women, delicious lips, smelling coffee and brandy, big breasts, nipples swelling in hands and lips, flat stomach, beckoning hips, stroking my head with tender palms - all this gives the charming charm of our foreplay, turns me on and makes me glow with passion.

A short break for water treatments, and we continue. I have already been admitted to the mezzanine, she returned from the bathroom just wrapped in a towel, the tender lower jaws openly stretched beneath my fingers, I with great pleasure fuck her manually and pull the clitoris, with pleasure seeing her closing her eyes to my caress, sometimes saying whisper "yes, yes, good, good."

- Go? - I ask, taking the initial position for missionary sex, putting the head of the penis to the entrance to the vagina.
- Forward and with music! - Zemfira responds with humor.

And began a wonderful fuck. And on it, and under it, and cancer, and sideways. I do not want to finish quickly, sometimes I take out the penis and continue the manipulations with my hands, maybe she’s finished several times, grabbing her hand at some moments and demanding a couple of seconds of break. Even more, it starts from my Cooney, also accompanied by frictions of the fingers in the vagina and an attempt to penetrate the anus.

After her next orgasm from the kuni-finger method, I climb up and kiss gently on the cheek, saying, “You're a fairy, Zemfira!”. She takes my hand and kisses "It's your magic hands, DD!"

The evening is quietly coming. Several times we move out of bed to the loggia, where we smoke, drink coffee and brandy, and back, and traditionally I carry her to bed in my arms.

- Are you going to stop at all or not? - asks me Zemfira.
- And what happened, are you in a hurry somewhere?
- Well, I need (calls a certain place, it is not far from the apartment where we are). And plus one friend today anniversary, he invited me. Do you want to go there together?
- No, on the anniversary just do not want. But in the first place, if you do not mind, let's go, take a walk, the weather is good. But - let's come back here again, okay?
- Good! - Zemfira stares at me and smiles. - What do you like me so much?
- You're just a woman, a woman with a capital letter.

On the way back, the weather deteriorates and we fall under the rain. In principle, we could not have time, if we had not accidentally caught a certain man introduced to me as her classmate. I moved a little to one side so as not to interfere with my presence, but scraps of their latest news flown before me: Lyudka got married for the third time, Mishka went abroad, Grishka had an accident, Lenka had her son married.
- Nothing that he saw us with you? Do not compromise on you? - I ask a little later.
“What else,” snorts Zemfira. - Who should I ask for my privacy?

I really wanted her to stay with me for the night. But it did not work out at all, some important documents were at her house, necessary for the next day at work. But the evening sex with us was on the highest level. Being angry with mutual oral sex in the 69 position, I first put her on cancer, and fucked furiously, looking in the mirror of the dressing table standing by the window; then in the classic “man on woman”, under her howls “yes, yes, still, come on, stronger, I want you”, all speeding up and speeding up movements, glaring at the verge of pain on her lips, and grabbing her hair by pulling it off face from me, asking "you?" and receiving in response, "yes, yes, I like it very much, you can," I began to cum and throw out all the accumulated charge of sperm, feeling the shaking of her body and head winding, that Zemfira also finished and her nails hurt, but very kayfovo dug into my shoulders.

... Our second meeting was about the same, only started not after work, but in the morning.I wanted her to take time off on that day at all, and came to me right in the morning, but there were some problems that required her presence, and she could only come closer to 11 o'clock. There was no walking either, but there was lunch, brandy, coffee, cigarettes and long-long sex with “manly” pauses. And each movement of her from the table to bed is traditional: he took off his glasses, picked up his hands and carried ...

Mental Defloration.

I don’t know if I was the reason, or initially there was such a focus on her, but Zemfira’s “divorced virgin”, who had not had more than a dozen years after her divorce from her husband, and five sexual partners, quickly understood and began to implement my theory "Sexual liberation". She is very simple: if you want to have sex - do it. And do not look at the neighbors and others, on the principles and morality, look only at your desire. Do you want this man - fuck him. If you don’t want - first culturally, and then roughly - send it away. She began to meet with one, then with the second, then ceasing with the first, resumed with the one that was before me and for some reason was excommunicated from the body. Then there were the third, fourth, ..., and if during our third personal meeting (but not intimate, and sat in a cafe for a few minutes, I had to exchange some information, I don’t have a touch of eroticism), then for a couple of months she had (one-time or with a different degree of regularity) ten different partners.

