I always get headaches in the spring. As soon as the snow melts and the warm wind begins to rule the sunny streets, you want to wander around the city, listen to music, enjoy ice cream and smoke slowly on benches. Find a cheerful company with a guitar and drunken songs and sit with them on the parapet until the morning...
Today I also wanted to, but somehow it didn’t work out. I forgot my headphones at home, the ice cream was tasteless, and, as luck would have it, there were old people and mothers sitting on the benches, whom I didn’t want to brazenly “fumigate.” Besides, I wanted sex unbearably. More precisely, love..., well, and sex...
My husband traditionally went fishing, he especially likes to do this after our quiet scandals. We haven't had sex for two years now. He just doesn't want to. Even move your fingers, let alone strain for my orgasm. And reminders of “marital duty” only lead to misunderstanding in his eternally naive eyes: “Well, I don’t want it!”.. “Well, if you don’t want it, someone else will want it,” - this is no longer even a threat, but rather , the usual warning followed by his sigh, rolling over and subsequent snoring.
I brushed aside the unpleasant thoughts, lit a cigarette and slightly slowed down the pace; after all, I was walking and not running errands.
Concerned people walked towards me, sincerely shying away from my smile, couples in which the fair half, at the sight of my smile, guessed a predatory mood in it and immediately grabbed and squeezed the hand of their lover more tightly. Oh, there would be so much to grab there, everyone is so tiny and blissful.
Suddenly a tall, strong guy caught up with me from behind and caught up with me.
- Girl, can you give me some light? – he smiled.
I stopped. Without looking, she handed me the lighter, then turned to look at the troubler of my boring peace. He lit a cigarette and handed me the lighter, looking straight into my eyes.
Cute, I noted to myself. And fashionable, since the dark stubble on his face is so well-groomed. The eyes are dark blue, bright, smiling. The nose is straight, sharp, and there are dimples on the cheeks from a smile. Broad-shouldered, a head taller than me, no signs of a beer belly under his jacket, and his jeans were not tapered or even rolled up. In general, sheer charm, even slightly infuriating with its ideality.
“Thank you, Natasha,” he smiled sincerely, and when I took the lighter, he touched my fingers with his and slightly held it, as if not wanting to give it away.
- Is my name written on my forehead? – I was surprised and even frowned, peering into his face. Is it really an acquaintance, and is my memory playing tricks on me again? Lately, this has been normal for me - not to notice people, and when noticing, not to recognize them. It’s not that I’m going crazy, I just haven’t seen anyone for a long time, I’m buried in business, and people come and go in life, but I’m alone.
“I guess not,” the stranger grinned, mockingly looking at my forehead. And he didn’t drag out the awkward pause any longer, “I follow you on Instagram.” I've been reading this for a year now, and now I know. Your account is interesting, not all sorts of selfies, but a life full of emotions and impressions. You also write so... deliciously!
“Thank you,” I breathed out with relief and smiled.
- Can I accompany you? – the unknown handsome man became completely insolent.
- I'm just walking.
- Well, then I'll walk with you. My name is Max.
“Okay, Maxim,” I shrugged vaguely. Still, I didn’t want to plunge into sad thoughts again, and a new acquaintance would never be superfluous. Well, if I’m some kind of maniac, then it’s my own fault that I keep an Instagram account so interesting.
He managed to “talk” me out almost immediately. We discussed the new Hollywood movie, the city budget and its share of road construction, options for the perfect vacation, and even the taste of ice cream as a child. Like good friends, after half an hour we were drinking coffee, smoking on a bench, looking at the red ball of the setting sun, entangled in the branches of the tall trees of the park.
- You know, I went to visit friends. There's going to be a very nice drinking party there with blackjack and whore... and all the amenities. Maybe you want to come with me? Just don't say no right away...
“I want to,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes.
- First, think about it, maybe you would like to now... Do you want to? – he finally realized my answer.
“Yes,” I confirmed my desire. What a handsome guy he is, it’s a pleasure to look at him.
- Hooray! – the guy was sincerely happy. “Then let’s go, it’s not far, literally three blocks.”
