to choke, to moan softly and beg for mercy. It seemed to me that not only his fingers, but all his strong hands deep in me, were pushing my insides, making their way to the long-awaited dessert. And sure enough, he got it, in a few short bursts, sweet little bites. He looked at his hands, which were all covered with me, inhaled my scent, touched it with his lips, tongue ... I asked - let me try it too! Of course he didn't, he's very greedy, my favorite hero.
Then there was splashing in a fragrant bath when I tried to play with him. "You'll do it in the bedroom with ice cubes and champagne" was my answer.
Finally I am wrapped in something soft, white and fluffy, taken out like an expensive bundle and dipped in delicate pink sheets. The skin feels the pleasant cold of silk, juice flows from me, and it lies on top, preventing me from freezing in this silk country. We kiss for a long time. So long that it begins to seem like a dream to me, which has come to replace reality. Returns me to the real world of his core, which I feel in my stomach. It hurts a little, he presses on me, as if he is trying to pierce me through. Then I take it with one hand and squeeze it lightly, wanting to feel at least some power. "Who allowed?" he asks sternly.
Like this. I'm not allowed. I'm forbidden. I will only do what I am allowed to do.
But I am unable to further develop my thought in this direction, since the rod is already hot and ready to take me. I have a faint hope - what if I manage to play with him, dodge this sword, slip away, delay his invasion?
Of course, I didn't get anything. He entered me sharply and immediately to the full depth. I groaned so hard that I nearly finished at the sound of my own voice. And then there were magical and unpredictable movements in me - and I never knew in advance how he would enter me, the pace changed with every second, this broken rhythm drove me crazy, and I had only time to move my hips towards him. I took my own nipples in my hands and, with all my strength, twisted them, pulled them back, squeezed them to the point of pain and moaned. I moaned until I had the strength to, and then just finished, looking at him from below with wide eyes ... Then he slipped out of me and brought his sword to my burning lips. I was delighted, because I had been dreaming about this dessert for the whole evening. Finally I was allowed! I literally dug my lips into his weapon, caressing him quickly and rhythmically from top to bottom, flirting with the tip of my tongue and bringing my hero to hell. And finally, his victory cry and a stream of hot juice in me...
Then we lay embracing on the heated silk, caressing each other with hot fingers, ignited by one look, kissing each other on the back, shoulders, nipples ...
"And now I really would like to have a hearty dinner!" - was said about an hour later. And everything started again. We had a night, a day and another night ahead of us. It's so much, but at the same time so little. A lot or a little - but I know for sure that for this I really want to live ...