The most common woman lived – husband, daughter, homework, etc.P. everyday wisdom. She was 35 years old, you yourself understand that the age is not Balzakovsky, but not 25. The most crisis of sexuality in the soul. Everything seems to be fine, but everything is missing there, everything is thinking about something, dreams… Can throw all this somewhere, ”she thought,“ still not a girl… People lived around – both young men and the elderly, but she did not perceive men aged, it had their own reasons. But we will not pick up in psychological complexes. In general, she loved to watch and imagine herself with young men, but, of course, not with green youths, although they would also not be bad in bed. For her, everything depended on who they were and what they were. She walked along the street, just walked, people walked, drove, everything moved somewhere and lived. She walked slowly and looked around – why they don’t notice me? – She thought, but how was it really in fact! They were simply afraid to approach her, and whoever can get to know how to get to know how everything is necessary to pay for everything and everywhere… But she would have given it for free, for the sake of pleasure. The gaze slid along the window of the store – there was a young man of indefinite age, like a young but hard look of gray eyes spoke about the hardness of character and the hardness of other parts of the body. She just smiled at him, directly and openly, in spite of everyone, and to himself and him, everyone, all. She was tired, she just didn’t care what they would think about her, but no one even paid attention, everyone was not up to it, people were all in themselves, the vanity absorbed them, it seemed that everyone had forgotten that spring had come… It used to be wrong, or just before I was young and fucked with the one I wanted, getting great pleasure and a little disappointment later. But this is only later, she thought, sitting on a bench and lighting. Green eyes squinted, languidly looking at the street.
– You can sit down? – The young man sat down, handed the lighter.
Well, that’s all, now the matter is behind me – she looked at him, she liked him. She wanted him right away. Spring is in full swing and you are sad, ”he said. The standard set of phrases, movements, views is all the same, she thought. He offered to give her to, she agreed.
– Where?
– I don’t care where you want.
His hand was between his legs, her head was spinning, did not darken in her eyes, but came up to his throat. She wanted to kiss him, he is her. They kissed. How simple! He looked at her in surprise, she laughed.
– What’s next? – Further – whatever you want, you will be, you are the mistress of the situation, he said. She was pleased as he caressed her neck, kissed her ear. She just leaned back in the seat, there was peace in her soul. Why is it so rarely so rare? She took his neck tightly and kissed him. Her tongue was deeply walked along his palate, she took his tongue and bite him very much, making it clear, not knowing herself. The head went around. An unfamiliar man seemed to her the closest and relatives. Why? Yes, because he gave her a feeling of warmth at the bottom of her black lace panties. She finished. How good and nice! He looked at her and did not understand.
– Thank you! – She smiled at him again, her foot on her foot beautifully. – I have to go.
– You always do this with men – do not be afraid?
– No, it just happened – but in her soul she deceived him and praised herself. She always did so, the man wanted her, she triumphed over their desires (again some psychological bells and whistles). But she needed it, and she achieved this.
He looked at her for a long time, she at him, he silently handed her a phone. Great, I’ll call you, I hope you will not forget me. She really wanted to continue what she started, but the mind stopped her. He understood this. She leaned toward him, kissed him again, ran a hand over her thigh, above, made sure of her innocence and power of femininity, whispering in her ear: then, next time, I promise… For a moment, he hugged her tightly, and she suddenly got scared, but only for a moment. He laughed and let her go – look, don’t do it anymore with others. Fine? – Yes, yes, I promise – it is unlikely that I will meet another. She touched his eyes to his eyes, kissed them, could not tear herself away from him, and he from her. Their feeling was scared, uniting them and exciting them… I’ll call. Bye. She got out of the car, he sharply moved and left very quickly. I wonder what his name is? She looked at the phone written by his hand…
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