It happened recently. One night I was sitting on the watch of one of the research institutes of our City. I looked at the telly, it was good; sipped gulls ... He pressed me to the toilet. He got up and went to the razvalochka in the institution, the night is long - there is no hurry. Having taken care of the need, he went out of our toilet and threw a glance opposite. There was a female toilet.

There is something in it - go to the female toilet. After hesitating a little, I remembered one feature, as the youth now says. “Wandering” on Internet bulletin boards suddenly came across this: “I suck a big clit for free. It is desirable in the district not m. N-sky ... "So, right and austerely. It worried me. No, I have no clitoris! But, let's say, I am also an amateur, only I almost never really saw the clitoris. I did not have many women, and no matter how I looked for my wife, I did not find anything larger than a grain of millet. I do not have constant access to the Network and I could not give such announcements and, looking at the door of the women's toilet, I decided:

"I will go my own way." Throwing open the door and turning on the light, I entered, walking across it to the booths. Opening the door of one of the medium open, I was surprised to find on it from the inside graffiti of a sexual nature, mostly members like skyscrapers, and inscriptions like “Svetka - fool”. I took a pen out of my pocket and wrote it in a prominent place: “Announcement # 435. Posos big clit. Peas not to offer ... "and your pager. Why 435 - I do not know. The caprice of the artist, as the unforgettable Ostap Ibrahimovic Bender would say ...

Two weeks have passed and I have already forgotten about my prank, especially since the friend I replaced on the watch recovered and I led my normal life - “rat race”, when the needs always exceed the possibilities. One evening the pager was shaken.

“Again, currency quotes, probably,” I said angrily. Looking at the screen I was stunned. There was such an inscription: “According to announcement No. 435 ...” and a telephone. Judging by the number, the other end of the City.

- What is it? - asked wife from another room.

- They are the most! I have already erased them. - I said a little while later.

I rewrote the phone in a notebook, and deleted the message. Adrenaline hit the blood slightly, because it is necessary to somehow call. My wife noticed right away, 10 years of living together - not a pound of raisins.

- What are you, some not? I mumbled something in response, she shrugged her shoulders, did not begin to try, and returned to her troubles.

I called the next day from work. A female voice answered me. “A good sign!” - I thought, - “but what if man’s?”

- I received your phone number on the pager regarding ad number 435 ...

“I sent him.” Come, I have what you are looking for.

- You?

- Yes.

- And when? - I asked.

“Any evening after seven.”

- How about today?

- You are welcome! - and called her address.

Having said goodbye, I called home and put some crap about my wife’s meeting at the Railway Station for some detached person and helping him with his luggage and check-in. Having a very solid deposit in a bank called “Loyalty”, I was sure that my wife would not suspect anything.

Shaking in a tram car, I imagined all the way how everything will be, how then I won't laze out on some blond hair, etc. After all, it was a betrayal, albeit a physical one, but still a betrayal. Adrenaline played ...

The door was opened to me by a large, half a head taller than me, a woman of 40 years. Not to say that she is a beauty, but also not ugly. I would pass by without even looking back.

- Come on in. She said, pulling away, letting me come in.

I entered. She closed the door and looked at me somehow knowingly - mockingly.

- small. Nina.

- Andrew. Come on you.

- Come on.

There was no trace of the man’s permanent presence in the hallway. Taking off my coat and boots, I walked, obeying her gesture, into a single room. The decoration was not rich and, again, without men's belongings a la razor, etc.A coffee table stood in front of a low sofa with rolls. "Like a movie!" - I thought, looking at some simple snacks and a bottle of vodka that stood in the middle.

- Help yourself, come back from work ...

- And you?

- Perhaps, I will move the pile.

They waved, ate. "How to start something?" - I thought. Then she got up and approached me. I also got up and turned to her.

“First you have to make sure I'm a woman.” She said, looking me straight in the eyes. And, without waiting for any answer, she began to untie the belt of the robe she was wearing. I was waiting. The belt fell to the floor and she slowly spread the floors. She stood close and my eyes appeared a decent-sized, slightly sagging breasts, the usual female breasts with pimply alveoli around dark nipples.

- Well, make sure. - she said, raising with both hands a breast higher. Internally, with my fingers, I stroked the nipple with my fingertips, twirled it slightly back and forth, realizing what she wanted to convince me of. The nipple soon swelled, hardened, and wrinkled. Everything is as usual. “She thinks I can find her a man!” Really !!! ". My little friend, a little vodka, awoke from the manipulations.

