My name is Alexey ... A little about myself - now I am about forty, height 175, athletic physique. From childhood he was engaged in swimming, in his youth he even achieved some results, then he had problems with his knee and had to start with sports. Not married, although once was, have a daughter.

I want to tell a few stories from my personal life that happened to me at different times ...

The first story ... I was 26 at the time, I was still married then. The first two years of family life were beautiful and cloudless. The problems began in the third year, the mother-in-law considered that we do not live correctly. I listened to her and, to put it mildly, advised her not to go into our family life. Then she began to act through her daughter, my wife. Quarrels and scandals began, and, sometimes from scratch. At first we quickly put up, but over time, the spats became longer. Then the wife and daughter began to leave for the mother-in-law and live there until I asked for forgiveness. And at some point it just made me sick.

It was already the second week that I lived alone. My wife drove off again to her mother-in-law. So long she had never been away. She called on Thursday evening, but we failed to reconcile, we quarreled again.

The next evening I got drunk, as they say, before losing my pulse. At first, everything was quite civilized, an acquaintance was affixed about the day. Well, then, on the way home, I did not seem to have missed a single bar ... I remember vaguely how I got home ...

In the morning I woke up in a terrible state ... My head was splitting, my mouth felt like shit cats, there was not a pleasant feeling in my stomach ... There was no beer in the fridge, although it was postponed to my memory that I bought it. I looked around and discovered the loss. More precisely, only empty beer bottles. Had to hangover vodka. I could hardly drink it, it started to stir up her smell ... After a while, it became a little easier, but now I was terribly hungry. In this state, I could not cook anything. Not far away was a cafe, I dined there sometimes ...

I took myself dumplings and two glasses of beer. First drained in one fell swoop. A few minutes later it was good. My head brightened a bit, my stomach calmed down. I sit, I eat dumplings, slurping beer. Beauty, and only!

- Do not disturb?

I looked up. Before me ... If it were not for the voice, I would have mistaken her for a guy. But the voice was girlish. Red hair, short haircut, in jeans and a men's shirt, knotted at the navel ... Ladies handbag on the shoulder ...

I nodded silently. She put a plate of salad and a glass of beer on the table, sat down at the table opposite me.

Now I could see her better. Green big eyes, slightly upturned nose, slightly plump lips ... My chest was small, I was barely noticeable ... She thoughtfully picked the fork in a plate, sometimes I took a sip of beer and glanced in my direction ...

I was not at all up to her ... I had my own problems. Family life lately did not develop. And I did not find a solution. For several minutes at the table there was complete silence, each of us was in our thoughts ...

- Do you want to sleep with me? She asked in a trembling voice.

- What?

No, I well heard what she said, but the question was so unexpected ...

- Do you want to fuck me? - This time the voice was more confident.

The first thing that came to mind was that it was some kind of rally or divorce. I looked around, hoping to see teenagers like her somewhere nearby. There was practically no one in the cafe - in the left in the corner were a guy with a girl, talking enthusiastically among themselves, and eating ice cream. On the right, a couple with a child ... I looked at her, her face was serious. Even a bit tense.

- Are you serious? And then I have a bad head in the morning ...

- Yes!

The girl was quite ... Breast is only rather weak ... I have not had sex for almost a month ...

- Want! Can I have a couple of questions?

- What for?

I was absolutely on the drum, I asked out of curiosity.

- I just want to understand something ... Do you want to earn some money?

- Not!

- Why?

- Get your revenge!

- To whom?

- It does not matter ... Although ... Imagine, I come yesterday from lectures in a hostel ... And my boyfriend fucks some busty bitch ...

- Yes, it happens ... Well, this is not a reason with the first counter ...

“I want revenge on him!” You see, I want!

- And if I refuse?

- I will find another ...

- Well, let's at least get acquainted, or something ... For a start ... My name is Lesha ...

- Asya!

I looked at her again carefully. I was confused in this situation with only one question - how old is she. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a student ... Well, I would give her sixteen years ...

- Do you have a passport?

- show?

And without waiting for my answer, she reached into her purse. She took out a passport, opened it and laid it in front of me on the table ...

- Here ...

She held the passport so that the last name was covered with a finger. But everything else was available to my view. The photo on the document was her ... Her name was Anastasia. And she was already as much as eighteen, just a couple of months ago. The passport was issued in the area ...

So some moral reproaches have disappeared. Basically, it didn’t bother me too much ...

- Good! And you know how to cook? And then at my home with a ball roll ...

I decided to kill two birds with one stone ...

- And what's your wife does not feed you?

- We have a small confrontation with her ... She now lives with her mother-in-law ...

- I see ... I can make scrambled eggs ...

- I myself can ...

While they were walking towards me, she was holding on confidently, we even chatted with her along the way. But when we were in front of the door to the apartment, she was a little nervous. It seemed to me at that moment that she would change her mind. But, after a little pause, she entered ... It was noticeable that she was a little off her plate ...

- Where?

I pointed to the bedroom door. Entering the bedroom, she stopped and looked around. Yes, the room was a mess. She turned to me and asked:

- Do you have a drink?

- Vodka ... Nothing more

There was some hesitation on her face, but in the end she made up her mind:

- Come on!

I quickly cut the sausages to eat, spilled vodka. Asya drank in one gulp, her face twisted into a grimace, she coughed ...

- Do not go right away ... Give me time to undress ... And do not forget to put on a condom ...

- Okay...

She left the kitchen, I still knocked over the pile. I also felt somewhat insecure. For the first time during the marriage I brought the woman to my home ... I waited a bit and went to the bedroom. Asya lay on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her neck. I sat on the bed on the other side and undressed. He took a gum out of the bedside table and crawled under the covers.

Asya looked at me, her face was tense ...

- Well? Come on!

I didn’t want to fuck the log next to me.

- Are you in a hurry?

- What?

- Are you in a hurry somewhere?

- Not...

- I, too...

And moving to her, put his hand on her body. I felt like she was all tense ... I gently stroked my stomach, slowly raising my hand higher ... The skin was so pleasant ... My chest felt just super, the nipple stuck out excitedly ... And it turned out not so small so my initial opinion was wrong ... She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I slightly squeezed the nipple and felt her shudder ...

- Asechka, everything is fine ... Do not be afraid ... - I whispered.

I felt like she was shaking ... From fear or arousal ... And maybe from that and from the other together ...

Stroking her chest, I moved down. The stomach, the pubis ... The pubis was not shaved, the hairs were soft and short ... The legs were shifted ... I had to apply a little effort to even dissolve them a little ... The palm penetrated between them ... Her breathing became faster ...

Finger parted labia and gently ...