nights outside the window.

- Is there firewood? - I asked, imagining how I would chop them in the dark.

“On the street ...” she whispered, wrapping her cloak around her, “if you want ... you can heat the bath ...” and looked out the window at the blackened, faintly distant silhouette.

“Lay the table, and I am for firewood,” I showed gallantry and went out onto the veranda.

This “summer cottage” disappointed me somewhat. Poverty and disorder literally hit in the eye. Against this background, our age difference bulged out. And I suddenly remembered the wrinkles near her eyes that struck me and seemed there, in the cafe, with such lovely wrinkles. Shaking his head and several times, taking a deep breath, he moved to a darkening bath, judging that where, if not there, I could find firewood for the stove.

I was not mistaken. Near the stick-backed door, the baths were white birch bark with a scattered woodpile. I flung open the door to the bathhouse, looked for the switch and clicked it. Here this trick failed. There was no light. Taking out the smartphone, turned on the flashlight and looked around the room. The dressing room is one and a half to three with a bench standing alone in the corner, a burned and rusty door of the furnace, a pair of nails driven into a wall with a lonely washcloth hanging on one wall. Door handle leading to the washing compartment.

Taking a step, pulled her over. With a slight creak, she opened. The beam of the flashlight, which went round the sink, highlighted two wide benches, set into the walls and adjacent to each other in the corner. On the right, a slightly opened tank of the furnace, flashed with water poured into it. To the left in the corner is a plastic barrel, filled with liquid to the very throat. Another door, I think, to the steam room. "First grade, not marriage ..." - I mumbled and went outside.

Having collected firewood, he returned to the house. Nina confidently and dexterously bothered at the table. Throwing chopped logs at the stove, picked up a newspaper from the window and went in for the stove. When it broke out, went to the bath, taking the remaining sheets of the press. My heart was sad, I wanted to smoke ... And when the flames cheerfully covered the logs gave the first warmth in the dressing room, I squatted down and stared at the reflections of the bewitching fire that lit up the walls and merrily flashed on the ceiling. The sweet smell of smoke caressed the smell, it felt a little better.

Footsteps were heard, and Nina entered the open door. She stood, with her thigh pressed against me. The heat from the growing furnace and the heat of her body soothed.

- Poor, huh? She asked, shivering coldly.

- Is everything so bad? - I asked, without raising my eyes.

- Well ... - she pulled, - not really ... - and, after a pause, she added, - sucks ... Of course ...

Not holding back, but on the other hand, why did we go here? I ran my hand over her knee, climbing between her legs. The hand slowly slid down the thigh with tight tights. A slight moan announced the air, and the body shook. I turned my head to her legs and saw how my hand lifted the hem, sliding between full legs. Nina shifted from one foot to the other and, in a quivering voice with a gasp, said:

- Let's go to the house. It was already warm there. I covered everything, eat and celebrate the meeting ...

I said nothing, squeezing the nylon-slipping thigh with a force, and sighed, stood up.

- Come on ... - I squeezed out, - sit, drink, talk ... - and slapped her on the protruding ass.

—... a contented chuckle was the answer.

* * *

Already sitting at the table and having drunk a couple of glasses of cognac, glaring from the heat waves spread by the rickety oven, I pulled Nina’s body, which became pliable and “daring”, to me. That aching sense of recognition that had been haunting me had disappeared since the meeting. Next to me was an old woman, still beautiful, but a fading woman, in which the features of that Nina looked through. Rather, she was now perceived as the mother of that young woman I knew ... Although, on the other hand, I was no longer the “snotty” student that I was so proud of my adult mistress, and even without any obligations. The feelings that “flared up” in me in the cafe disappeared, melted away like smoke ... The lust and desire of the male to possess a woman belonging to another man remained ... but vaguely reminiscent of an old acquaintance.

- What the heck? - I thought - we are not high school students, and here we came not to watch movies ...

And the body has already performed the usual actions. Lips were kissing everything they could reach, in breaks, speaking "vulgar" platitudes, hands, undoing the collar of her blouse, were already eagerly fumbling, feeling and squeezing their breasts "twisting" their nipples. After a few moans, one hand, with the hem raised, slipped under the belt of the tights and squeezing the vulva through the thin fabric of the panties. And I felt how the agitated flesh was filled with blood and began to smack at my caresses, and a hot, hot stain spread over my panties.

Her hand somehow timidly lay on my crotch and I had to drop everything, helping to unbutton my pants on my pants and release my trembling member with shivering impatience. A long hickey on the lips and a faint whisper:

“Kiss him,” I, pushing Nina, pointed down.

- Him? - She was breathing heavily, having licked her lips in a moment dry.

- Yes! You haven't done it, have you? - I complained, hinting at the old commitment, and not fulfilled by one of the parties.

- Oh really? - flashed her eyes and, hand, slowly walking along the stiffened body, gently pulled the foreskin down, exposing the swollen head almost brown in the twilight. The fingers gently wrapped around the scrotum, squeezing the strained eggs, and her lips imprinted a “chaste” kiss on the very top of the dark shiny head. - So? - she squinted her eyes.

- Let's! - I pressed, on her head pushing the penis right on the lips.

—... - the opened mouth “swallowed up” the proposed, and a brisk hot tongue spun around slippery flesh, licking and caressing the phallus.

- Yes! - I pressed harder, pushing deeper into her mouth cock. Not holding himself up, he made a couple of frictions, rolling his eyes with delight, - that Nina would never have done, that, - pushed away, flashed through her head. - So what? This is not a reason to deny myself desires, I thought.

