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I have a cousin Natasha. We are 5 years apart, I am older than her. Somehow we gathered in a mixed company (relatives and friends, about fifteen people), to nature. I knew one rather quiet and cozy place on the high bank of the river. It was relatively equipped for recreation and it was possible to stay there quite freely, there was room for a volleyball net and for those who like to drive the ball. The glade was 50 meters from the river, so in the evening it was not so cool and, most importantly, it was sunny. The sun shone on it all day long, so sunbathers didn't have to go to the river.
We arrived at the place in the afternoon. While we set up camp, prepared a meal, caught fish in the ear, fried kebabs - in general, the evening came, and given the normal supply of alcohol, what an evening. They danced, sang and had fun until they dropped. In general, I was not the last to go to bed, but it was already about two in the morning. I passed out instantly despite the noise, because I had just returned from a business trip and was damn tired, I hardly slept the night before. The habit of rising with the first rays of the sun in spite of everything again worked flawlessly. It seemed that he slept at all, but slept well. It was cool outside, but not cold. I took a towel and went to the river. For a long time already I dreamed of swimming naked like this at dawn. Everyone was sleeping except the birds. They were so angry. The dew burned his feet. I went down to the river. Fog covered the shores with a veil, creeping along the water. I went to the edge of the shore, looked around ... Not a single extraneous noise except for the splashing of water on the shore and the singing of birds. I undressed, took off my swimming trunks, threw everything into a common pile, and hung a towel on some bush near the water, just in case one of our women suddenly showed up. The descent to the water was steep, along ledges, but short. Literally two or three ledges and you are ankle-deep in water. The bottom, oddly enough, in this place near the shore was sandy, but after two meters it sharply went to the depth. I knew this, so I just dived and surfaced with a sweeping crawl and swam to the opposite shore. That shore was gentle and vegetated. I slowly went out, caught my breath and admired the dawn. When I got a little cold, I decided to return to the water, it is warmer there. And in fact. The water was like fresh milk. Having reached somewhere in the middle, I turned over on my back and swam further, trusting the current, because in this place it is weak. I admired the sky with dying stars, crowns of trees painted with the glow of the rising sun and the opposite shore, on which a dense predawn fog descended. And at that moment I saw my penis appearing from the water. He lowered his ass - hid, raised - showed up ... Cool. I did this several times trying to get him out of the water as much as possible and hold him back. During this lesson, I completely forgot where I was swimming and caught myself thinking that if someone was watching from the side, then the devil would think about me. These thoughts made me smile.
- How is the water, warm? – as a thunder from the clear sky the voice was distributed. I almost “gurgled” as soon as I rolled over onto my stomach. It turns out that I swam to the very shore and was about to crash. Sister Natasha was standing on the shore. I looked up at her, she smiled from the bottom of her mouth. - So how's the water? she repeated the question.
- Climb in - you will find out ... Have you seen enough of me?
- There are a few ... Especially since you tried so hard to show yourself - she laughed.
I didn't know there were spectators here. - I answered her in a tone. - Well, how do you like the show?
- Wow ... there is something to see, it's bad just far away and hard to see.
“Well, jump here and take a closer look,” I intrigued her.
- Well, I took a towel for this. Only now I don’t know naked or in a bathing suit.
- What for you swimsuit. There is no one. Feel how the water caresses the body, the naked body.
She threw off her clothes, hesitated for a while, then took off her bra, pulled the elastic of her swimming trunks, looked there, flicked the elastic over her body and began to descend to the water. I admired her breasts, slender long legs and involuntarily pubis, which was right in front of her eyes. All this time I was standing waist-deep in water, but when she quickly began to descend, it seemed to me that she was about to fall, I jumped out and picked her up. Involuntarily, we hugged each other. She looked into my eyes and I realized that I was not only a brother for me, but something more. Pulling back, Natasha threw herself into the water and began to swim along the shore, watching me. I ducked under her. I always swim underwater with my eyes open, except in the pool. I fell in love with her. Even if it was not so clear and clear, but still beautiful, especially the view of the naked breasts. I popped up next to her, startling a little.
- Fu you ... frightened at all. - She said not offended at all.
“Don’t you want to take off your swimming trunks and feel the water caressing your body?”
- Honestly?