Continuing to chat carefreely, he took me somewhere into the slums of private courtyards, weaving between fences, as if covering his tracks. I thought that I shouldn’t have done this right away, this is all strange, I should write to someone where to look for my cold body if something happens. Maybe take a selfie with him and send it to Instagram?... But these thoughts scattered as soon as we stopped near a high concrete fence, behind which we could see a neat red brick cottage. Behind the fence, music was playing, people were laughing, women’s voices were humming something, and there was an incredibly attractive smell of barbecue.
Max opened the gate, letting me in first. I went in, but immediately stopped in indecision. He gently took me by the shoulders, whispered in my ear, slightly pricking his stubble, “Don’t be afraid, they don’t bite,” and gently pushed me to follow me in and close the gate.
I overcame my indecision, put on the most innocent smile and, carried away by Max, who was holding me by the shoulders, as if he was afraid that I would run away, I approached the company. Four boys and five girls sat around a round stone hearth with a slow-burning fire. All of different ages from college students to maybe forties. Everyone is sweet, cheerful and cute. With cocktails, kebabs, one of the guys had a guitar in his hands.
- Hi all! – Max shouted joyfully, leaving me aside. - Meet Natasha!
He started shaking hands with the guys and hugging the girls, and I was pricked with some kind of jealousy. Where did it come from?.. But I smiled widely and waved my hand to everyone: - Hello!
- This is Sasha, Yulia, Anton, Seryoga, Olya, Svetik and Madeleine.
He pronounced the latter's name with some special intonation, as if she deserved special treatment. With respect, overwhelming adoration, gallantry and... love?.. Some kind of resentment pricked me again.
Madeleine clung to Max and began to question him about something, and Sasha brought two chairs, placed them between Olya and Anton, Olya handed him a glass and held out her clinker.
“Well,” she raised her voice a little, “For getting to know each other!” For Natasha! Maybe he won't run away!
Everyone laughed loudly, clinked their glasses, I also laughed, just in case, as if I understood what they were talking about, clinked glasses with everyone, then drank from the glass, which had already frozen my hands. Something similar to beer, but with cinnamon, ginger and something else, strange, but very tasty.
- What is this? – I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“This is an Irish ale, Sasha brews it himself,” Olya enlightened me. – The most delicious and incomprehensible brew I have ever tried.
Really very tasty. The liquid flowed through the vessels, immediately relaxing and giving incredible pleasure. I leaned back in my chair, Maxim arrived in time, and carefully threw a blanket over my lap.
“It will soon get colder, and you are dressed lightly,” he said quietly, looking tenderly into my eyes. Or it seemed to me?
“...Well, so, here this bastard jumps up from the left, and I immediately hit him in the face,” I had already forgotten the names of his friends, but quickly joined in the general laughter and, happily eating barbecue, listened to stories, discussion of incomprehensible details of some then a criminal case, how last week we went to a barbecue and how Yulia again saved the yard puppies and doesn’t know who to give them to now.
Max sometimes glanced at me, sometimes holding his gaze a little longer than normal. Once he took me by the hand, and at my surprised look he explained: “I’m checking that you’re not cold. El is an insidious thing, you never know at what moment it will knock you out.”
In the light of the fire, everything seemed cozy and sweet. After chatting enough, we turned off the music and picked up the guitar. They started singing as best they could. On another day, I would also gladly join this cheerful choir, and I knew all the songs, but today I didn’t want to. When Maxim took my hand again “to check,” I squeezed it lightly, and he did not remove it. On the contrary, he firmly and softly took my hand from above and did not let go, at times stroking my palm with his thumb. It was so nice and yet so innocent...
I felt warm and comfortable in this chair, in this company, near the fire to the sounds of the guitar. I really relaxed and seemed to even begin to doze off a little. This was already awkward, I woke up to Max picking me up in his arms and carrying me somewhere into the house. “What a maniac,” I thought dazedly when I woke up, “And he seemed so sweet.”
He carried me to the second floor, laid me on a wide bed and covered me with a blanket, went out the door and quietly closed it.
