how to go to the bus station to meet the bus from Emsk. In the corridor, after they took off their shoes and outerwear, once again I hugged Ira, I feel more pleasantly pressed to the body of this sickly chest (for its subtle addition, the double size is very good). Ira's lips are soft, warm, supple ...

- I'm in the bathroom, ok? - Ira gently pulls away from me, takes her bag, opens the door to the bathroom, sees that the bathroom is combined, says a warning, “but I will be there for a long time if you need to, go first.”
- No, no, you go, I'll sweat.

I make the bed, then I smoke in the kitchen, opening the window. For some fragmentary sounds, I guess that Ira is not just standing in the shower, but filling the bath, putting her phone next to her, turning on something lyrical in the “rock” style, and blissful. Well, well, the more joy she will have during this trip, the more I will consider my mission successful, and I will rejoice in her joy.

Steamed Irka, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom, looked towards the kitchen, saw me there, gave a grateful smile and went into the room. I do not like to take a bath (especially in other people's apartments), I managed a quick shower.

I climb under the blanket, clinging to the body of Ira. Her body is just beautiful, white, seductive. As already said, for its build, the chest leaves an impression larger than the average size. The roundness is all in place, the skin is soft and smooth, a small amount of blond hairs on the pubis serves as a pleasant contrast when hand palpating and embracing the body.

We kiss again on the lips, then kiss her shoulders, suck her breasts: alternately nipples, and squeezing them together. I caress the body, spread my legs, penetrate my fingers inwards, pulling my clitoris with teasing movements. The hole is narrow, not giving birth, rarely fucked, moisture is not so much the sea, but it is available, although additional hydration does not hurt.

I move in such a way that I stand on my knees near her face. I give in your mouth. Beret. Sucks Skillfully and calmly, except that it is a bit harsh, sometimes the teeth touch the edge of the head, but not so painfully to pull up or stop the blowjob. Itself at this time that for a nipple I will pull, then the clitoris I will touch, then I will caress hips. Ira, too, begins to stroke me with one hand on the thigh and the pope, holding the member at the base with the other hand, when I myself begin to fuck her in the mouth. If you tune and want, I can finish in her mouth in a minute, but now I don’t want to.

I want to fuck her. I take the penis out of her mouth, move down, Ira takes a comfortable position for herself, spreads her legs and, clasping her knees with her hands, as if holding them so on weight. The member moistened with a mouth without effort pushes apart the large and small labia, and slowly penetrates into its depths until our pubes touch each other.

Having touched the pubis, I pressed my lips to hers, and for quite a long time without stopping the kiss, at first slowly, then quickly, with pleasure I fuck Ira.

Everything seems to be fine, but something is itching, some sort of irritant is present, I can’t even understand, in the plus or minus range. The term “deja vu” comes to mind, but it is not appropriate. Because in this apartment I really fucked many friends. And specifically with Ira, I have my first intimate meeting. And the “deja vu” of such a plan that something like this was not once, but many and often. What the hell?!

But for now, I don’t let these thoughts knock the mood of the first sex with a new girl, bring the fuck to a logical ending, finally take the penis out of the vagina and move sharply to her face. I put my hands on the wall for stability, and Ira, with a few deep mouth movements along with the movement of the scrotum, causes the sperm to erupt from my penis.I hold her head against me for a second with my hand, then let go and make movements with the pelvis, say, continue a little more. So she does, and with both hands she pushes me by the buttocks, sucks sperm, swallows and releases the penis from the mouth, making sure that I don’t get a drop more. I am tired and satisfied with the next one, I say how cool and pleasant I am, and what a good and skillful girl she is, thank you wholeheartedly on the lips and neck, and op-pa - the reason for the “deja vu” becomes clear ...

Ira smells just like my wife. Due to a ridiculous coincidence, to which I receive confirmation, a little later (after her orgasm), visit the bathroom and read the inscriptions on the bottles brought by her, and hair shampoo, and shower gel, and something else (I don’t remember exactly what exactly) of exactly those firms and names that I have been seeing in our bathroom for many years, on the shelf of a spouse.

And between the legs of Ira is not just wet, there is a flood. Having felt this moisture, I actively kiss her lips, running my hand into her hair, I stroke it gently, then with a deliberate grip, imitating violence and rigidity. And with the other hand I was teasing her clit, Ira groans and rushes, Ira bites my lips with passion, for which she receives otdag for her hair and a sudden and deep immersion with three fingers inside, and ends right there.

... Then we talk for a few hours. Most of what I wrote above, I learned it during conversations with Ira that day. There were, of course, not only sexual revelations, but also details of her life, work, relationships with friends and friends, there was discontent with that narrow niche in which she was forced to exist at home, between the capital walls of the mother and the deceased older sister, there was joy that she loves, and there was a calm (but not depressing-crying) sadness from the belief that he would not love her.

Knowing that in all restaurants and cafes New Year's corporate parties are already thundering, I tell Ira that we will not get anywhere in the evening, that is, I need to leave, and take my family members home (it's already the end of the working day) and buy something for dinner and breakfast.

- Er, what to buy you for dinner?
- Chips.

Some time I wait, believing that she thinks what else to order. But she says nothing.
- Chips are not a dinner! I ask you what to buy for dinner? Speak voluntarily, but now you will come out of a warm bed and go to the store with me.
- Oh, DD, yes leave! I'm fine as it is! And you already spent so much on me, I don’t even understand why?

Masha hand:
- With you everything is clear! Then try to say, I do not like, I do not want that, and why did not I take it. I will bite! Come on, I went, lock the key.
- Come to me.

She lies naked under a blanket, I am fully dressed and shod up standing in the hallway, ready to open the door and exit. I went to her. She sits on the bed, the blanket falls, such a touching combination of an ugly face and a beautiful body. Hugs my neck, kisses, caresses my cheek:
- Thank!

Our evening sex was not as complete as the day. She turned on the TV, and enthusiastically watched some stupid transmission from the life of stars like "You would not believe." Not looking up from the screen, had dinner; squinting back there, did a blowjob; conversations did not work even after the transfer was completed, because her eyes began to stick together, and it would be shameless to demand something else from her: she had a past sleepless night plus such adrenaline today. Having tucked the blanket and kissed her, I said good night, turned off the light; and taking the keys, he shut it outside.

In the morning, bustle and haste, she wanted to leave a 9-hour shuttle, almost by force I forced her to eat two tablespoons of salad and drink half a cup of coffee, almost by force I shoved my gift for her in the pocket for the New Year, almost by force she I pulled off the pants and sat on the chair, sucked in a quick way, even my cigarette was not completely finished during this time (however, I myself was in a hurry, urging my orgasm).

Bus station, minibus, word farewell without hugs and kisses (you never know what my friends or her friends might be on this flight).And my unique intimate adventure, the only case when I did not go to the girl to have sex, but she came to me for the first time, this is the end.