“Tamara and I
We walk a couple "
(parody Agnie barto on "Comparative biographies" Plutarch) ​

Some of the heroines of my life novel are remembered just as both at once. Naturally, these are those with whom there was sex in the format ZHMZH or "a couple for a couple." But often there is also an association with each other of those who, neither in their sleep nor in spirit, did they know about the presence of a “fellow notebook”. Sometimes it is associated with the same city where the heroines came from, as in the “Provincial diptych”. Sometimes with the coincidence of the age range and the opposition of biographies, as in Lena and Lisa from "Not from this world." And sometimes the coincidence of the age range also meant lightness, uncomplexing, transience (but not one-offness) of relationships, aimed only at getting pleasure without any obscene problems, like, for example, in this article about Stas and Yana.

BARE

During a certain period (the second half of zero years), my work was connected with frequent trips to the administrative center of our subject of the federation, the city of Ems. For this reason, I didn’t pay much attention to the profiles of my countrywomen, residents of the city of Ensk, remembering how many private and public organizations used my services as a programmer, and how many schoolchildren, technical students and colleges, university students used my services in in terms of mastering computer literacy, therefore, the slightest negligence threatens me with a fawn and a blow to my reputation.

But Stasi's profile (I didn’t know what her name was then, and the account was most likely associated with sports and the Moscow Olympics, as it had the number 80, as it turned out later, it was the year of her birth) attracted me and made me re-watch and more attentive reading of the text (photo was not) to write to her. It seems to be a standard profile of a young girl looking for a serious relationship with the prospect of marriage. But I had a clear impression that if I could interest and meet her expectations, then she would not be categorically against meeting me. In the column “what excites me” in the Stasina questionnaire was written “mind”.

For residents of a small town, who could have met at least on the day of virtual acquaintance, if the desire is far from metropolitan, our correspondence lasted for a long time. 2-3 weeks for sure, if not nearly a month. Anastasia (that was her full name, but she preferred to abbreviate not the standard Nastya, and Stasya) was keenly interested in my (and shared her) views in the sphere of literature and art, science and politics, computers and mobile. After graduating from an institute in another region, she was unable to cling to it and was forced to return to her native land. She worked for us in the cellular communication salon, as it is pompous to say “manager”, and it is clear that her interests and needs for spiritual food were higher than in the circle of fellow saleswomen.

The topic of sexual preferences appeared in our correspondence only once. Stasia said that she fundamentally denies anal sex for herself: both as “dirty” and as painful. Oral is quite loyal, does not shy away from either taking sperm in the mouth or swallowing, receiving in the aggregate the same pleasant sensations as with the vaginal (with an additional bonus in the form of avoiding unwanted pregnancy). And naively asked me what I prefer.
- I am a man, - I smiled in response (I mean, I put a smiley face), - I like all kinds that give pleasure to me and my partner.
- And if she only likes one thing, do not insist on expansion?
- Suggest - I suggest, as without it? But never to insist, argue, force, spoil because of this relationship.
- Surprisingly, okay, so be it, I will take a word.
- You can not only believe a word, but also check it out. I do not mind!
“How cunning you are,” answered Stasya, and put on a smile.

... Finally, the day came (or rather, the evening, because Stasia left work at 19 hours) of the meeting. I sit in the car and wait in the intended place. The weather is nasty. Early spring, cold, drizzling rain, lights barely illuminate the silhouettes of rare passersby wrapped in raincoats and hiding under umbrellas. One of these figures approaches the car, tapping its nails on the glass of the front right door. I open it.
- DD?
- Yes I. Sit down, Stasya!

... I saw her properly in the apartment, filmed, by a funny coincidence, in the building opposite her place of work. But you shouldn’t have to hide the name of a particular salon, then you wouldn’t walk to the venue, even if it was not more than 10 minutes, but still there wasn’t much pleasant in such nasty weather. Although, looking ahead, I will say that I never took her from her place of work due to conspiracy, but traditionally she always approached the very meeting place where we met for the first time.

And looked Stasia simply amazing. Tall, slender, smiling, red-haired and green-eyed, dressed in tight-fitting dress of iridescent emerald green color, with freckles-konopushki on a pretty little snub nose and cheeks with dimples. They drank for warming ... of course, not vodka, but instant coffee and a snack shop-roll. The roll was tasty, unlike coffee, and I promised Stas that the next time I would brew her real coffee according to a traditional centuries-old recipe.

Then they came out of the kitchen, started kissing in the middle of the room. Dress at Stasi, apparently, was expensive and / or the only one so beautiful, as soon as she felt that I began to crease the fabric of passion and check the strength of the product for bending, torsion and compression, she pulled back, she took off her dress and colorless tights, left in miniature , virtually nothing to hide the bra and panties. Stasya's chest was not large: one and a half, but with slenderness and even one could say the thinness of the body looked impressive. We continue to kiss and caress, for some reason, staying in the middle of the room, right under the bright rays of the chandelier, and not making attempts to move to the trawler. A little later, with my help, Stasya loses his underwear, and it turns out a straight frame in the “nude” genre - a fully dressed man next to a completely naked woman. However, such delights no longer last long. When I start sucking her nipples and pulling fingers clean shaven pussy, feeling the attractiveness of the clitoris and abundant moisturizing of the vagina, the lower part of my body, outside the will of the owner, begins to imitate frictions. It's time!

Having quickly revealed myself, I return to my young mistress, who is waiting for me in the center of the room. Another long kiss on the lips, then a few quick ones from her side, on my cheeks, neck, shoulders, it seems to me that now she will fall on her knees and will suck right here, for some reason ignoring the double bed, which is how many time beckons us, but it does not get our favorable attention. But here she is finally lucky: having made her way through the lush thickets of my breast fur, Stasia kisses one and my other nipple, then pulls my hand to the bed.

I lie as a padish across the bed, putting a second pillow under my head, to better see with what diligence and tenderness Stasia gives me a blowjob. Her mouth is tirelessly stubbornly walking up and down along an elastically protruding "jade rod", trying to push through to the throat at times, but the pose for this is clearly not suitable. Indefatigable her tongue, writing pirouettes around the head and the trunk, and when releasing a member from the mouth, licking eggs and below, but not reaching the anus. Her sponges tirelessly, in tight reach, gliding along the member, then kissing the upper thighs and lower abdomen. Her hands tirelessly, smoothing my arms and legs, pinching my nipples, sipping fur on my body, gently scratching my stomach and sides with my nails. And genuine tenderness comes through in our eyes when we look into each other’s eyes and smile kindly.

The final is so close.Throwing my legs on my shoulders and putting my palms under my buttocks, Stasya sucks at an accelerated pace. She no longer spends moments on the exchange of views and smiles, her nostrils swell with passion and desire ...