I was in the second year of the correspondence university, the summer session was to be long and tedious.
The evening station, the reserved car, a short farewell to her husband, and now green fields and strips of telegraph lines flashed through the window. No neighbors, mostly elderly people, were caught, so I immediately climbed onto my upper shelf and began to look out the window.
- Hello, Luba! - the voice seemed familiar to me. I turned around and saw Sergey - my husband's former colleague at work, part-time as our witness at the wedding.
- Hello, Serge, how old, how many winters! I was glad to meet, even though someone could have a little word, especially since the last time we met families a few years ago. Sergey worked in another organization and our joint communication gradually faded away.
- What are the fate in Moscow?
- Session, be it wrong - I made a sour face, although in my heart I was glad that I had the opportunity to break away from household chores for a while and spend a month without any worries.
- To Moscow - to disperse melancholy?
“Something like that,” I smiled. - And what are you there?
- I go to relatives. And I saw you and Sergei at the train station, but there was no time to approach, I thought you were going together. I did not have time to eat at the restaurant. Do not want?
- No, I ate at home for three days in advance, so I'm afraid to spill on the way. You go, refuel, and on the way back still chat, if you do not fall asleep by that time.
Sergey was a rather big guy, of a rural type, blood with milk, but more lean, and he had the charm of a young horse. In short - these women like.
He left, and I continued to stare at the window. Thoughts galloped here and there, but somehow they invariably returned to the image of Sergey. We began to recall our joint parties, which sometimes even managed to arrange something like a dance (mostly they were feasts). I remembered that I liked to dance with him, to feel his hands on myself. It was a little wind up, but it had no follow ups. Once, having drunk more than usual, we even kissed him in the dance (I must say that our spouses did the same thing, in general, had a little fun in my youth). But only. And now, remembering everything on the rise, I suddenly realized that I was already lying a little wet. And it is not from the heat. And why not to dream, I'm on vacation? Probably nothing happened between us before, because there were spouses nearby, and the desire for updates has not come yet, but if it were to return that time now ... It began to darken on the street, the neighbors settled down, the conductor dimmed the lights, and began to descend on me drowsiness.
- Do not sleep! Sergey pinched me by the leg sticking out of the shelf and continued conspiratorially.
- I got the fuel, but for me this one a lot, so I thought that it was better to share with you. How are you?
- Sleeping pills will not hurt me!
- I suggest to organize right here on your shelf, as there is definitely no space at the bottom.
- So I have it here is not a lot! - I portrayed bewilderment.
- I'll stand, so even more fun.
- Then pour it, just where? And here is a small snack - I got a couple of bananas, an apple and a couple of sandwiches.
- For the meeting!
- For her!
0, 3 ended, it seemed to me, rather quickly, the conversation went in a low voice, so as not to interfere with my neighbors, the degrees reached my head and finally bent over her pillow. I listened to his story, and my recent fantasies were in my head. The lights in the car were already turned off, the people around were asleep, and Sergey’s whisper only intensified the effect of alcohol on my weakened mind. At some point I turned my head to him and our lips met. written for sexytal.com This contact was already clearly matured on both sides, so the kiss was long and shrill. Almost literally. His tongue penetrated deeply into my mouth in a businesslike manner, and a picture formed in my head that it penetrated a little lower, into another, equally moist hole. I was lying on my back, his hand was on my stomach and under the T-shirt confidently rose to my chest. The nipples instantly became stone, they began to pierce the discharges from the nipples down the abdomen. I swam ... And in this swim, I did not immediately realize that his hand had come off his chest and had already penetrated his panties. In general, this was a logical continuation, but I realized this only when I felt Sergey’s fingers penetrating into me. So brazenly, on the train, nobody has ever pawed me!
Fingers rudely moved apart the sponges and, moistened with grease, penetrated inside. The language would act more gently, but not so exciting ... When I started to finish, he squeezed my mouth with his second hand and began to introduce me first intensively. As I finished - it remains a mystery to me. A few minutes later I came to my senses, Sergey stood nearby, quietly stroking my tummy.
- Well, let's go smoke?
