Oh and all normal guys, at the age of 15 I was interested in the opposite sex.
My childhood and youth calmly and full flowed in the Blessed region not the shore of the sea. Warm climate, generous sun, an abundance of fruits, black caviar and meat in the diet could not but apply an imprint on the sexuality of the inhabitants of our places. The effect was also intensified by clothing, which in hot climate only provokes contact. But there is no earthly paradise. All the charm of our life (teenage, for the adult people, as always, have already learned to bypass laws) spoiled the harsh laws of the southern cities governing relations between the sexes. The HAV, dear reader has already begun to bore this long historical and geographical introduction, but I hope that it will help to plunge into the atmosphere of events. It’s more likely, I wanted, my eyes were already on the forehead, and girlfriends and classmates, tormented no less, not only sacredly cherished her virginity for the future husband, but also tried to avoid the reason for neighboring gossip in every possible way. Of course, of course, that I, like my friends, walked like an explosive and even a glimpse of the woman saw, could later lead to fierce masturbation at half past a night. In those days (beginning of the 80s), I and the classmate were fond of the overwriting of the audio cassett, and I still recall the charm of the Italian stage, which filled the expanse of the USSR. In the evenings, at a friend at home, we made notes, as it was called with us.
The moment to recall the main character.
The mother of my classmate, Valery Leonidovna, a magnificent, hawk, a forty-year-old woman who worked in a commission store (remember the 80s) and had money, and access to beautiful clothes and good cosmetics, which with great difficulty went to those days. A fifteen -year -old boy, I looked at this tall, tight -up lady with a well -developed and perfectly well -groomed body with awe. I recall Lera’s face, her huge dark blue eyes, so beautifully combined with black, shiny as varnish with hair, and smooth, like snow-white porcelain, delicate skin. She fascinated me with her magic, with pleasure, she sternly examined a large, high chest, a small, elastic ass, always tightly covered with a narrow dress. We were familiar with my early childhood, and I could not admit a sexual attraction to my friend’s mother, but over the years, the fantasy began to draw beautiful legs under a long tight dress, which for some reason was always beautiful, calling, in my opinion, but too muchStrict. One evening, we were, as usual, we were busy copying the music of the next group and simultaneously conducted conversations on a sore topic, plumping each other with true stories, simultaneously considering a magazine with half -year -old girls. Lera arrived with a huge bouquet of flowers, funny and with shiny eyes. They had some kind of holiday at work.
– Hi boys, how are you? – Beautiful, smelling of the subtle spirits, the lady sat next to me on the sofa.
– Hello.
– Mom, hello, – friend Arthur somewhere began to shut up the magazine.
– What is it with you? Let me have a look.
– No, mom, this is so.
– Hu, come on, come on!!
And Lera reached for the magazine, while her hip pressed against my leg, and pressed the elastic chest on her shoulder. I was doused like boiling water when I felt the heat of her body through the thin fabric, my breath caught and an irresistible desire absorbed my mind.
– Oh, how interesting! That’s what you were considering! Sasha, why are you so red (Sasha is me).
– Yes there is no aunt Lera, I’m nothing.
– Why are you shy? This is normal for your age! Arthur, and you? Interested in girls, do not hide the magazines!
– Yes, we are a little, – we mumbled.
– Yes, abandon, Sasha, you like beautiful women? Especially when they are in a beautiful pose, yes, like that, for example, – and Lera suddenly playfully pulled up the dress, opening her legs almost to her knees. I probably had drooling from my mouth from my mouth, I devoured Leru’s gaze, losing my mind.
– I like you! – I suddenly croaked for myself.
– What? – And the fun in her gaze was replaced by surprise. My eyes broke clothes from her body, mentally I already pressed her to me, kissed and pawed wherever you can come up with. And when our views met, I realized that she first saw in me a male burning from lust.
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