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Oleg was preparing for another trip to Kiev. He was often there for work, but he never made friends. There were several acquaintances, there was even sex. But no more than that. Out of habit, went to a dating site. I ran my eyes. Girls are either virtual (and not the fact that they are real) or "for money." The last, not that there was a problem, just Oleg had a fad on it. He wanted the girl to really moan with pleasure, and not because she was paid for it. In the questionnaires guys, too, nothing interesting. Basically, only virtual drochery. Therefore, he went to the tab with ads. There was usually a little more interesting. He didn’t even look at the ads from girls and “couples” for the reason described above. And immediately began to look at the ads from the guys. Long flipped through, watched. Someone even wrote. But here came across such a text
- Is there a crossdresser for making love? Interesting educated, educated intelligent people who are ready to meet are interesting. Men are not interested in a dense, not full physique, but not necessarily. Crosics are interesting feminine with the presence of reinforced concrete, cosmetics, preferably not mannered, when alone with a partner are depraved like bitches, but not showing their inclinations to society. I will only reply to a letter with a story about myself and parameters. I am 43/177/76/17. I like to put on you w / w, to live in the role of a girl.
There was no name or any other details. Text only and parameters. 43 years ... not a boy. For starters, that is necessary. From the text alone, something pleasantly pricked inside. Seemed would have long been forgotten feelings. Olya showed signs of life for the first time in a long time. Oleg has already forgotten what it is, how the heart begins to pound and the knees start to quiver. The blood rushes to the lips, and the ass begins to spontaneously pulsate. Oh, how nice it is. Once the text alone could make Olya move, what could be in real life?
- Just be real. Please be real - Oleg thought, typing a message to an anonymous user.
- Hi, interested in your ad. Tell me about yourself?
To be honest, Oleg did not hope, but after a while, the answer suddenly comes.
- How long have you been dreaming? Tell me ...
After reading it, Oleg again felt the clear signs that Olya was beginning to wake up. Continuing the correspondence with each new short letter, these feelings became clearer. And it didn’t matter what he wrote. It was important HOW he does it. He wrote short and to the point. I felt the experience and power that Olya always lacked. Did not respond immediately. He paused, forcing him to worry even more.
- Ah ... you bastard ... the most real Gad - thought Olga and finally woke up. With a smile on his face.
After quite a bit of time, Olya continued the correspondence herself and even began to throw off her photos with might and main. In underwear, in clothes and without it, gradually becoming more and more frank and frank. She really wanted to please and interest him. Learn more about him, talk about yourself. And each time she understood that she was ready for everything. He will do anything he wants, whatever he orders. It only remained to wait for the meeting. And from this expectation it became pleasant. Olya decided to give herself another chance. And then come what may. She mentally sent him these signals every day. Hoping that he will get them.
- Just do not disappoint! I beg you ... do not disappoint and make me happy
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Days lasted forever. Almost lost sleep. Somewhere got appetite. I only wanted one.Quickly be with Him. Long-awaited date. Ticket and passport in hand. Airport. Check in. The plane ... why the blin so long ...
And here is the hotel. More precisely not a hotel, and the apartment where he usually stops at each arrival. As agreed, Olya told him that she had arrived. You can make an appointment. As usual, he did not answer immediately. But it was evident that he was glad. Exchanged numbers. And agreed to meet tomorrow night. Today Oleg had more work to do. Yes, and it was necessary to properly prepare Olga for a date.
The day passed quickly. In addition, flight fatigue affected and Oleg quickly fell asleep. The next morning, as planned, they phoned and made an appointment. His voice ... Olya heard it for the first time and her knees started shaking. Waiting for the evening promised to be long.
Oleg spent the whole day in preparation. Olya hasn't had any new things for a long time. Besides, even if they were, do not bother them with a business trip. He rode shopping. Bought the best lingerie, stockings. Sexy transparent dress, makeup and a bunch of little things. Olya was supposed to appear in all its glory and nothing else. Moreover, they agreed that He would also bring something for her. Ole was painfully interested in what he would choose. And what he wants to see her. It only remained to wait for the evening. Then a shower, depilation cream and other pleasant bustle.
Finally, the long-awaited 6 pm. Of course, Oleg went to the meeting. But Olya ruled him. She immediately recognized Him in the crowd. He came up and their eyes finally met.
- Victor - He introduced himself briefly
- Winner ... well, let's see, let's see - Olga smiled slyly.
- Oleg. Glad to meet you. Coffee?
They went to the nearest cafe and continued acquaintance. In a casual conversation, they told each other about themselves, about their life, interests. In no way giving to others the purpose of their meeting. Only the two of them (or rather, the three of them) knew what no one else could have known. Sometimes, in the eyes of Oleg, Olya jumped in and Victor noticed this immediately. They both continued to stretch the fun of this game. So far, both of them have already become completely out of the grave.
- Can we come to me? I will introduce you to someone - suggested Oleg, knowing the answer in advance.
Oleg specifically chose a meeting place closer to home so that he would not have to go long. Therefore, after a few minutes, they were in his apartment. On the table was already prepared in advance a bottle of brandy, a couple of glasses and a small snack.
- Settle down. I'll leave you for a while. I wish you a pleasant evening and a stormy night, said Oleg, and taking with him a couple of small sachets, including one of those that Victor handed him, disappeared into the bathroom.
Olya finally broke out. Clothes flew off Oleg's body instantly. A quick shower, and a transfiguration. In the package from Victor was black lace underwear. Just like Olya adored. Having tried it on and twisted in front of the mirror, she mentally admitted that this Gad has taste. She put it on herself and continued to reincarnate. Corset, panties, stockings, corbel. Slowly but surely Olya came to life in front of the mirror. And when the makeup was applied and luxurious wavy hair fell on her shoulders, a burning brunette looked at Oleg from the mirror.
- Hello Beautiful. Long time no see - Oleg smiled Ole
Olya was ready to appear before Victor. My heart was pounding with excitement, and my legs were weak. Taking herself in hand, she asked whether it was possible to get out, and having received an affirmative answer came out.
Victor saw her and smiled. But his eyes could see that he liked what he saw. A stinging brunette and plump red lips. In a fitting translucent dress through which her body and black lace lingerie were clearly visible.
- Hi, I'm Olya. Nice to meet you, she said with a smile.
- Victor. You look beautiful - he said and kissed his hand.
They sat down at the table opposite each other and continued a spontaneous conversation about anything. Victor gave her every attention to her. He poured himself into a glass and helped to light one. They flirted with each other.Flirted and both enjoyed ... Read more →