- Hello. It's novel.
- Hello. Roma. And I, Irina.
- Very nice.

- Mutually.

The girl’s voice was sweet and welcoming. The working day immediately went sideways, from lunch until evening, spent in telephone conversations and SMS messages. We met in one of the social networks. Pretty pretty girl, great figure and judging by the records on her page, it seems like with a head. Attractiveness of course means a lot, but my preference will go to a more sensible girl. From those with the wind you can expect a lot.
In the process of communication, it turned out that she was in her thirties and she works as a manager. He was not interested in marriage and partner, but we agreed that conversations on personal and intimate topics were already at the meeting. By chance, our paths from work to home intersected through the city center. Of course, not exactly the case, I did not make a big arc. But I think it's worth it. I want to say that the illusions about such dating do not build. But to spend time in the company of a new person is pleasant, if not so sometimes sometimes simply useful.

After discussing all possible options, the points of our intersections agreed to meet at a pizzeria. I got to the appointed place as it turned out even before Irina. Looking around the evening street lit a cigarette. Never been here before. But the cafe or pizzeria looked not bad. High, open windows so that passing people look into your mouth, or where else is more interesting. Now at about seven in the evening, there were fewer cars on the road. Most people are preparing for the weekend. Today is Friday. Pervert as they say my friends, can not by chance. Soon people will begin to reach out to such establishments in order to break away from all problems and simply enjoy society, if there is no such thing then alcohol.
Not far from the pizzeria, the car stopped. There are suspicions that my new acquaintance will drive up in it. Through the rear window he noticed silhouettes coming closer in kisses. After a couple of seconds, Irina got out of the car. She smiled sweetly and cordially while adjusting her business dress. Leaning behind her purse in the car, she showed the edge of the stockings. I could only note to myself her chiseled legs. Walking on her heels, she rotated her hips, so that the skirt should be corrected every ten steps. A good-sized chest was hidden by a white blouse. In addition to the handbag in the gentle hands of a jacket.

- Hello. I did not wait.
- Hello, in general, then no. You can only say approached.
- Well. Well, let's go? It gets cool outside.

As I found out later, the table on which we sat was already pre-booked. The beginning of the conversation is completely banal. A couple of cups of coffee and light salads. Work the weather, sometimes slippery transitions to sex. Light touches, as if by chance. Upon learning that our weekend and tonight are free, they decided to drink some wine. When we ordered a bottle of red and a couple of glasses, Irina, leaning on the table, did not take her eyes off me.

- You're lonely?
- Now I am alone, but not alone.
- Well yes. You're cute.

From that moment the conversation turned into an intimate channel. The corners of Irina's lips lifted in a playful smile, creating dimples on both cheeks. I wildly like these cheeks. She noticed my reaction, continued to flirt even more confidently exposing her neck from the strands of hair. Unbuttoning some of the upper buttons of the blouse. The girl bared a hollow on her shoulder, I can see a cute mole.

- I think you do not suffer from a lack of female attention.

She continued to envelop me with ambiguous compliments, a rather unusual sensation. Never before did I fall into the hands of so passionate, and so many frank ladies. In addition, under the table felt the warmth of her hands in the area above the knee. Our conversation was interrupted in time by a waitress with a bottle of red. I felt like a toy in the hands of this girl. Irina shrouded me with eroticism, too experienced and accurate. It was time to take matters into your own hands.Such compliments did not flatter me. Not even a lot on the contrary repelled. Filling with wine by the glass.

- Well, what about you?

She smiled sweetly and winked at her with brown eyes before drinking. Bringing the wine slowly began to empty the glass.

- I'm married.

Such news was not something that shocked me, but a moment of confusion arose. Now the wine went in gulps. At the end of emptying the glass, I looked inquiringly at her hand gently crushing my penis under my pants. No, I'm not such a conservative and idealist. On account of the betrayal, I know. But for some reason I did not expect this from her.

- Why didn't you say?
- You did not ask me.
- That's right too, but what are we doing here then? Something with your husband does not suit you?

She moved closer to me.

- All is well. He is a wonderful husband and partner. But you are pleasant and cute to me. Just do not say that you are a hypocrite and for you it is not acceptable. I am thirty-six and sex has imperceptibly become for me a rare joy, you should not refuse it. And if there are any problems with this, I do not hold you.

With these words, she settled out, removing her hand from the fly and stopping to knead my penis. Turned away portraying resentment and frustration.

