PREFACE - EXPLANATION

I understand that readers are waiting for a report on the long-awaited 150th. Truly, it was worth waiting for 4 years to find intimacy with such a tender and gentle, sociable and temperamental friend, which was my anniversary woman. But the story about it will be considerable, because I sincerely want to relive all the emotions and impressions that led to our acquaintance and sex, enchanting sex and continued communication after my departure from Moscow. Perhaps the story will be inserts, written by the heroine, or she will take part in the discussion. In any case, this is not a matter of 1-2 days, but at best, 1-2 months. I traditionally want, returning from vacation, to be noted with a new talk. And if possible, if possible, a small amount.

ZhMZH - NANA AND MARI

On a dating site for group sex lovers, the profile of this “sweet couple” attracted my attention not only with “foreign” names. Actually, this is not uncommon, but rather a regularity, few people will decide to announce their real name on a similar resource. Although both of these names evoked certain associations: the first, after the novel of the same name by Zola, whose heroine did not demonstrate too strict morals, but quite the contrary. Nick the second coincided with the real name of the Frenchwoman Marie, with whom I in 2009 actively corresponded and called up; I was fascinated by her specific accent, it seemed to me that she was about to agree to a real meeting at a restaurant, and there she was not far from the hotel, but, alas, I did not dare.

In the summer of 2013, during a vacation in her native land, their profile struck me even due to the large age difference of her co-owners: it was stated that Nana is 45 years old, and Marie 25. As I later admitted with a laugh Nana, some men drool dripping at the mere thought that they were dealing with a mother and daughter. She added: “you were one of the few who did not ask a stupid question, Marie and I are not accidentally a mother and daughter, it was a big plus in favor of our decision to meet with you”. The fact that they were not related was evident from the photographs, and even more so when they were met in person. Low, rather thin than full, but with a full dvushka in the bodice, graceful physique, delicate features, with short, barely reaching the shoulders, hairstyle smooth blonde hair Nana. And tall, full, ruddy, loud, with black wavy hair, reaching to the middle of the back, with chest size 4-5, Marie. If you draw analogies with the heroines of the French novels of the 18th and 19th centuries, then typically a well-born, but impoverished aristocrat, and her companion, a girl-villager, who sensed a chance to change her class, if she obeyed Madame and learn manners, but in which there is a healthy peasant nature, No, no, yes, it will break through with expressive gestures, sometimes with a vigorous word.

The downside was that having fluffed up the tail and wishing Nana and Marie to get the favor, answering the question if I had experience in this format in particular and in terms of sex diversity in general, I apparently overdid it and raised concerns about STDs. “All contacts are only in a condom,” it was stated as a prerequisite, and after my clarification, it was added, “yes, and oral sex, too. And there is no anal.

Sob, sadness ... but what to do? He called himself gruzdem - get into the body, said “everything will be as you wish” - if you please, keep your word, DD!

In short, the day of the meeting has come. I rented a hotel room (in exactly that category they wished), bought a bottle of wine, fruit, sweets, and drinks, again coordinating the assortment with Nana. At some point, when the planned meeting began to acquire visible shapes, it was she who took the leadership of the technical nuances into her own hands, saying that it was impossible to trust Marie's locker.Plus, being my age mate, she recalled some events of the 90s with my participation, she became keenly interested in them and, as it seems to me, began to have personal sympathy for me, and not exclusively sexual interest.

“Marie didn’t calculate something there, well, it’s as always, and when this girl’s mind is typed, in general, she’s late, she said, we can start without her, but she will definitely come,” Nana literally knocked me on the door later. a minute after my call, informing me that everything is ready and I am waiting for them.
“Come on, then we will start the solemn part,” pointing at the packages of supplies that I had not yet disassembled, I suggested, and there Marie would come.
“Come on, of course,” Nana agreed and quickly set the dessert table on a small coffee table in front of the sofa. The room, by the way, was 2-room: this one, with a TV, a sofa, a table, chairs like the living room, the door to the left led to the bathroom, and the bedroom with a large walk-through room was located directly on it, and twice as many participants could fit in and space.

And so, we sit with Nana on the couch, drink wine, taste fruits and sweets, mumble some background TV, on which we wanted to find a music channel, but apart from the news and daily TV shows we didn’t click anything, we had small talk. About music and cinema, theaters and books, about a rich cultural life before and general lack of taste now, that today's youth does not read anything and except for gadgets, is not interested in anything. Everything is so grandly noble ... except for the fact that my left hand, at first only touching the thigh of a woman sitting next to me, then began to stroke her legs over the fabric, emboldened with time, lifted the hem of a beautiful cream dress and with might and main caressing ripe, filled the thighs of a mature woman, and even pass along blindingly white panties, groping now for pubis, then sex lips, now luring a cut between them, but by tacit persuasion without penetrating under. Not so zealously, but the right hand of Nana is not inactive. She strokes my leg from the knee and up, touches her fingers and squeezes the palm of a swollen bump under her fly, but by the same tacit agreement she does not attempt to unbutton her, does not incite her to proceed to the bed part of our meeting. Well, right! ZHMZH said - so we will wait for Marie.

And we also kiss ... slowly, painfully, as if recognizing and knowing each other, touching lips to lips, lips to tongue, language to tongue. The taste of wine, lipstick, other perfume blends in my perception into the very smell of a woman who wants to inhale and enjoy shades without ceasing, I suppose that she also likes my smell, and she buries herself in my neck and breathes a man.

Nana's phone rings. She glances at the clock, twenty minutes or more from the scheduled hour. Giving the voice the most displeased intonation, picks up the phone and, in response to a friend's question, reports the room number. Then turns to me:
“I told her three times,” and shows three fingers for persuasiveness, ”she said three times what number. No, I still do not remember, called back and asked again. Well, how can you be so scattered?

A knock at the door, Marie bursts into the room like a bomb. The number is filled with noise, bustle, exclamations, flattering, and it seems like it is getting cramped.

- Great, bro! - Marie greets me with exactly the expression that sounded a little earlier on TV and gave Nana a reason to ride through the youth slang, and kisses me on both cheeks. “Here you are, Nanka, all my ears, buzzed about you.” Well, what are you doing here, do not you miss me? What a dreary look, are you still not tired of politics? - click-click remote, and the music channel appeared as if by magic. - And count up, friend, - appeals to Nana, - this Stepka, podluka, turns out to be married, but how he sang, how he sang. Uh, how hot! - shakes a collar of a t-shirt, and the breast so strongly moves. He notices my eyes and makes a mockingly languid face.- The taxi driver, too, got lazy, barely lagging, even a little bit, I would have sat behind the wheel myself. Well, for the meeting, we will be healthy! - knocked over a glass of wine in one fell swoop, like a glass of vodka. - ...