Hi, Marina! I want you to write a little more about my last meeting, which, I will not hide, I liked. You, too, caught up with “live” during our “live broadcasts”, and even began teasing me about the fact that she was supposedly an academician, and you were a student.))) There is, of course, nothing like that. In general, listen!

Prehistory standard. Acquaintance in the Internet, it is a little unusual that it was not registered in Emsk, where most of my friends came from, namely in my city Ensk. After a couple of initial replicas, I suggest that she look at my profile, where it is written that without sexual goals, I see no point in “just communicating”, and then answering me with “hello” to my “hello”. She looked, laughed in response, and answered in that vein that "I will not meet, of course, but you really amused me, thank you, goodbye." Well, her profile went straight to my "deleted" ...

However, I see that in a couple of days she writes me, says something like a correspondence compliment to me, as a clever interlocutor and a seemingly skilled lover, I understand that she is theoretically ready and should bring this theory to practice. Communication begins. Given that we are from the same city, and as it turned out later, we live on the same street (only I’m in an apartment building, and she’s in the private sector), we don’t know each other, but it turns out that our children are my eldest son and her daughter go to the same theater section, and a month ago were at the festival. And she works on a rotational basis herself, comes home 2-3 days a month, but she will soon have a vacation, and then she will be in Ensk longer.

I tell her about my work and hobbies, about my academic degree and numerous developments, about my son she knows so much from the words of her daughter, and I notice that she starts to be a little afraid of me. That is, at her level, Natasha thinks (of course, to say nothing about it directly) that my level is much higher than hers, this is actually seen when discussing books or music or politics. I then slowly spread her to talk about her intimate life and attitude to sex.

It turns out that she got married early, for about 20 years she was then, her husband was good at first, then became an alcoholic, with all the consequences - violence and impotence. Had a lover for 5 years, who seriously offered her to become his second wife, she did not agree. And - a few not so long connections, and clearly separating love from sex. She complained very much about an officer, almost a quotation “well, couldn’t he just fuck me? After all, he was pleased, and I, and he saw it. No, he absolutely had to irritate me with words about love, how he would return and take with him, and how we would live together all his life, and I would give birth to his children, and how happy he would be. Caught like a fool, fell in love, after his departure caught moments when he was on the Internet, but ... nothing. ” In general, I realized that she is quite loyal to my marriage, to sex outside marriage, she does not suffer from complexes, but what more is needed?

The day came when she was already on vacation and at home, and I returned to Ensk after my parade. We are online in the Internet, I ask her, I ask her, as delicately as possible, “when you find it possible that you are ready to meet?” She replied, “you seem to feel my mood, if you insist now, I would refuse everything and so, well, that's a couple of days. It also suited me, I got sick a bit in Emsk, coughed and sneezed, just, I think, let it feel better. They made the layout with her like this - the first meeting in a cafe, then we will agree on a second, and the third step is to paint the gate of her office green))) (this is from an old joke, if you don’t know, tell me - I will write).

And, too, I showed some caution, I first wanted to write directly when we were discussing the second, “retire to the apartment, drink brandy (I promised her in the conversation) and make each other nice,” but I think “God takes care of you”, do not hurry. And Natasha also reacted with approval. In general, the meeting is scheduled for the morning, at 10 o'clock, in time to go to a cafe (so that at least some of them are open), and so that she can return home to her daughter’s return from school. In the morning of the scheduled day, at about 8 o'clock, I am on the Internet, she also writes to me, that circumstances have arisen, I must return home no later than 10-30.
- Are you free now?
- Yes.
- Well, after 15 minutes in such a place waiting for you.
- OK.

I walk 3 minutes from my house to this place, and maybe 7-8 from her house. Of course, I find myself there first, writing sms-ku, that I am on the spot, I am sitting in such a car with such and such numbers. Soon she comes, gets in the car. A pleasant woman of about 35–37 years old, smiling, blonde and blue-eyed, white-skinned and plump, but not fat at all. I move from a place, I try to figure out where at 9 am there will be an open cafe. She seems to understand me, she says, they say, we just train, the cafe is not a dogma, we just talk and talk on the go. And I don’t like to talk too much on the go, not an ace-professional driving, so I’ve taxed out of town, and stop on the highway, not far from the little forest, so that suddenly, more than aspirations, there would be a desire to hide from people's eyes))) We sit and talk, Natasha tells me about her recent vacation in a sanatorium, a little about work, a little about some former friends.

