A meeting.

Since the end of March, I have been waiting for this meeting. Sometimes, waking up, I almost felt that my wife was next to me. But then the dream flew and reality brought me back to my place, where I was alone. Now it was even difficult to remember how many smaller and larger obstacles we had to overcome in order to make this meeting in St. Petersburg possible. And I didn’t want to think about it anymore, I wanted to plunge into the atmosphere of a holiday, vacation, relaxation and love that awaited me in this wonderful city. Such thoughts swarmed in my head when the plane of the United company was landing at Domodedovo airport. And even the neighbor on the left, who mumbled, either with a mock or proudly, “well, that’s Motherland”, could not distract me from thinking about the upcoming meeting with the woman I loved, who had finally passed from the category of just girls to the legal and beloved spouse.

How is she there, how has she flown, is she bored just like me, is she waiting just like me for this first glance, first embrace, first kiss, first night, after a long separation?

I immediately noticed it when, after passing through passport control, I made my way through the crowd of passengers. From our first meeting, I liked her light, slightly bouncing gait, at which her hips swayed so appetizing. Now, she almost ran towards me, already opening her arms for a hug. Over the past six months, she prettier.

I thought that before she had an almost perfect figure, but, surprisingly, she managed to improve it even more. The calves, peeking out from under short pants, acquired a relief form, hips, were completely occupied by white pants and seemed to be begging outside, and the flat, seductive tummy, which always drove me crazy, now seemed even flatter and appealingly looked out from under the green short blouse, flashing in the center, famously twisted navel. My eyes suddenly slowed down on him, I wildly wanted to kiss him, but at that moment Lena was already in my arms and felt the intoxicating taste of her lips, I forgot everything ...

Moscow.

The restaurant “U Schweik” greeted us with the inviting smell of fresh dumplings, roast pork, sauerkraut and utopienza. Honestly, for half an hour I stopped thinking about how I wanted to caress my beautiful and such sexy wife, and was completely consumed by eating all these Czech national delicacies. However, Lena, apparently, was not as hungry as I was, and from time to time, I felt under the table, as her leg went along mine, slowly, as if inviting me to a sub-table game. Naturally, I could not remain indifferent to such blatant flirtations, and in turn took off the shoe and began to stroke her legs with my foot, rising higher and even once climbed between her thighs and rested her fingers right between the legs, since we sat just opposite each other and the distance allowed. I saw her face turn red at that moment. There was a funny feeling, at the same time, excitement from such under-table caresses and fears that we would be spotted and expelled from the restaurant.

Finally, she looked at me very pointedly and showed with her eyes towards the toilet. I instantly understood what she meant and went to check the possibilities of this room. Much to my chagrin, the toilet turned out to be very small, with poor sound insulation, and even in the passage, and it was clear that we could not retire together there, without the danger of being immediately detected. Our mutual strong excitement and passionate desire to possess each other, again did not find a way out. It remained to wait and hope for some more case.

And so, it seemed to us that such a case presented itself. In the museum on Red Square, going behind a high stand, we finally got to each other. For me, in any case, the world around for a moment ceased to exist.I only saw her calling eyes, and then I felt her persistent tongue penetrate and sink into my mouth. The next moment, my hands were under her green blouse and bra and gently swept her breasts. Even when I was approaching them, I felt the nipples so excited to the limit stick out. Now, when I started stroking them gently, but persistently, she moaned and breathed heavily, leaning her whole body towards me and pressing her pubic against my thigh. She rubbed on my thigh, never for a second stopped kissing me and not letting me come off and kiss her cute nipples sticking out. My hands, meanwhile, penetrated her pants and under her panties, from behind.

I stroked and crushed the elastic buttocks, and was selected to the ass and the girl. She was so wet there! I have never seen her so wet. Finally, my fingers penetrated her, and Tanya began to rub against me with a new force, groaning, arcing her whole body and for a second ceasing to kiss me. I fucked her with my fingers, sticking them into my pussy to the full length and tightly pressing her pubis against my thigh. We were extremely excited! At that moment, I felt she was ready to surrender to me right there, behind this stand. I also barely restrained myself so as not to rip off my pants and her pants and not fuck her right there and now ...

And suddenly, at this very climax, when we were both approaching orgasm, a loud bell rang, located just above the place where we were standing, announcing that the museum work day was over and everyone had to leave the building. All around suddenly began to fuss, the guides began to gather, and the people moved to the exits. I don't know what kind of power made us break away from each other. I personally have never experienced such a breakup, but it was clear that we could not finish here, and if we continue to hide, we risk staying in the museum for the night. And although this was a tempting thought, such a turn was not included in our plans, because the October station and the train to St. Petersburg were waiting for us at 22:30. “Maybe it will succeed there,” a crazy thought flashed through me and I suddenly regretted that I had not bought tickets to the CB car. Lena, too, suddenly relaxed, slowly pulled away from me and began to straighten disheveled clothes and hair. A few minutes later we joined a friendly, crowding crowd of tourists leaving the museum. We left and disappointed and at the same time carrying away vivid memories of the minutes spent behind the stand, which filled up our piggy bank of sexual adventures.