A little background ... As is often the case, we met in the summer on the sea, on the last day of my holiday. Oksanke turned slightly over thirty, was about 170 years old, and had blond hair a little lower than her shoulders, slightly thin, but without an extreme. Acute facial features, but the expression is pleasant and inviting. Burning seductive brown eyes, sparkling mischievous gaze hiding under a waterfall of passion, temptation and rabid sexual temperament, as it turned out later. It all happened right away, on the first night of the acquaintance: the stars, the atmosphere in the club and a certain amount of alcohol decided this. Of course, there were some small obstacles on her part, but in the end everything turned out well. And, frankly, from that night I did not have any special memories. Sex is like sex. But what happened afterwards, during our meetings in Moscow, is a separate song.

Oksanka lived in St. Petersburg. Permanent relationships in this situation were not possible, and no one put it at the forefront. We were interested in unbridled passion and sexual experiments during her visits to the capital, which I arranged, inviting her to stay for a couple of days. Of course, this time was spent, for the most part, in bed, with breaks for food, movies and sleep. One of her visits was nearing, and I, of course, was in a weary, but joyful expectation ...

I met Oxy at the airport, with a businesslike glance at her: as always, a great, seasoned make-up, lightly toasty skin (from a recent stay in a tanning salon), good manicure, styling. Everything as I love. And for her it is not too troublesome, given the work in the beauty salon. In the clothes everything is calm and without inflection: stylish jeans in tight fittings, cute ankle boots, black turtleneck, coat just above the knees. Having met our glances, we smile, and in my head she immediately finds herself without clothes and not at all in the airport arrival zone. I hold her close, not forgetting to grab her ass with one hand, and we kiss on the lips. Calmly, measured and without animal passion - just in these matters I do not like the audience. We sit in the car, and immediately merge into the real deepest hickey, intensively exchanging saliva, languor and thoughts about sex, almost biting and scratching each other’s teeth. Our bodies really miss each other! But it's time to go. On the way I order food.

Once home, we kiss sweetly again, we pound, caress each other through clothes. I feel the outlines of her bra, pleasantly realizing that behind her is hidden a gentle small breast with swollen and sticking out nipples, which I have no doubt about. Then I slowly go below with my hand, massaging her tummy, and then even lower, between my legs, deliberately making efforts in the place where my treasured crack is pulsing behind the tangible protection of jeans and panties. And I know for sure that she was shaved perfectly smoothly, and that careful epilation of the bikini area took place the day before before departure (again, thanks to the beauty salon and the habit of looking after myself). But, despite the hot hugs, for some reason I don’t have a desire to immediately tear off her clothes, throw them down on the floor in the hallway, quickly unbutton my jeans and drive the dick into her soothing womb, bending the strip of panties. On the contrary, I want to enjoy the moment without haste.

So I calmly interrupt, hang up her clothes, invite you to the kitchen. There, over a glass of wine and sushi, we have a wonderful talk about different nonsense: about business, work, life and so on. There is no sense of loss of time, everything goes to bed, but a good bright and understandable road. Having drunk a little, I get up from the table, walk up to her and bend down to kiss, or rather, a powerful and passionate aspiration. Every second the degree of emotion is heating up. Oxy catches my signal without further ado, also gets up, without removing the tongue from my mouth, we firmly hold each other.My hands wander through the body, I repeat my movements - now I push my chest more firmly and press it between my legs, as if I want to put a piece of jeans and panties into her languid vagina. How warm it is between her legs - I feel the heat from my pussy even through thick clothes and this thought adds even more drive. Feeling it, she stretches her legs a little and presses mine with her hand, letting me know: “Push harder, keep on and do not think to stop, even if everything gets wet through!”. Her hand, too, does not miss - she has long been massaging my dick through clothes, more and more trying to unzip the zipper, get into the pants and get hold of my tool fully.

But she is patient, and we, joining in our arms, smoothly move into the bedroom. The bed is already spread, fresh linen, dim light. There are no rose petals, burning candles and disposing music - all this romantic veil is very good, but in a certain situation. We have other tasks and goals with Oxy: there is no need to surprise anyone, here you just need to surrender to sex in a comfortable atmosphere - naturally, without too much entourage, without constraints and complexes, completely and completely.

We begin to undress each other, again calmly, without fuss, savoring every movement. I break away from her lips, gently helping to pull a turtleneck. And I carefully watch each micro-episode: the belly is slightly bare, then an elegant flesh-colored bra appears, first the lower part, and then the calyx, in which the outlines of a small breast are clearly visible. And if you look a little above, then you can see two swollen pink nipples. They are a bit unsymmetrical (one is slightly more than the other), but in this case it is a beautiful highlight, a unique feature of the female body. At some point, our eyes meet, a slight playful smile appears almost at the same time with her and me, which means that we are on the right track.

Next turn for jeans. They fit tightly slender high legs, so I do not want to shoot them roughly and quickly, stupidly turning inside out. I want to do it neatly and gallantly. She lowers her waist a bit to make it easier for me. And, of course, a strip of tender strings immediately opened, whipping up my already inflamed imagination. I take her leg and gently pull over the edge - first one leg, then the other, until the jeans do not fall to the floor, exposing the whole flexible camp of my girlfriend. I specifically ask her to rise, just to enjoy the beauty, elegance of the forms and lines of the female body. For me personally, this is in itself a great fetish. But underwear deserves special attention. Just before sex, when you two, in sweet anticipation, the feelings are exacerbated and several strips of fabric separate you from coitus - it is at such moments that the creations of lingerie designers are perceived by me with particular delight and trepidation! These gentle and soft, or daring and refined, attracting, calling, screaming, completely killing your brain and screwing the blood into the cavernous body of the penis thongs, tangi, bikinis and bras can crush the universe and turn the world of any man, no matter how indifferent and tasteless was not!

Oksanka is standing at full height, straightens her hair a little, a slight smile and a mischievous look are constantly playing on her face. I undress, also remaining only in underwear, I come close, I feel how from her pleasantly blows warmth and desire, mixed with the subtle and so it goes the smell of perfume. I gently unbutton the little one, and the cups, finally, completely release the neat tits, just under my palm - no more, no less. Nipples hard and swollen, in full readiness to feel the new touch. And I do not deprive them of this pleasure. I set my girlfriend on the bed and, for a start, I simply spend my middle finger on one chest, then on the other.I touch the nipple and feel how this little piece of flesh with thousands of receptors responds confidently to my actions. I begin to rotate my finger around the nipple, it hardens even more. In the meantime, I do not forget about the second tit. My lips are already moistening the nipple and in the course are simple movements of the tongue. His tip, I feel all the roughness and unevenness of this ...