- And now sit down! - I sat on a low sofa. Between the spread of the floor, the dressing gowns were white right in front of my face, uncomplicated panties, bulging down below with two elevations - one above the other. The upper form repeated the pubic hair that did not know the razor, because some of them were treacherously and so excitingly looking for me on the sides of the panties, lying down on my legs. But the bottom confused me. Such a thing could cause only small sizes of an unbalanced penis extending into the crotch.

“Take them off,” she asked, and moved close, standing between my ruts. "Come what may! Let the transvestite! ”- I thought, recalling my homosexual experience in a pioneer camp, and began to pull underpants, first from the buttocks, and then from the stomach. I pulled slowly. Here began to jump and straighten brown hair. My cock tightened, the first bump passed, then my eyes began to open a vertical slot, thickly covered with hair, then a hood appeared in it and finally a member. Otherwise, it can not be called. Dark, wrinkled, hanging, with characteristic skin folds around a semi-nude pink head. I stopped and looked closer. It was 8 centimeters long and thicker than my thumb. No - not a member, like, but not him. She suddenly bent down and, dropping the panties to the floor, straightened.

- Well, touch it, make sure! “I took it and lifted it, it is - there are no holes!" I found it! "- flashed in my head. I lifted it higher and leaned against the hair. And there was no thin leathery strip below, only almost at its root, on the sides two folds of small labia, which with a quick glance could have gone beyond the scrotum, retreated down into two large folds. "So I don’t go to the common bath ..." she said. Then my inclinations woke up in me. in their mouths! "- letting him go, I said and sat on the wall on a roller sofa." Sit better on the floor. "I sat down and leaned behind her neck to the wall. She took off her dressing gown and went to a tight one. Her clit looked down, but it seemed to me that he had somehow increased, the slug straightened and turned pink.

She put her foot on top of my shoulder on the cushion of the sofa that was standing next to me, and running her left hand under the back of my head, started to jerk with my right hand, namely to jerk my clit. I looked straight ahead. The pink spherical head of the clitoris disappeared in the folds, I would say, of the foreskin, and protruded, becoming shiny from tension. Suddenly Nina stopped. “Come on for now.” I heard and she put it on my lips. I felt his weight. He smelled nothing, although I could feel the characteristic, tickling my stomach from the inside, the smell of her vagina.

Half open my mouth, I began to feel it with my lips, but she leaned forward, pushed it completely into my mouth and remained in that position. He curled up in my mouth with a bagel.I began to do the language serpentine movements, her clitoris, soft, moved freely, winding in a half-turn on the tongue. It was divine. Her pubic hair tickled my nose, my hands stroked her buttocks and she began to react. I immediately felt it, the clitoris slowly ceased to obey the movements of my tongue, the wrinkles on it disappeared and it no longer fit in my mouth.

She began to pull away, the clit got fat and straightened right in my mouth. She moved back, pulling him out completely. He stood, yes, he stood! The hood at its base stretched, its trunk turned smooth pink and glistened with my saliva. “Did you watch enough? How are you? ”-“ Awesome, ”I whispered. She took it again in the hand at the root and swayed it to my lips. I opened them and she began to drive on them with her clitoris from side to side, tapping her nose and cheeks. Although he was standing, he was not as hard as a stone, but had a pleasant elasticity, his trunk repeated the movements of her hand, effectively bending, with a slight delay.

She turned his head around my nose, and when he sometimes touched my lips I felt his pleasant mass and inertia. She put it in my mouth again, now I just sucked it, like I used to have in my friend’s pioneer camp, but now there were very different feelings. She, having released it, began to do rhythmic frictions, it was something fantastic in my sensations. I groped my horse free, he trembled with tension. Yes!

She had me, as I asked her. There was of course something masculine about it, perhaps my feminine principle wanted it, but my flesh sang. Her frictions accelerated, she released my head. I looked up. The belly, the rocking breasts, the tilted chin are a wonderful picture. Her movements became faster, faster, and suddenly she groaned, pressed me to the wall with her pubis. I felt the entire length of her clitoris with my most sensitive place - my mouth.

I even felt his twitching. He began to fall. I was starting to suck it, but the nature was inexorable. She leaned back, I let him out, stroking both hands on the leg on which she stood. On the inside, her leg was wet from the juice that she exuded. I licked it. She lowered her leg off the roller and sat down on the sofa, looked at my farm. Smiling and referring to him, Nina said: “What, does the landlord prevent you from working? It will come to you too! ”I got up, took off all my clothes and sat on the sofa. “One more?” She asked.

“Come on!” I agreed. We drank, ate. “Now let's do it!” She said cheerfully, and standing in front of the sofa, where I was sitting on my knees, leaned over my fallen “friend”. But that's another story.