- Honestly!
- I really want to, but suddenly someone will appear?
- So you hang your swimming trunks over there on that bush where my towel hangs. If anything - you will dress in water, you are still wet. - she thought and swam away from me. And suddenly dived hiding for a while under water. I was even frightened by surprise. But then she surfaced and pulled up her clenched fist. I did not get anything. Apparently she read it in my face and laughed.
- Surprise! - and opening her fist, she showed her swimming trunks dangling on her index finger. She swam toward the shore with large paddles and hung them next to the towel. I swam up to her. Natasha did not know about the abruptly ending day, and I was afraid that she would not stumble, God forbid, she would choke.
“Careful,” I shouted. She stopped, but by inertia she continued to slide along the bottom and ended up in my arms. I was excited, if you add here her high and elastic girlish breasts, obviously a little more than the second size, and even my understanding that she is now without swimming trunks, you can imagine how excited I was! She clearly felt it ... in the abdomen ...
She lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes. I could not stand it and kissed her ... She answered. I pulled her even closer to me, she clung to my whole body hugging my neck. I was shaking and out of breath. His heart was trembling in time with the chill. Natasha was in the same condition. Finally, we either got enough, or just wanted to take a breath and pulled away from each other, looking into each other's eyes. I was happy!
- My sweetheart! I've been dreaming about this for so long! I couldn't finish...
“If you only knew how much I dreamed about it,” she interrupted, “from the very day you first picked me up and swirled me, and that was on my sixteenth birthday. I was just in seventh heaven with happiness.
I didn't even think you liked me. You were always cool with me, like sister and brother. But I so often imagined how you and I make love and I caress you, especially after we were with the company in the sauna, you still have the habit of sitting cross-legged on the top shelf in Turkish. Do you remember? I used to soar you with a broom back then.
- Of course I remember. Do you think I had no idea? More like fantasizing.
I looked at her lips and pressed them again. She answered and swirled again ... But this was not enough for me. I began to kiss her face, eyes, nose, neck, .. sinking lower and higher out of the water. When the water was knee-deep, I stopped, there was pleasant sand under my feet. I caressed her breasts, then one, then the other, processing the protruding, excited nipples with my tongue and the areas that frame them with surprisingly regular shape and size. She was trembling, and it was obvious! Meanwhile, I was sinking even lower. Her flat tummy was covered with pimples as if from a chill and it turned her on. Finally I knelt down and my tongue touched her navel. Natasha just shuddered and she tensed. Below was a thin path of hairs to the pubis. I slowly walked through it, feeling both mine and her growing tension. And here is the pubis, followed by the bosom. “Am I really awake now and all this is really happening” - flashed through my head. I looked up and saw her head thrown back on a graceful long neck, her half-open mouth with parched lips and the tip of her tongue nervously licking them, half-closed eyes and her chest heaving like bellows. I touched her “hollow” with my tongue. In the place where it only begins. My little sister tensed like hardened steel. I raised my eyes again to look at her. She looked at me point-blank with such a loving and desiring look that I involuntarily wanted to kiss her again. Apparently she guessed and leaned over, our lips again merged in a kiss. We seem to make up for all these years. I knew she wanted more and so did I. Breaking away from the kiss without difficulty, I clung to her bosom, vagina, vagina ... call it what you want. The bottom line is that this quivering and tender flesh excites women as well as us, even from the mere thought of touching it. And if a woman is loved, then caressing her in all available ways is the ultimate dream. I was close to that limit and I wanted her to be fully satisfied. Therefore, given my experience and desire, I went to the end. She moaned, artificially muffling it, and ran her fingers through my hair like a rosary. She stroked her cheek, neck, shoulders ... I penetrated her with my tongue as deep as I could, and she could not restrain herself and groaned loudly ... This moan spread over the silent river and melted into the fog, as if the river was on our side and wanted to hide everything from prying ears and eyes. I took up her clitoris and she finished. She finished powerfully, assertively, like an erupting volcano, and the juice poured out of her like lava. I drank and licked this lava, and it pulsated and flowed ... Suddenly it froze and went limp. I held her and gently seated her in the water, she just reached the chest. Natalka looked at me with a cloudy look, pulled me by the neck, kissed me gently and said thank you ... Then she pulled her knees under her and laid her head on them. She felt good. And despite the fact that I was still aroused and not discharged, that was the least of my worries. I was happy for her. Perhaps this is love. I admired her. After a moment she raised her head and smiled at me.