He knows that I'm not leaving. Irina understands her power over me now. She turned on, turned me on and now pushes me away. But now my step. Every minute my desire grew more and more. Moving to her, he took wine in his left hand, and put the right one on her knee. Pouring wine into glasses, I felt her nylon stocking. Leaning against her ear inhaled the soft scent of her perfume. Putting a bottle of wine, put his hand between her legs. The one that was on his knees hugged her around the waist. Rising higher and bolder, no longer just stroking, with gentle rudeness crumpled her thigh. Now Irina was tilting her head, watching my movements under the table. She closed her eyes, leaving her mouth erotically parted. Her breathing failed, she did not expect such an onslaught on my part. Moving higher and higher, where it seemed to me there should be a cloth, I met barely sensitive hairs and moisture. Irina no less than mine brought what is happening. Touching her vagina with the fingertip, he tried to penetrate deeper. But as if waking from a dream, the girl held my hand and pushed the basin. Increasingly bringing the hips together, forcing me to retreat.

- Wait.

She took that hand that brazenly and brazenly pawed it. Looking into my eyes with some sort of an egg and a nebula in my eyes, she plunged my finger into her mouth. With greed and frenzy sucking their juices. It seems to me that already on the machine, Irina launched her second hand under her skirt. Then she slightly opened her eyes and smiled, not much having raised her straightened skirt.

- Be right back.

She leaned over and kissed me passionately, lightly biting her lower lip. Her breath was hot. Holding my face with my hand, Irina lifted herself up. Taking the phone out of her purse, she went to the bathroom with a playful smile.

After such a flirting, I became noticeably hot. Thoughts appeared in my head how and where to spend the night with her. She is sexy and obstinate, with her it will be interesting in bed. Bright flashes were torn from my thoughts. Right on our table stands a car. Outbreaks just in it. Similar to the "Apple", but the car did not seem much familiar to me. Somewhere, I already saw her. But neither alcohol nor excitement gave focus on this thought. When the driver of the car hung up, the phone lit up his face. It was certainly a man. My phone rang.

- Hello, Roma come to me, I need your help.

Probably something happened. Not many were upset while waiting for a breakup, and some drunken bazaars went to the toilet. All the same, while we were busy flirting, noticeably more people appeared in the institution and the degree of “cattle” also grew.

- Irin, where are you?
- Here, come in.

She took my hand and led me into one of the women's toilet cubicles. A passionate kiss, her hips, excited chest. Ira in a hurry unzipped my jeans. She squatted down gently at first, but then moved her hand faster and faster along the stem of the not very slightly agitated one. Her lips are next to the head, but she only mischievously smiling watching me.I didn’t even notice where she took the condom packaging from. The tear of the package and after a moment the gum ring is already in her mouth. Looking into my eyes, she ran her hand several times over the penis, then slowly plunged him into her mouth, gently using her tongue to unfold the rubber ring. Fucking look with a twinkle, he will always remain in the memory. Blowjob in rubber is boring, but when it makes a girl with such hunger and desire. Certainly agree on this. She put her head on again and again, sometimes trying to swallow it completely. Having closed her eyes, the girl only smacked her occasionally caressing my stomach, legs, sometimes squeezing the eggs. After she finally switched to herself, plunging a few fingers into her pussy, groaning from ecstasy. I was wildly wound up by this lady with my dick in her mouth. Removing her hands from him, and taking her by the head. Each time I tried to shove it deeper. Cock penetrated her throat, she coughed and choked. Tears soaked her mascara. She pushed me away.

- Wait, hold the phone, take it off.

Taking her phone and launching the video, I continued to hammer her sip with the same fury. Through the video camera I saw a married lady with a foreign member in her mouth and smeared ink. She choked and gasped, but each time she wanted him deeper and deeper. Her eyes now looked at me less often, her eyes were completely denied.

- Stand up, I want you.

Ira without releasing a member, shook her head refusing to me. To say that it hurt me to say nothing. Her refusal only got me, now the member plunged as deeply as possible and held on for as long as possible. In this rhythm, I probably lasted a minute or two. Taking her by a tuft of hair, he pulled his head from his groin. Breaking the condom and several times jerking a member shot in her mouth.
Sperm flowed down the chin and around her eyelids. Mixed with saliva, tears and dripping mascara. Lipstick smeared lips. Ira looked like a used slut. But a smile never left her lips. When she took her mobile phone, she seemed to smack someone and stop recording.

Back at the table, I left her alone with makeup. When I finished the glass, she came out without leaving a trace of the consequences of the blowjob that turned her into a slut.

- I have to go, we'll call you again.

Irina came smacking me on the cheek. Coming out of the cafe and crossing the road, she headed for the parked car. Just the one that brought her to me for a date. Now he remembered where he saw her, and immediately dialed her number.

- Yes Roman. I am listening you.
- Listen to this who?
- It is my husband.
- I see.

Nothing else came up with something to say to her, just taken aback by the situation, put the phone down. For a long time, I digested what happened before it appeared again. But every time I thought about it, the thought forced me to smile, yet in this situation I remained her toy.