- Well, if that come to visit, - he said moving away.

The door slammed, and Irka laughed, she was in a hurry, decided to kiss like that, and on the first attempt she was asleep. Horror. She thought, and she herself became not just fun, but wanted to kiss again and not waiting for Victor to come round, stretched out again on tiptoe. He caught her and their lips touched again.

She plunged into a kiss. What could be sweeter than a kiss, just one more kiss. She liked Victor, her character, her eyes. He spoke little, but always to the point and knew how to let go of stupid but pleasant complements. She did not think of him as a man, but his hands firmly pressed her body, and she felt how hard he was breathing. She felt his desire. You have to be a fool to not feel it.

- Irka, - having found the moment, he said, - you are lovely, you are a sexy girl, you are the most, the most ...

She pressed her finger to her lips, kissed her again and whispered softly.

- Hear.

“Irka,” he said just as quietly, “I want you.”

She knew that sooner or later he would say this, he is like a child, what he thinks he is saying.

“Give me your finger and bite to the elbow,” she said barely audibly, and pressed herself again for a kiss.

She was just terribly pleased to kiss a man, a stranger man. Not for another feat, as her friends do, but in order to experience that elusive feeling of being in love and sexual desire.

Yes, sexual desire. It was present in her, so she did not want to leave him, even when he began, turning her fingers to pull the sweater to her hips.

- Want to take off your shoes? - quietly, she asked him, Irka remembered how a week ago, at a party, he tried to do it in his office.

For a moment his hands stopped, and without answering her, he lifted the sweater a little higher and the hands slipped under it, immediately lay on his hips.

- Do not look, - she smiled and pressed to her lips.

What was it. In the chest, everything instantly ached, fluttered, clenched, at the same time it hurt and so easily. His fingers went from the hip and up, lay on the waist and again fell to the bottom. He was clearly confused.

“Do not look, they are not,” she almost told him, laughing.

His palms slid down and lay on the bare buttocks. Irka bit her lip, slightly closed her eyes and tilted her head in front. Now she did not want to kiss, she felt his touch. His fingers stroked them first, and then squeezed them a little.

“Ay,” she said faintly.

“Irka,” he whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss you, kiss you all,” and he squeezed her buttocks again with his fingers, and she again softly sank.

The state of bliss, bliss, little hooliganism, erotic mood and the desire to get a little more of what she thought so much. Irina knew the verge of what was permitted, knew what she wanted, was a little afraid and there was something. Max saw her kissing Victor, she trusted Maxim, he would never tell anyone. She also trusted Victor. He had many secrets, but as if Irka didn’t wonder what he would say about their relationship with Lyudmila, he was silent. She was offended at this for him, but also respected.

He squeezed her ass again. She slightly reached out on tiptoe upwards, like a thin stalk, and his hands, like creepers, wrapped around her body against a solid support.

Irka twitched. The connection was broken and the hands dropped, and with them the sweater fell down covering her bare ass. Something in my chest skipped a little, it hurt a little. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, you will not forget it, you want to still experience the feeling that was a moment ago. Irka stood aside and looked seriously at Victor. He seemed to know what she was thinking. He came up, took her hand, squeezed her hand with her fingers, saying, “I’m with you.” He took a step to the side and pulled her along.

She quickly followed him.Irka was even glad that she didn’t have to do anything, didn’t have to make any decision, it was already made by someone. She will follow her feelings, although she didn’t know where it would lead. But now she quickly followed him and was glad in her heart that she had not gone into the house.

Victor opened the gate to the barn. I literally pulled Irka behind him, hooked the Kalika on a hook and walked on, she followed him submissively. He immediately turned aside and stooped into a small room where the goats immediately bleated.

“Us up,” he said softly.

She knew where he was leading her, this is the same hayloft where she loved falling, reading her novels.

It became funny romance in the hayloft. As soon as she escaped from the bustle of the city, as the world has changed, everything has become much easier. Tough rules have gone somewhere, what is possible and what is not, what they can be condemned for, and what to give according to the cap. What she up to this whole thing. She simply secretly followed the man who did not let go of her hand, and this gave her confidence, and she followed him.

Irka is a wonderful girl, although I always called her a girl or a lady. But she was rarely a lady, it was only when she wore her dress like for the new year. Beautifully, the fabric covered her body, every fold is visible, but she does it naturally, we can say divinely.

I won’t be cunning, I didn’t like Irka, but I respected and charmed her for her cheerful nature, ease of conversation and sexuality in her body and mind. She always attracted me, even then, when I saw the first time in the office. Then she was pregnant, went with a beautiful tummy, but even then she did not lose heart, smiled. And after I visited their home. I remembered her walk for a long time and how she sat down on the couch after surviving her knees to her chest.

She was available to communicate, but not criminal in the relationship, could send a kiss and smack on the cheek as a friend, but she did not let anyone get any closer. I know that Max and Arthur and Andryukha used to stick to her, but it looks like they turned out to be a bummer. But it seemed a little more, and she surrender, give way.

I always looked at her as the wife of my boss, as a sexy lady who loved to walk without a bra, thereby teasing not only me. But after Irka kissed me on that evening, that she had found me, that everything was permissible for me. I thought that Irka would be offended, would turn away and would no longer even talk to me. Yes, I'm in vain then got under her dress, in vain.

But now she herself has renewed the relationship, she has kissed herself, and I just could not answer her. Her lips are sweet, tender, so open and accessible, and after her ass. It seems I'm slowly losing my mind.

Took the hand and led. I don’t know what will work, maybe she will immediately run away, but I felt that she was tense and all the time looked askance at the door of the house. He led as far as possible, to where someone is unlikely to see her, where she can relax and give, to calmly kiss herself. He did not feel that she wanted it, he knew what he wanted, but he was afraid.

“Give me your hand,” said Victor, and pulled her towards him when Irka climbed the stairs a little awkwardly over the floor where the hay lay, “nobody will see you here,” I said quietly and immediately pulled her to me.

- You lured me here specifically? - looking at the twilight she said.

“Yes,” I answered immediately, and reached for her lips to kiss.

“Stop,” she suddenly said, seriously, “only kisses.”

It was a rule that she herself created.

“Of course,” I answered happily, and immediately kissed.

Kissing Irku is very nice, she answers you the same, it's like ecstasy, you feel like you are. She did it easily, at ease, as if we were kissing every day. Irka trusted my hands or maybe simply did not notice them, but I again raised my sweater and again my hands fell on her bare ass.

Why did she do it, why did she take off swimming trunks and a bra, I knew that there was nothing but a sweater on her, I just felt it with my whole body.

“You promised,” she said quietly, noticing how I wrinkled her ass.

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