"That's funny! - I thought. - Yes, Nat warned that the number looks like a direct city, but with access to her cell. And now what if the operator asks, for what purpose I’m calling, I’ll have to honestly admit, I want to invite your employee to a cafe to invite and then fuck? Or is it necessary in the automatic mode to press the corresponding key sequence? What is interesting? 2 is the two, 69 is the shout id, but what about the anal and vaginal in office coding? 83 or 85? "
But I did not have time to think out this very interesting idea for a statistician and a programmer, as the whistles were replaced not by a recorded, but by a live voice:
- TramPamSnabSbytInvest, Natalia! Hello, how can I help you? - Oh my God, and business something, business.
Well, it's good that Natalia! If there would be a male voice or another female name would sound, perhaps, he would hang up, would not bother how to find a person with an exceptionally rare name in the depths of the office jungle, without knowing his last name, department or internal number.
- Hello, Natalia! My name is DD, I came to Moscow from Ensk, we corresponded with you ... - damn, well, how to say “on Mamba”, if the conversation is really recorded ... - on the Internet, - after a second hitch, I find the appropriate wording, - and you gave me this phone to contact you.
- Good! - is heard in the tube after a short pause. - Be in touch, I'll call you.
And after a few seconds, I did not have time to put the phone in my pocket, the bell. From an unknown but already mobile number. It is clear that she. Not in a state-owned business, but in a cordial and friendly tone: hello, DD, how are you, when did you arrive, what are your plans and all that. In short, agree to see every other day, sit in a cafe, drink coffee, chat about this, oh, well, then we will see.
On the scheduled day, about three o'clock in the afternoon, following the sms-prompts of Nata, which car to take and which exit to use, I approached a large shopping and office center at one of the outskirts of the Moscow metro. He informed that he was already there, received an answer, it will be in five minutes. He smoked, and, blissful under the tender summer sun, began to stroll slowly along the windows of shops and cafes, wondering, by the way, which of the two seen best to go.
And here is Nata! A pretty, pretty woman of 40 with a small age, a brown-haired woman with thick hair, flowing down to her shoulders, dark blue eyes and bright lipstick, of short stature and graceful build, in a blue dress of strict cut and with only one phone in her hand, even without a handbag, came out from an inconspicuous door, not far from the main entrance, and unmistakably headed toward me, despite a considerable number of people, also someone or something waiting in the vicinity of the store. With her every step, an embarrassed smile makes her way through the business look - a harbinger of dating, which is known to be continued. I also smile broadly, looking Natalya in the eyes - her appearance pleases the man’s gaze, and courtesy and commitment are indispensable attributes of serious people, in this aspect they are especially pleasant, because the motive is not business interest, but personal interest.
Hugged, kissed, stood for a couple of seconds, holding hands. The smell of her perfume is very pleasant, and with our bodies we seemed to be in direct contact, and not through two layers of thin fabric.
- zaydem, sit somewhere? - I nod my head in the direction of the cafes, leaving the choice of a particular one behind the satellite.
- Yes of course! - Nat responds, and leads me to the third. However, it is in the same building, just the entrance around the corner.
Coffee, dessert, chat. Summary information from the Mambov correspondence and the meeting in a cafe is as follows. She is married second marriage, from the first she has a daughter and a son, already quite adults, for and under twenty to them. My daughter is a young mother herself, with pride and sincere love, Nat shows on the phone photos of her grandson, a funny little toddler several months old. The most interesting thing is that this boy turns out to be my countryman, for his father is not the legitimate and not even the civil husband of Natasha's daughter, and so far only the boy is my compatriot. Suddenly, however! In appearance the baby does not guess at all. It seems that this topic was often discussed in their family, because Nata, with a little tuck, pointed her elbow, said:
- See how it turns out? Our genes are stronger than yours!
“Well ...” I drawled. - In this particular case, yes, I do not mind. Does this guy marry your daughter? Suddenly he graduated from college and runs off?
