- And you are a cool athlete! - I wrote after the first greeting. - It's dangerous to mess with you, probably. Hardly what's wrong, immediately wrestling wrestling techniques and put on the shoulder blades.
- And then, - said Larry, - that's what was calculated! Though it was a long time ago, I studied more, but the truth was, I was involved in sports. And participated in the competition.
- And How? - I became interested. - Were there any precedents when you were forced to apply physical force to a man with whom you went on a date?
- Yes, where to get them, these men? - there were no emoticons, but I directly felt how my companion was grinning sarcastically. Then there were the expected complaints, as the people turned out to be shaken up, as perverts entering the correspondence only need to be nude or jerk off on Skype, and if anyone wants to see it live, they are primarily interested in whether or not she will invite you to her place. Or such businessmen and busy people come across that it is not clear why they arranged a date, if they did not get together later.
- Strange! - I replied. - It seems that there is no shortage of hotels in Moscow, and the people are not poor, so that in order to save a couple of thousand to visit them. Here listen, Lari, that I will tell you. I am still at home, in Ensk, but soon I am going to Moscow. I will stay for a long time, three weeks for sure, or even a month. Some days, of course, I will be busy. And in some free. Why don't we make an appointment to see them live? And if we look to each other, then I promise you, I will not ask for it. For this there are hotels, and you are calmer, and me. Unless, of course, you are not confused by the fact that I am a guest, married and not Russian.
- This is even better! - Larry delighted me with her preferences, which are very rare among metropolitan residents - inhabitants of Mamba. - Here is my phone, how come, call. And who do you work and what are you doing in Moscow, if not a secret?
Before the real meeting, we briefly intersected a couple of times online on the site. I promised to give her my book with a gift inscription, to which she was so glad that I promised her jewels with brylits. They found out the range of sexual acceptability: anal is extremely undesirable for her because of pain, everything else welcomes, loves to fuck and suck, takes cum in her mouth and swallows, does not consider the absence of rubber bands as intima to be a hindrance, she guarantees her own health. But there is a time limit. She does not have a husband and children, but she lives with an old and sick disabled father, who needs to be fed and given medicines three times a day. Therefore, the night disappears, and meetings in the daytime must be calculated so that she can go home for dinner or for dinner, depending on whether we will meet in the morning or in the afternoon. Therefore, by the way, she cannot get a job at all, after the recent dismissal due to the closure of a factory not far from the house where Larisa worked as a cook in the dining room.
July 2014 came, the plane took off at the appointed time and landed, the most pressing business and amorous issues were resolved within a few days, and I phoned Lary and set her a date for the next day at two o'clock in the afternoon. At the exit of the subway it was crowded, gliding at the other waiters, I thought that, according to my habit, I had an early date, and took out the phone to find out how soon she would arrive. And turning in the other direction, I suddenly saw that a modestly dressed, black-haired and black-eyed woman of about age 40, standing a little way off, smiled at me and slightly waved her hand in which the ringing phone was clamped. Larry was not only the first to go on a date, she was also the first to recognize me. I clicked off on my mobile and went to her.
Finding out that she managed to feed her father, but she didn’t really have lunch, I offered to choose either to go to a cafe, or to buy food and a snack in the room. Lari preferred the second. It is noteworthy that the store tried to slow down my encroachments to buy all the yummy that fell into my eyes, to put it quietly, that's enough, why take one or the other, don't show off, you still have to live in Moscow for a whole month. And so, with those or other variations - all those four times that we met during that trip. And when you first visited the store, here's what surprised you:
- Not hard? Let me carry it, ”suggested carefully at the exit.
- What more! - I snorted and took the bag out of harm's way with my other hand. Larry took my arm when they reached the corner of the building, pulled her sleeve a little, supposedly bend down, say something in my ear, and when I leaned in, she whispered trustingly:
- One hundred years did not go shopping with a man. It seemed to me, or really everyone was looking at us?
“We need them very much,” I said dismissing, “and they don’t really care about us either,” and pressed the doorphone button (the mini-hotel was located on the top floor of a typical residential high-rise building), we arrived at the scene.
And before turning to sex, I want to outline another episode, which I mentioned a couple of times in the comments, as a characteristic stroke in the image of the heroine. It is clear that any sane person, who agrees to visit a man on the day of a real acquaintance, is tormented by doubts, but suddenly he is a criminal or a maniac, suddenly he will rob or kill me. And to the best of its forethought takes some precautions. Who tells her friends or other trusted persons the car’s number or phone number of the boyfriend, who calls herself or asks her to call at the appointed time, and if something goes wrong, raise an alarm. I came across a similar one more than once, it is justified and reasonable, and therefore, after the first day of the first day, Larry called a friend and looked at me sidelongly, said that everything was good and normal, and in the evening I smiled and encouraged me , yes, you do everything right, do not be shy, how many cases can there be in life?
“Yes,” Lari picked up eagerly, “I even put a photocopy of my passport on purpose in my purse. Suddenly, I think, such a bastard will fall, kill and so disfigure that it will be impossible to find out. Let me be recognized by my passport.