I was left alone. Thoughts were tightly intertwined. It turned out awkward... I met a guy, immediately got drunk and went to bed... Well, what kind of person am I? What to do now? Maybe I should run away quietly? Or continue to portray a drunken corpse?..
The door opened again, I pretended to be asleep and closed my eyes. Maxim came in, put my bag next to the bed, his phone on the nightstand, and he lay down next to me. I lay there for another minute and opened my eyes. With one hand under his head, he lay next to me, but a little higher, looking at me with undisguised interest and tenderness.
“Sleep,” he touched my cheek with the back of his hand, gently stroked it and put his palm on my shoulder. - Everything is fine, go to sleep.
From the street I could quietly hear laughter and a guitar choir, the room smelled of meadow flowers, and the aroma of citrus perfume and cigarettes came from my new acquaintance. So, he went out to smoke. I looked into his eyes, smiling slightly. Spring woke up again in the relaxed body, and the lower abdomen began to feel warmer. I looked at him and wondered if I should have sex with him on the first date or ever. And will he scratch my skin with his stubble when kissing me? And does he want me at all, and if he does, then why doesn’t he do anything?
He removed his hand from under his head and moved slightly lower, coming face to face with me.
- Do not you want to sleep?
“I don’t know,” I didn’t answer right away. “What if I fall asleep and you run away with Madeleine?”
He smiled widely.
- Madeleine will leave with Olya, they are together.
I opened my eyes wide. He caught my movement, moved closer and kissed me.
Pulling back a little, he added:
- And I would like to stay with you. You are very beautiful... - he again ran his hand over my cheek, - And cheerful... So... extraordinary...
He pressed his lips to mine again. I reciprocated, the kiss was delicious, viscous, long. So long that, without looking up, he had already stood up and was hovering over me, leaning on the bed with one hand and stroking my face with the other. From these touches and kisses I felt a surge of desire. The breasts swelled, the nipples became hard, and the panties became treacherously wet. I took my hands out from under the blanket and hugged him, and then grabbed his back from the rush of feelings. Mmmmm,” my moan escaped. He pulled back a little, looking at me seriously. And then he pressed his lips into mine again, already demandingly playing with his tongue. I moaned again with pleasure, and his hand was already moving lower, stroking my breasts through the jacket, penetrating under it, pushing my bra up. The palm lay softly on my chest, then the fingers clenched demandingly, and then let go again. As if he was playing with me, he did this again and again, by which time I could no longer resist. My body arched towards his hand, I wanted more.
With difficulty, I pulled away from his lips, slightly pushed him away with my hands and said in a hoarse whisper:
- Sorry, I have to warn you...
He froze, looking at me with clearing eyes.
- I'm married…
His hand tightened slightly on my chest, causing me to moan slightly again. I never thought that I could be so manipulated with one movement of my hand, maybe I came across the wrong men?
“I’m aware,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll kill him later, but now I want you.”
I couldn’t even laugh; my laughter again turned into a groan. The kiss moved to the neck, then to the shoulder, biting a little and kissing again. The hand decisively moved lower, already unbuttoning the jeans, straight to the panties. Through the wet fabric he caressed my labia, and finally abruptly pizdeishn.net pulled the blanket to the floor, stood up and pulled off his jeans with both hands. He immediately took a defensive position again, kissing me on the lips and reaching into my panties with his hand. I tensed up and moved towards him. His finger slid lightly at my entrance, collecting moisture, moistening my clitoris, as if drawing a strange symbol in me. And suddenly he entered me sharply with two fingers, making me scream with pleasure.
Mmmmmm, I think I came right away. I hadn’t had sex for so long that I trembled like a gunshot in his arms. But he himself groaned, feeling my orgasm. And then he began to move his hand, penetrating deeper each time, I dug my nails into his back, afraid to move, as if I made an awkward movement and the moment of pleasure would end.
He stopped and removed his hand. He moved away.
I opened my eyes, is something wrong? Max looked at me lovingly.