- Where does he go? - snorted Nata. - In love with my ears, and now you can’t drag him away from my son. And even if that does not matter. After all, the most important thing is that we already have a child!
The son of Nata was threatened not by an early fatherhood, but by a year in the army. He studied somehow, ran hustling through clubs and girls, there were tails from the summer session, but he still didn’t take over the mind. Natasha had one more son, from her second husband, this fall he was to go for the first time to the first grade. I also told her about my children, their studies and hobbies.
As for intimate questions, such a picture was drawn here (for the most part, we corresponded to these questions during correspondence). Though she married early, she was no longer a virgin. And being divorced, she led a far from chaste way of life, was in active search. However, being in legal marriages, did not change their husbands. And the profile I got at the beginning of summer, preparing the intimate part of my Moscow trip, was the first attempt to find a lover, her first attempt at dating sites. Cause? Banal. Lack of attention from her husband, a meager amount of sex, especially when compared with the first years of dating and living with him, the desire to refresh the experience and feel desirable again. Moreover, the divorce was not discussed. The only thing that still said Nat about his wife impartial, besides the fact that cooled to her female charms:
- It does not allow me to get the rights to drive a car, even to a traffic cop myself, because it can be interpreted as an increased concern for its safety, who, if not a traffic cop, knows how dangerous Moscow roads are for inexperienced drivers.
In the sought-after lover for Nata, the geographical factor was important. She herself lived and worked in the vicinity of either the same metro station, or two adjacent ones, she could snatch a little working time for intimate meetings, and irregularly, depending on the workload, or about any evening or festive weekend meetings. there could be no talk, so an extremely important factor for a hypothetical future lover was the opportunity to meet in that particular area so as not to waste precious time on long trips to the venue. Of course, like most women, Nat wanted to find one man, and meet with him regularly. For this reason, when in the correspondence it became clear that this was not to be expected of me, there was a certain pause in communication. However, a bit later, when there were not a single offer among the many offers where the applicant would coincide with the addressee of his messages on the desired age, preferences, free time and geography, Natalya agreed to meet me for a coffee introductory meeting, despite my non-title non-Muscovite visitor status nationality. In the latter circumstance, she stated:
- I was born and raised in the Soviet Union, a staunch internationalist, and I believe that nationality does not affect whether a person is good or bad.
Well, advice to you so love, as they say? Especially considering the voiced still on Mamba ...
preferences: she loves and does blowjob always, anal on the situation, especially when it’s started and brought up in earnest, there’s no problem getting an orgasm, she’s not even talking about prezics. You can quickly find a hotel near and invite her there, without departing far from the work cassimet? Yeah, DD, keep your pocket wider ...
First, even though we spent about twenty or thirty minutes in a cafe from strength, her telephone rang two or three times, and Nate had to deal with the assortment of supplies, then with pending payments, then someone from the employees scolded to give and request a report in full, not simplified form.
“No way today,” she said guiltily, when she finished another conversation, the beginning of which forced me to interrupt in mid-sentence, “you see what's going on.” In order for me to free myself for two hours, I have to rake up the business for two days, transfer it to other dates. Come on Monday or Tuesday, as you like? - and it was Thursday, as far as I remember.
It was convenient for me on Tuesday, and they decided on that.
Secondly, when I began to search for a place for our Tuesday meeting near this metro station, I was in for a complete fiasco. No hotels, no saunas, no suitable rental apartments in the immediate vicinity. I spent several hours and two days on the yaw on different sites. The most acceptable option was a hotel at a nearby metro station, to which you still had to go by bus or walk one stop, as the operator assured me, taking the order. Well done, booked, said Nate. In the worst case scenario, she could send me, knowingly, she described how important walking proximity was to her, and I myself had the opportunity to make sure that she was really busy with working questions. But no, I took note, set a specific time. She also said when you call, and if the automatic telephone secretary turns on, start a conversation in the official style until I disconnect it.
