She flew on a plane to rest. Although she flew in a large company, she, as always, was lonely. The flight was a full two hours, but it wasn't that long for her. She loved to be alone, didn't like to talk... and that's why she stuck headphones in her ears and closed her eyes, fencing herself off from her neighbor in the armchair... in the next one, on the other hand, her daughter was already snoring, covered with a blanket... She closed her eyes and immediately pictures of the recent past floated before my eyes...
She saw herself in the office, at her desk ... there are several more tables in the office, because she is not alone in it ... but the girls are not curious, everyone is used to doing their own thing and not getting into other people's monitors ...
It was still only a day, but she was already nervous... because she knew that today he promised to come... the first time she would see him... the first time since they met... she had never met on the Internet before, not she trusted no one like him ... It was with him that she raved all the time of their acquaintance, imagined him, fell asleep with the thought of him, and woke up with thoughts of him ... For his sake she changed herself, for him she learned to write stories. .. after all, before she could not even imagine what was going on in her soul ... but now he has become an integral part of her life for her ...
She has been waiting for him all these months... and now, finally, today she will see him...
She did not know what she would say to him ... she simply decided to rely on chance, it would be seen there ...
From the very morning she was nervous, afraid that they would notice how her hands and voice were trembling... She did all the work automatically, answered letters, made phone calls, even held one meeting... but she did not remember the result of her actions. .. everything seemed to be right ... lunch ... a piece does not fit into the throat ... everything shrinks ... hold out until the evening, and it will be easier there ...
And now everyone went home ... She, as always, was the last one left in the office ... no one is surprised anymore, she almost always leaves the office last ... and well, no need to explain anything to anyone ... she heard how the cleaning lady was already rattling buckets in the corridor, moving farther and farther away... the familiar nightly sounds... she left later than the cleaning lady... he was still gone... Her tension and excitement slowly began to release... probably he didn't will come, he couldn’t, you never know what happened ... there is one more thing left - to clean the table ... Automatic movements do not distract from thoughts about him ... Everything is so familiar ... only today the mess on the table is a little more than usual, it affects the nervous day...
Steps in the corridor... She still hopes that it's not him... she doesn't even know if she wants this meeting... she starts shaking, she feels with her skin that it's still him, and not someone else... steps closer... stop in front of her door... turn of the handle... the door opens... it really is him... the pencil she wants to put away in the pen holder freezes in her hand. .. she just forgets about the pencil since she first saw it... not in the photo, but like this, live, in real life... Just as she imagined... T-shirt tucked into blue jeans... Tall , not skinny... just the way she likes...
Her eyes meet his... he really does have gray eyes... she used to wonder which ones? Light? Dark? And now she saw it herself ... most of all she wanted to see his eyes when they met ... and she was so afraid to see disappointment in them ... most of all she was afraid of just that ... but his eyes smiled when they looked at her ...
- Hello, Natasha ... - these were his first words ... a voice ... she could listen to this voice all her life ... something like the voice of a Leningrad soloist ... a little hoarse, but very beautiful. .. she heard him on the phone several times and still remembered how goosebumps ran over her skin then ...
- Hello, the sun - a greeting that has become familiar ... she was confused, it seems that all her thoughts fled somewhere ...
He turned cautiously, locked the door... a slight click... the door was locked... she kept looking at him... he took a few steps towards her... walked around her table... she was still silent, it was so unusual to see him here, next to him, and not his name on the screen...
He stood next to her.
So this is where you work...
Probably, he also imagined her more than once ... and now he was looking down at her ... a little mockingly and confidently.
- Are you very busy? Not? What's the plan?
He did not smile, but his eyes were laughing... He slid along the edge of the table, stood in front of her, between the table and her chair... moved her chair on wheels a little... pushed her legs apart with his knees, so that he was between her parted feet... He sat on the edge of the table... The fabric of her skirt with two slits on the sides stretched over her hips...
The pencil she still held in her hand fell with a thud on the table... rolled over it and fell to the floor... she followed it with her eyes, but decided not to pick it up... and when she looked up she saw that his hands were on the waistband of his jeans... she looked at his hands and enjoyed seeing it for the first time... looked up at him...
What do you think we can do now? Not psychoanalysis, that's for sure...
