After a couple of days, the chief assistant whispered me an entertaining story. In short, he asked the steel lady to send him one of the new girls in the evening. So said:

- Tamara Albertovna, I have that redhead over there.

But he received a categorical refusal. This has never happened before.

- But why? - sincerely surprised senior officer.

- I haven't fucked her myself yet! - the steel lady snapped and looked so that the poor senior assistant jumped away from her.

And I still did not give rest to the conversation with Masha and Dasha then, in my cabin. I was convinced that our headmistress is a complete lesbian. Although the girls unanimously denied this. And since the steel lady adored making obscene conversations, which often confused me, I finally decided to ask her directly. Somehow after dinner we were alone with her at the table. Without any preparation, I asked her my question. She was not at all embarrassed, leaned on the table, coquettishly with her fists on her cheeks, and, dreamily rolling her eyes, gave out:

- I still can not decide what I like more: when a man fucks me, or when I fuck a woman.

Her answer shocked me. After that, I never pestered her with such questions.

And she worked on the ship that she wanted. Her theory that men should not have excess sperm in their eggs to be tame and obedient worked. I should have done a global check a long time ago in all its management, but, in truth, I could not do it. First very tired in the service. And then, after the tidy in my cabin, I became somehow devastated. She treated all her arts with all absorbing apathy. I just didn't give a damn.

Once, on one of the holidays, which were periodically arranged for passengers, when the fun was in full swing, she approached me.

- Who would you like to see today? - smiling, she sang coyly. She recently stopped me altogether.

hesitate and sometimes behaved defiantly.

- you! - I roughly cut off, unsuccessfully joking. She was not embarrassed. With a charming smile she shrugged and walked away.

I, as required by the presence of the captain here, stood a little longer

and retired. Slowly walked around the ship. Having fun on all decks. He climbed the bridge, checked the watch service. Everything was in order. Being pleased with everyone, I went to my room.

Having opened the door of my cabin, I was taken aback ... The table in the living room was beautifully served with fruits and sweets. Candles burned, reflected in wine bottles and wine glasses. And over all of this Tamara Albertovna was busy. She was dressed, somehow strange. She was wearing a thick terry robe below the knees, tied with a belt and brightly red, of course high-heeled shoes.

Seeing me, she left her troubles and leaned in a low curtsy, modestly lowering her head and covering her eyes with her long eyelashes. So it froze. At the same time, the floors of the dressing gown differed slightly, showing that there was nothing under it. Dumbfounded, I stood, unable to move. And she, as she sat in a curtsy, and froze. Finally, I woke up. He closed the door and went to her. She continued to stand before me, bowing modestly. I hugged her, forcing her to rise. At the same time, the belt was weakened, and the dressing gown, somehow by itself, crawled from her shoulders. I hesitated for a second.

“I’m already an adult girl,” she sang in a low, deep voice, helping to free herself from clothes. I threw a robe over the back of the chair. She stood before me completely nude. My height is above average. But on her heels she was on par with me. And so it stood eyes in the eye, burning me with piercing eyes.In her huge dark eyes, there was no trace of the feigned modesty. They glowed and sparkled with slyness. Yes! They really could drown.

“I ask you to come to the table,” she led her hand gracefully.

Probably, it is incredible to imagine such a picture when a man in full uniform, buttoned, is alone with a charming lady. And the lady is absolutely naked. At the same time, he is not only not confused, but simply does not notice this.

Tamara Albertovna turned out to be a very educated and intelligent person, and the interlocutor was absolutely amazing. We drank wine, joked, chatted about everything.

Everything inside me was getting cold when she reached for something, and her heavy breasts hung above the table, swaying. Or when she rose, and in front of me played her charming, overgrown with black hairs, pubis. And when she walked around the cabin, I just exhausted, watching her wide hips move. If she laughed, then her nipples fervently jumped up and down, and it was impossible to take their eyes off them. Apparently, she felt that she was creating and cultivating with me even more, seductively flirting.

I was afraid that I would end up from over-excitement just like that, sitting in a chair. We had to do something. I got up and turned on the tape recorder. Cabin filled with quiet music. I approached her, straightened his tie and bowed his head, inviting him to dance. She smiled languidly, rose from her chair, and spreading her arms wide to the side, crouched low in a curtsy. At the same time, her heavy breasts swung so weightily that I was pounding in my temples.

We danced not for long. Yes, and how long it was possible to withstand such sweet flour, when she, clinging to my chest with her bare nipples, hugged me, twisting the hair on the back of my head. Kissing in the ear, doused with hot breath.

While dancing, I began to push her toward the bed until she had her back to her. With such a woman it was impossible to be rude. I carefully put her on the bed. And then gently, quietly pressing on the shoulders, forced to lie down. Straightening sharply, I nervously began to tear off my clothes. And she, lying on her back, stirred, moved, settling herself more comfortably.

Dropping my clothes, I fell on my knees in front of her. Barely touching the inside of her thighs, she slid her palms up along her legs, pushing them apart. She lay before me all open and accessible. I stroked her belly, thighs, at the same time approaching the most cherished. And so I touched the tongue of her sexual lips. She was already running out of moisture. I explored the outer lips with my tongue, then I got to the inner ones. My tongue measured its internal depth for a very long time. For a very long time, until I greedily dug my lips into her clit. I didn't even caress him. I just sucked greedily. Everything. Waiting longer was unbearable. I pulled away from her and sat up. She lay, arms spread wide, eyes half-closed and breathing intermittently. Her cheeks were burning. I sent my penis with my hand and slowly began to enter it. She was all there. Even began to breathe more quietly. But at some point she fell and shuddered to meet me. I pressed my belly against her elastic belly with all my might. She cried utterly and pushed her hips. I grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulders, continuing to intensify the jolts. She shook her head from side to side, scattering her hair.

I just buried in it. She responded sensitively to my every move. I gently stroked, clinging to me, slender, slightly plump legs, lying on my shoulders, Red shoes jumping up and down, touching my earlobes. She screamed, broke, gasped. I was already close to orgasm, when I still found the strength to stop myself.

With a jerk coming out of her, I turned her over on her stomach, took her legs by the legs and pulled at myself. Her legs fell off the bed.

She stood with cancer, lying on her stomach, and kneeling on the carpet. In one motion, I sharply spread her legs wider and again entered her. Strongly entered, pushing her back with both palms.

As it is not strange at such a moment of the narration, here again it is necessary to make some digression.Many years ago, when I was still navigating the seas as a navigator, our steamer was in Bombay. Stood for more than a month. And I met my classmate there. He worked in trade mission in India. And then he dragged me to a religious institution for Indian priestesses of love. And, simply, to the temple ...