I was waiting for him. And then the intercom rang.

- Who's there?

- Hi it's me...

- Come on in.

The button is pressed, a sharp meowing sound indicates that the door of the entrance is open. I unlock the door and step back. Climbing up close is just one short flight to the first floor, and in a few seconds, He enters the door of my apartment.

- Hello. - He says calmly and even somehow detachedly.

I maintain this neutral tone, but I add a smile:

- Hello...

He takes off his cap, hangs his jacket in the closet ... then he comes right up to me and kisses ... I close my eyes and give it up for a kiss ... I hug his shoulders, he presses ... I want to feel him all ... I miss ! I know that he does not close his eyes and, if I open my own, I will see his attentive, studying, eyeing for the slightest changes look. But I will not open my eyes - I love him so much. I feel a sigh through the kiss: as if the weary traveler has finally returned home. I know that he will not say anything ... I am glad to this sigh. I have long been wet downstairs and he knows it, but not in a hurry ... never in a hurry.

When the kiss is over, we go to the kitchen. He sits down at the table and talks about something that happens at work ... something about politics ... about difficulties ... about relations with the new boss, whose place he already considered almost his ... he never talks about family, never talks about what he feels - only about actions, events around. I support the conversation, listen, insert replicas ... and quickly construct a dinner (salad, meat), set the table, sit opposite. We have dinner ... He continues to tell, I continue to listen ...

- Well, let's go to the bathroom?

- Yeah - I nod

He goes into the room and quickly undresses, everything is clear, without unnecessary movements. Here's a shower in the bathroom ... I also take off my clothes and join him. He takes the soap, soaping me gently and gently ... there is a half smile on his face, and his eyes are still attentive, attentive, tenacious and ... gentle. Hands slide over my body ... his hands ... my hands ... My - more familiar, I almost do not feel them ... His - hard and affectionate, tough and sensitive ... men, such Men! He likes to wash me, and I like when he washes me ... every piece of my body, right up to my toes ... I hold out my last strength, my legs get weaker, I want to lie down, give myself up to my hands ... but in the bathroom especially you do not lie ... And then his hand slides between my legs, where the legs meet ... the hand is almost not soapy, but it still slides, almost without touching the skin - there is so much lubrication that it already has an internal one part of the hips. I feel his hand, my legs diverge to the sides, bend at the knees, I crouch ... without even giving myself a report on this ... I am almost gone, my eyes become muddy ...

- Do not faint - he smiles.

He likes the way I react, he's excited too. His penis is not just standing, not the first drop of male lubricant is already running down the head, on the face is not just a half smile - pleasure ... I stretch my heavy hand and take his penis in the palm. Hot, resilient, trembling ... and his hips involuntarily move towards me, my hand slides below, palm covers a neat, taut scrotum, fingers squeeze balls rolling under it. My favorite stops, even breathing stops for a few seconds. His hand is still between my legs, with the edge of his hand, he slides strongly along my crotch, and the thumb is comfortably seated in the depths ... A shiver starts to beat me, a long moan breaks from my lips ... I continue to caress my favorite member with my other hand I clasp His torso and press with all my strength, my thighs are strongly compressed, helping his hand to penetrate deeper ... I really almost faint ... before my eyes fog, inside - a hot wave, she flooded my head, I can not think about nothing ... a ringing emptiness in my head ... after a few seconds, I freeze, still tightly pressed to his beloved ...and now I hear the sound of flowing water, I feel the spray of a hot shower, and even through closed eyelids I see him smiling.

When I let him go, he washes me in the shower. I also wash him and wash him, when he turns his back, I kiss him in the hollow between the shoulder blades. I love to feel it all parts of my body. Then we wipe each other: he is carefully and gently, I am strong and energetic (he likes it better) and we go to bed ... it was just a prelude ... Lord, how I want it! I want to believe that he wants me no less ...