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350 stories · Page 17The third day hanging around Moscow without a penny in his pocket, Igor peered enviously into the windows of foreign cars with tinted windows passing by him, trying to see the lucky ones inside. Money... Damn it, where are these notorious crazy "grandmothers", flowing, according to the provincials, into the bottomless pockets of Muscovites from all over the country? And why can't he, a healthy, smart and still young man, break off his piece from this damned metropolitan pie? No money means nothing: no housing next month, no food for the next week, not even a ticket to your hometown. But in the notebook there is one address ... Remembering this, Igor grinned wryly and shrugged his shoulders. Well… After all, he doesn’t foresee women in the foreseeable future either, so it doesn’t matter what to do with the liquid that has accumulated over the month and is useless, causing only pain in the groin… To his surprise, at the family planning department of the city gynecological dispensar
It was evening. Arthur sat at the bow of the six-seater boat, occasionally spitting into the water. He relatively recently began to transport on this section of a wide, slowly flowing river. However, even poor experience told him that in the late afternoon someone would definitely ask to be transported to the other side. Busy hiking trails criss-crossed the plain in all directions, and the nearest bridge was a long way off, even by local standards. Premonition did not deceive: on a gentle path that descended to the water, a slender female figure appeared. The woman was clearly in a hurry. A medium-sized travel bag dangled from her tanned shoulder, thumping mercilessly on her hip, as if carved by the hand of a skilled craftsman. The dress, barely covering her shoulders, fluttered from fast walking, exposing her tanned knees. Taking a breath, the woman asked: - Will you move to the other side? Arthur looked at her thoughtfully, kneading a cigarette in his fingers, which had been wo
Episode 1 ... You stand completely naked near the open closet and thoughtfully sort out your outfits. Finally, you opt for a super short open evening dress - extremely frank, not so much dressing as undressing you. - How? - a questioning look in my direction. - Thing! - I appreciate. You straighten your dress on the bed and pull out your panties. You look doubtfully at the thinnest fabric of the dress and take others - a purely symbolic lace rag on strings. With deft movements, slightly twisting your hips, you put them on - panties barely cover your pubis. In the summer, you removed your pubic hair, leaving your favorite "fashionable" haircut, and yet the most cheeky hairs peeked out from behind the lacy edges of the panties. I look at you with pleasure: an even tan covers your entire body. Following the example of all the local young (and not only) ladies, you sunbathe topless - bras from swimsuits remained at the bottom of the suitcase. At first, you were a little embarrassed
She flew on a plane to rest. Although she flew in a large company, she, as always, was lonely. The flight was a full two hours, but it wasn't that long for her. She loved to be alone, didn't like to talk... and that's why she stuck headphones in her ears and closed her eyes, fencing herself off from her neighbor in the armchair... in the next one, on the other hand, her daughter was already snoring, covered with a blanket... She closed her eyes and immediately pictures of the recent past floated before my eyes... She saw herself in the office, at her desk ... there are several more tables in the office, because she is not alone in it ... but the girls are not curious, everyone is used to doing their own thing and not getting into other people's monitors ... It was still only a day, but she was already nervous... because she knew that today he promised to come... the first time she would see him... the first time since they met... she had never met on the Internet before, not she tr
On a sunny May morning, his feet stepped on the already hot Voronezh soil, and his gaze touched her, passing over her beautiful body, literally devouring her from head to toe ... God, it flashed through his head how beautiful your creation is sometimes. Seeing the smile on her face, he said hello to her, and his lips reached out to her, hers parted to him in response: definitely, there is no sweeter lips than hers. Her beautiful legs were covered with dark black stockings, and her gaze devoured the hollow between her large breasts, whose forms protruded so sweetly, and, looking at them, it pleasantly caught her breath, imagining her penis between them, lovely, but when will he touch them? ..Thinking so, they reached the taxi, and sitting in the back seat, again indulged in caresses. God, how beautiful her hands are. Here is the house, the sun, the entrance. Rise, door, lock, kiss and here it is, the house, now they are already together. Hands reaching out to her, he no longer has the