“Soon I’ll take care of you ... I’ll just come to my senses, otherwise I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it.” And she smiled again.
- Rest. Do not worry about me. I said as confidently as possible.
- Not. That's not how things will work. I do not play one goal, and I do not like to be due. - Her eyes literally glowed.
- Good. Persuaded. I'll wait if you insist - I joked ...
She slowly stood up and walked towards me. She hugged and cuddled again. I felt it with every nerve. Already in anticipation, I was drawing myself heavenly places into which pleasure would now take me, when suddenly voices were heard. I thought it seemed to me, but no. The name was Natasha.
- Your name is Natalka! Let's jump out faster, otherwise they'll “cover” us here now. She abruptly turned her head, listened, looked at me, again fell to my lips, turned around and went to the shore. I helped her climb the ledges by specifically touching her ass and touching her pussy.
- Stop. They are already close. Why won't you go?
- Where am I in this form - I pointed to the riser - I need to cool down. Go. I'm not going anywhere, my love!
- My dear. I love you so much! Duty to me. She shook her finger and ran into the camp. I plunged into the water and began to swim, relieving stress. The day started off great!
All ages are submissive to love, the love of an adult woman and a guy is a story from life.
Have I ever thought about the fact that my boring and measured life can suddenly turn upside down in an incredible way, turning into a stormy stream of frivolous acts and crazy love passions? Frankly, no. But it happened...
That Sabbath day began quietly and peacefully. Nothing foretold stormy events. In the morning I sent my son to the market and enthusiastically set to cleaning. Soap, rub, scrub.
To make it more fun to work, I turned on the tape recorder louder. Perhaps that is why she heard the doorbell only when he became too insistent.
Again, Pashka forgot to take the keys with him, - I muttered, heading into the hallway.
Opening the door, I saw in front of me a tall handsome brunette in a white T-shirt and shorts, with a covered tennis racket in his hands. Seeing me, the guy was a little confused, so I spoke first:
Hello. Who are you to?
Pasha, he smiled. - We were going to go to the courts with him.
And I sent him to the market ...
I caught myself and pulled off the colorful scarf from my head, imagining how terrible I must look in old breeches, without makeup, with a floorcloth in my hands. But he's about to come back. Come on in.
Having escorted the guest to her son's room, she threw a rag into the bucket and, rinsing her hands, rushed to change clothes. Pulling on a sundress, she walked over to the mirror. It seems to be nothing, but it would not hurt to tint. But is it convenient to leave a guest alone for a long time? No, it's inconvenient...
Love for all ages
"Do you think I'm lying? - asked Kostya. - In vain. Believe me, I know many women who are much younger than you. But, none of them are worth your little finger. You are beautiful, smart, kind."
I looked into his sad eyes and saw in them a silent request. "I love you. Marry me,” he said quietly and suddenly knelt down in front of me.
She didn't have time to think when she heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Pasha is back. Entering the hallway, he cheerfully shouted: “Mother! I propose to arrange a grand celebration of the stomach on the occasion of the day off. I bought some delicacies here!”
Very good,” I said, looking out of the bedroom. - We have guests. Or rather, a guest. Can't guess who?
Stupid head! Pasha cursed. - I promised to go to the courts with Kostya.
Now we won’t have time, - a remark of his friend was heard, then he himself appeared. - Hey!
Hey! The boys shook hands as they walked towards each other.
Hope you got to know your mom. - the son asked his friend.
Not really, - he hesitated, then turned to me: - Sorry for not introducing myself right away. I am Kostya. Pasha and I work together. Recently, but already became friends.
Very nice, - straightening bangs, I smiled. - Oh, yes ... Alla Ivanovna.
The acquaintance took place. Ten minutes later, the three of us were sitting in the kitchen and eating pilaf prepared in the evening and delicacies brought by Pashka.
Awesome swim! - the guest could not resist the praise. - Teach me how to cook?
I will, I nodded. - Aaaa... Are you cooking for yourself? (At the request of Pashka's friend, I began to say "you" to him.)