Call on Tuesday. The secretary does not turn on, but Natasha's initial greeting is still officially:
- GosKomAgroPromTrust, Natalia! Hello, how can I help you?
- Hello, Natalia! I want to order seven Rafaello cars, two Chupa-Chups wagons and a ton of chocolate. Are stocks in stock available?
“Oh, how sweet we are!” - laughs Nate. - And something will not stick together?
- All for you, madam! - I answer gallantly. I will tell this anecdote to her later in bed, laugh and in fact adjust Raffaello downward, the rest is unchanged. - Everything is according to plan, everything is agreed?
- Yes.
- Great, mine too. I'll drive up - call you.
- Ok. I'm waiting!
... While walking from her shopping and office center to the metro, Nat asked for clarification of the hotel’s address right down to the street, the house and the nearest landmarks, after which she said:
- You cheated, DD! This is not one stop from the metro, but three or four; on foot, in any case, you cannot reach it. I know this area well, lived there once. I would not stumble on my acquaintances, it would be fun ... - today she is in a dark pink fitting dress, it smells even more pleasant than the previous time, and in her hands is a small handbag, the size of a little more than a smartphone.
We are not going to embrace and not to the arm, do not kiss and do not coo in public, you never know where a man and a woman go together, they don’t say on their foreheads what number to see compromising material on their foreheads? But women have their own logic, I prudently keep quiet, bought drinks and a couple of cakes in a shop near the metro station, we follow further, exchanging minor replicas. But this thought, as if someone familiar did not see, for some reason, Nate sunk into her head and makes her embarrassed and tense. Next to me, in the subway car and then on the bus, there was not a cheerful, sweet, brisk friend, who was chirping in anticipation of a quick buzz, but a wary woman, immersed in anxious thoughts. In the underpass, her phone rang again, once again she began to steer business processes, and at the end of the conversation did not respond to my joke that we did not agree on group sex with the third participant. Now her coldness and detachment set me up in a bad way, an unwelcome thought went that either she was afraid at the last minute and would run away from the hotel, or would be so frozen and stay all the time that she would enjoy the pleasure of the new partner and the anticipated variety of sex.
“Uff ...” Nata exhaled already in the room behind the closed door and obviously revived, thawed out, “thank God, she carried it by!” No one saw me, I did not meet any friends. Do you know how afraid? I noticed, no, I hid behind your broad back at the reception, and these arrogant girls look shamelessly, why not stare, they don’t know where they work. I even wanted to first ask you to register and stand up without me, I would then quickly flush.
“Okay, okay,” I said in a soothing tone, “everything is over, everything is fine!” Come to me, even if I kiss you, otherwise I’m worn out by the desire, while you were walking alongside, and you are so strict, businesslike, unapproachable.
- True? - Nat smiled sweetly, immediately throwing off years like that “- nadtsat” and turning from a sophisticated business lady into a young mischievous girl who managed to finally escape from prying eyes and be left alone with the guy. - Oh how nice, thank you!
And now we are kissing ... and not to say that in the middle of the room, because the lion’s share of the room is occupied by a huge travhodrom, leaving well half a meter free up to one wall, another and up to the window ... squeezing into one of these openings , we are ecstatic and kiss. It’s nice and good to me, hard to put into words! The stupefying smell of a new woman, her soft and supple lips, her elastic and alluring body, crushed over the dress with my playful hands, groped bra straps and the hem of panties under a thin cloth, extremely excite me mentally and physically: the member is in full alertness and I can swear that at this moment there is nothing more important in the world than to fuck Natasha in all poses and forms.
I can’t say for a long or short time this idyll, but it stops after my fingers, lifting the hem of the dress from behind and penetrating under the panties, felt more than wet and retracting the hole of Natasha's pussy like a whirlpool. Having taken a deep breath several times and having eaten all the food, Nat regretfully dismisses herself and says:
- It would be necessary to go to the shower. Will you go first?
