It was a trip. For a very short time. On Saturday morning - arrival, on Sunday evening - departure. View on Mamba profiles of women of the area where they were to go. Acquaintance and correspondence, washing and driving, hilling and negotiating the technical details of the upcoming sex. So decided. Olga will be the first number in this mini show parade. Saturday morning and day before my evening official event, for the sake of which, in fact, the whole trip was started. At night I will sleep off, taking into account that the strong drinks will be consumed Nemer. I will spend the morning and the day of Sunday with the second number, a certain person with the nickname “Joy”, who did not wish to state her real name, but nevertheless gave the phone number. Forward!

When I met Olya at the door of the hotel, she was wearing a hat and a long coat. Both are red. When, after a light snack in the room and drinking brandy (she refused to go straight to the cafe), she undressed, her bra and panties turned out to be red too. And when, after the first blowjob, we chatted on various (including political) topics, finishing off the bottle and eating snacks on the sly, the pro-communist views of the Red Belt-born Nechernozem region, seduced by the long ruble of Olympic construction projects, were not surprised either.

But she was surprised by her stubborn desire not to leave the room and wait for me to return from the wedding at least at two, at least in three nights.
- Never mind, I will quietly watch TV or read newspapers, then I will fall asleep. You lock me the key, I will not go out anyway. I don't want to come back to the hostel, please ...

I repent, flashed in my head bad thoughts. But since I still took money and documents with me, what would she have stolen, for example? My old slippers or bulky hotel TV? In general, allowed.

Towards evening we left the room together, walked to the bus stop, from where the minibuses went to the country restaurant, visited a supermarket, where I saw Olga's burning eyes, I bought her a set of underwear (what color? What a naive question? Red, of course!), Despite on a slight excuse. Then I went to the wedding (see part three), and with Olga, who returned to the hotel, we had some time texted in the virtual sex genre, playing up the theme of erotic lingerie and costumes for role-playing games.

I returned earlier than expected (not at 2-3 nights, but around midnight), under a light hop, of course. Olya was still awake (which I was afraid of, thinking about how the neighbors and owners would react to the fact that a drunken guest would tinker at the door of his room), watching TV. Under his background muttering, alternating with intrusive advertising, I was given a second blowjob. It is a solid and high-quality, with an attempt to follow the instructions "Stop! Come on! ”But without swallowing sperm. Then I fell asleep, and Olga continued to watch TV.

At 9 in the morning I woke up, washed and, while Olya was asleep, I decided to go to the store, buy us food for breakfast and lunch, since at night she begged permission to stay with me until my evening departure. During the hour of absence (although the store was in the next building), he answered three calls. A few minutes spoke with "Joy", apologizing for the fact that there will be no meeting. However, there was no particular annoyance, because the mood of "Joy" was like this: a meeting in a neutral territory, coffee, but we'll see. Why should I look, why should I have a tit in the sky, if the same tit in my hands is already waiting in the room and can’t say goodbye? Half an hour, if not more, the conversation with his wife lasted. She asked in detail about the wedding, about all the acquaintances and strangers who were present and absent there, about the dress of the bride and the changes of dishes, about music and dancing, trying to determine by my voice and not whether there was any treason.

- Listen, dear! - I said at the end, already tired of questioning (and even somewhat frozen, December in Chernomorsk is still December). - Be patient 2-3 days, they in social. networks will post a detailed account of the wedding, and then you will get answers to your questions. And I have no time, a woman is waiting for me in the room.
“Oh, what a talker and boaster you are,” the spouse laughed, although she talked more, and there was no mention of boasting. - Hungry and angry, but I do not know you. Go eat breakfast, bon appetit! Hello friends!
- Thank you, definitely! - I mumbled in response to the already extinguished mobile screen.

And then there was a call from Olga.
- Where are you going? Ran away from me? Already?
- You will not get it! Cooming soon. Hi to you, by the way.

After breakfast, Olya sucked for the third time. And she stared into the drawer again, watching movies one by one, switching from one channel to another, as soon as the long-awaited happy end arrived. I was not nervous and did not strain, I also rested and relaxed, skipping past all the ups and downs of movie scenes, thinking about my own and stroking the body of a new woman lying mechanically next to me, being content with the very fact of short-term detachment from the ordinary, going out to the balcony to smoke and observe the surroundings with dimly blue stripes of the sea in the distance, breathing in the salty wind and smiling at the rays of the bright winter sun.

A certain quickening happened after lunch. Olga showed me how the lingerie bought yesterday sits on her, allowed me to take several pictures (without a face, naturally), after a long blowjob-foreplay a short sexual intercourse was performed (why short? Because she insisted on using rubber bands) with the same ending in mouth. Then there was for me an attempt to bring it to orgasm, alternating between manual and oral types of caresses. Alas, did not work. And the reason for that, I believe, is not only the information that to reach the peak it is necessary to caress it for a long time and even then not the fact that it will turn out, but also the foolish jokes of pseudo-humorists from the background-working television, to which we listened willy-nilly.

Then we read a little from her phone (very uncomfortable, I tell you honestly), Olya allowed me to publish a story about her and put her picture, but in no case do not disclose the real name of her hometown. Much longer we talked about sex and unusual sexual partners (w) ah. It turned out that Olga does not shy away from the offers of perverts from the mamba, who dream to lick off without sex or be in the role of a slave (not in the style of BDSM, but domestic (sex, unde) sexual with a humiliating and offensive attitude). A normal lover (on an ongoing basis) she has one here, in her words, some kind of cool entrepreneur, owner of supermarkets and department stores. In reality, it seems to me, the situation was much more modest, the owner of 1-2 outlets and the average wear of foreign cars. For, as Olga blurted out, before each of their trips to the hotel, he stubbornly probed the ground, but could she ask her or ask his acquaintances if anyone had an empty apartment where you should “water the flowers.” The list of gifts from the generous “local oligarch” also “impressed”: one pair of shoes for 10 months of meetings.

In the evening Olya brought me a bundle with my train dinner, and we walked to the bus stop, from where I got on the bus to the train station. Sms-kami were rewritten in the style of “the cuckoo praises the cock, because he praises the cuckoo”. But she did not return to her dorm room for 4 beds, but to my room, since he was paid for two days, until Monday morning. Without failing to call his “rich” lover there, finally appearing with “his” territory for sex. All - with my permission. DD - Good Uncle ...

Sexual result of this trip - four blowjob and some sex. It has long been this was not, with one partner for one meeting. I would remember without a notebook.

Part three, final. DD.

(in the text of the third part fragments from letters to girlfriends were used, who were told about the trip and its history without a hitch)

It has been 20 years since our last meeting with Naina.
In November 2013, the bell rang from VV.
- If you have not forgotten about your promise, then on Saturday (on such and such date) be kind ...