Oksana was (actually, why was she? I hope, and now she is in good health) a tall and large girl with a stern expression on her face. There are such persons - seeing on the street, I want to wink at her and say something frivolous, even if she snorts in response and, leaving “Sassy!”, Proudly walks past, but you are sure that she was not seriously offended, and how you took “sassy ”As a compliment, so she accepted your ambiguity quite loyally. With Oksana such jokes few people could have thought of. I don’t know how she would react to them realistically, but the guy who modeled the situation probably foresaw that, without spending unnecessary words, she would silently stop him in the forehead, and from top to bottom, and shiver, decide to herself “yes well, you don’t feel pain was.

And apparently she was very personal! Especially when he imagined that the stern expression on his face softened with a smile, his eyes warmer, movements become more graceful, his breath quickens, and ...

Blond hair, blue eyes, luxurious forms, only, I repeat, frowned facial expression spoiled the impression.

At first I thought that the nut was too tough. Then he thought about the methods and methods of a long siege. For which, by the way, there was no time. The general director of our LLC, a man who is not bad and understanding, was shifted then (and still has not changed) on the chip of interchangeability of employees. And he could easily send, conditionally, a metranpazh to be trained in surveying. It was on such weekly courses that I sat out my pants, yawning from boredom and complete misunderstanding of what we were crammed into. Oksana, on the contrary, was a local resident, she knew how the real work was better than the theoretical teachers, and she went to the courses because it was so, for the sake of some tick marks in the personal file.

After the end of the second day of study, when our motley mass poured out of the doors of the educational building, and almost everyone (including me) got cell phones and began to click the buttons, tracking the missed calls and unanswered SMS, I noticed that Oksana was an exception . Like in the classroom did not see to get the phone, someone talked or corresponded. Are out of those originals who consider radiation harmful and do not use cell phones in principle?

Interested and asked. Mobile she had, of course. But the memory did not let me down. Nobody called and wrote to her. A short call from the mother during the lunch break does not count. Then I remembered the proverb "The courage of the city takes."

Once the conversation has ensued, spent up to the subway. Normal girl. And she knows how to smile.)))

And the next day too. Not to the subway, but to her station. Taciturn and shy, but it is definitely better than if she was vulgar and bitchy.

We already know each other’s cell numbers; so I see with my mind's eye, like Oksana, looking embarrassedly at her parents or going to her room (and not if she does something reprehensible), she dials me a text message. It seems to be sincerely saddened by the fact that I asked for leave from the courses early on Thursday and cannot see each other. But then I was delighted when I nevertheless managed and appeared not near the building, but at the metro station, and this time I walked to the house. With classic kisses when parting at the entrance.

Is it time Well, yes, why not? All propriety is met, tomorrow we have a final test, there is no doubt about successful passing, I propose to note in a private setting, and what will happen next - what's the point of planning, assault, onslaught and our own “maybe” will help!

And a fig! The Friday marking with the proposed privat, as it turns out after testing, is canceled. For Oksana invited to the birthday of her friend, blah blah blah, all sorts of excuses about how difficult and impracticable. But so simply I did not give up. And in the course of lengthy negotiations in the “want it, yes prickly” style, it was decided that she still goes to her friend, and then I will meet her at the metro station. Why, of course, was not discussed.True, in one of the last remarks there was a hint of a possible “dynamo”, but here I am a shot sparrow and you just can’t throw me away.))))

Fig, fig! A flurry of sms-ok and two calls (plus, I suppose, the atmosphere of the holiday and the desire to continue the banquet) convince Oksana to choose another way to continue hanging out. Overnight at the hotel. With me.

I met her at the subway, at about eleven in the evening, having waited no more than 10 minutes. My shy girlfriend's eyes gleamed, I didn’t have to persuade me to go to the hotel.

Undress unhurriedly, blissful in the warmth after the cold weather. The touch is light and outspoken, the kisses are casual and serious. Everything is as usual. And just like the first time.

And for some reason, she comes out of the shower is not completely naked or wrapped in a towel, but naked above the belt, but (in the mind she slipped the word "underskirt", heard once in the studio, I do not know whether this part of the women's toilet was meant) there is something like a combination bottom or a nightie, light muslin skirt with elastic.

