This story is real and therefore I will change the names, so that it is not good for someone to damage. Then I worked in Central Asia, in the south of Uzbekistan. My family lived in Tashkent. At that, still Soviet times, I led a small autonomous enterprise, which worked as a rotational basis, and had enough free time. Sometimes I did not know how to kill him, because my family was far away, and the atmosphere of the Central Asian hinterland was not suitable for mature European men to satisfy their needs, including in entertainment. My colleague in the workshop David lived in the capital of Uzbekistan and had a daughter who seriously suffered from asthma. Nearby, but my enterprise was a sanatorium for asthmatics, where patients gathered from all over the country with this ailment.
This sanatorium was based next to solo development and therefore was famous for the great effectiveness in the treatment of asthma. This circumstance served as the basis for this story. I visited Tashkent twice a month, and David, deciding to send my daughter to the sanatorium, asked me to give her to this medical institution and provide all kinds of assistance and support during my stay there. The daughter was called Irina … It was a short, pleasant, young woman with a thin waist and steep hips. Wavy dark hair gave out a share of Jewish blood (mother was Russian). Her disease was given a frequent cough and earthy complexion.
On the way from Tashkent, we drank cognac a little and talked. Irina turned out to be a pleasant and interesting interlocutor. She was easy and interesting with her. From the conversation, I realized that she has a child, but something is not going well with her husband. Perhaps, on this basis, her medicines did not help her very much (she constantly took some pills). I don’t know why, but later, when we met closer, she admitted to me that she had never experienced an orgasm in her life. I did not immediately believe it, but looking at her some girlish naivety, I stopped doubting. She was, as they say, “Daddy’s daughter”. I was already a mature man, ten years older than her, and already understood women. I felt an attraction to her.
Meanwhile, you need to imagine a province in the south of Uzbekistan: the gray dusty villages around and the corresponding local “contingent” treated in a sanatorium, to communicate with which a young metropolitan European girl was, to put it mildly, unpleasant. I felt this and, after waiting a week, drove into the sanatorium to visit Irina. As I thought, with a prayer in my eyes and trembling in my voice, she asked me to take her from there. Grinning to myself, I set myself a checkmark for the correct forebodings and, touching her shoulder, reassured. She looked at me with some kind of warm, draft gaze and I really became terribly sorry to leave her among strangers who speak her language not familiar to her. I promised to take her to me for tomorrow. Fortunately, I had a free room in my residential cottage and, moreover, the director of the sanatorium Salim-Aka was my good friend.
Our company was based in a separate cottage village with a household building and a sauna separately for workers and for management. I placed Irina in my cottage, in the next room next to my. She attended all the procedures in the sanatorium, but she came to dinner and dinner to me, in my “cabin-company”. For us, we covered in a separate room and we, having secluded, spent evenings near the TV in conversations. Our relationships developed rapidly, became warmer and more romantic.
There was a wonderful autumn, dry and warm – the weather is typical for October in Central Asia. We often, capturing provisions and alcohol, went to picnics in foothills or mountain tracts in the vicinity of our village. She accompanied me when I was invited to visit local residents. There, sitting on the Kurpachi, we tried local cuisine, drank vodka and green tea. We often laughed, and we were very good together. I sometimes inadvertently hugged her, and she answered me the same, clinging to me. Irina had already come to my room a couple of times before going to bed. Near my bed, our conversations acquired a special intimate character. I saw that she was languishing and she already wants much more, but did not rush events, although “my friend” was not used to idle for more than two to three days. In relations with women like Irina, I especially learned to appreciate and enjoy their first timid step to a meeting or act that they considered a reprehensible or previously forbidden. To get from such a girl that she herself makes you blowing a blowjob – it is worth a lot. I wanted her. And although I knew that her table book was a volume of poems by Drunina and felt her delicacy and romantic mood, he often represented her lips on his cock.