Even in the best of my time, when I organized the autumn parades, I did not have at one time ten current mistresses in Emsk. Zemfira surpassed her teacher and began to enjoy my deserved respect. Well, as if gradually occurred her transition from the status of the mistress to the status of a friend. I was aware of at what stage her relationship with this or that lover, what she likes and does not like in a particular person, with whom from the “old” or “new” meetings have been scheduled in the coming days. Our trust went beyond sex. We told each other about our children and relatives, who attended festive or mourning events, about traveling outside our region.

Of course, like any woman, Zemfira sometimes had a shame. Two cases are most recent. One of her lovers, who liked her very much in terms of sex, but didn’t like the fact that he presented the right to total control over her, suddenly became furious and became enraged that her profile was not deleted, “it means you fucking with everyone left and right, it means you of men week as of cowards, provoked a quarrel, and stopped her to call, write, make appointments. It was rightly noticed by a classic, "the less woman we love ...", As a result, Zemfira's thoughts became very busy with this character, she constantly talked about him, hesitated in her feelings, and the boundaries were very extensive: from - from I need you as a living strapon, to - I probably love him and if he calls marry me, give up my goddamned life and become a faithful wife. However, as soon as the acute phase of the quarrel was over, and the meetings resumed, he began to occupy the niche reserved for him - the coolest lover, but in any case not the only one.

She was very upset by the fact that her virtual beloved, to whom she had placed very high hopes for a meeting, having arrived in Emsk and calling her, turned out to be not so gallant and courteous during voice communication as she had thought before. "He thought that I would become easy prey for him," Zemfira shared with me, "but I have too many such prey, but I need something more serious." However, the disappointment of the first failed meeting was redeemed by a very unexpected second when he came to our region unexpectedly, just as unexpectedly called her, invited her to dinner at a restaurant, told her all the appropriate words, giving her a choice - or she quit work and went to him, or he quits his job and moves to Ems. Definitely pushing her to the most serious relationship (up to marriage) with him, even here I was stumped, not knowing which choice would be better?

In the official hierarchy of Zemfira, approximately at the level of a deputy minister, it would be very illogical to give up such a post, especially with children-students, and other close relatives who still need her help. Exactly the same is illogical leaving her, almost the same high position, from her beloved and moving to his wife.

One of her replicas sounds quite characteristic when we talked about perspectives. “At first I would have been given the so-called guest marriage. He doesn’t live with me, we just meet whenever possible, spend time, sleep together often, but not always. Perhaps, I will be able to decide in time and make a conclusion, I have enough of it alone, or the others are an urgent need. But I will be very ashamed if a person quits his job, changes his whole life, but in the end I still cannot be a full-fledged wife for him. ”

And then, as if having recollected it:
“Well, what the fuck is going on in my soul, DD ?! I just got out of bed one lover, discussing with another how to get settled and lure a third as a husband. Horror! And besides, sincerely I say to you, I love him very much. Do you believe me? ”
“I believe, Zemfira! And do not even just believe. I know it".

I want to say that so much frankness and confidence sometimes even interfere with intimacy. It was sometime recently, I was planning a trip to Ems, I told her about it, all the more so until our third intimate meeting took place (which she promised me in any case, even if she gets married and will be the most faithful wife) , and a kind of compliment sounded: “Oh, DD, how can I sleep with you? You're like a brother to me now. So close and dear, that about sex with you I can not even think! "

And after that short meeting in a cafe, we had two more personal, but not intimate meetings. Again in the cafe, but she came with a friend, and after that Zemfira I took to the event, and with a friend we retired to the apartment. An excellent woman was a pity that she did not stay in our area for long, but promised to come again.

And the latest, in December. Zemfira invited me home; we spent the evening chatting, coffee and cigarettes in comfort and warmth. Kiss at the entrance and slamming on the pope at parting is difficult to consider intimate, so the meeting was purely friendly. At the same time she was shown the manuscript of this story. I was after having sex with another woman, she, after seeing me off, went to one of her men. Calm, peaceful communication. Not a mad passion in the eyes, but a time-tested and mutually trusting closeness. Live and learn, and for the first time, with all my great experience, I saw how my relationship with a girlfriend outgrew the framework of sex, and I get from this intimacy of a kind, but still a thrill! And I value in her first of all the Man, and not just the Woman.