She no longer had the strength to smile ... she lowered her eyes again and mechanically touched his hands with her fingertips ... at first carefully, as if not believing her feelings, and then more confidently, gently stroking his fingers with her own ... she simply stroked and enjoyed... How many times to imagine it and finally get...
He took her hands in his and placed them on his hips.
"Wait, we'll all make it today..."
He started to unbutton his jeans... then the zipper... everything was like in slow motion... oh, letters floated in front of her eyes against the background of a dialog box in the messenger... "I'm carefully unbuttoning your jeans... pull down the zipper, carefully so as not to pinch you with it .. "But it was here, not on the screen ... and I could not believe in the reality of what was happening, that a little more and she would see his dick, touch him with her warm and flexible tongue. ..
The zipper is open... he pulls the T-shirt out of his jeans, pulls the elastic band of his underpants down, under the already standing dick... here he is, in front of her eyes... he holds the dick with one hand, and puts the other on the back of her head, gently pushing her head to herself... but she doesn't need to tell her, her lips are drawn to his dick like a magnet... but she will first take his dick in her palm, as she once described to him. He will run his hand along his dick from the head to the base of the penis, from top to bottom, to the very elastic band of his underpants. So that the head is exposed, shiny, delicate, satin. So, to feel the unique smell of his head. She leaned even closer, inhaled HIS scent. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little. Carefully touched her tongue to the head of his dick. The very tip of the tongue to the very tip of the head. He knew that she likes to give blowjobs, and gave her this opportunity. And she walked her tongue all over the head, licking it in a circle, and from the bottom up, along the bridle to the tip of the dick. She liked to listen to his heavy breathing, which escaped from his mouth in time with the movements of her tongue on his cock. It spurred, excited, pleased! She was afraid he wouldn't like it, but she was wrong. She briefly pulled back from his cock to admire the head of his dick once more. The head darkened from the blood rushing to it, the first transparent drop of lubricant came out of the hole. She licked it off with her tongue, savored it in her mouth. And no longer able to restrain herself, she clasped her lips, so wet and warm, first the edge of the head, and then the whole of it, up to the roller of the foreskin. She closed her eyes in pleasure and circled the head already in her mouth with her sharp tongue. Circle after circle, then only gently touching the tongue to the satin skin of the head, then strongly pressing the tongue against it. And with her palm she continued to drive along the trunk of the dick, which had not yet been in her mouth. But this is not for long. She began to suck his dick into her mouth, listening to his breath stop. Until she brushed her lips against his pubic hair. That's how she described it to him in their privates, that's how she did it in real life. She pulled her head back, freeing his cock from her hot mouth. And watched as his dick, wet and shiny, little by little emerges from her lips. She didn't see if he was looking down on her, but that didn't matter. Probably watching, and she liked it too. I liked to feel his hand on the back of her head, which powerfully and gently pulled her head to him at the very beginning, and now just lay, buried in her hair.
Her hands lay on the elastic band of his underpants under the dick.
Something was missing, but she couldn't figure out what it was. And then I realized that there were not enough of his eggs! She still hasn't seen them. She stretched out her other hand to the elastic band of her panties, not letting the head of his dick out of her mouth, because she simply could not part with it. His tongue stroked her own mouth as his fingers freed his balls. She still pulled the head of his dick out of her mouth to look at all this beauty. And there was something to look at ... A standing, hard and big dick, with a smooth, wet head, a roller of the foreskin, a stretched bridle, swollen wreaths on the dick's trunk, and, finally, hard balls of eggs. She touched them with her fingertips and looked up at him. He looked down at her.
- Will you show me which way you like best?
- Of course, but a little later...
He did not have time to finish further, because she again took her eyes off him and leaned over to his dick. Or rather, not even to the dick, but to his balls. It made me want to touch them with my tongue. She knew his next request. She heard it so many times in private from him. And I imagined it so many times, closing my eyes, that now it all seemed so familiar. She stuck out her tongue, just a little bit ... Gently touched them to his balls, raised by an elastic band from his underpants. Very gentle, not even bold. And then she closed her eyes and ran her wide, wet tongue, first one egg at a time. Just like a cat licks its kittens. And she enjoyed his smell, only his... And the feeling of the delicate skin of his balls on her tongue. Her tongue itself slid to another egg, and also left a wide wet path on it. She licked his balls like she was hungry. Then she opened her mouth and took each of his testicles, one by one into her mouth that had become so greedy ... Giving everyone the tenderness of her tongue and the strength of her lips. Sucking each in turn with his lips, smacking with pleasure, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.