I told a couple of jokes half-respectable, she laughed, didn’t pull back, didn’t get into a bigot position. Time flows, it is necessary to agree on a second meeting. And I take the bull by the horns.
- Well, drink brandy tomorrow?
“Drink,” she replies with a smile.
- In the morning, while your daughter will be in school?
- Yes.

Further discussion of the menu, with what is better cognac, with lemon or chocolate. I promise a bonus from me, make coffee, and not drink instant weed. And already including the ignition, to turn around and go back, I say to her:
- Let me kiss you.

Already I say, not ask. Usually at the first meetings (if they are not intimate, but purely for acquaintance), the ladies graciously put a cheek up (although, if you remember, I kissed you on the lips !!!), and then she put on her lips, and although the kiss was without tongues, with closed lips, it became clear that she liked me too, and that she would come tomorrow, and everything would be fine!

After lunch, I took up technical moments, the blessing went the last days of my vacation, bought what I needed, rented an apartment for a day, contacted her once about what juice she likes more (the answer was “any citrus fruit, I like orange and cheerful colors”) .

Next time, I will write to you, Marina, what happened after we sat down at the table in this rented apartment, I opened the bottle, and Natasha set the table ...)))

It is the morning of the next day. As usual, at 8 and a little we both ended up on the Internet at the same time, but this time she didn’t hurry, and told her to drive for her by 9 o'clock. We got to the apartment safely, I unloaded the purchases, asked her to set the table. We drank 2 toasts - “for the meeting” and “for us with you,” and I propose to drink a third for brotherhood. Cognac was real and was very nice, but how pleasant was the kiss with her ...

Sweet and supple lips pressed against my body. I take the glass from her hands, put it on the table, and slowly push it to the sofa. Without the slightest hesitation, she moves towards him (all this time our lips are fused in a kiss). He lies on his back, I bully her blouse, pull out and suck one, then another breast. Then pantyhose and panties, and some interval, while I stepped aside, I undress, she lies in a funny way - completely bare below the belt, but dressed above the belt. But it was literally a second or two, because she sits down on the sofa, pulls off the top of her clothes, and, smiling, waits for me when I come to her. I go to her and immediately put a dick in her mouth.

She takes it with pleasure, sucks and caresses, I press her head to myself, I stroke my hair, the extravaganza of sex begins. I alternate caresses with a finger and a member, stroking her clit and pussy, she drags herself from everything, ends very often. When I get tired of cum, puts me on my back and sucks my dick. Then I put her on cancer, fuck my pussy and after gel treatment - the anus too. Any of my actions she meets with a bang, including anal sex. On the one hand, this is good, but on the other I don’t seem to understand, but “where is the button for it”? But now this property is groped.

During fucking with cancer (in the pussy), I lightly slap her buttocks a couple of times, pick up how she shudders from it, start to beat harder and more often, Natasha rushes in front of me and shouts “yes, yes, even more.” You know well that I am not a sadist, and the infliction of pain and violence is completely not in my style. But if she is pleased by this, then please, no problem.

In general, our sex marathon lasts almost 3 hours. I deliberately do not finish, despite the intense fucking and sucking, and she had long since lost the expense of his orgasms. In between we drink brandy, drink coffee, and again violently pounce on each other. She really likes my "woolly", she strokes my body, says that I like a toy with which I want to play for a long, long time. I really like her suppleness, the perception of any affection as the most desirable. But time is running out, and she takes up my dick with a firm intention to bring to orgasm. Soon her efforts are crowned with success, powerful splashes of sperm beat her in the mouth, she swallows them time after time, then she waits for a while and gently licks the head. Super!

We drink coffee again, dress slowly, agree on further meetings. She has only a week to stay in her hometown, at least once you have time to meet ...