Already on May 20, 2017 has come, the warm summer is approaching, but spring, despite the occasional chill, has managed to please the cold ..
I am writing, at the same time savoring what happened in my head, and sometimes I shudder - after all, it will be decided on this ... it was not easy and a lot of willpower was required ..
But what exactly ... about 10 days ago, spring still took its toll, but ... the same age as the younger girls did not particularly attract (too ordinary) - peers are a kind of pop in the show business ... and apart from physical pleasure, they can only * morally * rape the brain ... which they are proud of.
Another thing - adult mature ladies - after all, even to come to meet you - already requires determination, excitement, inner pictures and thoughts, fantasies ...

So this time it was - I went out early in the morning, and went to another part of the city.
Walking through the yards, shopping (mostly Red and White), I was pretty disappointed - in spite of the sunny day, I didn’t see any suitable women ... I’d even be fat, I would even say a very fat woman 50-55 on the bench in the courtyard but smoked. She was dressed in a dark dress that should be slimmer, but ... it was useless - there was a kilogram of 130-140 in it.
Having decided that an attempt is not torture, I went to the store and bought ice cream, I approached her, specifying
- "Not occupied?"
- "No, sit down" - despite the fact that she was sitting in the middle of the bench and I had enough space, she moved up, looking at me - in other matters, without any intention.

- “Yes ... it's warm today” - I noticed stretching and as I tried to start a conversation
- “So, spring is already ... in a week they promise heat in general, and warming” - she kindly entered into a dialogue with me.
It seems to be constantly scrolling through such acquaintances in my head — there (in the head, I mean), the answer is always ready ... right there — it did not go. But it seemed to her the most interesting was to chat.
- “Will you get out, too?” Is already her turn of the initiative,
- “Well, just walk, good on the street” - trying to accept her manner of speaking on YOU - “I am Sasha by the way”
- “Nastya” - she answered rather shortly because she smoked.
- "Can I have you?"
“Well, can you, how old are you?” She smoked a cigarette and threw it out and took a bottle of water from her bag and took a sip.
- "I am 24 ... and you ... well, you"

- "Well, you can and you, if not embarrassed, I'm 56" - she laughed at seeing me clumsily moving from You to YOU.
- "Wow ..." - I really did not expect, I thought younger, and just looks older ..
- "What? old? ”she pointedly looked at me.
- “No, just” - I smiled and tried to make nice - “I just thought about 40 years old”
- “Just for what?” - she was already smiling at all, although thick but spring made her own and it was evident that she was pleased by the attention of the young guy.
“Um ... for dating,” I breathed.
- “And are you not too small, for dating yourself?” - the smile in his voice mixed with a slight mockery
- “Well ... it depends on how YOU yourself think” - I was not confused anymore.

- “Oh how, here it is, the modern youth ... to shift all the responsibility on the woman” - she sighed.
“I don’t shift it, I just clarify it ... suddenly I’m still small” - I almost lost my tongue - it’s too young, but she could take it as a hint that she’s old.
- “Age is just a figure” - she added, thinking - “And I am a free woman, and I don’t see anything wrong with dating”
- “Sasha” - presented himself again, blunted
- “Nastya ... Anastasia Alekseevna” - she laughed - “So you will introduce yourself?”
- “Come on Nastya is better” - I took out the ice cream than caused another smile - “Will you be?”
“Oh my God, what kind of men went, are they serving ice cream, not the last one you give?” She unpacked and slightly twisted her lips with a wave swept away the melted top of the ice cream in a cup - “m
- “Well ...as much as I can, so I treat ”- emboldened, I stretched out my hand and brushed the trail of ice cream off the edge of her lip and was pleased - she smiled with her puffy lips and leaned in to make it easier to wipe.
- “Will you try?” - she handed me my cup, and I leaned down to bite off, while trying to make a trace too, I was wondering what she would do.

She repeated the same procedure, smiling and finished the ice cream.
- “Women should come with candy and champagne flowers, not ice cream” - snapped my nose
- "Well ... everything was improvisation, give a chance and come with a gentleman's set"
- “Let's see how independent you are” - she took a phone out of her purse, and pressing the buttons with her fat fingers found the record * I * - “Write”
- “It's hot ... it's time to go home, before evening you can make it at least by nine or ten ... gentleman?” She got up, from which I saw how full she was — a roll of belly, huge chest chin second and thick fingers of sausage. .. but spring is spring.
- "Of course I will be in time ... and ... where"
- “The third entrance to apartment 187 will call the intercom” - she took her handbag, she looked at me and then smiled patted on the head - “Until the evening”

Evening ... evening evening ... I could not have to wait until evening, but ... since she marked the time, I quickly ran to the store, buying champagne ... and then another bottle of wine, gift sweets, condoms and drove home.
The time was slow, but when I was worried, I passed out, woke up from the squeak of the alarm clock - it was already nine ... late.
While I was getting ready, I decided to call a taxi ... I arrived at ten with a penny, and almost reached the door of the entrance.
187 ... Flashing intercom ... and the door opened without question - who and whom.
Having risen to the 3rd floor, I did not manage to correct the bouquet of flowers as the door opened.
- “Well ... I’m waiting for him, and he is late” - a bit with reproach, but there was a joy in his voice that I still came
“I am guilty ... I will correct myself” - I stepped inside - there was a twilight inside, only a night light was burning in the room - with a muffled light and barely gave a slight glow.

- “Of course you will correct it” - the tone seemed playful to me - “Is it me?”
- “Yes, Nastya is like decorating an apartment, although you are already decorating it” - a kind of compliment, but it seems to be a success, and having heard the clatter of heels (?) - she came closer and I looked at it - a classic image of a slut-style. Black jacket-dress top, which does not hide its fullness, not less full legs, in pantyhose or stockings in a large mesh, a skirt as black as a jacket and heels with a platform - from which it was taller than me on the floor of the head, and a pleasant smell of perfume ..
- “Wow ... you look fucking awesome” - I really just lost my head and held out a bouquet.
- "And then!" - fervently exclaimed - "Not bad for the same old woman"
- “You are not an old woman, age is just a figure” - I unbuttoned my jacket, took off my shoes and followed her.

A long corridor, a room, two candles in the middle of the table facing the sofa, and twilight - from constraint, what would hide the fullness or for romance? ... I had no idea, but it was not particularly important.
“This is for you too,” I said, and put a bottle of wine and champagne on the table.
- “Not to you, but Naaaam” - the flowers were placed in a vase and two glasses stood on the table - “Or will you refuse to drink with the lady?”
“No, of course, but the sweets are for you” - I stretched the set, which she immediately opened and put on the table and grabbed a bottle of wine and began to open it.
“Come on, let me do it myself” - she pulled a cork from a bottle under these words, and I sat down on the sofa and felt like she was accidentally pressing herself against me - while pouring a glass.
- “And you look great” - I couldn't help but notice - even though there was a desire and a lack of understanding in me - how can you run yourself like that?

- “And then ... beauty requires sacrifice” - she poured the bottle and poured a bottle and sat down side by side - “Well, for an acquaintance?”
The first toast was told to her and we successfully washed it.
- “Does it require big sacrifices?” I already tried to conduct a dialogue and poured a glass on myself and Nastya
- "Big ..." - she sighed capriciously ... Read more →