It was a warm summer evening. We sat around the campfire and reminisced the whole day, as we climbed the hills with big backpacks on our backs. We pitched our tents by a small river and sat by the fire and drank beer. It was warm and there were practically no mosquitoes. There were four of us. My girlfriend and her boyfriend invited us, perhaps for the company, or perhaps they had something in mind ... When it was almost dark and the bright white stars scattered across the sky, our friends, having wished us good night, went to the tent and now only occasionally a giggle was heard from there and the rustle of a camping blanket. Today I saw you for the first time, you turned out to be not as handsome as your friend described you, but there was something charming, eye-catching in you. Having opened one more bottle of beer and enjoying the beauty of nature around us, we talked about abstract topics. Meanwhile, the beer gradually began to hit our heads, and soon we were laughing without h
Friday evening ... She still has so much to do .... For the evening they invited guests - a married couple with whom they had been connected by almost 15 years of pleasant acquaintance. How many years have they been together! We went to the theater together, celebrated the New Year, went to visit each other on occasion and without any reason. So today they agreed to meet, chat and exchange impressions after the summer holidays. So much more to do! The refrigerator at home was empty. She loved to cook only for guests, perceiving everyday standing at the stove as a mockery, or torture, or just a waste of time. Having run into the store and bought everything she needed, she barely made it home with two bags. Having only managed to throw bags of groceries to her husband and short instructions on what to do with them, she slipped into the bath and began the laborious procedure of bringing herself into her proper form. Less than an hour before the arrival of the guests, she had to sign
Lying on the bed, he recalled how he, then still a young lieutenant with a slender athletic figure, was intensely pecked at by the bored wives of his senior colleagues in the garrison. Having unsuccessfully landed on a parachute, during the exercises, he severely sprained the ligaments in his leg and, for a long time, got stuck in a hospital bed. He lay on the bed for two weeks, literally languishing from idleness. Every two days he was regularly visited by the head of the medical service, Major Nikolayeva, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman with plump cherry lips and a bright blush on her cheeks. He blushed painfully and trembled with embarrassment, shivering and trying to somehow hide the shamelessly protruding cock when she examined his sore leg. This was repeated every time she came, and he calmed down, thinking that she did not notice his aroused flesh. Once, when it got warmer and the snow instantly melted, he lay with anguish listening to the sparrows chirping stunned outsi
That day, despite the good weather, I did not make any attempts to get out of bed, which Katya was very happy about, since this completely coincided with her desires. We basked in our cozy bed until the evening, smoothly turning into night. We caressed, made love, played with each other, massaged each other, took turns going to the kitchen for various goodies and fed each other with them, making love again ... Katya was lying against the wall, and I stroked her with my hand, burying my nose in her shoulder, while enjoying her smooth velvety skin and her scent. But then she lifted the blanket with her hand and began to climb over me. - Where are you going? I asked. "To the toilet," she replied. I bent my knees, preventing her from climbing further, pulled her by the arms and she, having lost her points of support, collapsed right on top of me. - I want to pee, - Katya said playfully plaintively, - my pipishka really wants to do another wet business. “Not a business, but a busi
You and I traveled around Europe. In Italy, we stopped for a few days in Naples, in this ancient city, on the shores of the Gulf of Naples of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Having rented a hotel room, we wandered through the narrow ancient streets and admired the architectural monuments. I was dressed in a miniature top that barely covered my breasts and short white shorts. During our trip, I managed to get a tan, and you were pleased to notice that the men passing by cast furtive glances at me. Still would! My legs could drive anyone crazy! :)) It's hot outside, you just can't breathe! Having wandered around enough, we return to the hotel. There are air conditioners in the room and therefore you don’t feel the heat that melts the cobbled pavements outside, the heat that hangs over the ancient city at this time of the year does not penetrate here. The walk tired us a little and now, a little tired, but overwhelmed with impressions, we sit in easy chairs in the room and lazily think about how we s