In her head began to make noise with excitement, in the lower abdomen it became hot and heavy. She felt that she was starting to lose control of herself. The skirt interfered, the edges of the hem dug into the skin on the hips, making it difficult to spread her legs ... The panties, soaked from the released lubricant, interfered ... This had never happened before ... That's how wildly she still did not want anyone ... Animals from touching her his dick. After all, He had not done anything yet, just buried His fingers in the hair at the back of her head, gently sorting through them. She sucked, licked, kissed, stroked with tender fingers ... then his balls, then his dick ... then gently touched them with the tip of her tongue, then pressed her tongue strongly against them. And I wanted more...
She felt him take her by the shoulders and pull her up... How hard it was now to get up, to break away from him even for a moment. She stood up, pressed her whole body against him, feeling hot and wet cock through the fabric of her skirt ... She laid her head on his shoulder. Her lips themselves stretched to his neck, to the wreath on his neck, which throbbed in a frantic rhythm ... Gently touched her lips to her, began to move higher, to the earlobe ... She grabbed her lips, then her teeth, gently biting ...
He turned her back to the table and sat down in the chair where she had just been sitting... pushing her legs apart again with his knees. She found herself pinned against the edge of the table...and again the fabric of her skirt pulled tight over her hips, exposing her legs to mid-thigh in the slits at the sides.
- I want to look at you.
It wasn't even a request, he said it like he was sure of her answer. For some reason, she did not feel embarrassed now, when he looked at her and stroked her hips with his palms ... starting from the knee and up ... Outlining the contours of her figure ... outlining her chest along the contour ... and descending again .. He unbuttoned the bottom button of her blouse... then another, and another, and another... until he unbuttoned the topmost one... pulled her blouse apart, exposing her breasts, drawn into a white lace bodice, deeply cut, almost to the very nipples... Nipples in pink circles shone through the lace... He touched them with his fingers, and under his hands they began to shrink, as it were, gathering into wrinkled mounds... She reached for his hands, pressing against his palms with her whole breasts.. And when he removed his hands, the nipples were already sticking out of the bodice...
His fingers confidently grabbed the edge of the skirt and, gathering it into folds, pulled it up. Exposing her legs, covered in stockings.. I tore her off the edge of the table a little to lift her skirt up to her waist...
Now she stood in front of him in a skirt gathered at the waist, in stockings and tight white panties .. And in an open short-sleeved blouse ..
He ran his hand between her parted legs, over the damp fabric of her panties... from bottom to top... hooked on their edges from the side, pulled down, over her hips... Pushed the chair back for a second so that she could step out of them... dropped her panties on the next table and again pushed the chair to the table ...
- Sit on the table...
She pushed the keyboard away from the edge by touch, rested her hands on the edges of the table, easily jumped her bare booty onto the table ... He took her legs by the thin ankles and put them on the armrests of the chair ...
She now imagined exactly what he was seeing .. How many times she described it ... "The lips swelled and parted ... Smooth, shaved so that not a single hair remained ... Only a triangle of hair on the pubis .. Between the lips is already so wet... and an open pussy hole..." Yes, it's open, already flowing... But his favorite anus hole is not visible now...
He touched his fingers to the inside of her thigh, where the stocking ended and naked, slightly tanned skin began. Like a pie... He ran his finger between them, slowly getting into the open pussy... He moved the chair even closer... leaned over... What exactly he was doing, she could not say for sure... But the way he , no one had licked yet ... His tongue made her lose control of herself, made her moan, bite her lips, hard, to the point of blood ... and spread her legs even more and reach out towards his tongue and fingers ... It seemed that a little more , and she will lose consciousness from the surging sensations ... But how he understood this moment is not clear ... Probably because he loved oral sex, and knew how to make her lose consciousness ... and retreat again, giving her a break .. . Again and again...