And then he suddenly stood up, straightened up, took off his T-shirt in one movement, revealing a magnificent torso with broad shoulders, unbuttoned and took off his jeans along with his panties in one fell swoop. I took the hint and tore off my sweater and bra, throwing them behind the bed, leaving me in just my panties.
He walked to the exit, turned the latch on the door, opened the chest of drawers along the way, took out a condom, and returned to me, slightly trembling either from the cold, or from fear, or from anticipation. It was too late to run, and I didn’t want to. I wanted more kisses and hugs, my body was burning with desire.
This time he was quick and decisive. He quickly jumped into the bed from the side of my legs, with a sharp movement he parted them and pressed his lips into my panties. My brain completely turned off, I groaned and arched in his hands, which were already squeezing my ass. However, the very next moment he was taking off my underwear, which was boring to both of us, with one hand, and putting on a condom with the other.
And now he was looming over me in full combat readiness. Hands roam over my chest, lips kiss my swollen nipples, and my hard, hot dick rests against my pussy, ready to break any barriers.
It seems to me that it was an eternity, in my brain all the cockroaches were already screaming: “Come on, come on! What are we waiting for?".
He croaked:
- Do you want me? – I could only exhale “Yessss”, and he immediately entered me gently and strongly. He paused a little, giving me the opportunity to arch again and moan loudly from a new wave of pleasure. He ran his hands over my body, grabbed one around the waist, and slipped the other under my back, grabbed the hollow between my neck and shoulder with a hickey and began to move with thrusts. First slowly, listening to my moans, then quickly and sharply, and he himself moaned in unison with me. My hands groped over his back and buttocks, I squeezed, scratched him, moaned shamelessly out loud, almost screamed with wild pleasure. Yes, more, more! It was the best sex of my life! A fountain exploded in my stomach, an orgasm arched my whole body, he made a few more movements and came out of me and fell on my heated body, buried his face in the pillow next to my ear. Breathing heavily, we lay there for several minutes, finally, the sounds of the party began to be heard again, a languid bliss filled me all over. I wanted to lie like this forever under the light of a lantern from the yard and enjoy the moment.
He stood up, and I removed my hands from his back, which had clearly suffered in this battle, I’ll have to look later... He looked seriously into my eyes:
“It was just amazing...” and kissed her gently on the lips.
But that was enough for me, I was filled with desire again and moaned.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise:
- Mmmm, a woman who always wants and gets turned on half a turn? “It’s just a miracle of nature,” I couldn’t help but laugh. - It’s so good that I met you.
He stood up, took cigarettes out of his clothes, placed an ashtray between us, and we lit a cigarette.
- Why are you silent? – he asked after a second leisurely puff.
“Because I feel very good...” I tried to gather my thoughts together in order to answer coherently, “And I’m afraid to disrupt this moment with some stupidity.”
He put out his half-smoked cigarette and hugged me.
-Have you not had sex for a long time? - he asked. I was in no hurry to answer; first I put out my cigarette.
“For more than a year now...” I honestly admitted, climbing over him to put the ashtray on the nightstand.
“Mmm, almost a virgin,” he said slyly, grabbing me and leaving me on him. He easily pulled himself up and sat down with me in his arms. And now I’m on top, kissing him furiously and the second condom goes into effect. And again my body explodes with orgasms, and his hands make me squirm, tremble and moan. Mmmmmm, Maaaaax, this is just amazing!...
***
I sat in the office in front of the computer and stared blankly at the monitor. His hands seemed to still be roaming over my body, the memories of two days ago making my panties wet. No, he won't call. She left while he was sleeping. Well, who does that? However, she left her phone - dialed her number from his smartphone, fortunately, there was no blocking on it, and made a call. If he remembers the name, he will call if he understands what the call is. If he wants...
In the end, he knows that everything is not so simple, I am married, which means he will have to be a lover. I doubt that this is exactly what a normal, handsome man craves, around whom there are probably hundreds of beauties without any problems. The work day is already ending, and I still haven’t done everything my boss was waiting for. Well, okay, it’ll wait, tomorrow I’ll come to my senses and get to work. In the meantime, you can fidget a little more in your chair, remembering his gentle and demanding fingers, his soft and moist tongue and that warm gaze of his blue eyes.