When returning from the bathroom, I look at Nata Koso: she is in her underwear - very beautiful and openwork, and almost doesn’t hide anything, but everything that emphasizes and attracts the eye is profitable - sits on the edge of the bed and hastily taps off the SMS. Notices my view and playfully justified:
- Well, everything, everything, the last, so as not to reach. I'm going already. And I turn off the phone, look, - with a typical iridescent sound, the smartphone plunges into suspended animation, giving us two hours (as I then thought) of freedom from external influences, - he will not be stuck third, do not be jealous!
I involuntarily smile, remember, it means, my joke Nat, and she, passing by, pulls away my proudly rearing organ in passing, lets go a compliment to his appearance and size, and fleetingly pressed, hurries to the bathroom.
After her return - the second series of passionately kisses, already completely naked, and not only our lips kiss, but our hands actively caress each other's bodies. It is remarkable, in the same narrow aisle, and I feel that Nata for some reason does not want to go to bed, although in my opinion the bed was made of the cleanest and freshest bedding. Idyll kisses very naturally goes into a blowjob idyll. Nata sneaks kisses through the fur covering of my torso, sits on the edge of the bed, takes it in her mouth and starts to suck. He sucks with pleasure and sincere love to the process, moaning and smacking, stroking my thighs and buttocks, hooking the eggs with his hands, then passes the penis deeply to the throat, then holds one head in his lips, squeezing and pulling the trunk with his fingers, then sticks into one and the other cheeks. And I bastard from this rapid development .
of events, I run my fingers along her protruding cheeks, stroking thick hair, carefully moving them back so as not to interfere with her sucking, and I admire the most excitable look - gentle female lips move tirelessly back and forth along my aggregate, sometimes imitating tempered tempo, but honestly nothing is required - Nata copes with suction perfectly!
- Can I now have this thing in me? - She asks after a while, while satisfying for the time being the oral component of the notorious “thirst for dick”.
“Of course,” I reply. - Stand in a pose.
I do not speak in what, but Nat understands and without specifications. He gets on the bed on all fours, and sticks his ass in my direction. Mmm, what a beauty! Her booty is white, big (with a general impression of a usual build — not skinny and not full), soft, but not flabby, firm, but not muscular-stone, in general, squeeze — not drag, fuck — not fuck. For just checking with her fingers her willingness to coexist, as expected, she is at a high level, Nat is eagerly waiting for her to be fucked. I try on and plant a huge buzz!
- O-oh! - there was an involuntary cry of Nata. And in a second. - Yes, oh, yes, oh, how good, oh, how nice, what a good fellow you are, how great you are to fuck me ... - then a pause again, Nat, apparently, expects what my reaction will be to mate that I do not like vulgar expressions in everyday communication, but I admit it in anecdotes, and if it is torn from the soul during sex). However, my reaction and can not be different, because it is true. I will fuck Natkin's pussy with pleasure (I hope I will get to asshole), and other terms in this case can only weaken, but in no way strengthen the impression of what is happening. Therefore, silently continue to do their job. For me, so everything is fine. And Nat continues, - oh yeah, fuck me, DD, fuck, I get high, I fly, I bastard, how good, how did I wait for you to fuck me, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes- ahh - and with a piercing scream begins to twitch, sit down all the way to the dick, shakes her head, in general, cums, breathes hard, speaks softly, - I'm sorry, I'll rest a little, - I understand in a second why I'm sorry, because she sprawls on the bed, which, by the way, remained unfolded, in fact, we fucked on a bedspread, not a sheet with a blanket, and my dick naturally falls out of it, and it remains to hang around in perplexity why suddenly interrupted such a cool fucking. I am also slightly perplexed - in my opinion, somehow Nata’s orgasm came too quickly, the coitus didn’t last even five minutes, but five, two or three minutes maximum. No, I don’t have to reproach her with my thoughts in a simulation or a skillful acting game (for what?), But with all my considerable experience I haven’t seen many women who just had a couple of minutes of frictions to finish.