Friendly advice: it is best to read this story alone and to good slow music, giving free rein to your imagination. Also, enable full screen mode on your browser. They entered a small but very comfortable one-room apartment. She immediately threw her purse on the floor and wearily sank down on the large double bed covered with a pink silky bedspread that matched the color of the walls. And he loudly fiddling with a bunch of keys in his hand went to the kitchen. From there, after a while, he was heard: “What are you going to do? Tea, coffee? Cocoa, unfortunately, is not here, but I think there is sugar. Or is it not sugar? ..." Meanwhile, she sat cross-legged and with She gazed at the tiny room with interest. In addition to a chic bed in the middle, there was a table, a couple of chairs, a wardrobe and a heavy antique dressing table with a huge mirror. There was a thick fleecy carpet on the floor, and a night-light with a pink lampshade hid in the corner. The windows were hung with lig
I was 22 at the time and he was 21. Having invited him to my home, I did not stand on ceremony, but immediately took him to my bedroom. At first, we chatted, laughed, joked, kissed ... For me, it's a common thing, with a kiss, to caress a guy wherever I get it! But for him it was the first time, he said the phrase that he was not ready. I thought, does he really expect sex? Hmm... yes... so open. Although it was necessary to count on sex. Turned out he was a virgin! I had almost everything, but never had sex with a virgin! Without hesitation, I decided to tease him, but after starting a game, I started playing myself. I climbed on top of him and threw him on the bed, I began to move on him, rubbing against his penis, which protruded so much through my jeans. I began to slowly unzip my fly, he was breathing so intermittently. It made my head spin. I took out his penis and began to smoothly move my hand from the head of his penis to the base, I felt the lubricant come out of it,
At one party, in honor, it seems, of my friend's birthday, I met a girl. From the very beginning, I did not want to start any serious relationship. I thought... take a break at the disco, have some fun at some party. I like to splurge, who doesn’t like it, especially since the girl was not spoiled, her poor parents could not adequately support their offspring, maybe it sounds ugly, but I can’t find other words, and she couldn’t find a good job . The girl could not afford cool parties and fashionable sessions. A modest, but always neat look, is unlikely to hook any guy from the crowd. I had extra money, albeit a little, advanced friends who were frequenters of expensive discos and clubs, in general, everything for a complete respite. I approached her, not knowing where to start the conversation, lightly hugging her waist, I felt under a light dress, her body not formed by age. I don’t know how many seconds my numbness lasted, but it seems like a lot. My unexpected tetanus was interrup
For some reason, it became terribly funny when, in a large woman who got out of a car I did not know, I recognized my mother's girlfriend - Tamara Lvovna, a neighbor on the porch from the fifth floor. - Has the beauty come to get laid? – sarcastically flashed through my head. - What about the husband? Doesn't satisfy? Decided to scratch your manda about a stump in nature? I heard in the morning at the entrance, how I hung noodles on my husband’s ears, that you were going to a lonely girlfriend who had a bad cold and could even stay until the morning, depending on her condition. - A decent woman came out on the panel? He smiled wickedly and looked hopefully at the camera. - How lucky I decided to go for mushrooms and take pictures of birds in the forest! And you can only dream of pictures of such a swallow with a “lonely girlfriend” in nature! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Aunt Tamara, Uncle Vitin's wife, got out of a car parked in a small cl
It was summer outside, and there was still a little more than a week left before the start of the new football season among women's teams, but the field was not empty on this warm morning. The girls didn't train, no. For today, a pre-season photo shoot was scheduled for a set of new uniforms, but even when the planned event came to an end, the players were in no hurry to disperse. They told how they spent a couple of days off received after the camp, laughed at the new photographer who was embarrassed all the time from the inexhaustible female attention, discussed the new transfer of the opposing team and twittered on a lot of other topics. — Smirnova! - suddenly came the voice of the head coach, and when the girl turned around, Travnikov gestured for her to come up. - Listen, Roman Ivanovich. - Lud, a potential new investor has arrived there, he wants to talk with one of the players. Come down, huh? He is in my office. The girl willingly agreed and, running goodbye to hug her
