*** The story is based on the real Anna ***

An adult bald man, forty-six years old, confidently descended the stairs and had already reached the fifth floor. In his hand he held a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Today was a special day, or rather an evening, but especially a special night was supposed to turn out, and Victor felt it with all his gut. His wife went on a weekend to her mother, who had a knee in pain, and Victor had a long-awaited chance, which he immediately decided to take full advantage of.

His goal this Saturday night was Anna, a student who lived in his own house, a beautiful and charismatic brunette with a slugging barbell, slender wide hips and booty, a second-sized breast and a sly look that outwardly betrayed some features of this wonderful Ukrainian . The image of this muse completed the tattoo on her right shoulder with the image of a red rose bud. Despite her very provocative appearance, Anna was a very well-read girl and, as they say, wise beyond her years in life matters. Victor often ran to her going to work, which is why for his wife he started working day at 8.30, which gave him pleasant morning minutes over a cup of coffee with Anna in her kitchen. They talked about everything, often Viktor needed Anna's advice, and sometimes he needed to share experiences or good news, and she was the perfect person for these purposes. She understood everything and always, sometimes from half a word, and sometimes from his quarter. Anna met Victor in a special way: dressing gowns, pajamas, loose hair or bunched hair, and always a sly look. They had very exciting relations, built on mutual sympathy (and this does not happen without sympathy), mutual respect (in fairness, we note that Anna respected Victor and thought a little less about his marriage, but who is without sin?) And probably with something else, which both, if they guessed, tried not to talk about it openly.

Today, for the first time, they agreed to meet in the evening at Anna, knowing full well that Victor is free at night. For such a meeting, they both prepared with special responsibility, the details of which will be revealed in the course of our history. In the meantime, Victor reached the third floor and pressed the bell button. The door opened and he was immediately forced to whistle - Anna stood on the threshold with an even more sly smile, wisp of hair, glasses with leopard rim, a short silk blue robe that converged just below Anna's chest just to fasten on the only button and do not open to Victor’s gaze her desired breast, and ended just below the protruding ass, and in black shoes completing the image. Victor, recovering from such a phenomenon of Anna to the people from one person, gave her a passionate bouquet of red roses and felt that his device, like a compass, was trying to point in the same direction, but was constrained by jeans. They greeted, kissed on the cheek went to Anna's apartment.

Victor immediately noted the magnificent fragrance of the girl’s perfume, as well as the aroma of something very tasty, coming from the kitchen. As usual, he went there and was subjected to a second strong surprise for this, just beginning, evening. The table was covered with all sorts of snacks, two bottles of champagne and two glasses beautifully iridescent in the light of burning thick candles. From the portable speaker music flowed unobtrusively. Then Anna came into the kitchen, carrying a vase of water and flowers and tapping her heels. She put the flowers on the table, which completed the romantic image of the evening. Victor crumbled in compliments for such a great atmosphere and a rich table, incomparable with the usual morning coffee, which he loved no less.They settled at the table, opposite each other, and Victor opened a bottle of champagne, with the deafening opening of the cork of which, Anna screamed with joy. The man poured a sizzling drink in his glasses while his muse put Caesar salad with shrimps on him, which he prepared specially for him.

Victor's eyes now and then fell on Anna's cleavage, which clearly made it clear that she was today without a bra. When the cooking arrangements were completed, Victor raised his glass and offered a toast to the incredibly beautiful inhabitant of this apartment, the hostess, and just a gorgeous girl. Anna giving him a grateful look, replied: "From an incredible man I hear ...!" And they, laughing, clinked glasses and drank champagne. Then they began to lightly cooked light dishes, talked about this and that, and about the wife who left, and by the third glass everything turned into a frank flirt. Victor poured out the champagne again, looked at Anna and in her glasses he saw glimpses of dancing fiery tongues of candles, or maybe it was the lights of her eyes that continued to look at him slyly and seductively. Victor decided that the moment of transition to a new stage of their relationship had come and began a toast to love. In the toast, he mixed all sorts of hints of love between them: he mentioned both the difference in age, free and unfree people, and the harmony between spiritual and physical love ... Anna sent him a kiss through the table and skillfully raising one curb like a mantra repeated: "For spiritual and physical love ...". They slowly clinked glasses and drank. Champagne was a great relaxation for both, and the atmosphere was becoming more idyllic.

