At the time of our virtual dating in the summer of 2008, believing in the Mambov profile, I was sure that I was older than Zalina. Only last year, hitting by chance on her real account in another social. network and making sure that it is, I learned that she had exchanged fifty dollars, and it means that she was 5 years older than me. However, this did not affect my perception of both the past and the current communication.

So, the end of the summer of 2008. Mamba. Acquaintance. Conversations via computer (a little later, in the fall, and through the phone). About local and federal authorities. About athletes and artists. About cooking and travel. About children and schools. About families and national traditions. The fact that led a middle-aged, in general, a woman on a dating site, and what makes her stay there, stubbornly fighting off the pesky youngsters. The situation is truly amazing (although not infrequent): she married early and gave birth to three children (from the eldest daughter-in-law just at that time she was expecting her first grandson, and the youngest daughter was a high school girl), having spent her entire adult life an impeccably faithful wife, Zalina suddenly wanted to have a lover (absolutely not considering the question of divorce from her husband) and try, and how is it - to have sex with another man, not a spouse. And as I understood, the stumbling block in the implementation of this thought was not at all a question of moral determination (apparently, for herself she had already made a decision and managed to spend several rounds of internal struggle between emotions and mind). When our conversations became a little more frank, she admitted that the main question for her was a guarantee of confidentiality. She lived in a small town in which every sneeze became public, she did not have business trips, had a rest with her husband or children, she did not have a distinct legend for traveling alone, without her friends or relatives, to major cities in our region.

And then I offered her my plan to address this issue, which, after discussion and minimal adjustments, was approved by her. Fortunately, I was just preparing my autumn parade of 2008, and it was not difficult to go to her town, take Zalina with me to Ems, and bring her back after the meeting.

The place of our first meeting alive (according to her clarifications, because I did not care) was assigned parking near the inconspicuous hozmaga at maximum distance from the quarter where she lived. It was midday, and I waited a lot for her, managed to smoke and buy something at this store, but after calling, I made sure that she was going and was about to be, and was not turning the “dynamo” option.

Zalina turned out to be of medium height, white-faced and brown-eyed brown-haired, with wavy hair up to her shoulders, not thin and not fat, but slightly plump, especially attracted to the man’s gaze a solid bust, despite the very modest cut knitted dress, designed to deflect rather than attract the eye. What is remarkable, I didn’t say that it was full of a chock full of shopping bag.

“Thought what I would do if you didn't wait and leave?” - her first sentence after exchanging greetings and starting off.
- What are you talking about, Zalina? - I am amused. - I myself called you and said that I was waiting.
- You never know ... You men are so unpredictable people ...

Apartment in Emsk. Kitchen. I unload items and products for the next few days from my packages. And Zalina unloads some bundles and jars from her bag.
- What is it? - I ask with bewilderment.
- Do not spoil your stomach by eating. I cooked you home-made, try, very tasty, - calls a few dishes of their national cuisine.
- Thank you, my dear! - I am genuinely touched. Hugging me from behind, kissing my cheek and neck, I feel the delicious scent of the gel and the humidity of freshly washed hair. A member of the rushing into battle ... wait, brother, do not hurry. The stomach is also a man, let him get his buzz too.
“Go my hands, I'll lay the table,” Zalina, the hostess, takes the lead in everyday life, sinking in my arms and sighing impulsively.

After washing my hands and other parts of the body, I return from the bathroom to the table without clothes, with one short towel wound on my hips. In the eyes of Zalina, lust flares up for a short time, then replaced by the usual respect, reverence and desire to appease in all, not just sexual matters. She just gives me a kiss on my neck, ruffling the fur on my chest, and dodges my naughty hands, which raised the hem of my dress and felt smooth hips at the hem of my panties, saying that dinner time should be eaten while the food is warm.

Yummy! And in itself is delicious. And taking into account what was prepared especially for me, with thoughts about me, with thoughts about our closeness. Well done, girl!

One, two, three ... the dishes were removed from the table and even seemed to be washed, there is a cup of aromatic coffee in front of me, cigarette smoke curls, and sitting no longer opposite, but next to Zalina, who took off her dress, but remained in her underwear, at my request, all brave answers my caresses, then embarrassedly giggling when my fingers penetrate under the edge of panties and play with swollen vagina lips, then throw back my head in excitement when I caress her nipples through the fabric of her bra, and then recovering herself, squeezes and jerks my a member who is no longer hidden quite timely unleashed sex tentsem.

Embracing and merging in a kiss, slowly, slowly, so as not to touch the walls and other furniture, circling in a slow dance, we follow from the kitchen into the room. A pleasant surprise: the linen was already laid, two pillows were nearby, the edge of the blanket was invitingly turned back, when she had time, because while they were having dinner, she did not leave the kitchen. Probably while I was taking a shower in the bathroom. Another surprise at the sight of the exposed breast: very large nipples, like a phalanx of the little finger at least, and Zalina responds very emotionally and physiologically to their sucking: quiet moans are greatly enhanced, and a flood occurs in the vagina. A less pleasant surprise: Zalina does not react to a member allegedly inadvertently facing the face for the initial blow job. Rather, it reacts, but not with the lips, as I wanted, but with my hand: squeezes, teases and pulls down, they say, let's go fucking, and do not do nonsense.

Fucking Long and hard. In different poses and tempos. Enjoying her abundant wetting and giving in, from her tenderness and passion, from her bright eyes and intermittent whisper, from a kind look and a careful wiping sweat from my forehead. Having caught, that she most of all likes simultaneous influence on erogenous zones, I spend the final of the first approach so. Standing at the edge of the sofa with her legs spread wide apart, I fucked her furiously, throwing her legs on my shoulders, and twisting her clitoris with one hand, trying to get lost, and with the other I twist and squeeze the nipple on my chest. The nipple of the second pulls it, sometimes pulling up a heavy breast to the face and trying to suck it. With pride and buzz I hear a lingering "yyy", Zalina shudders with her whole body, presses my hand to my clitoris, and for a few seconds she rubs herself with my hand, but not roughly, with a flourish, but barely, literally millimeter per second and then freezes for a while in prostration.

Shining eyes of a woman who just caught an orgasm from you ... Is there anything better in the world?

- You finished, no? I forgot to say sorry. It is possible in me - and shakes (weakly, on the verge of perceptibility) the muscles of the vagina, my penis, as if pushing me towards realization.
- No, I do not want yet. Let's rest.

A woman's head on your chest, stroking your body where you reach with your hands and kiss lightly with your lips, talking about anything or listening to each other's breath ... Is there anything more comfortable in the world?

And suddenly ... our idyll is interrupted by a sound, which should not be. What? Is it really? Rushing to the bathroom. Damn, here I am in a mess, forgot what the landlady told me, handing the keys and bed linen. What you need in the bathroom every time to close the valve on the common pipe. And I, all in dreams and fantasies, just shut the tap, but did not shut off the water.And now the retractable watering can ...