- Probably really time.
I barely got off shaky legs from the shelf and we went to the vestibule.
Lit up. For a few minutes they stood silently, everyone was thinking about his ... about his variant of continuing this night ... Nicotine gave a new portion of euphoria, strength for life again appeared Cigarettes flew through the vestibule door, mouths eagerly joined again, his fingers were inside me again. But now I have the opportunity to take the initiative, and without thinking twice, I launched my hand into his shorts. Is this what I wanted in my fantasies? Such a pleasant and already hard male flesh was in my pen. The head seemed to me very big and elastic, curiosity made me look at this perfection. I took it out of his pants and saw a charming member, who simply asked in his mouth. Members, you know, like people, are beautiful, but they are not. This was terrific, not huge, but stately, correct and tempting, as in the best porn movies.
When his head found itself in my mouth, I was again covered with some kind of faint and dizzy, in which I was not fully aware of what was going on around me. Everything revolves with the tongue just around this delicate head, which almost comes out and can be touched only with the tip of the tongue, then enters again in the mouth, sometimes moving deep enough. My hands hug his bare ass, each squeezing his buttock, helping to properly move the member in my head. Finally, the penis strains even more, the head becomes quite solid, I take the base with the testicles with one hand, and at this moment the fountain starts to beat in the mouth. We freeze, and the streams are becoming weaker and weaker each time ... the mouth is already full of warm semen, which turns me on even more. Many of my girlfriends do not like the taste of sperm, but for me she has always been a source of sexual recovery. I swallowed everything that had accumulated in me, licked the still vigorous handsome, we brought ourselves into a more or less decent look and went back to the car.
I didn’t want to sleep, but the continuation could still be quite interesting, so without thinking twice we hooked one sheet to the third shelf, covering the corner from the side of the aisle and halfway to the side. Trying not to create excess noise climbed to the top, Sergei lay under the wall, and I was on the edge. Neighbor on the upper shelf of the dry, turned to the wall. I lay back to Sergey so that I could control what was happening outside, while decisively and immediately removing my shorts and panties. Sergey also followed my example, and his member leaned against my ass nicely. I took it in my hand, slightly bent my back and placed it between my legs, so that it touched my lips. Sergey's slightly noticeable movements gently massaged the clitoris, and his hands clenched his chest. When I felt that with my lubricant it was already possible to lubricate at least all the moving parts of this car, I slightly bent my back, and at the next pass of Sergey his head imperceptibly for him, and very noticeably for me, entered already on the correct trajectory into the opening for it. At first, the hole was a bit stunned by such an adult guest, but when he went inside, and the part remained somewhat narrower at the entrance, the fleeting shock passed and I already wanted only more and more insistent penetration. Sergey continued his unhurried hesitations, working, it seemed to me, more with my breasts, then I again bent my back and asked:
- Thrust it deeper.
- Am I already in you? Sergey did not understand that crawls are no longer just between my legs.
- You have long been in me.
- And what about without the gum?
- I'm not contagious.
- Are not you afraid to fly?
- Who is afraid, he does not swim. The time is not stray, theoretically.
Sergey lifted my leg, settled down comfortably and entered already confidently to the fullest. With the size I was obviously lucky, that is necessary! After a while, tired of lying on my side, I lay down on my stomach, and Sergei sat down at me. This position I really like, a member gets exactly where I have the button. I raised my ass a little, the head hit a couple of times on this button and the music began to play! But I did not hear her, I did not hear or see anything, because I was overwhelmed by incredible forces and threw delight into the sea ...
When I returned to the ground again, Serega was lying next to a silly happy face.
- And how are you? Can you pamper you again with your mouth?
- I, too, already.
- And I did not even notice. I hope I managed to take it out?
- I also hope so. It's 4 o'clock in the morning. We must get together, and then the people will start to wake up, and here we are.
- Well, if you don't want anything else ...
- So not the last day we live, I hope to meet again ...
We did meet several more times in Moscow and at home, but I didn’t get such a buzz like on a train. Then there was a period of pregnancy, childbirth, and our paths no longer intersected ...