Since she is so temperamental, maybe she’s going to quickly go round, get up cancer again and continue? But no, she lay on her stomach, and then I decide to lie down on her. Feeling the touch to her smooth skin with her whole body, the member also falls somewhere between the thighs, buries her face in her hair, inhales the scent of an excited woman, kisses her neck, shoulder ... Kaif!
- You're heavy, lie down next! - is heard a little later. Finally, we remove the blanket, lay our heads on the pillows, cover ourselves with a sheet. Nata nestles on me, kisses gratefully on the lips, ruffles the fur on my chest and abdomen, then her hand goes down and begins to peck me slightly. On the machine start and I caress her the same way. Nata leans back on the pillow, spreads her legs, and with her whole pose makes it clear that she is pleased and that I should continue.
- So pleasant or so? - I ask, then introducing fingers to her vagina, then caressing her clitoris from above.
- And so, and so wonderful! - answers Nat. - When I fuck fingers, I also really like.
No sooner said than done! Two or three minutes of manual sex, and to a certain extent her back hole is also caressed, and Nat bows, expires with juices, screams lingeringly, shudders with her body, the only thing was that there was no such detailed voice acting as earlier in vaginal, except that the growing moans suggested that I am on the right track.
Again we lie in an embrace, chatting about something strange, it seems about the weather and the uneven distribution of hotels in the metro stations. sexytales And again, restless pen Nata, caressing my chest and stomach, stretches down, plays with a member, shakes, shakes, jerks, achieves a full erection.
- Want more? - she whispers. An interesting statement of the question, however. After all, she had finished it twice, and I have never, how can I not? Without going into explanations and justifications, I answer simply.
- Of course I want! - I lay down on her, kissing her lips, sucking her breasts, nipples sticking up so cool in the middle of large, dark brown areoles, brightly contrasting with the white fluffy flesh of Perseus.
Trying to start a vaginal act in the missionary position, it really does not work. Nata is a sweetheart, as they say, her vagina is low, my average size is not enough to confidently enter and make frictions normally. Trying to adapt somehow, Nata groans, it is clear that she is uncomfortable, from some awkward movement of my cries out: "Oh, crush, quieter." In general, they don’t look for good from the good, again she stands in the knee-elbow position on the edge of the bed, and I come to rest in the narrow aisle between the wall and the trajectory.
Cancer fucking goes like clockwork. In the physiological aspect. Nata is rapidly advancing to her orgasm, is placed in the same time standard in a few minutes, the voice acting is a little more active than it was in the manual, but does not reach the first completion much. Emotionally harder. As far as I understand, Nata starts my non-ending. She does not say anything directly, but when she sits on the bed after she comes to life after the third orgasm, and begins to suck me, and after making sure that I don’t finish, she again gets cancer and playfully shakes her booty, prompts to enter into itself and not so much fuck, how much fuck my pussy my dick, something invisibly soaring in the air as if translates her thoughts: “Come on, finish already, DD! I am pleased, I wanted to receive, it's time for you to know. And then I'm here kayfuyu, and there the Swedes Kem took the counterparty zanykali advance, but the goods are not delivered. "
Maybe go the third way, once yelled and vaginal could not lure this treacherous and elusive orgasm? I, of course, did not leave thoughts to fuck Nata in the ass, but it just so happened that both vaginal acts developed so rapidly, and so obviously led to a female orgasm, that it seemed blasphemous to take a member out of her pussy at some point , thereby forcing down or delaying her pleasure. But now it seems to be time to pamper yourself.
I wet Nate's anus with my saliva and her discharge, insert my finger and then secondly, in general, let me know that an anal invasion is expected soon. There are no protests. Take out a member of the vagina, pressed to the entrance to the back hole. There are no protests. I begin to slowly push and implement. Nata groans, gets more comfortable, seems to be able to take. It seems everything is fine, you can already fuck in the style of “swing your shoulder, get your arm wary” ... No, it only seems. The choked voice of Nata informs:
- Let's better with the gel, I can not relax.