You have to, he smiled. - I live alone. Mom and dad in Smolensk.
So you are visiting! And how long have you been in Moscow?
Almost ten years. Actually, my parents insisted that I return home after graduating from the institute, but I stayed here.
Are you used to city life?
It is possible to say so. Yes, and I want independence, but living with my parents, willy-nilly, I would have to obey. I don't know about you, but my mom is a real dictator.
And we have a complete democracy! Pashka waved his hand. - Really, mother?
I don’t know why, but the word “mother” caused a protest in my soul. It didn’t cause it before, but now ... Well, at least I didn’t call it an old woman, because sometimes this also happened. In short, I did not answer Pashka.
After breakfast, I was going to wash the dishes, but Kostya said that he agreed to take this unpleasant procedure on himself:
You cooked, Pashka went to the market, I clean - everything is fair.
Washing dishes is not a man's job! - I tried to object, but the guy resolutely took away my apron.
My mother thought differently, so I have been accustomed to housework since childhood. So go to your room and rest easy. Pashka will show me what and where to arrange.
Okay, - I finally gave in, but I didn’t leave the kitchen. It was really nice to meet an unexpected guest…
Love of an adult woman and a guy
From that very Saturday, Kostya developed a habit of spending both weekends with us, and after three months he began to appear almost every day. Moreover, he preferred to talk not with Pasha, but with me.
Gradually, the conversations became more frank, one might even say intimate. To tell the truth, it surprised me, because my own son had never opened up to me so much.
Pashka was convinced that I, with my "Soviet" upbringing, could not understand the problems of today's youth. Kostya was skeptical about my "patronage" over him, but he was wary of openly mocking me.
More and more often, I caught myself thinking that I think of Kostya not as an older friend of my son, but as a man who I want to like. “This is stupid, because he only sees me as the mother of a friend!” - she reproached herself.
And in the evening she put on something brighter again and carefully corrected her make-up, which had slightly faded during the day. Let him not think that at forty a woman feels like an ancient old woman...
One Saturday, Pasha forgot to warn Kostya that he was going on a date with a girl (since he had her, a friend has gradually faded into the background).
In general, Kostya and I were left alone by chance. At first, everything went as usual: we told each other about the events of the day, joked, drank tea. Stayed up long after midnight. Finally Kostya got ready to leave.
No sooner had I got up from the table than the lights went out. Oiknuv, I tried to fumble for a lighter on the table, and suddenly I felt Kostya's hand on my back, then I felt his hot breath on my neck.
Frightened, she jumped up, knocking over the stool with a crash. I wanted to take a step towards the door, but found myself in a man's arms - so strong that it made no sense to resist. And to be honest, I didn't want to...
I don't remember how long we stood like that. Kostya did not dare to kiss me, but he whispered such tender words in my ear that I was at a loss, like a girl. She did not know what to answer, only more and more surrendered to the power of his strong hands.
Is this the love of an adult woman and a guy? Now they have already touched my chest, and then suddenly a light flashed. With a cry, I staggered aside, feeling the flush of shame flood my face and neck like a wave. But Kostya stood as pale as chalk. He stood and looked at the floor. Silently.
Go away, I begged. - Please, Kostya ...
Without waiting for an answer, she ran to the bathroom. Clapped in a minute Entrance door. I decided that it was Kostya who had left, so I ventured out. At the door I ran into Pashka: “You ?!”
Pope! The son laughed in response. - Why are you so scared?
The light was turned off, - I muttered, looking sideways in the direction of Kostya coming out of the kitchen.
Light? - asked Pashka. Noticing a friend at the door, he stammered: - And you're here? Oh well…
It was embarrassing to explain to my son what had happened. Yes, he, in fact, did not try to find out anything, he was used to Kostya disappearing from us on weekends. Well, I stayed once longer than usual, so what? In short, Pashka did not guess anything of the kind at that time. Still, I didn't know where to put my eyes.
I couldn't sleep for a long time at night. Going to the window, she looked at the cloudy sky. She sighed: wow, not a single star! Bad sign. Oh bad...
Returning to bed, I curled up and suddenly felt so empty, old, that I finally burst into tears ....
Early in the morning I left for the cottage. There was a lot of work to do, but they did not distract from the disturbing thoughts about yesterday. I couldn't help thinking about it, about the love of an adult woman and a young guy, I just couldn't!
