Nastya

One evening at the end of February I walked home after class. The day was tense and that would be a little airy, I went home on foot. My wife had been absent from the courses for a week, and I had nowhere to hurry. There was a little frost. It was getting dark. My mood has steadily increased. Good how. Then my attention was attracted by a female figure, about thirty meters away, who was walking towards me. Black trousers. White short fur coat. Red beret. Prikid attracted attention from afar. The woman walked slowly, gently shaking her hips. My glasses were in my pocket, so the brain obligingly drew something I could not see without glasses. Finished and embellished in accordance with my taste. I involuntarily smiled.

As I approached, I was able to consider the subject of my attention. High graceful blonde. Smooth gait confident that they pay attention to her, women. From under a bright red beret, blond hair came out of a golden waterfall and fell cascade over her shoulders. Pretty pretty face. She obviously fascinated me. I began to try it on myself. And although I’m not cold for blondes, I prefer brunettes, this was the case when I combed my hair between my legs at the sight of a blonde girl. As the distance between us narrowed, the girl became more and more attractive and attractive. I just admired her. True perfection. I realized that the princess from among those for whom I did not mind was dragged. Even without sex. Someone she began to remind me. In addition, she smiled, looking at me. I must have had quite an idiotic look. In my thoughts, I already embraced and caressed her, firmly realizing that such a fairy is clearly not for me. But who forbade dreaming.

“Hello, Viktor Nikolaevich,” said the queen, smiling dazzlingly. Strange, how does she know me? I obviously did not meet with her. And then I got through like a shock. Yes, this is Nastya Volgin! Once we studied in college. Eight years ago I graduated. Since then, she has never seen. She and then, a student girl, was attractive, and now turned into a dazzling, beautiful young woman. Straight line of eyebrows over large expressive gray-blue eyes, straight thin nose and small sensual sponges. All this in a frame of magnificent golden hair. Eyes were laughing. On the face a smile from the joy of meeting.

- Hi, Nastya. Frankly, I did not know, you will be rich. You are just dazzling!

- Thank.

- Haven't seen you for a long time. Have you moved somewhere?

- Yes. I, as a married woman, moved to Svetly Yar.

- Kids?

- Yes! Seven son and two daughter.

- Well done. And here, what fate? To visit?

- At the session, and at the same time to Svetka Ponomareva.

- Now to her?

- She's not at home. I call, is not available. Here I am walking for now. If you do not appear, you will have to go to the parents to Altynka. Far away. Do not want.

- And let's go to me if there is time. And you will warm yourself at the same time.

- Come on. You just help me to debug the program. Where is the logical error, I will not find it in any way. We need a fresh look. Not zamylennym.

On that and decided. I took her arm, and we, slowly, moved toward me, chatting about this, about this. Work, children, students. When we went into the apartment, I helped Nastya to undress, accepted a fur coat and led her into the hall. He put on blues music and went to make tea. Returning with a tray, I found her near my watercolors.

- I didn’t know about your hobby.

- This is my childhood, - I said, and invited the guest to the table.

Slowly drank tea, talked. I could not take my eyes off the girl. From the top of her white shirt. Two buttons on the top were unbuttoned, revealing a view of the hollow between her breasts. I understood that there could be nothing between us, the difference in age is too big - twenty years. I knew her father well. And the teacher relationship - the student does not throw it away. But this did not prevent to enjoy it purely visual.The beauty of the lines, the elegance of the movements, the timbre of the voice. I didn’t even want to think that this perfection would be gone soon.

- And look at my program, - the girl got up and went to the computer.

I took tea utensils to the kitchen, and when I entered the hall, Nastya was already sitting at the computer and looking through the program. I approached, and, becoming behind, asked to show the section of the announcement of data. My view from the screen moved to the unbuttoned top of the blouse. From above Nastya breasts were visible much better than from the chair. They beckoned to themselves, I wanted to put my hand in there and touch them. My pisyun became heavy and turned over in his pants. Oh, how I wanted this young and beautiful woman. I asked to show the handler for the “Enter” button and it was useful to correct the program text. At the same time, standing back, I placed both arms around the girl, as if half-hugging her. I leaned over to the screen, while my face was twenty centimeters from Nastya, and I turned my head to her. Our eyes met.

So close these eyes I have never seen. Huge blue lakes of the purest water. I could not take my eyes off them. I was drowning in them. The look of this beautiful young woman attracted me. It clearly read desire. She wanted me! Me? My heart pounded in my chest like a young boy. My hands were on her shoulders. I ran my hands over them, Nastya closed her eyes a little and opened her little mouth. Her beautiful lips opened slightly, as if inviting to a kiss. What I did. As soon as I covered Nastya with my lips, she willingly responded. Our kiss immediately turned into a passionate lingering hickey. It was inconvenient for me to stand in a crooked state, but it was absolutely impossible to break away from those lips and break the kiss. When we finally broke away from each other, breathing heavily, Nastina blouse was unbuttoned, and my hands shoved inside her bra.

I took Nastya on my arms and carried him to the bedroom. Silushka has not left me yet. In the bedroom, I put Nastya on the floor, so that her lips would stick into her. We stood and kissed. Our hands are woven in a fancy way. I undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and took it off. Then he freed the girl's breasts from the captivity of her bra. The boobs turned out to be a decent size, slightly sagging, as befits a woman who has given birth and breastfed. But this circumstance did not at all spoil the beautiful image of this woman. In the meantime, she took off my tie, he was lying there and then on the floor, and was already unbuttoned his shirt. How could I help her in this.

So, both in pants, but with naked torsos, we once again clung to each other. It is much more pleasant to nestle your bare chest to the naked breast of a woman, to stroke her bare back, compared to when both are dressed. Kissing her boobs, I undid her pants and began to pull down. Under them were white warm wool knickers in the form of short shorts.

Rather, it was still a warm mini pants than maxi panties. Molodechik, I thought, takes care of himself. I freed the girl from the trousers and pants, ran my hands up and down the legs covered with tights and pulled the tights down for the elastic. Under the pantyhose were ordinary women's panties. She was not going to date, otherwise I would have shot thongs or tango. Although, such a beauty, will always be attractive, regardless of the dress or shape of panties.

Then Nastya seized the initiative. Unbuttoning my pants, she dragged them down along with the panties of which, almost hitting her in the face, my tense kid jumped out. The girl took it in her mouth and looked at me from below. I took her by the shoulders and lifted up, fell to her mouth with a kiss. Then he took him in his arms again and carried him to bed. Putting it on my back, I fell down on the half-opened lips with a kiss, and covered my chest with my hand. The girl was excited no less than mine. Her chest heaved, and moans came out of her mouth. I moved with kisses down. First beard, ...