His other hand was on his dick, stroking it... with slow, jerking movements... grabbing the balls at the bottom and the head of the dick at the highest point...
I want you, I really want...
She found the strength to whisper it, hoping that her voice would not be very low and hoarse and that he would hear her.
He got up from the chair, pulled her by the shoulders to him with one hand, I didn’t tear the other from her pussy ... He looked into her eyes ... From dark gray they turned almost black with excitement and insane desire ... And in the depths of her eyes I saw the very debauchery, those devils that I expected to see there ...
He ran his hand along her back, feeling the hot skin under the thin fabric of her blouse.
- Which of my holes do you want? - barely audible whispered her bitten and swollen lips ...
- You know what...
He helped her slide off the edge of the table and turn her back to him. She leaned forward, leaning on her elbows. Her legs were still wide apart. He sat back in his chair... Her ass was now right in front of his eyes. He parted her buttocks with his hands and ran a wide, relaxed tongue between them, from the bottom up, from the open pussy to the anus hole. Feeling with the tongue all the folds of skin between the buttocks. Just like he described it to her. Then he stroked the crease between the buttocks with his fingers ... He stopped at the hole of the anus, which was right in front of his eyes ... Gently pressed it. At first, reluctantly, as if resisting, the sphincter contracted, and then, relaxing the ring of muscles more and more, began to let his finger in. Until his finger sank deep into her ass. He gently and slowly twirled his finger in her anus, hearing how with every movement from her lips break moans.
He got up from the chair without removing his finger from her ass. His cock dug into the hot and wet flesh of her cunt. She leaned back, pushing her cunt on his hard dick, completely, sharply and hard, to the very base of the dick! The way she loved! And I felt how inside the head of his dick reaches almost to the very uterus! I wanted to scream, but she bit the back of her hand!
I wonder what he felt now, the first time he tried her cunt with his dick? Did he feel with his finger in the ass through the thin partition how his dick was fucking her?
He struck again and again with his dick, pulling it almost to the end. So that only the tip of the head remained in the cunt oozing with desire, and again cut into her cunt with all its strength, to the very base of the penis, forcing her to emit moans muffled by the palm of her hand.
- Fuck me in the ass! Please do it! I can not do it anymore!
He abruptly pulled his finger out of her ass. He directed his dick, wet from her lubricant, to the hole of her anus, and carefully pressed the head of the dick there. She tensed up a little. He pulled the head out of her ass, but only for a second, to enter her again, but deeper ... Deeper each time, until his dick was completely immersed in her ass. And she took it with pleasure now, when the muscles were stretched. She began to move towards him, towards his dick, which was already fucking her in the ass as hard as before in her pussy.
He grabbed his cock at the base with his palm and began to alternately direct it either into her pussy or into her ass. Yes! That's how she loved, and he remembered it!
And she felt that she could no longer delay the orgasm, he was already born in the depths of her bosom, that very wave was already going on, which would soon cover her with her head, make her scream! A few more movements of his dick in her pussy, then in the ass...
Some more...
Until she began to shake... Until she was covered by a wave of orgasm... He froze in her ass, giving her the opportunity to enjoy these sensations...
Then she turned to face him... She smiled.
- It's your turn...
She knelt down in front of him... She took his dick in her mouth... Such a huge and tense dick... And sucked him hard into herself! Fully! To the bottom! She grabbed his balls with her palm, and he put his on her palm. He promised her to show her how to squeeze his balls ... They squeezed them together in their palms, and her lips moved on his dick in a frantic rhythm. She felt him tense up, his hand squeezing his balls even tighter in hers. And here it is ... Those long-awaited thrusts of sperm on her throat ... She felt how warm, viscous drops flow down her throat, how they gather in her mouth ... Portion after portion ... Until they filled her mouth completely ... A few sips ... Until there was nothing left in her mouth, only viscous remnants on her tongue and palate ... She wrapped her lips around his dick for the last time, sucking out the remnants of sperm from him ... And she got up from her knees ...
Where are we going, sunshine? She looked at him with satisfied eyes.
She woke up from the fact that the stewardess touched her shoulder.
- Are you alright?
- Yes ... - she did not notice that tears were flowing down her cheeks.
- Fasten your seat belts, please. We sit down...