She remembered Kostya's strong hugs, his passionate whisper, and felt how youth and desire were pouring like a hot wave over her body yearning for male caress. Returning home, she foresaw a meeting with Kostya.
I was not mistaken: he was waiting for me at the entrance. Unfortunate, with the eyes of a repentant sinner. Stepping forward, blocking the road:
Tell him to leave - I'll die!
My face twisted nervously.
But I'm old for you, you know? Yes, and it's all nonsense. Caprice!
Not true! he almost shouted.
Now I was faced with a choice: to be with my beloved, but to lose, to be fed, or to save my family, leaving everything as before? Both that, and another did not suit me but after all it was necessary to solve something!
Stepping forward, he grabbed my shoulders: - You... You... You are the best, do you hear?! And I love you! So much so that ... In general, more life! "You're wrong, boy!" - I wanted to say, but instead I suddenly buried my face in his shoulder. My head was spinning with happiness. Loves! He loves me!..
A minute later we kissed in the entrance. How crazy. “I have never met such a woman,” Kostya whispered in my ear during breaks. I've been crazy since I saw you! Jealous of Pashka, can you imagine?! Only because he could be with you as long as he wanted! Funny?"
What could I answer him? What, too, was waiting for our meetings all the time? That I started going to the beautician - in the hope that I could turn back the damn time?
Let's go up to me, - she whispered a little audibly, - Pashka was going to leave in the evening for a night disco.
Do you really want us to...
Stumbling, he looked into my eyes. - Well, uh...
Very much, I nodded.
It was true. My body wanted him desperately, so much so that all thoughts and fears disappeared from my head along with common sense. And how could you not want it? So young and handsome! With bottomless black eyes, in the depths of which an unknown attractive force splashed.
Now I already knew that I could not resist their undivided power ... I will never forget our first intimacy. From an excess of enthusiastic feelings, we both laughed and cried. And they did not feel shame at all - even I, with all my complexes.
Waking up in the morning, she looked at Kostya's peaceful face for a long time. And suddenly she clearly understood that she was doomed to love him forever. Only him and no one else.
Despite the difference of fifteen years and all the absurdity of their behavior. She was afraid of only one thing - a conversation with her son. And yet he did. That same morning. Kostya deliberately waited for Pashka, although I insisted that it was better for him to leave.
When Pashka found out what had happened, at first he was speechless. Then he looked at his friend with sincere bewilderment:
Why do you need it?! So, say! You know how we treat such connections!
This is not a connection! Kostya interrupted him. - This is Love! And we... We're getting married soon.
What-o-o?! Pashka rolled his eyes. - Well, you do! Are you completely out of your mind? Yes, the whole world will laugh at you!
And I don't care what and who will talk about the love of an adult woman and a guy! Kostya said calmly. - Don't care at all!
Understand-a-atno ... - mockingly drawled the son. - And the kids? Are you going to have kids too? Or will you adopt me?
Stop! Of course, you think it's ridiculous that I love your mother. But it is, and you have to deal with it.
My body wanted him desperately. So much so that all thoughts and recent fears disappeared from my head. What common sense can we talk about when a woman falls in love before she loses her pulse? And it does not matter that the beloved is not much older than your child.
Never! - Pasha said in syllables and left the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
You'd better leave, - I said to Kostya with a sob. - Let him calm down a bit, think. It's harder for him than for us, right?
After seeing off her beloved, she went to the bathroom. “And if Pasha is right? I thought as I stood in front of the mirror. - Look at you! Well! Sunken cheeks, smeared makeup, painted over gray hair. Who do I want to fool?
Maybe you should cool down and finally understand that my place is on the couch in front of the TV, and not next to a young guy? What the hell is the love of an adult woman and a young guy! Will people understand? Even the son - and he did not understand. Neither me nor Kostya. And it's terrible."
After washing off the rest of my make-up, I trudged dejectedly into the room. Going to the door of Pashkina's room, she knocked, asking to be let in. But he didn't answer me.
Okay, I said angrily. You can get angry if you don't have a heart...
Eight months have passed since then. Kostya and I signed and live in my cousin's apartment. She is the only one who understood us.
