A small but important preface.
This story was written at the request of Lyudmila from Murmansk.

I tried to fulfill all your wishes, and as accurately as possible to describe the events told by you. It is impossible to put into words how grateful I am to you for giving me the opportunity to write this story myself. I hope nothing will interfere with our plans, and we can meet.

Part 1.

Despite her age, Lyudmila was a modern woman. She went with the times and was not afraid of innovation. She very quickly figured out a new and very expensive model of a smartphone presented to her by her daughter and son-in-law for her birthday. She would never have bought herself this phone because of its high cost. But her children did not spare the money for the mother and brought a small box wrapped in a white sheet of paper painted with a child's hand on her fifty-year anniversary. Her son-in-law, whom she did not have for her (in a good way, you should not think that she did not love her daughter), earned good money and could afford such expenses. He considered Lyudmila the second mother and tried his best to support her. Both morally and financially. He lost his parents at a young age and, having met the parents of his wife, he recognized in Lyudmila a mother whom he had lost so early. Lyudmila tactfully refused expensive gifts, but took the phone, considering failure for bad form.

And now for two years this smartphone served her faithfully. Her friends were terribly afraid of “glass plates,” they did not understand why she needed a computer, and they washed the bones behind her eyes, jealous of her current life. But they forgot that her beautiful life began only after the death of her husband. It’s bad to think like that about loved ones, Lyudmila didn’t think about that, but somewhere deep down she realized that all this lightness and calm came to her when she became a widow. Her husband was not always such a disgusting man. He seemed sweet and caring, but his true nature was drowsy somewhere deep. Having lost his job in the distant nineties, he and his brothers in misfortune, instead of trying to somehow get out of this situation, quickly gave up and accepted the glass friend into their ranks with open arms. The green snake had only to whisper, and at the same instant the apple tree was stripped, leaving no leaves on it. Not being able to spit out his anger in the face of the bosses and hateful moneybirds, Peter began to lose his temper with his wife, and sometimes with his daughter. Every booze ended in beatings. Lyudmila, like most women, tolerated such treatment. The sound of the opening door was a nightmare for little Ani. As soon as she heard the click of the castle, the girl grabbed a teddy bear and hid under the bed so that her dad would not notice her. Holding the toy tightly with his elbow, she covered her ears so as not to hear what was happening. One day, trying to protect her mother, Anya learned what pain is. And now she only had to close her ears and hope that Dad was too drunk, and he did not have enough strength to throw out his anger. After graduating from school, Anya chose the institute away from home and ran away. Lyudmila did not blame her for this. She was glad that now her child would be away from this despot. I collected all my savings and spent my daughter. The illusion of security of a single and minor child in a large, unfamiliar city has eclipsed the bitterness of separation. Peter lost his fervor over time, and now he only drank and dragged money from his wife’s wallet. At the end of ruining the liver, he died in the forty-fourth year of life, twelve years ago. Upon learning of the death of her father, Anya did not shed a single tear, and Lyudmila finally took a deep breath, although she did not give herself the report.

Left at forty-one, Lyudmila did not even think about remarriage. It seems to be the prime of life.Not twenty-five of course, but the remaining powder is enough to ram a densely populated city. She did not want this, she was accustomed to rely on herself, and finding a good and lonely man after forty is rather problematic. So she assured her friends and herself. In fact, she was afraid of a repetition of the past situation, but at the root she was stifling this thought and enjoying solitude. Until the moment that changed her life.

About a year and a half after the previous events, Svetlana, a friend of Lyudmila, celebrated her 40th birthday. Sveta was the soul of the company, people were drawn to it. A small country house cracked on the number of friends gathered there. Lyudmila gladly accepted the invitation and bought an expensive dress and shoes on this occasion. For once in her life, she decided to please herself. It seems to be a trifle, but for Ludmila it was a turning point. Trying on a dress in the store, she was glowing with happiness. Picking up the right shoes and paying off at the checkout, without any regrets Lyudmila handed the money to the cashier and left the shopping center with a smile on her lips. The dress was perfect, hiding flaws and emphasizing the advantages. Although the years of sedentary work and constant stinging of stress made Ludmila an ordinary fat woman, the last months of a quiet life had a favorable effect. The excess weight has not gone anywhere, but the skin has turned pink, the nails have ceased to exfoliate, and the hair has acquired the same volume. And how nice it was to hear compliments from familiar people that evening.

Svetlana was not offended that more attention was paid to her friend. She was glad that Lyudmila finally got out of her shell and, without any envy, unlike some, was glad for her. But that was only the beginning. How men looked at her! The first of these, she noticed quite by accident. He stood a distance from her and talked to his friend. His friend was emotionally telling something, gesticulating with his hands. And this man just nodded his words and looked at Lyudmila. Compliments girlfriends did not go to any comparison with this look. The woman, who tasted the horror and did not break at the same time, was ashamed like a schoolgirl and, smiling awkwardly, ran out into the street. A cool breeze blew through the skin, but the heat did not subside. Lyudmila saw her hand holding a glass shaking. The dress was tight, the air was not enough.

- Sorry, we seem strangers, my name is Victor. - the same man came from nowhere. Lyudmila lost herself in thought and did not notice how he approached.

- Luda. - in the throat was dry, the voice was high as if the cat had stepped on the tail.

- Very nice. - Victor smiled and extended his hand.

- Mutually. - Lyudmila got rid of a lump in her throat, took the glass with her left hand and squeezed the outstretched hand.

...

Seven happy years flew by. Victor turned out to be a man, who could only dream of. But the romantic adult movie ended, leaving behind a taste of emptiness. Lyudmila knew about Victor's illness and his loss was not a surprise. After he left, she tried not to think about the bad, remembering only the brightest. And hidden from all. It turns out that a woman can also enjoy sex. Yes, what! Victor was one of those men who put other people's interests above their own, sexually. Lyudmila was very afraid of their first time. The main fear is to appear naked in front of this person. But an agitated sexual organ and a devouring gaze freed from all fears and doubts. That very evening Ludmila learned what a real orgasm is. And then again. A pleasant tingling accompanied her all the next day and, not waiting for the next meeting, she called Victor and invited him to her place. Lyudmila plunged into the pool of debauchery and could not get drunk from this lake. Over time, oral sex was added to traditional sex. Wanting to show how strong her love is for this man, she wrapped her lips around his penis and began to move ineptly. She liked to watch as the sperm shoots out of the penis, while she drives her hand.The response was not long in coming. Feeling someone else's lips and tongue, caressing her clitoris, Ludmila almost immediately ended, rather from a piquant situation than from pleasant sensations. But all good ...