“Delivery for Natalya,” my thoughts were interrupted by a courier who suddenly appeared at the door. Taken aback by surprise under the envious glances of her female colleagues, she accepted a bouquet of tulips and opened the note: “I can’t help but think about you. If you do too, post a selfie with flowers on Instagram. Max.".
Cruel. Firstly, I have never taken a selfie with flowers on my account, this is the level of a stupid seal, and not a red deer like me. Well, secondly, how will I explain this to my husband? Although, I won’t even explain. She quickly took the camera, buried her nose in the flowers so that only the bouquet and eyes were visible, took a photo and sent it to Instagram with the caption “And there is porn for an old woman...).”
Like a criminal, she quickly threw the phone aside and clung to the flowers again. Oh, how fresh and beautiful! I went to get a vase and water, put them on the table near the computer, fought off all the interrogations of curious colleagues, packed my bag and went out. Hurray, the working day ended with a pleasant event.
I left the building and suddenly saw him across the street. Leaning on the blue car, he stood with a cigarette and looked at me. I hesitated a little to see if it was worth it, because everyone was looking around, there would be gossip, and then I just mentally gave up on everything and ran across the road to him. Silently, he opened the car door, and I quickly ducked into the front seat. He walked around the car, got behind the wheel, slowly closed the door, turned to me and even then he suddenly grabbed me and pressed a kiss to my lips. Hands slid around my waist, awakening an insane desire in me.
This house turned out to be his home, I found out about this when we finally separated, changing our minds in time to have sex right in the car in the parking lot, and he brought me back there, to the courtyards of the private sector to his cottage. The courtyard was quiet and cozy, and a high fence hid us from prying eyes.
As soon as I got out of the car, he picked me up in his arms and dragged me into the house. This time on the sofa on the first floor, where I didn’t even have time to assess the situation. He demandingly turned me with my back to him, abruptly took off all my clothes, while exploring all my erogenous zones. And clutching the back of the sofa, I screamed with pleasure in his strong hands from every thrust into me. Strongly grabbing and holding me by the waist and squeezing my chest painfully, he reveled in my screams again and again and moaned with pleasure himself. Like an angry cat, I moaned and moved my hips to meet his every movement. Yes! Yes! More! Maaaax! It's amazing! You are the best! I want you! More!!! Aaaaah!...
“How loud you are, the neighbors will be jealous,” he grinned when we set the table and sat down naked to eat the restaurant food laid out on plates, which he had taken care to purchase in advance.
I was chewing, terribly hungry, and didn’t even think to comment on this statement. And suddenly it hit me:
- Listen, Max, at the party Olya raised a toast for meeting me and uttered one interesting phrase: “I hope she won’t run away.” What is she talking about? Do girls run away from you? Are you still a maniac and will soon cut me into pieces? – I said the last sentence with all my acting skills, squinting my eyes and grabbing the table knife.
He laughed heartily.
- Adore you! – he said sincerely. – Not a maniac, but the couple ran away before sex.
I looked at him in surprise, not really understanding how this could be.
He stood up, approached his clothes and said.
- You see, everyone has their shortcomings... - He bent down and picked up something colorful, - I love funny underwear.
He unwrapped a multi-colored lump; it was gray boxers with a bright image of the famous character from the cartoon “The Pink Panther”. Max looked at me with a guilty look.
I pushed the plate aside and asked:
- What about you?
He obediently put on his decent-sized device, and stood in the pose of a bodybuilder, looking at me with a chuckle in his eyes.
“Well, that’s it, the cards are revealed, the appearances are failed, run,” he said with a sigh, either jokingly or seriously.
I got up from the table, walked up to him and hugged him, looking down into his blue eyes, feeling his flesh tense and filled with desire. She grabbed him by the buttocks from behind and said quietly:
- I won't run away. I have the same thong...
He laughed out loud, kissed me, grabbed me and put me on the table, with a sharp movement he spread my legs and lowered my boxers a little so that I certainly wouldn’t run away...
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