Although ... Yesterday my son called, said that he was no longer angry and would like to meet. Not only with me, but also with Kostya.
Come! I answered happily.
And almost burst into tears of happiness ...
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I lived in the far north, beyond the Arctic Circle. I am of considerable height, and I am not offended by force. And as was customary in our nineties, he was engaged in dark and bad deeds. And then one day we were sitting with one businessman and waiting for miracles different led conversations are correct and vital. Yes, for some reason they started talking about our parents. I must say that I am fatherless, and after talking about this, something stuck in my head that it would not be bad to find a mother with a folder. Be patient a little - it all starts with the folder.
There was one policeman I knew, he worked in the passport office - so he made a competent request. True, I had to wait six months, but there was a folder after all! And where - in Moscow! I thought, I thought — yes, and decided to call. And so I go into the kitchen to my father, and there my younger sister is from my father from another wife, but she is my own blood. It turned out to be so small in stature, but at the age of 25 and already with a nephew. He is engaged in a haircut with his girlfriend ... It was then, guys, that everything began to spin before my eyes.
As soon as I saw my sister's friend, I really fell ill: well, it draws me to my sister's friend, and that's it. My sister was smart and quiet. I understood everything and calmly left for the north. But Natasha sat firmly in her head. Believe it or not, but for five years I went to visit my father and only looked in the direction of Natasha. But in the sixth year, I ambushed her and hinted at, well, a personal meeting, well, sit somewhere. Without any hope - but she agreed. And everything worked out there heart to heart, and believe me - I didn’t want to continue another.
I left for the north with one thought - how to live with Natasha and rejoice in my soul. True, in the winter I had already arrived in Moscow on my own business and decided to call her right away. Everything worked out: I met her at the entrance, got into the car, and then it started - we went to the Moscow region, walked for a long time, I confessed to her, she agreed to think about our road, which we would go together ... She asked what I would do in Moscow - I'll think of it, I said, and we returned to our Moscow corners.
I didn't want to leave, but I had to. I ventured to visit her before the road, and Natashka was waiting for me. After another six months of my courtship from afar, she said: come! And now more than 10 years have passed. True, when she found out more about me, I had to part with my habits - now I am an ordinary guy, I work honestly. Recently, valiant authorities visited me on old business, but they saw that I live correctly. And thanks to Natashka, who once said that they sent her to earth to correct and instruct loved ones on the right path, and I am her closest person. And I'm still studying at the 4th year in technical university. Well, how old am I, you ask, how old? Yes, over forty. And my daughter's name is Lizaveta.
Silver Scoda Oktavia, having driven into a holiday village, passed a high fence made of natural stone and stopped near a chic wrought-iron gate.
The good-natured hosts Sergey and Marina affably waved their hands to the couple who got out of the car.
Olga and Ivan immediately began to hug the owners of the summer cottage.
Putting the packages on the kitchen table, the men retired to the yard to kindle the barbecue, leaving the women to cook and keep secrets.
These two couples, slightly over forty, have been friends for a long time and there were always plenty of common topics for conversation.
Half an hour later, the intoxicating aroma of barbecue hovered over the site, forcing the neighbors to swallow their saliva.
In a chic gazebo on the shore of a small lake, a huge oak table was laid.
Appetizing pieces of meat were still sizzling on a huge dish, sliced vegetables, herbs and various sauces were arranged in rows in plates.
The women drank wine.
Cognac men.
There were toasts to the beautiful ladies, who blushed a little either from the wine, or from the frank glances of men at the beautiful female bodies, clad in the fabric of swimsuits.
Sergei looked passionately at Olga, Ivan at Marina.
Both women knew about the sympathy of their husbands for each other and slightly played along with them, but they never went beyond flirting.
Everyone got pretty drunk.
Ivan offered to swim. Olga and Sergey refused, but the hostess of the dacha supported the guest.
Laughing and slightly pushing, the couple rushed into the refreshing coolness of the water.
Olga decided to walk around the yard, admire the flowers, Sergey volunteered to be an escort, and they disappeared behind evenly trimmed bushes with a walking gait.
Ivan now and then dived trying to emerge as close as possible near the Marina. The woman held the game, laughing merrily, splashing, squealing, and trying to outsmart the diver.