A little later, having taken pleasure in oral caresses, I pulled aside the already well-dampened fabric of the panties and, after releasing the vulva, I slowly inserted my finger into the defiant, loudly squishing vagina.

- Well, at least here everything remained unchanged, - flashed through my head, - it always flowed like ... from a tap - I smiled at comparison, - although I lie ... before it had a lot of hole already ...

“Yes ...” she moaned, pushing her legs apart, “more ...” she already asked when I slowed down a little, recalling the sensations of that time.

- Do you want? - I grinned, - lift up, - and when she stood up, jerking down the underwear, made her panties and pantyhose slide down to her knees - right? - already two of my fingers penetrated inside and, with a loud smack vigorously moving back and forth.

- Daaaa ... Nuuuuu ...

- Do not Nukai! Not harnessed ... - I smiled to myself and, putting her hand on my dick, and forced me to jerk off, - come on, - I voiced the desired.

She arched, resting her head on the chair and hanging her hips on the edge of the seat.

- Ohhh, - groaned lips, and fingers vigorously slid on the trunk of the dick wet from a saliva.

I stared with interest at such a familiar and at the same time alien face. The eyes are closed, the face is tense, the lips are compressed into a thin line. The humpback of the nose on the sunken face clearly stands out. The air wheezes through its clenched teeth. It was evident that she was on the verge ...

“Let's go,” I said hoarsely with a hint of voice, “let's go to the sofa ...

“Yes ...” Nina sat down heavily, and then stood on her unbending legs.

Taking small steps with a hem hooked on clothes, opening round white buttocks and panties with pantyhose lowered almost to the knees, she moved heavily, almost "crawled" to the sofa. I got up hurrying and holding the falling trousers, I trampled after it. I was bursting with desire, and without waiting for her to lie down, I pushed her forward, causing her stomach to fall on the soft armrest, and immediately leaned on top. A body quivering with tension, with a light sob, plunged into a hot vagina running out of juice. Nina jerked, hissing like a cat, from surprise, or from delight. My thighs rested against tense but soft buttocks and I, firmly established, began to move energetically, sliding my stomach over the bulging blouse. Back and forth, back and forth ... The blood in unison with the movements pounded in the head with sound hammers.Shirt, clinging to the blouse, pulled up, hands clutched at the shoulders. Clenching his fists convulsively, he pulled the blouse and bra straps off his shoulders almost to his elbows. My fingers immediately felt sagging down the chest and clutched at them.

- Yes ... Stronger ... - she squeezed out of herself with difficulty, - squeeze them as hard as you can ...

“Before, she asked to gently stroke them,” I pushed aside, I fixed the changes.

- Nipples squeeze More ... even stronger ... - my partner almost shouted.

- appreciated the rudeness? - I could not resist the studs.

- Yes ... - she did not pay attention to my tone.

The creak of an old couch, heavy breathing, slaps of bare hips on a wet ass filled the room.

“Yes ... yes ... yes ...” she cried, leaning backward, slipping her bare stomach over the plush.

And then she shivered finely and began to twist it. It seemed that every part of the body lives its own life.

“Terrible” orgasm howls alternated with convulsive sighs, and the rhythmic compression of the vagina seemed to “push” the member out of the cozy “mink”. I had to slow down the scope of my movements, as her convulsively compressed knees broke open, knocking off the rhythm, and she herself strove to jump out from under me. I felt like with every push my head “stuck” into the uterus, deforming the flesh, and at the same time Nina jerks convulsively, gritting her teeth. Squeezing his chest, I pulled them down with such force that she screamed, turning into a groan: "It hurts ...".

And I myself was no longer in the “best” form, heavy breathing, jerky jerks and skewed face ... After a minute I became numb, unnaturally arched, jerking convulsively, and finished. Inexpressible feeling of how the eggs pressed to the root of the trunk are emptied, the inner space of the partner is filled. Loud squish and bubbling semen, "crawling from all crevices." The stomach is strained like a terminator, but the most important is a feeling of satisfaction and complete easy freedom from the fulfillment of desire.

After waiting a little, I start chasing away empty cakes, since “my” women usually don’t mind ... getting another “final” orgasm: “Advertising, the engine of commerce. Ten percent (10%) - for free! ". All this did not last long, and after five minutes Nina again began to “warp and twist” in orgasm. She fidgeted beneath me and, sobbing, "moaned" something unintelligible, trying to raise her ass higher, increasing the pressure on the genitals.

- Have you finished? - she croaked with a ripped throat.

- Yes ... - I quite smiled.

- In me? - the question has guarded ...

- Yes, why? Problems? - I was surprised.

- And yes and no ... - I realized that she frowned.

- I have ... - she paused, - the middle of the cycle ... Best days for conception ...

- And? ...

- I do not sleep with my husband! - in syllables she said, - he is punished ...

- In your power to pardon him or “rot in hard labor,” I voiced, “or do you not want a child?” - and added to himself - my child!

- Nuuuu ... - she paused to silence.

- What is it?

- Well ... It is better to squirt ... - she said and tried to get up - let me go! - I heard after meaningless floundering.

“How can you say the princess,” I specifically called her, because she once liked her, “get up, get up, get up!”

- I'll go to the bath. The water should be already warm, ”she said, rising and pulling off her tights and panties,“ don't you want to wash yourself? ” - She nodded, in my direction tucking her dangling dimensionless tits in her bra.

“I want to,” I agreed, and we went out into the night.