Without giving me time to peer at this accessory, Oksana suddenly kneels in front of the bed, on the edge of which I was sitting, and takes my dick in my mouth. Here you have Shy!)))) Here it is - a reward for everything. I instantly relax and start having fun. Acts my Shy confidently, clearly felt experience. All the better. He takes it deeply, then works with his lips only, sometimes he gets out and licks the eggs, not forgetting to stroke his hands with everything that falls within reach. Ahhhh, class!

Unfortunately, there is nothing permanent, and here I feel, as Oksana gradually begins to slip, lowers the tempo, loses her eyes shine. Alas, the girl is tired. It's time to move on to the main dish.

The anus is tight, wet piska, clitoris elastic, hairless pubis, Oksana's reaction is the most for male vanity: she moans, clings to me, kisses where her lips will fall.

I put cancer, I want to pull the “petition” - does not. For some reason it seemed to me that she did not agree with the pose, she wanted to start with the classical one, therefore she rested. I put it on my back, I try to pull it down again - it does not.

- What is it, Oksana?
- I'm shy.

I almost laughed out loud. Well, that restrained, just grunted. So, you are not ashamed to do blowjob, to caress your hands everywhere too - and it seems a shame to you? When there was fumbling with my hands, there was nothing dumb - neither wild thickets, nor menstruation, nor tuberosity - tender, smooth skin and the typical structure of female organs, prompting a typical man to indulge in sexual pleasures with pleasure.

- Come on, I won't tell anyone, take pictures!
- Turn off the light.

I turn it off. But the light remains on in the corridor in front of the bathroom, everything is seen quite well. And if you turn it off and there - there will be pitch darkness, and no buzz.

- Well, look, he wanted to, - with these words, Oksana takes off her "petubish." My view, resting on her pubis, does not notice anything special. Then slides lower. From the hip of the right leg almost to the knee scar. I agree that it does not look aesthetic. I agree that on the beach the girl will be complexed and shy to undress. But in bed, why on earth?

- And that you shy? - I ask with a slight bewilderment and touch the scar with my finger. - Does it hurt here?
- No, it has long been healed. After the crash. And you know, not all men think like you. Shudder like scalded boiling water. Do you think I am pleased to see how disgusting they are? - Oksana's eyes fill with tears.
- But listen, and where is "disgusting"? This is not a skin disease, not eczema, not deprive, not an infection? This is a trauma, a trace from the operation. What, did not append anybody appendix or did not do cesarean, or what? Nonsense some, honest word. Here, look, - I show her a scar on my leg, just above my foot.
- Also an accident?
- No, the dog bit.
Oksana laughs and immediately relaxes noticeably. Here are women! You never guess what could be a stumbling block.

And the sex began! All you women were such Shy))))

The first time Oksana finished quickly. After a short missionary, she sat down at Amazon with my stallion and galloped. But I did not have time to properly feel the reins of the chest in my hands, and to steer it with a leap, like tpru came.
“I'll eat you,” she whispered in my ear when she lay down and caught her breath.
- Enjoy your meal! - I answered politely and was bitten by the earlobe. - And without new scars will not do in any way?)))))

The second race started with a short 69, who turned into a long doggie-style. The best music in my ears was her words “yes, well, more” and intermittent moans. I enjoyed playing this intricate musical instrument, extracting all the new sounds and tonalities, caressing her clit, breasts, ass, back ... She finished when I almost half put the head in the ass (completely she did not want, saying that does not like that) and caressed the vagina and clitoris with fingers.

“Class,” she murmured in sleepy exhaustion, “right now, right now, I'll do everything for you,” and fell asleep.
“Good,” I replied. And also fell asleep.

The best dream is an erotic dream, or rather pornographic. When, having opened eyes, you are convinced that it is real. Wow When her devotion, better than any words, assures her that she was on top. When you feel boiling inside and for some time you can with mental effort restrain the release of lava. And when she then breaks out, darkens in her eyes, control over body and speech is lost, and when you come to yourself, you are touched by her sly smile and the tenderness with which she sucks up droplets of semen and strokes your body. Wonderful morning as the end of a wonderful night.

P. S. But we could see each other. And more than once. I left on Saturday. Got home on Sunday. On Monday morning I wanted to write Oksana sms-ku, they say, I'm already at work, everything is fine, how are you? And for a long time I was flipping through the contact log back and forth, especially carefully looking at the names and surnames of the letters “O” and “C”, wondering where did you go, Oksana-Stesnyashka? Have I dreamed?

Then he guessed. I threw out the Moscow SIM card while still on the train, seeing the zero balance and not realizing that our only connecting thread was written on it - its mobile phone number.

And we have never met again!