any other parts of his body, my charms, began to pulsate at breakneck speed and I was just shaking. I certainly opened my umbrella 15 meters away from him, but so that my wife looked the other way, and the little imp sitting in me continued his mischief. What a pleasure it was to see his “corporate” look, full of wild desire, and what affection caused the observation of this healthy fellow, who also blushed, embarrassed, tried to pretend that nothing was happening, and even sometimes got angry! from the forced inaction, etc., etc., and I could turn them with the same ease with which I turned over under the sun on my little towel, or buried in the soft sand.

I wanted to shout to him, “Well, do it with me, screw me, fuckin” bastard, show me what you can do: you see how I want you! What are you waiting for, idiot, I'm all yours! ”And he answered me with a stern look:“ Well, wait a minute, girl: in St. Petersburg you will wait for me, I will show you where the crayfish spend the winter, you will have my cancer all my life, baby "

His wife never let him go from her, nowhere, not for a minute, and his pofigisticheskogo nature was much easier not to argue, less problems. His mood made me even more excited.

Finally, we managed to meet, though - in plain sight, but I will not tell you what kind of conspiracy it cost us. His first words (surprisingly, a year later, I can reproduce everything verbatim) were:

- Are you also from Peter? Will you give the phone? What's your name? I have only five minutes, told my wife that I went to the store:

For some reason, I was not at a loss by the way, calling the name and my St. Petersburg phone, but not forgetting to ask the main question about age:

- Are you 35?

- Do I really look so bad? I'm 32. You can call me to "you."

- Thank you, but I like “you” more.

The second, and the last time in Anapa, we met at the sea, behind the old destroyed ship. Heh, that's funny: he was also very concerned about the question of my age, (as he later said, he was terribly afraid of crime, that I am less than 16. However, when I was without cosmetics, few people gave me more) and he quickly asked: “Well, go to school? ”, in the hope that already graduating class. I cheered him, saying that I was 18 and I was in my first year at university, he was surprised and called me “Wunderkind”, and I corrected him: “Wunder-Kinder-Surprise”: Then we greedily looked at each other and, in anticipation Peter, quickly began to blur in different directions, so that no one suspected anything. Lying in my belly in my lap, I usually swam in a position in which the priest assumes a very characteristic position (for which from the first days I was called by the children from the Naked Booty on the Circle), turning my back on him, I bent a little to the limit of the bikini-exposing G-string bikini, the effect is not forced with!

you wait. For two minutes he was in the same position, with his mouth open, into which his bulging eyes nearly fell, and my sharp turn brought him to a sense. Deeply diving, he disappeared from my sight.

Despite the fact that I had always been hyper-cautious about sex with unfamiliar people, and I had enough time to fight and cope with a strong desire, until I was 120% sure of a person, (The lecture about of any sexually transmitted diseases, I was always too anxious and responsible about my health, and, perhaps, would have committed suicide if something had happened to me), with Him, it was as if I had been replaced, I was ready at the first opportunity , without any problems, drag him anyway where and ibid. meet two of their strongest new l'idee fix: with a sweet, embarrassed smile, zalez up his pants or smiling insolently, spread his legs in front of him. And the impossibility of this while the wife is near, I was just driven to a frenzy.Most likely, I was warmed up by a feeling of comfort and security, that he was, after all, a married man, and he was also quite cautious. And we must pay tribute, it was the most cunning and cautious son of a bitch of all his fellow brethren.

Two weeks passed at the limit.

When I returned to the train home, I was just killed by the thought that he could forget my phone. I was also killed by the fact that, in the same compartment with me, an aunt of immense size was traveling, sick with flatulence, terrorizing the air every 10 minutes. In the daytime, I just did not go into the compartment, but that night hell began. Because of the constant robberies in the trains, the door was tightly blocked for the night, and the window did not open at all, it remained only to fall asleep with a sheet soaked in deodorant wrapped around his head. But the whole dream went where the thought of how much gas could form in such a giant body every time.

Standing in the evening in my car, away from the compartment and endlessly looking out the window, I was ready to sob under the classics of the 80s, the same cassette with which they put on each train, and twist until they lose their pulse. This music, this pop, slowy, will always remind me of the very first discos in my life, of those exciting moments when the girl only has her first strong feelings and desires. It still somehow affects me in a special way, to the extent that sometimes there are tears in the eyes of a song suddenly heard, when I remember the first “lovers”. Now I understand why collections of 60'x, 70'x, etc. are in such a demand in the civilized world.

Ahhh: what then do, because I don’t even know what his name is: how can we then find each other, ahhh, hell: But I was well aware that if I like a person so much, for me there are no hopeless situations, I will get him anyway, or I will not be me.

As it turned out later, in St. Petersburg, he confused the last digits of my phone with a fright, and having got "not there" several times, I decided that I was simply nadinamila.

I was exhausted in anticipation of his call:

Every day without him, waking up and falling asleep, one of my hands instinctively automatically stretched to my chest, and the other below, like imitating his hands on myself, damn it, well, don’t engage in onanism, in the end !! I was already tired of hearing my own moans at every thought of him during those endless days, it was ridiculous to me from myself, and it was an intolerable torment.

Every day, from morning to evening, every second I was overwhelmed with incredible dreams about what we would do when he returned to St. Petersburg and for the first time in my life I would become not a girl, but a mistress.

Hell, I was ready just for everything !!! I have never felt such an awesome freedom of action with anyone. In the driest language, saying: where are we going to do this (everywhere !!!), when (always !!!), under what circumstances (for any !!!), and most importantly to a and ak :: as he just wants: What poses he likes, with what facial expression, with what emotions he will offer me to realize any of his fantasies, or to fulfill mine; how he will resort to me and say "- - So, I have half an hour, baby",: as he will look at the clock, cursing that the dinner is over for a long time and you have to be at the head, or at your wife's house, so that I did not suspect ;: I make up super-short candlelit dinners with a swift dessert; pants;: how I will be naughty and fooling around, constantly pushing him into the paint;: as I call him "dad", what!

the others would not have suspected anything ;: how I come to work for him, and we, again ciphering, are looking for an empty room, utility room, roof, fire escape to do oral sex. The only problem was how to make everything so that this relationship is not too long, so that it does not become attached to me.Thousands of incredible details and details of our upcoming “communication” with me climbed into my head, I ... Read more →