- Why a photocopy, why not the passport?
- Why, I thought, the criminal can take the passport and take a photocopy of it.
Candidates in Psychology and Psychology can start their favorite occupation - searching for cockroaches in the female brains of DD-shnyh heroines, and invite other readers to familiarize myself with typical and atypical fragments of my intimacy with Lari.
The sexual component of these four meetings was also similar to each other, if not as four drops of water, then as four frames, taken at the minimum interval and change of disposition. I will tell about the differences that I remembered below separately, but our main actions in bed and on the way looked like this.
Having lit the worm and smoked, I sat down close to it and began to pester. Lari tried to play for a short while, but after the first kiss, the first trops for the chest and the ass, the first fumble of my cock under the pants gave up at the mercy of the winner. We undressed, actively helping each other, quickly visited the shower and went to bed. Lari did not lie, saying that she loves to suck and fuck. Is that not clarified that the first more. Or, I admit, having caught in my behavior (and starting from the second meeting, having received information from my stories along the way) that I like oral sex more, I adjusted my behavior to my preferences. She sucked long and willingly, changing poses and speed, depth and pace, she paid attention not only to the head and trunk, but to the scrotum and surroundings, and it was obvious how she liked my reaction, how she tried to appease me to the maximum. And sometimes confusion suddenly broke through: stumbling on my ..
Her eyes glowing with passion, she hid her eyes, turned away as far as her posture allowed, or blocked herself with her hand, without interrupting, however, the process of class suction. But that's it that sometimes, occasionally. Much more often the reaction to my lust was her encouraging smile, nod of the head, they say, yes, I see how pleasant it is for you and I will definitely continue the same and even better.
Then there was sex. Classic vaginal, as promised, without gum. Sometimes in the pose "I am on it", but more often with cancer. It was incredibly pleasant to fuck her in the knee-elbow position, to stroke her back, sides, thighs, rather lush enough, despite her average build, with a white pope, feel the velvet of her skin with her fingertips, listen to her moaning, feel the vagina moisturize, gaze lustingly on the small hole of the anus and in passing caress him. Further, depending on the mood and specifics, it could be different. There could have been a “masculine pause”, that is, I slowed down the frictions, pulled out a member, lay down next to it, and we continued to talk on an interrupted topic, or start a new one. They could sit down at the table again, drink some water or taste sweets, drink another glass of vodka or a glass of wine, have a snack or smoke. Could rinse in the shower, turn on the TV in the mood, and after a while turn it off again. This is if I did not want to finish.
And if he wanted, then again, without the slightest objection, going towards me in any acceptable way, obeying words or gestures, Larisa turned around (or laid me on my back, refining myself in my legs), took in my mouth and exhausted to the end: quickly, skillfully, actively, with sound accompaniment, increasing the degree of my lust and naturally bringing to the highest pleasure. And, by the way, a couple of times the visits were without penetration sex. Prelude, oral caress, pause, again blowjob, pause, fuck in the mouth, cum. Again, neither in a word, nor a gesture, nor a half-hint Lari did not let me understand that she did not like such a development of events, and she wanted to not only suck, but also to fuck.
So I hear the angry cries of readers: what are you, DD, completely forgotten about a woman? Only for your pleasure chasing? And where is her orgasm? Or, at least, your efforts in this direction?
I explain. Even before the first sex, we agreed with her that we would be frank with each other, and if the partner does something wrong, we will not hesitate to voice it, because telepathy is not trained. In fact, it saved her from the need to simulate an orgasm, and me - from the attendant doubts, really finished or not, because for the real pleasantness of the process for her there was no doubt, and her behavioral reaction, and the response of the body, but it was clear that having reached a certain point, its excitement does not increase further and does not break through with an orgasm. On the day of our first meeting, similar to her blowjob, I licked her long and eagerly. I could feel her giving in with the pelvis, the elasticity of the clitoris and the seductive softness of the folds of pussy, the smell of the female nature, the taste of the lubricant and how her fingers gratefully stroked my bald head. Later, Larry admitted that she was on the verge of temptation to imitate an orgasm in order to thank me for trying to deliver it. And later, oral sex was not always one-sided, especially before the actual sex, I was greatly turned on by the pose 69, and I received full pleasure and caressing her tongue, and feeling the true thrill of her tender lips on my penis.
And only in the middle of the second meeting, perhaps, so as not to torment me and myself, after my urgent questions and clarifications, Larry revealed the secret of what needs to be done to bring it to orgasm. Having stipulated that I would make only one attempt (not only on this day, but also if I didn’t change my mind to meet again, there was plenty of time before my departure, and Larry understood very well that I wouldn’t leave her until I could really see). erotic stories Regardless of whether this attempt is successful or not. Because, firstly, success is not always crowned by these attempts, and secondly, a bright flash of orgasm lasts a few seconds, and the aching pain and discomfort bother you for several days. So, on the one hand, it looks like a game of game is not worth it, but on the other hand, she hasn't been with a man for a hundred years (her words!) (In fact, the last random sex was half a year like, and with the last constant lover she broke up the year more than once, and after a couple of months, she got herself a profile on Mamba), and since he was not a one-time fleeting partner, she would like to remember the forgotten feelings. In general, look, DD, if you have not changed your mind, then do so ...
