I have always been keen on women older than me, much ... stories, photos, videos and various chats where I was looking for women older were giving my shoots - I learned how to communicate with them, to interest and not particularly load my head. In addition, meetings, though not frequent, allowed to learn an intimate experience.
But dating in reality, for me, was still an unexpected and juicy action.
This incident happened quite recently, and I was rather ... led than leading.
Everything is pretty usual and trite, so to say vital.
Gathering for a training session, I went out into the street and when I got to the bus stop I sat down in anticipation of the tram.
Yes ... I am that rare person who prefers to wait a little, but to go by tram in free space, and not by minibus - in crowded.

This time the waiting was delayed ... and there was no transport. After half an hour, I could not stand and just sat down on a bench next to a woman of uncertain age (both 45 - and 55 and 60 maybe).
Although I am an amateur older women, but ... training is training, and there were no thoughts. Besides - she was a typical housewife outwardly. Medium-long hair - curly, blouse-dress - emphasizing not elastic figure, but obvious body looseness, small tummy, tights - skin-colored and ordinary shoes - made on a small platform - Under the heel.
In the end, the minibus came, though mine, but I was not going to ride it.
- “Well, let's go?” - the voice made me shudder, and turning my head I saw this woman smiling, she got up and took the bags.

“Don't ... stay, I'm on the tram,” I waved my head, not really understanding what was happening.
- "In vain" - she smiled at me and had already turned taking a couple of steps.
- “And you stay” - it was this phrase that was successful and allowed me to continue acquaintance.
- “Why?” - she froze - half turned and ready, if she had time to get into the minibus with the crowd.
- “Well ... we will wait together” - stupid but what else could have occurred to me?
“Well ... let's wait,” she sat back and put her handbag on her knees. “Why wait for the cancer to whistle on the mountain?”
- “I don’t know ... but where to go then?” - I was a little confused and my eyes wandered - she was looking at me too intently.
- “I don’t know where you are, but I personally go to the store”
- “Shopping?”
- “He is the most” - her eyes looked at me almost straight and not detachable, from which I did not know where to look.

A minute passed ... another silence.
“Well, you stopped me, but now you are silent” - a little bit of reproach in her voice, but it was obvious that this was only for the continuation of communication. - “So you will be silent?”
- “Yes, just unexpectedly” - a hundred ideas were spinning in my head, but everyone was either stupid or the tongue didn’t turn to blurt out - “They called ... here, I was confused”
- “What can you make me a company?” So she called, ”she laughed, and running her hand into her bag, she took out a cigarette and lit it.
- “I can make up ... I’m Sasha, we’ll get to know each other?” - no longer fearing to look stupid, I decided, come what may.
- “Olga” - she slightly turned in my direction and released smoke - “Consider met”
She did not speak loudly, but people were already gathering around — waiting for another transport — some hearing a part of the conversation were looking at this picture — where the young boy and the woman were getting acquainted in years; .

“If we are not going to go both, maybe we can take a walk?” Without waiting for an answer, she got up and hung her bag on her shoulder and looked from top to bottom at me.
- “M-can” - a moment and I jumped to my feet, and we moved along the bus stop - “Maybe we’ll sit in the shade?” towards my home.
- "You can sit, if you will not be silent so" - it was obvious that she was funny, but still accustomed to being led.
- “I can be silent, I can not be silent” - I began to slowly relax, seeing that we left the crowd, and none of whose ears are listening to us.
- “Don't be silent, the man should have a well-hung tongue - we are women, we love with our ears”
- "Well ... I will try"
- “Try ... not in vain got acquainted?” - she took out another cigarette, and we sat down on the nearest bench - to my house, with a hand - the next one.
“Oh, and I live here,” I waved my hand to the side of the house.
- “I'm here” - she waved her hand to the top.
- “In the house, or at the entrance in this?” - I was not consciously stupid.
- “Both at home and at the entrance” - she smiled.
- “Neighbor means”

- “Neighbor” - she sat next to me at last on the bench half a turn to me, so her legs almost touched mine.
Having chatted on abstract topics, I tried to answer as ambiguously as possible, but to be “On the Edge” of vulgarity, however, Olga did not hesitate and didn’t show a negative attitude to my vulgar jokes.
- “And in general, Ol, it turned out that you met me, and not me” - I decided to take what is called the bull by the horns and check how far it goes in frank communication.
- “Well, it's easier to do it yourself than to wait for a man” - she exhaled another stream of smoke - it was already the fifth cigarette - “Does it bother you much?”
- “No, no ... I am not embarrassed at all” - I shook my foot - which came into contact with her leg, thus patting, as it were - “It's nice when the girls meet”
- “I am no longer a girl” - the smile never left her face - “But sometimes I can take the initiative. Mind you. Sometimes"
- “You start, and I continue?” - I noted that she also shook her foot, rubbed herself against mine, and lowered her hand and stroked her knee, in response, she put her hand on top - “Little experience in acquaintance, but I will try the same
- “It is possible and so, the neighbor” - she put out a cigarette on the bench and threw it on the asphalt - “Will you come to visit? With shopping, I think we will wait ”

- "Um ... I will come if you invite, and pour tea"
“I'll give you a drink ... and even a sweet treat.” She laughed and slammed my knee up, and although I wanted to invite her first, she was leading, and in a minute we were waiting for the elevator.
Another moment - and already rose. On the 9th floor.
- “Wow, at the top? Does a good view open? ”
- “The floor of the city is visible” - it was also clear that she clearly sweetened me, because she got up almost turning her back - “If you want to see it”
- "If you show, I will look" - she just smiled at this ambiguity and took my hand and said.
“I’ll show you, don't make noise just. There’s nothing for the neighbors to know that I bring the boys to visit, the rumors will go.” We went up to the 10th floor in silence, where instead of 4 apartments there were only 3 in the pocket, and she opened the door.
- “Well, here” - she took off her shoes and went to the kitchen, you could hear the click of the kettle - “Come in, tea, coffee? Anything else?"
- "Um ... Tea ..." - her slight ambiguity and the very situation began to excite me, but I was afraid to scare off - "And what else is that?"

- "Something sweet ..." - as soon as I sat down, she stood close to me, and putting the bag in the mug began to pour boiling water from the kettle.
- "Be careful ... do not throw on me" - I put my hands on my waist while holding a joke.
- "And you hold tight then" - she took the game and pouring one mug, began to pour the second one.
- "And so ..." - a little lower - and the hands were on the hips - "So strong?"
- “Already better ... neighbor” - she smiled and put the teapot on the table, so as not to escape from the hands.
“Do you mind if the old aunt sits down?” She turned and sat on my knees, fidgeting a little.
“You are not old ...” - with one hand I held my waist, and with the other I nudged it slightly with a side and put it on my legs - “Is the age just a figure?”
“Well, young is far to me,” she sighed, which made her small breasts jump under my nose.
I wasted no time stroking my leg, convincing me that nothing was old, and generally this was nonsense.

- "You got it ..."

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