The evening began even as something ordinary.

Well, ordinary by the standards of this new and unusual period of my life. But in general, if you compare it with what I put into the concept of “ordinary evening” only half a year ago, then everything was unusual.

After the pool and sauna, I did not go on the couch, but went to the medical center. Tatyana Sergeevna had an evening shift, and since my procedures were not yet over, then upon arrival I, without further ado, was put into the already familiar pose on the couch behind a curtain. And today it was just the procedure, and not like before. Grease, strong fingers, confident and

skillful movements, a couple of minutes of the massage itself, and then a suppository and inserted butt plug. Only by driving a plastic cap into my relaxed anus, Tanya let her emotions out of control for a second. I was bitten by the earlobe and promised with a barely restrained growl that “this ass today will be repeatedly fucked, but these traffic jams to and fro are a good midfielder and a warm-up”.

After that, I got a clean and uncomplicated aesthetic pleasure, looking at how my woman changes clothes.

Medhalatik - in the closet, white lace bodice - throw off the shoulders, turn on the belt, unbutton - and in the same closet. Collect the hair in a high beam with your palms, opening the chiseled neck and admire yourself in the mirror hanging on the inner door of the same cabinet. To see my admiring glance in this very mirror, and proudly lift up the nose, put the leg in the stocking, bend the back - and everything is so natural, easy, without the slightest sense of falsehood and imagination. Rate my excitement from the scene just played, just smile and get a dark blue skirt from the depths of the closet to the knees. A second stumble with a tiny snake, and the skirt takes its place on the luxurious hips, hiding from my greedy gaze neat white panties and a lovely elastic ass. Then - the usual white "office" blouse, shoes on a heel a couple of centimeters and, the final chord, - again raised hair fastened with a hairpin.

I interrupted her “I am ready”, seizing the woman in an armful and with greed, having bitten into soft lips smelling like mint. Resisting for a second, rather for sight than for real, Tanya with pleasure and no less greed began to respond to my kiss.

- What did you like?

- You are very beautiful. Regardless of whether you are dressing or undressing.

- Ha! That's the same thing!

Upon arrival to Tatiana, I was sent into the shower with an order to shave everywhere and everywhere, and the hostess herself slipped into the studio, collecting “props” for the future artistic session. Or not only artistic, if we consider who we will represent.

I do not need to shave my legs - more or less professional swimming requires this by default. Armpits - even more so. But on the outskirts of male pride had to work hard, since Tanya had a very good shaving gel.

A few minutes later Tatiana herself went into the bathroom, dressed in “Eve's costume,” and, putting me in the same knee-elbow, started shaving in the most difficult place for every guy. I, of course, flexible, but shaving qualitatively there is beyond my capabilities.

The cool gel was qualitatively crushed in the area of ​​"near-with-bikini" in the vicinity of the back, heh, and I froze, turning into a statue. Let Tanya have a safety razor in her hands, but moving is too great a risk. Men will understand me. Yeah.

- By-by, now you will be clean, as it should be pretty girls! And then there were growing bushes here, some kind of Summer Garden. Well ... ka ... - quickly washing away the remains of foam, Tatyana ran her tongue over the freshly shaved anus, causing a wave of strong tremor in me.The contrast of dry cool air and hot moist tongue - mrrrr, how cool!

Meanwhile, the tongue did not even think about stopping - he fluttered around, tried to sneak in, kneaded and stroked, making me moan and tremble.

- Rrrr, slut, stop twisting your seductive ass! - With obvious difficulty, the carried away woman pulled away from the caresses, pulling away from me. - So you ask to be pulled, right?

Of course, this question did not require an answer. Having straightened up and having pressed on hands of a shower gel, I began to soap excitedly indignant Tanya, trying not to wet her hairstyle. And almost immediately I caught myself on the fact that not how much my naked foamy-born beauty, how much I caress her, paying particular attention to my chest and pope. True, I had only to try to get to the secret, as I got a slap on the arm.

- I, of course, well, mrrr, even very well, and really want you to continue, yeah, that's it, but ... but you and I are expected. - removing my palm from my chest and rinsing, the woman jumped out of the bathroom, wrapping herself in a huge white towel as she went.

- Sweet honey, come on faster.

- Go where we go?

- To the "Five Corners". And you need to be there by eight

- OU. Then yes, you have to hurry.

While I was wiping, Tatiana slipped back into the bathroom, already in her underwear and stockings.

“My girl, have you forgotten anything?”

- Hmm, it seems no!

After that, they nodded at a cork lying on the side of the bathroom.

- And, my dear, do it yourself - otherwise I’ll surely fall for it. - in her trembling voice heard a serious arousal. So this game with a shower, gel and foam will have to be continued.

- And where... ? - I was answered even before I could finish uttering the question.

- Lubricant on the nightstand!

The road to the studio did not take much time. The avenues were loaded mainly at our meeting, and the embankments and bridges in the center were a bit free by eight o'clock. A place for parking in the yard-well was pointed out to me by Tanya, it’s supposedly registered under Victor, park quietly. Squeaky entrance doors, an elevator lattice shaft, dusty windows, tall ceilings - a classic front door in an old, pre-revolutionary building.

Rising to the very top of the erased innumerable tenants of the steps, I found myself nervous that my anus involuntarily and, of course, to no avail, was trying to shrink on the elastic plastic of the cork.

Himself "victor", which with the emphasis on the "O", what is it? A sort of bun, with lush, unkempt head of hair, in an apron spattered with paint over a smoked stretched sweater a la bum from “Brother”, and with a short thick member under a round tummy? Fussy, clumsy, sweaty palms, greasy lips, plump, badly shaved, cheeks? And lustful, soiling, look, running then on Tannina figure in scarlet latex, then on my protruding, gleaming lubricant, ass?

Or is it a pale-eyed dude, just from the salon from a peeling session, shugaring and other lifting sessions? Long fingers, skinny jeans, thin, twisted in eternal contempt for the surrounding cattle, lips, necessarily summed up with dark lipstick? And he will fuck me so boredly, without haste, with a sort of aristocratic laziness, parallel to a pin of a cigarette in a long mouthpiece (so that fingers do not smell tobacco, it went) and discussing Tanya’s influence on Kyiv abstract artists with Tanya? Well, in Tanyusha I doubt, she will not be able to discuss such a thing quite professionally, yeah. I, for sure, cannot even insert words. And I will feel because of this, respectively. For the sake of which, in fact, this goat will lead such a conversation - so that all passive people can feel their position and place more clearly and contrastly.

Now we will rise, let us go, so what? How next? How to say what to do? What are I, immediately in a pose and forward? Literally in the hallway, letting only lean on the rack for shoes and even bury you in a coat, hanging from a spring on a hanger so that during frictions it doesn’t hurt your head against the wall?

Or, for acquaintance, let us have some coffee, to relax in unfamiliar surroundings, and then instead of a shoe stand there will be a kitchen stool, and I will beat my head against the refrigerator with the obligatory Chinese plastic calendar with the kittens?