Sergei Alexandrovich is a tall, plump man of about 40. He teaches higher mathematics at the university. And he loves his profession, first of all, because his couples are mostly beautiful young girls: some look like whores, some like gray mice, and some (Sergey Alexandrovich's favorite kind of students) like cute prudes. It is them that the professor imagines in the shower or in bed on lonely evenings, when he jerks off his big, heavy penis with protruding veins. He often makes ambiguous hints to girls, and flocks of students do not call him anything other than an old pervert. A couple of times in his practice, he even put the highest score for a blowjob or sex on the teacher's table. But basically all the girls who decide questions on credits in this way are not at all cute prudes, which Sergey Alexandrovich loves. And, one day, tired of student whores, the professor had an idea. The last lesson was for students of biology. Sergei Alexandrovich noticed in advance the girl completely
The key turned in the lock, opening the door and Pavel entered the familiar apartment. Nobody met him. Anna usually went out to meet him, tried to catch his eye and guess his mood. But today the hallway was empty. Pavel slowly took off his coat and took off his shoes, thinking about the reasons for such an unusual situation. Went into the room. Opened the door, entered and froze. Anna sat quietly in the room with her head bowed to her chest. She wore only black lace lingerie and black stockings with a belt. “Do you always want to meet me like this?” - Yeees... - Not scary? - Not with you. - And why am I so good? Because you give me what I want... — Starting from the table? “Yeahhhh... Although I immediately felt you the first time, it wasn’t just that I was looking for reasons to meet. And then the bed... - From me so blows Riding? - For me, yes ... it seems to me ... you are stronger than me and seasoned ... - Good. Pavel stood at the entrance, his hands in
Background - several years of marriage, good relationship, pleasant sex a couple of times a week, a little more often - a blowjob. Of course, I wanted a little more often and, at times, experiments, but my wife began to violently resent. The wife is a brunette of medium height with a regular oval face, expressive dark eyes and beautifully defined lips. With a figure, too, everything is fine - medium-sized breasts, a pronounced waist, sloping hips. Tight ass - on the beach, men are often seen off with envious, and girls with displeased looks. It all started when I came home from a corporate party on the occasion of the end of a common two-week internship in a neighboring city. There was, oddly enough, really a lot of work and no time for flirting. I drank a little at Sabantuy and was teased by a brown-haired trainee from the neighboring department, who danced, snuggled up, and ... urgently ran home after her husband called. Arriving home, he was greeted with a question that he was
I successfully passed the state exam and perfectly defended my final work, and now all that remains for me is to enjoy the first vacation in four years in June and wait for the long-awaited diploma to be printed and finally issued. Oh yes, I also had to go through the offices, call in the main building and collect marks on the bypass sheet. Actually, this is what I was doing, looking at my watch and confidently walking along the university corridor - it was almost an hour, I had the last resort in the list, which means that there was still enough time to call my girlfriend and go shopping in search of new things for the summer, and just unwind after the hard months of writing a diploma and preparing for the final exam line. I knocked with my knuckles on the door with the sign I needed and, without waiting for an answer, which, of course, would not have followed, I entered the room. The office turned out to be small in size, with only two windows, and only one employee sat in it - m
The girl stood tied to the post with her wrists upraised. The inquisitor in a dark robe approached her very close and looked intently into her large blue eyes. Are you ready for submission? he asked ingratiatingly. The girl did not answer, only her lips stretched into a contemptuous smile, and her eyes, without blinking, withstood the gaze of the man. “Do you know who the first woman I exorcised was?” My sister. The devil strongly resisted, and I had to tinker a lot. Now you understand, if I have not been too ceremonious with kindred flesh, should I show mercy to you? Having received no answer, the inquisitor walked around the pillar, looking at the girl from all sides and again brought his face closer to her. - Where is he hiding? Here? The inquisitor's hand rested on the girl's forehead. - Here? - she sank lower and lay down on a high lush chest. - Or where the focus of male sins and at the same time the source of new life? “Undress me,” the girl answered boldly, “and may