“And nevertheless this redhead is definitely definitely looking at me like that,” I thought, raising a glass for another toast. The feast was in full swing, there was noisy merriment in the room, and no one, of course, paid attention to what glances Lyudmila, who had been drunk, cast in my direction. I was not mentally prepared for flirting with a woman who was clearly twice as old as myself, but in this impudent Luda there was a special highlight.

The atmosphere was becoming more and more relaxed, and conversations at the table gradually shifted to rather frivolous topics, unthinkable for being sober in this generally rather conservative company. When the conversation at the table touched upon the question whether real friendship between a man and a woman is possible, I said that in my opinion, this is real only if there was already or intimate intimacy between them. The only one who supported me was Lyudmila, and she deserved a mocking reproachful glance from her neighbor in the dacha. When the table talk went away on other topics, Luda leaned over to me and asked quietly, smiling with brightly colored lips:

- Want to make friends with me?

The hint was obvious and I decided: we had to go all-in, and then we'll see how it ended. In the end, I, too, was pretty drunk.

A small digression: it was in the summer of '96 in one holiday village in the Leningrad Region. I was then 23 years old, and I came to visit my friend, a former classmate, to spend free weeks for a couple of weeks. At the very end of my short vacation, my friend decided to go fishing with his friends for a few days. Of course, I, too, was invited, but, unfortunately (or fortunately?), I caught a little cold the day before and had to stay. And then just to the mistress of the house, my friend's mother, old friends from St. Petersburg came out. They organized a chic table, a local moonshine and a snack in full, in general, a real Russian provincial feast. Friends from neighboring dachas came up (one of them was Lyudmila), and, as they say, it started:

This “extraordinary” festival was mainly attended by people much older than me, the teenage daughter of one of the invitees does not count. Guests came and went, and the feast went on as usual. Gradually, Lyudmila and I began to talk together, she moved closer to me, ignoring mocking glances. She looked no less than forty (it later turned out - 47!), But she looked amazing, and most importantly, she had the charm of a mature, “juicy” woman who had seen a lot in life. Noticeable fullness, but without loss of form, fiery-red, natural hair, VERY big breasts that a free denim jumpsuit could not hide. In general, she looked bright, catchy, immediately attracted attention.

I was immediately pleasantly surprised that she did not talk to me as a boy, but rather, on the contrary, behaved like a playful girl, flirting with a man. Our conversation did not concern the banalities like "about the weather and about what is in fashion", it was a light, elegant picking with mutual barbs. Suddenly, she told me about her husband, said that this is an insignificant little man, for whom she had long since left “on the fly”, and now she lives with him only because of the children. I, enraged by her frankness, and, most of all, drunk with a vigorous moonshine, asked if he was satisfied with her even in bed. She, looking me straight in the eye, answered that very few people are satisfied with her in sex. I poured the next portion of myself and her, and going to you, joked something like "appeal, if that, to me, do not be shy." Lyudmila tipped over a glass and - this is what I did not expect right away! - took my hand and put it to her full thigh.

I, frankly, was a little dumbfounded. It became clear that this adult woman is ready to surrender to me even now. My hand moved higher and was between her legs.It was something involuntary, I just felt through the thick denim fabric the warmth of her body and the hand somehow went up by itself. Of course, she was too dressed to be able to get to her crack, and the people around her, but the feeling was real intimacy. Luda began to fidget slightly on the chair and rub against my hand.

Missing further details - I'm sorry, reader! - in short, we were wound up to the limit. It is quite possible that someone of those present noticed this, but we were already not thinking. I sat and wondered what to do next, how Luda leaned over to me and chirped:

- Listen, I really want Jazz-sleep :, - she almost hesitated, - wee-wee. Walk me somewhere, otherwise I seem to be bursting.

This was said in a completely carefree tone, and I immediately realized that she had just come up with an excuse to go out and retire somewhere with me. I got up and left the house, supposedly to smoke in the fresh air. I was already smoking the second when she finally appeared on the porch, also with a lit cigarette. It was a warm August evening, almost dark. Without saying a word, we went behind the house, into the thickets of some berries, where it was already completely dark. Standing back to me, Luda began to take off her jumpsuit, and then I firmly hugged her from behind. One hand plunged into the flesh of its huge breasts, and the second, slipping on a warm belly, snuck under the half-let-out jumpsuit. The elastic on her panties was pretty tight and when my hand squeezed under her, she suddenly started all over and whispered:

“Oh, just don't push urine like that, please.”

- But maybe you go first then: Do you really want to write? - I was surprised.

- I want you, you fool! - she abruptly turned to face me and covered my mouth with a hot kiss.

My fingers penetrated between her legs and plunged into the hot moisture between the labia. Lyudmila, at once, went limp and slightly spread her full thighs, giving me the opportunity to examine her gap by touch. We fiercely kissed, she devoured my lips with her predatory, demanding mouth, and her vagina literally was running out of grease.

“That's all, I can't take it anymore,” she breathed, suddenly pulling away. She got up on all fours, turned around to my booty, and finally let down the jumpsuit. In the dark were visible weighty thighs and immense, covered with white shorts ass. Luda was much more complete than she looked in clothes. I did not expect it from myself, but I was incredibly excited by this spectacle. I leaned toward her and began to slowly pull off her panties, but she eagerly wagged her hips, obviously inviting me to enter soon.

Her labia were as plump as her whole body. My dick almost half plunged into the crevice between them, flooded with hot grease, before he buried himself in the entrance to the vagina. I was confused for a few moments, because I could not immediately enter - the muscles at the entrance were tightly compressed. Then Luda abruptly leaned towards me, hissing: “come on, die, I want to piss,” and my dick slipped inside. It was very crowded, and the bottom wall was as tight as a ball. I realized that this was due to a full bladder. She squealed slightly through clenched teeth with each blow of my cock, and I was afraid that she might not hold back and cry out loudly. Consciousness of such a possibility did not allow me to really relax and for a long time I could not finish. But Lyudmila podmahivala all the stronger, and finally I splashed out in her hot inside.

Feeling that I had finished, she immediately pulled away, my cock went out, and I sat on the grass next to her. Luda stood on all fours for a while and, getting up on her feet, quickly pulled up her panties, straightened her bra, and began to busily dress in overalls. I also adjusted the clothes and we returned to the porch, lit a cigarette. For some time they stood silently, and I tried to make out the expression on her face. Still, I could not resist:

- Lud, and how to pee?

“I can endure forever,” she smiled.