It was not a secret for me that some women know how to finish including caressing the chest, without touching the genitals. Therefore, I listened to the initial instructions with a condescending smile. And then it was no time for laughter. In order for Larisa to finish, it was necessary not only to caress, but practically to torture her breasts. Not on the verge, but beyond the pain. Biting, pinching, scratching, squeezing with full force and frantically twisting the nipples. Against the background of her cries, sobs, very remotely resembling moans of pleasure. But both times, when I thought that I had gone too far in my efforts, I pulled away, she was unusual for a woman with strength and speed to pull my head to her long-suffering people, and substituted them for further mockery ... with all my tolerance for other people's preferences it is difficult to call it any other way. I think only sadist-punishers could feel pleasure from such perversions ... but my sambo wrestler-masochist nevertheless achieved hers. True, it was scary to look at her breasts, a thought flashed that if it was such a clever layout, now the cops will rush into the room and arrest me for causing bodily harm, and this piercing cry, which marks the long-awaited orgasm, can be a signal for them and involuntary writhing of the Larkic body on the bed.
And again, it is noteworthy that when she came to herself and saw me sitting with a funeral mug and looking in horror at the work of her “fangs and claws”, Larry first of all reared and sympathized with me:
- Poor, tired, right? Why so gloomy? I told you, better not. All right, we will no longer be sorry, please! Yes, do not frown, everything is fine, though, and not that happened! - I wanted to press my head to my chest, I dodged, but could not help but admit in my heart that in her intonations, not only humility and submission, but also pleasure with herself, had finally been cut for having achieved the desired. And as a summary, it means that I did the right thing, not refusing to please her, even if it went against my ideas how it should look like.
The obedience and courtesy of Lari, the desire to please me in everything, her sincere admiration for everything that I told about myself and what she learned about me from my book, suggested that she was not Russian and not Muscovite, but a native of those places where this reverence and desire to please a man are laid genetically and absorbed with mother's milk. In favor of this assumption, there were also those facts that both her husbands (the first official, and the second for many years civil) and several other men with a shorter length of time were representatives of southeastern nationalities, and Larry, in general, was aware of all traditions and ways observed in the families of the respective regions, both sexually and in terms of life. But when I voiced my guesses and expressed my intention to find out the true truth, Larry didn’t confirm them and even indignantly:
- What are you, DD, do not you believe me? I would never allow myself to lie to a man. Here, look, - and got that copy of the passport out of my purse. - Read, read, I have nothing to hide, I am Russian and was born in Moscow.
And yes! The surname and patronymic is the most that Russians are, and the international name Larissa, common throughout the CIS and immortalized in the works of Russian classics, could not be proof of the opposite.
The circumstances of my stay in Moscow were such that at some point it seemed to me that everything was done, it was time to leave and, accordingly, during the third meeting with Larry, I announced this to her and handed over a small gift to the memory. How she was touched and how embarrassing I was to listen to a bunch of thanks was a separate song. And when it turned out a little later that there was still a few days left, Larry, by hook or by crook, achieved the fourth meeting. “By hook or by crook” is such a literary turn, don’t think that I’m tired of it, on the contrary, as soon as I had several free hours, I gladly took the chance to see such a devoted friend once again, to feel like a conqueror of the Universe under her adoring eyes and enjoy her skillful mouth. Almost the fifth happened in the format of ZHMZH with Lilith the Cat, but Larry’s annoying mistake (and maybe a conscious jamb, so as not to share with the other, but don’t bluntly rebuke, I can’t say for sure) prevented it.
So here. About the fourth and last meeting with Lari. What struck me and touched to the depths of the soul. It was humanly understandable why she was seeking him. In order not to lose face and respond to my gift. She made it. With all the limitations of their finances, because for a few months they lived with his father for his retirement, she did not have other incomes, she did not have much savings, as I understood. The most amazing, gifts were not meant for me. My wife and my children. Well, children, it was souvenir notebooks (hehe, and Larry and I also laughed at this subject) with views of some foreign sights that Larry and her civil husband visited during their holidays in the past prosperous years. And what about my wife? Such acquisitions, of a rather delicate nature, also not for their own needs, but as a gift to her, did not at all correspond to our well-established family traditions: who, what and when and to whom buys. The decision came later, but at that moment I simply could not refuse Lari: with such a prayer her eyes looked and with such joy her eyes lit up when she realized that I had not rejected her gifts.
Thank you, dear Lari, for everything! And be happy!
PS In the story, the point here directly begs, and I put it. And if readers will be interested in how Larry’s life was going on, I’ll answer in the comments.