Had 100, then 200, conversation, but who is she?.. And where works?.. Yes, working in the Institute, a chemist by training, all in science, she is only 25 years old, never married. That should be here any minute, you'll see. When she came in, I immediately thought: "Oh, what a woman! Me a b!.." What can you do, I am notorious Casanova. We sat still, approximately a couple of hours, talking on different topics, and drank well. My friend is pretty drunk and simply fell off to sleep. We once sat with his lover, talking. From our conversation, I gradually learned that they still really something and don't like each other. It was very interesting, intelligent, beautiful brunette with amazing body, she's no stranger to the world of illusions and passions, creative nature. Take me, she said, I'm here to stay don't want to, besides he's drunk. I had to Wake his friend, so he closed the door behind us. He some how was descendible to the door, said goodbye, he closed the door.
We came in a very good mood, decided to walk on a June evening city to her home... All the way talking. The city was glowing with lights, I took her hand, she didn't mind. We went to her house, but she wasn't leaving me, I plucked up the courage or the nerve and decided to kiss her. She didn't resist and our lips merged in a passionate kiss. We stood outside her house for an hour, I could not tear myself away from her hot lips, and she is not chased away, moreover didn't want to leave. What am I doing, thought, married a fool, beat a woman with his friend! I wrote down her cell phone, and we said goodbye. Two days I suffered and did not dare to call her. Again plucking up courage, I called and offered to meet. Why, she asked, I replied that I very much want to see her. Slyly laughing into the phone, she agreed.
I drove the car, it was a rainy day and I thought, I'll cheat, or come up with some excuse. She did not disappoint, look – comes with umbrella, smiling, hair down, in the eyes of the light. I was once crazy. Where to go: asking, let's say , sit somewhere in a cafe, eat, you must be hungry from work. Sitting in a cafe, we really had a nice conversation, I admired her facial features, making compliments, she laughed, her eyes were bright promising light. In the cafe we were short, we were both clear that the evening would be over something more pleasant.
I invited her into his garage, she didn't mind. I had stockpiled a bottle of champagne and chocolate. Drove to the garage, we settled in the back seat of my "Zhigulenka", drank a glass, and I did not hesitate, immediately began to act. I was dizzy from her perfume, from her beauty!.. We kissed, and I slowly undressed her, getting to her charms, she also shyly took off my clothes. When it left only her panties, she felt a little embarrassed, but to resist was gone. I continued and continued to kiss her lips, Breasts, in her small chocolate nipples, removing her panties and kissing her belly, lower and lower, reached her slender legs, started to kiss them, gently, each centimetric. Her soft skin drove me crazy.
Your lips, I aroused her passion stronger and stronger. The shape of her body was amazing. When the curls of her pubic hair began to tickle my lips, her breathing became deep and passionate, she wanted to continue my affection. I put her thighs on his shoulders and tongue made their way to her full-blown rosebud, plunged into her fragrant moisture and began to misbehave. Slowly and tenderly caressed, not giving rest her sweet-and-salty pimple, I was quite happy because owned such a beautiful, beautiful woman. She breathed deep, sighed in pleasure and it seemed to me, was too shy to loud noises. I brought her to orgasm. She squeezed my head between her thighs and didn't let me it was very nice to stay in her captivity, and meanwhile I kept my hands to caress her beautiful body, her Breasts, dabbled her nipples, lightly pinching between the fingers and releasing. She unclenched her legs and pulled me upstairs, our lips again merged in a kiss and I introduced her your hard dick. But suddenly something alarmed, she opened wide eyes and didn't let me do the shocks, I realized that she was in pain, and she admitted it. You're still just a little girl, my sweet!.. As it turned out, she sex to me almost was not, according to her, only with my friend once and one time someone squeezed in the stairwell, and deprived of virginity.
So teachers, she said, I was not worthy. Then we started Dating, I was very interested and pleased with her. We had sex in the car, outdoors, at her house when mom was at work. I so wanted to really make her a woman. At first I was tormented by remorse that tipped the woman at his friend. But later I learned that he was after our "bachelor party" went on a Bender, and when he came out, he was not even interested in his bride and was never called. And with it, we agreed that our meetings will remain a secret, she knew that I could face a divorce. I came to his friend, as if to see how he was going to a wedding. He said, Yes well it!.. Don't think I need!..
And in bed she did say, insensitive!.. "Fool, you think immediately ready give!.. Sexy you sloth!.." In General, I walked away from him, not that with a clear conscience, but I was reassured that the cause of their quarrel isn't with me. With her we dated for a year, twice in the week I met her... Met her mum... every time I thought that so can not continue, and my beloved would still have family to find happiness, she needed a family, caring husband. I took this to give. In General, I decided that I need to finish the novel, wrote to her last TEXT. I'm sorry, they say, should not so continue, you have to get married, I'll stay with my family. A year passed, I decided to call, I learned that it all still, no one. We decided to once again resume our meetings and she told me that she wants to have my baby and that nobody will ever know. I tried to convince her, why should I ruin your life?! Because so many single and promising the men around!..
We again broke up with her, I don't even called or wrote to her, tried to forget. I even changed the mobile phone number. And now two more years have passed, I accidentally in a notebook got her phone number. I remembered... How could you forget her!?.. I decided to call, she recognized me immediately, her voice I get happy. I asked how her personal front, married or not? She told me that, otshuchivayas, say, the suitors in the afternoon with fire will not find. I also jokingly replied: it is necessary to look as it should, "he who seeks will always find" in addition to such a beauty as you. Laughed, at this point our conversation ended. And a little later I got a TEXT: "I'm waiting!"