The time has come, and with it, she visited Anna's head with an idea to dance. With a half-full glass (pessimists, get used to it), she got up and, dancing lightly, on her heels went to the column to make the music a little louder. Victor, following the path of the girl, or rather the girl herself, decided not to lag behind and also rose from the table. They slowly began to dance alongside, looking at each other and sending inwardly intimate signals. Under the jazz composition, Anna approached Victor and began to smile with her hips, turning her back to him smoothly. The man pressed himself against the barely concealed priest and felt the desire overwhelm him. He watched as Anna continued to move her hips, frankly rubbing her ass on his jeans and drinking champagne. Victor almost mechanically put two hands on the hips of the beauty and after some instant he controlled the tact of his serving pumped butt on his device. His hands felt the contours of his muse panties. Anna looked searchingly over her shoulder and smiled. There was everything in that smile. She turned sharply and, without letting go of her glass, threw her arms around Victor's neck. He pulled her around the waist, and felt her young, agitated under her robe, body. They looked at each other at close range and merged in a tender, long kiss to the sound of jazz.

Coming out of this love turn, Anna smoothly withdrew from Victor and told him that she would be back soon. He took his place at the table, deciding to soak his throat with champagne, for which he opened the second bottle. He heard the sound of water, apparently coming from the bathroom. After some time, Victor heard Anna call him and went to his voice. Going into the bathroom, he stumbled upon another surprise from his muse - the bath was filled with water with fragrant foam, which tried to pass over the edge. Anna was sitting on the side, shaking her leg, and her robe seemed to open a little more. Smiling slyly from under her passionately leopard glasses, she only asked: “Relaxation time?” Victor quickly approached her and dug into her lips, his right hand reached for her chest over the robe, but Anna quickly pulled her back: “Have patience, dear , first you ", - and her pen began to look for a man's belt. He began to take off his top, while Anna's beautiful fingers deftly dealt with the belt and pants.

Passion was overwhelming both, and Victor’s muse pulled his panties down with jeans, sending out the most enlarged anaconda, which Anna almost immediately faced. She handled the device, studying it tactile and visually, and then abruptly stood up and told Victor to sit in the bath. Involuntarily obeying, he climbed into the warm water and plunged into the foam. Anna, shaking her hips, ran into the kitchen for champagne, a column and candles. She turned off the light in the bathroom, handed the bottle to Victor and began to dance slowly to music, tapping her heels on the tiles. The man was simply in paradise: being in a relaxing bathtub filled with warm water and foam, drinking cool champagne, by the light of candles and beautiful music, he admired the dancing young beauty, to whom he blazed a variety of feelings and desires. Anna danced in front of him, she looked at him, smiled, showed herself from different angles and ... undid the button on her robe. Immediately appeared black lace panties, which Victor groped earlier.

She danced teasing him and not showing her breasts, turned her back and twisted her ass, lifting her robe and showing it, and then ... Then, standing with her back to Victor, Anna slowly dropped her robe ... Reaching her rosette on her shoulder, beautiful back and ass in beautiful panties. She with glasses looked over her shoulder and made her eyes. Victor barely restrained from such a show, he asked Anna to turn around, to which she danced slightly and, standing with her back to the bath, began to slowly pull down her panties from her ass, looking imploringly at Victor over her shoulder and slightly crouching, adding to the expressiveness of her ass. Panties slightly teased a man, walking the pope up and down, and then rushed along the slender legs to the tile ... Anna in some heels twisted her bare booty in front of her lover and dancing turned to face him, showing all the charms at once. Victor could not take his eyes off her body and his hand from his. A dancing girl came up to the bath and playfully threw off her shoes, remaining only in glasses and with her hair gathered in a bun. She deftly took up her hand and was in the bathtub on Victor. He ran his hands over her body, squeezed his chest and yet found the strength to divert one of his hands to serve Anna champagne. She greedily swallowed him and, turning her head, presented a cool kiss to her gentleman. Their bodies were hidden by foam, under which the priest Anna was rubbing a little about Victor's member. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her sexy rosette and slightly shook her body, hinting to his lover about his desires ...