At some point, Ivan emerged close to the woman. She let out a shrill cry and jumped up slightly. The fabric of the swimsuit immediately treacherously jumped down, exposing her chest.
Ivan froze, unable to look away.
Beautiful elastic breasts of the fifth size have not lost their shape over the years. The papillae, hard from the coolness of the water, beckoned.
Embracing the woman's waist with a strong arm, Ivan drew her to him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Hands greedily wandered over the bodies, causing wild excitement.
In the blink of an eye, women's panties slid off her lush hips. Men's swimming trunks followed.
Marina's legs closed around Ivan's buttocks. He entered her sharply, greedily, without caresses and preludes. Their bodies yearned for wild, animal passion. It was something she had not experienced with her husband in such a long time. And the danger of being seen only increased the desire.
It was fast, but insanely exciting sex, delivering huge waves of orgasm to both partners.
The sun setting beyond the horizon excited the imagination with its brightness. The intoxicatingly smelling lilac, in the rays of the departing heavenly body, seemed like an unprecedented outlandish plant from the fabulous country of the elves. Here, just a moment, and among the beautiful flowers a small creature will appear with shining eyes. sunshine wings.
Olga brought her face closer to the flowers, greedily inhaling the fragrance with her little nose.
Sergey came up behind and, embracing the woman by the thin waist, kissed her ear tenderly. Olga gracefully threw back her head, gently closing her eyes.
She would never let another man near her, being faithful to her husband, but the wine and sweet aromas of flowers turned her head. In addition, she knew that Sergei had long been burning with passion for her, wanting not only her body, but her very essence. This added zest to what was happening, and like any woman, Olga was flattered to be desired by another man.
Hot male lips gently touched the female neck, giving short kisses to silky skin. A shiver ran through Olga's body. A wide palm squeezed a small female breast, while not giving a hint of rudeness or pain. My heart was pounding at a furious pace. Butterflies in the bottom of a flat tummy swirled in a chaotic round dance. Legs became wobbly.
She would definitely have collapsed to the ground, but strong male hands picked up her thin body and carefully lowered grass onto the green carpet.
Slowly freeing Olga from the burden of a bathing suit, Sergei enjoyed the view of the guest's long-desired body, remembering every mole, every bump, every curve of her gorgeous body.
His movements were thought out, verified, gentle and accurate. He wanted her for too long and could not afford not to be cautious in the moment that fell on his happiness.
And she accepted his caresses, his kisses, moaning softly and stroking her thick hair, passing them through her thin fingers.
Male lips slid along the elastic chest, like a swan feather, plunging the female consciousness into a trance of ecstasy, and Sergey with every second, fell lower and became more tender.
Even under hypnosis, she would not be able to remember the number of waves of orgasm that covered her head.
And then they just lay there and were silent, not thinking about anything.
When Sergei and Olga returned, Marina refreshed the snacks on the table, and Ivan poured alcohol into glasses and wine glasses. From the ruddy cheeks of the women and the confused speech of the men, it was not difficult to guess what had happened, but everyone pretended that nothing had happened. Everyone decided for themselves that this was a fleeting attraction that appeared when they wanted to diversify the dullness of relations into the burnt out fire of family life.
They had fun until the morning, fervently and not forcedly, taking only a few hours to sleep.
In the morning we said a reserved but friendly farewell and parted ways.
Domestic problems, family routine and eternal affairs swept families. But still, something was wrong.
Ivan constantly thought about Marina, completely losing interest in his wife.
Olga, lying down in bed, closing her eyes, dreamed of Sergei's caresses. Hostess Marina, often began to add salt to cooked food, dreaming about Vanechka's wild passion.
And Sergei, having put an old photograph of Olga on the table in his office, did not take his eyes off her, sighing heavily.
This couldn't go on forever.
They met at their favorite cafe, where they often celebrated holidays together. The conversation was long and hard. Each found the strength to confess his love for the other.
After talking for a long time, they parted ways.
Sergei took Olga to him.
Ivan took Marina to his house.
Despite their young age, they left the ashes of burned-out love and plunged headlong into a new flame of passion.
Sergei rushed home from work like a bullet, surprising his beloved with a new bouquet of flowers, and after a long hug, he would certainly take him to the marriage bed in his arms. And Olga gave him tenderness and affection, giving herself entirely and completely.
