I allowed you to catch up with yourself, otherwise you would be all alone now ... Oh, how good it is here ... in the forest! - She added, wrapping the horse in a narrow path, on which two could barely pass.

She drove forward, I drove from behind. So we drove a few minutes. Finally Ryazanova turned:

- What are you behind? ... I want to chat ...

We went near; our horses almost touched each other.

She looked at me, smiling with a strange smile, and said:

- Are you still angry?

- I was not angry ...

- Well, well, do not write, modest young man; I do not know for sure that you have no work. After all the truth? She whispered, bending down to me. - True?

- True! - I said even quieter.

- That's it! I see everything, she said and laughed.

Her tone was special: affectionate and at the same time sharp. She looked at me with some mysterious, strange look, continuing to smile. I was beginning to fall into the invisible nets of her womanhood, with which she gradually enveloped me. It seemed that there were no obstacles between us now, and I freely admired her high breasts, her gentle profile, her royal posture. The closeness of the flexible body seemed accessible and delightful.

We all moved forward. The forest was so good and fresh. Only a crash under the hooves of a dry fallen tree broke the solemn silence of the forest. Ahead, in the clearing, a small dilapidated hut appeared, thickly overgrown with winding hops.

- I'm tired. Rest here! - said Ryazanova.

I jumped off my horse and helped her off. When I grabbed her camp, my hands trembled.

I tied the horses. Elena Alexandrovna entered the hut and sat on a bench by the window.

“The forester lived here before,” she remarked and thought. - And what are you standing? Sit down! She said sharply.

I sat down, silently admiring her. She leaned on the window and looked into the forest, all covered with the crimson rays of the setting sun. I admired her and saw how hard her chest heaved, how her lips trembled.

- Why are you silent? She turned her head. - Say something ... See how good it is here!

But what could I say?

- What are you ... funny! What are you looking at, huh? Say something, otherwise you are so strangely silent! Well, tell me why you are so angry with me? Now don't be angry, no? She said in a strange whisper, not at all thinking about what she was saying.

I looked at her. She sat, smiling all the same mysterious smile, with half-open lips. And suddenly she began to unbutton her blouse and bared her breasts. I rushed to her and began to cover with kisses. He raised his head and she, seeing my radiant look, walked over to the window sill and sat on him taking off her shoes, and then the underwear, telling me to undress. I was shaking like in a fever. I was in a hurry and fussing, I did not immediately understand how she wanted. She put her feet on the window sill, and when I approached I extended my arms to the meeting and hugged me. I looked down and sent my sweltering member straight into her hot darkness and with my arms folded behind her began to move quickly. She laughed softly, dying in my arms.

“What, don't you laugh now?” - I thought when I helped her to sit on Opala, pushing for her ass. She tried not to notice me.

"Still would! When the depth of your pissed-off vagina was checked by a young member of an inexperienced guy, shooting back inside from a wave of unexplored feelings surging towards him. ”

We rode in silence and relaxed. But soon she drove the horse and rushed out of the woods like a mad woman. I drove alone, stunned by a wild orgasm, trying to make sense of what had happened. When I returned home, Opala was already taken around the yard.

The next day, meeting at breakfast, Elena Alexandrovna behaved as if nothing had happened. She greeted me dryly and said a few words. From this memorable evening her appeal has become drier and sharper.She seldom spoke to me, and if she did, she did it in a casual tone, blaming me as an unfortunate teacher, which caused the good Marya Alexandrovna to chagrin. I rarely stayed downstairs and continued to treat Ryazanov with the respectful courtesy of a teacher; she seemed to like my appeal.

I already thought that she regretted that between us was. But two days later she again offered to accompany her. We went the same way, exchanging nothing insignificant phrases. I did not know what to do. And he simply followed her, trying not to think about anything like that. But the closer we approached the hut, the stronger my heart sank, and a pleasant chill slipped between my legs ... We drove up and stopped. Dismounting, went inside. She immediately began to undress, taking off her outerwear, urging her to do the same. Again she took the initiative. Honestly, I was a little confused. Why, there, did not dare to come up or at least touch her, standing with his mouth parted. Unbuttoning unbuttoned shirt, I looked at her. But now she is quite ready. It stands, bent over in a certain position, in which so often teased me, with their hands on the sill. But now she was not going to torment me or to experience, and this wet vulva, attracting the hungry looks of many men, pulsing with impatience, was meant for me. The instant riser brought me to my senses. Quickly undressing, I approached and helping with my hand sent the member to its most intimate place. Putting my hands on her back, I realized: “Now the initiative is on my side!” And I began to make measured movements. A sweet moan told me about the right thoughts. A few minutes later I began to hit hard with my pelvis on her ass, increasing the pace. And soon a joyful cry announced to me about her successful finale. But I did not have much time left ... And now I was ready to shout in ecstasy. I hugged her waist bent over and kissing her back. She straightened up and turned to me. I pressed my lips to her nipple, looking tenderly at me, hugging for a while, and she ran her fingers through my hair. And we went to dress. It became all very clear to me! Cute baby wants to have a little fuck. So what she lacked in the summer! Lonely lady tired to languish with unsatisfied desires and burn through youth in vain? ..

Meetings continued.

After lunch, we often went for a drive and drove into the hut. No one else was in a hurry, there was no need to hurry, for fear that someone would interrupt our indecent occupations. And with knowledge, I confidently grabbed her by the elastic ass, pulling her towards me and helping her to get rid of excess clothing, climbed into her panties, greedily pawing her wherever possible. And where was it impossible? - let me ask. Well, after, we threw in a passionate hug. She went down, setting fire to me and the plant itself. And then we moved into a more active phase of our relationship.

I was triumphant. My vanity was satisfied. This goddess, who was treating me in the afternoon, was my obedient mistress in the evening, made scenes of jealousy, when I looked around at the passing girls, said that only in my caresses she understood the happiness of love. No soul guessed our relationship. Such a modest lover, like me, was needed by this woman, who feared secular rumors like fire, but no less striving for a full and fulfilling life.

I got a taste, and I was not enough once. As it was going on the way back, I suddenly realized that nothing prevents to extend communication with the girl. I firmly grabbed her, pulling her away from the horse and led her to the table, began to undress again, without saying a word. She tried to remove me, but I, being excited even more, kept her from all attempts to prevent me. Having stretched his fly, put his palms under the elastic of his underpants and lowering them, along with his pants, to his knees, turned his back to him and with a sharp lunge introduced a member, leaning against her tanned ass. Frozen for a while, I admired my discovery. Now she will take me twice! And with delay and hope, he asked.- "Repeat?" But she, apparently, was with me already on the same wavelength, since I did not hear ... Read more →