The next evening, she came to me in one robe before bedtime. I was already in bed and, having thrown off the blanket, moved, offering her to sit down. I seemed to be a gesture to her – the place is free! And she, obviously nervous, with a impulsive gesture, throwing her robe, lay down next to me. It was noticeable in it some kind of internal struggle with its own bashfulness or the idea of sin. She breathed deeply and excitedly with her eyes closed. I took off her panties and began to stroke the small chest, stomach and hips. Her pubis was covered with thick black hair that did not know a haircut. She trembled finely, closing her eyes. I began to kiss Irina in the lips and neck, slowly dropping lower and below. Kissed shaved armpits and nipples. My hands found and began to carefully caress Irina’s clitoris and wet lips already. Then I, spreading her legs, began to lick her “pussy” with my tongue. From touching her anus, she flinched. Probably no one has caressed her before before. She groaned and began to whisper something. Her juicy, open vagina expired by juice. The clitoris swelled. She was very excited. I lay down next to my back, whispering loudly:
– Sit down at him!
Irina, picking up my reared member and directed it, sat on me on horseback. Her eyes were closed. She was as if in a trance. Sweet and unusual sensations overwhelmed her. She, moaning, began to move on my cock. Irina’s dark wavy hair scattered, almost covering her face. I caressed her chest and pubis with my hand. Very soon she finished violently. Convulsions shook her body for a long time. She sat motionless for some time, apparently listening to herself and evaluating what happened.
– Well?
– Such sweetness … Never before ….
She sat on my swollen and excited member and I intended to complete the love act too. I wanted her lips to recognize my cock …Put it on my back, I began to fuck her in my mouth. I ended abundantly in her mouth and lay down nearby. We lay hugging for a long time and I listened to her grateful whisper. The first wonderful orgasm! For her, it was like the discovery of a wonderful recipe for changing everything around … I realize that her life will now change and this merit brought me an inexplicable joy. As if I had created a small semblance of a miracle!
For tomorrow after lunch, we went to visit the garden and a closed pioneer camp in the foothills. Wandering among almost bare trees, I unexpectedly saw a blush on Irina’s face and realized that I had not heard her cough for a long time! She was transformed. And I thought in a sinful thing: probably the treatment in this matter did not play the main role! The girl just needed a change in the situation, a little love and male affection. I noticed what glance she furtively threw at me, as I clung to me. The girl was overwhelmed by emotions. She probably fell in love with me a little …. I felt responsible for her and knew that I would not extend our relationship in Tashkent.
In the evening we went to the sauna. I wanted to satisfy her in another, more relaxed environment. The sauna was sheathed with wood, had a pool and a guest room. I brought women there many times earlier. Irina was a little shy, so we turned into sheets and went to bask in the steam room. We warmed up in dry for a couple of minutes. She came out first and began to take a shower. A minute later I went out, having thrown off the sheet. She stood in the shower, turning her back to me, clearly waiting for my actions … I kissed her neck and began to stroke her shoulders and hips. Then I began to caress Irina’s chest and stigt her pubis with one hand and touch her lips. She silently took caresses clinging to me under the streams of water.
– Lean, spread your legs ..
She leaned low, resting her hands on a small bench standing next to him and, slightly spreading her legs, opened her charm to my gaze … … she was already excited and breathed heavily, closing her eyes. I began to stroke her hips and lick her. Irina’s labia swells from my caresses, the clitoris turned red and increased. I wanted to give her pleasure and teach her love games. Her legs shakely trembled with excitement. I, moistening my index finger with my saliva, inserted it into her anus and began to slowly move it back and forward. She seems to be very liked. She was already ready.
– Did you like it?
– Yes, honey….
– Want to caress my cock, honey?
– Yes………
– Kiss his head and lick my eggs ..
She sat on a bench and began to lick my excited member. I helped her with the movements of the pelvis. Then I unfolded it and, introducing a member into the vagina, began to fuck Irishka. It was wonderful! I fucked this romantic girl, caressing her breasts and forcefully driving my dick into her. She began to scream and wave to me to meet. Movements accelerated. The convulsions of orgasm shook her body. Following her, I also began to finish. Having managed to expand Irina one hundred and eight -year degrees, I ended in her mouth, spraying her face with my “juice”. She is satisfied, kneeling, licking the remnants of sperm from my penis. Then I washed her in the shower and we rested for a long time in the guest room, lying on the sofa.
Meanwhile, the course of its treatment a few days later came to an end, and we had to leave. I saw with what kind of trepidation she belongs to each of the remaining intimate meetings and tried to satisfy her. How she did not begging, bowing me to meetings in Tashkent, I affectionately but firmly refused. And in vain! I have never met such pure, romantic girls. As I later found out, her family life has improved and she gave birth to another child. So I accidentally set up the life of a married couple.
24.07.12. Alex.
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