Ivan and Marina, not wanting to creak a bed that was disgusting even in those marriages, traveled a lot. Their lust and insane, sometimes animal passion involved them in love games as a couple in the most unexpected places. They, like young students, spitting on morality and morality, merged into a single whole in passionate vice, where they wanted and when they wanted, covering each other with waves of violent orgasm.
The silver Scoda Oktavia stopped at the familiar gate. Ivan and Marina got out of the car. Their hosts, Sergei and Olga, came out to meet them with outstretched arms.
They sat in the gazebo for a long time, chatting and sharing news.
And when the sun lazily crawled over the horizon and shining stars poured into the sky, the lovers parted, so that they would meet again in the morning.
Ivan and Marina fled, jumped into the lake, from which it all began, clinging to memories and new passion.
And Sergei, picking up Olga in his arms, carried his beloved, now his legal wife, to their lilac bush.
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Whatever she did was tempting. Eroticism was manifested in all movements. In the kitchen, she was especially inimitable. In a light dressing gown, tight-fitting forms torn outward. A man who sees her eating a cucumber, a banana, or licking ice cream could go crazy if he didn't come. John knew this feature of his wife and therefore, created for her special diet, consisting of spherical and cube-shaped products. With this approach, he had a chance not to go crazy with lust. No cucumbers, bananas and ice cream. Of the long and cone-shaped, only his penis. And now Inga, on her knees, licked the head of his penis, pushing the upper flesh. John tried not to look, to delay the pleasure...
So wrote the young writer Perversev. Erotic scenes were his forte. He considered himself the most brilliant writer, and most of his genius lay in frankness.
- What are you writing, dear?
Trofim looked at his wife. Her dressing gown was not tight. It is difficult to find clothes that can be wrapped around this knitting needle - any thing, like on a hanger.
- A story, dear, - muttered Trofim.
- About what? the wife asked.
- About love.
Sonya froze in delight, staring dreamily at the ceiling.
“About love…” she whispered.
A knife in one hand, a headless fish in the other.
- I asked you not to distract me! – soared Trofim.
- Good, good, - and Sonya returned to business.
Trofim loved to create his creations in the kitchen. Here you can, without being distracted from writing, drink coffee, smoke a cigarette and replenish your energy reserve by eating something high-calorie. It used to be that a writer should be hungry. Perversev thought otherwise. The writer must be full. From this, the creator becomes kinder and his works. Previously, they wrote on an empty stomach and what a mess it turned out.
- Soon dinner? Trofim asked without raising his head from his genius.
- Soon, dear, soon.
It is easy and pleasant to release a magnificent body from a small dressing gown, it is torn out by itself.
John liked to free Inga from unnecessary clothes. He began to kiss her, often combining business with pleasure, because making love is so nice to have a bite to eat. First, the lovers used fruits: kiwi and strawberries, bananas and watermelons - then they tried meat, and finally fish. Herring in eroticism is an irreplaceable thing ...
- So, when's dinner? Trofim exploded.
- Please, darling, - Sonya put a plate in front of her husband. Boiled potatoes, a couple of pieces of fried pollock and cucumber. Sonya sat down opposite and bit off a cucumber. Perversev flinched at the loud sound. Goosebumps ran along the spine. He sighed heavily, buried himself in his plate, and broke open a potato with his fork.
After supper he continued with John's life.
But the tastiest fruit was between her legs...
He finished writing at night. I had to get up in the morning and prepare a financial report for my boss. He hesitated for another minute, fantasizing that instead of a report he was giving her his stories and she, stunned with excitement, would fuck him, and went to bed.
He crawled under the covers. Sonya was snoring, she was lying on her side, curled up, he lifted his nightgown, he got up. All of John's tension was transferred to him. He lowered his panties with Sonya, smeared the head of the penis with saliva and inserted it. Several frictions were not easy - a bit dry. He grabbed her skinny ass (touching her breasts is useless - it's the same as touching pimples) and dynamically moved.
"Oh-oh-oh," he sighed and finished.
Yes, honey, do you want something? Sonya woke up.
- No, dear, nothing, - answered Trofim. - Goodnight.
He turned his back on her and quickly fell asleep.