I darted to my things with a bullet, took out a tube, put lubricant on the head and rubbed it into her anus. I tried on, entered ... in fact, I just pulled out a member from there, I didn’t expect problems with initial penetration, the question was that she couldn’t adapt to the usual frictions, so I asked to apply the gel ... therefore I didn’t I was surprised not at all when the boa briskly snake slid inside the coveted hole, without causing any difficulties to me or to my partner. But what happened afterwards:
- Ah-oh ... oh, now it’s good, oh, how good, just wonderful, come on, fuck me, DD, fuck, like that ... - made me think of deja and that I missed the hole and fucked Natka vaginally, this is why this instant feedback is positive.
He pulled up his stomach, spread her buns for a better view. Nothing like this, my dick in the ass at Nata. And she sincerely kayfuyut, voiced the process, swearing in the heat of passion, almost the same as at the first call, here I did not know how to apply the brake, would avoid unnecessary discomfort. Well, okay, all is well that ends well, you see how Nata went, it’s good that you would have broken a dick without bones, this howl is called us, who said “ends”, well, DD, get a fax by face , three minutes have passed, if you please, Nata, who has finished and sprawled on the bed, please, and you stand like a fool with a protruding dick, I am wondering myself, will I finish today or is the spell cast on me?
Mamma mia, and I finish the story today or what? PonDdelnik same tomorrow, it is necessary to hurry.
All right, some more. I went to the shower, not just rinsed, but washed properly, washed my penis well with artificial and natural lubricants, the finish was quite obvious: if I didn’t have time to keep up and finish in time Nate had ass, now have to be satisfied with her mouth. Regret bitter, however, on this occasion, no, no. Returned to the room. And what do I see? The insidious cheater Nat turned on the phone, and the whole is already in business, like a fish in water. She said that her premonition was not deceived, it’s good that she turned on the smartphone in time, received very important information, and she urgently needed to go to the office. Urgently or not urgently - but do you need to suck it off? It is necessary! She sat in the usual position on the bed in front of me and set to work. I will not lie that only with my skillful mouth, it happened that I took the case in my own decisive hands, and by the way, she still whispered that she loved to watch a man jerk off in front of her face, in general, we lured us in a mixed manual-oral way my hidden orgasm, and I ended up in Natasha's plump and tense sponges.
A quick shower, dressing, her fleeting discontent, that you will have to pass by arrogant girls at the reception desk again, who will be watching with all their eyes, and not turn away decently.
- Come on, you were given these girls! - scare Nata jokingly. - Here, you see, at the junction of the wall with the ceiling, and from the other side too, the secret chambers are mounted. There is a live broadcast in Yu-Tub, on the hotel website there was a small print about this note. You will have one and a half million views.
- And the devil is with them, - Nate is not frightened. - Let them look and envy!
We go out into the street: summer, sun, warmth, pleasant holiday to the body and in the soul ... Nata really knows this area well, shows me some local sights, says what used to be in this or that building. At the bus stop, we don’t sit down on the first vehicle that arrives, although everyone is going to the subway, waiting for the route that will take her directly to work without an intermediate dive into the subway. I go out earlier. A farewell kiss on the cheek, “carefully, the doors are closing, the next stop is such and such,” the profile of a smiling woman in a dark pink dress flashes in the window, waves it at me with one hand, at the other smartphone, and disappears from sight.
It seems to be all? Yes, probably. Because we continued to correspond with each other, and even tried to meet, but not destiny. That work, the grandson, the cottage, all that.
Oh, I want to add one more thing. I also had missed calls. While I called back, I figured out some things, went to visit my relatives, it took another two, two and a half hours. Already in the evening I was driving to my place, suddenly I startled. Something else had to be done! What?
I took out the phone, opened the premiere site and, laughing at myself, imagining the reaction of visitors, trying not to miss the tiny keys of the on-screen keyboard, typed: “There are 151st !!!” .