I don’t know who well remembers all three parts of “Non-Competitive Pale”, who will follow the link (set the search) and read for the first time (refresh in memory), but for an approximate presentation of the situation I must say the following. I met Ira on the Mamba website in the fall of 2009. After one and a half or two months of correspondence, we were able to meet for the first time, and, surprisingly, not during my trip to Emsk, and Ira herself came to me in Ensk, finding a free day in her busy working schedule just before New Year, 2010.
Two or three years after that, our communication on the dating site was quite intense, she talked about the ups and downs of her personal life, was interested in my regular friends, well, everything different, not necessarily sexual, also flashed in our conversations. Several times we tried to set a day and time to meet again, but, alas, Irkina’s employment in two jobs was such that I began to jokingly call her “Comrade Minister”, although the positions she occupied were as far as possible from the ministerial ones.
Then, in the next two or three years, thanks to the widespread spread of Ineta, the number of my trips to Ems dramatically decreased. There was no progress in the personal life of Ira: she had been in love with her boss for many years, had an intimate relationship with him (even his marriage did not prevent them from being lovers, which is why Ira experienced much in her time) Definitely she did not shine either the role of the beloved, or the status of the spouse. And gradually, our virtual communication from long conversations, sincere and sexual, was reduced to brief congratulations on official and personal occasions.
And so, January 2016 came, and I had a rare occasion to visit Ems, with the opportunity to devote time not only to business, but also to personal requests. Even on December 31, congratulating Ira on the phone, I told her about it, they say, on such and such days of the January holidays I will be in Emsk, whether your employment, comrade minister, at least on public holidays, will be less exhausting and will allow us to see ? As usual, if the date of the proposed meeting defended from the date of the conversation for more than 3-4 days, Ira replied that she is not against it, but the schedules and shifts are constantly shuffled, especially the series of holidays has gone, now she can’t say anything exact. and closer to the day of the trip, if they can, call and inform. This was not the first such conversation in the past six years after our first (and at that time the only) real meeting, and the pattern manifested itself clearly: Ira never called back, and when I called for final clarification, I regretted that "Work can not rest" comma stands after the first word.
Assuming that the exceptions to the rule would not happen this time, I phoned another friend, she was fully fit for her vacation day, she knew for sure that this day was not working and would not be busy, agreed with her time for lunch. " Keeping in mind that she is a divorced lady, and the children are old enough, and they can be safely left alone for the night, we didn’t rule out spending the night together with her, we often slept with each other not only in the figurative, but literal sense of the word.
And now, on January 8 or 9 or 10 (I don’t remember the exact date, but after Christmas and before the beginning of the working week), around noon, having managed to solve business issues in the morning on arrival in Ems, I wander around the supermarket and put different products and drinks in a basket , as “Dziyin”, ringing my mobile.
- Hello?
- Prrryvet, DD! - this is Ira's branded chip, saying “hello” with rolling “p” and “s” instead of “i”. Whether my accent parodies, or something else.
- Irusik, big hello! Glad to hear that! If you call, comrade minister, does it mean that the stars have lain right, and today you are free?
- Yeah, I guess! - Irina says with such a satisfied intonation and desire for a long-awaited meeting that all doubts about previous failures, whether they were random coincidences or fingering, disappear completely.
- Great, let's do it like this ... - the first thought when she called was to wrap back into the hall (I almost already had cash desks), to add something else to my purchases, but I liked the second thought more, - at 7 pm Entering a restaurant on a certain street. You know, no? Even if not, take a taxi, I will meet.
- Well, come on! - replies Ira easily. - If anything, call me in touch.
- Yeah, well, see you, bye!
When I got to the apartment and unloaded my purchases, I quickly went to the restaurant next door, made sure that they didn’t expect any banquets for today, booked a separate room for 19–00, and returned to my room, to wait for a friend with whom there was an agreement to “after lunch. " She arrived, as usual, almost without delay, a few minutes past two. Embraced, kissed, sat down at the table, chatted about that, about this, had sex, then a smoke break, talked again and then again found themselves in bed. Everything is as usual, everything is as usual, I will tell the readers in detail when an instruction from the muse comes about it, but I would like to highlight two points.
First, my friend and I helped each other, not only with personal pleasure, but also in the professional aspect. She received a task just to interview passers-by on the street, what they think about the current issues of urban utilities. Although the winter in our area and warm, but once again did not want to go out on the street, and we, creatively reworking the task, implemented it. Allegedly, the journalist knocked at a random apartment, was invited to a cup of tea, asked her questions and received answers ... well, and the second part of the interview, as we joked with her later, will be shown by German porn channels.
Secondly, she is not just a friend to me, but from specially trusted ones. Knowing about the notebook and erosyty, other girlfriends and published books. Accordingly, it was not difficult for her to split what plans I had for the evening and with whom the “continuation of the feast” would take place. A woman is a woman, I had fears that a flash of jealousy or resentment would follow. But no, she was on top, reacted with humor, and recalling the details of “Non-Competitive Pale” - and with sympathy. After six hours I reminded me several times, let's get ready, look, don't be late, it's almost seven, you have to go, although it’s five minutes before the restaurant.
And so, I come up to about five minutes to seven minutes to the restaurant, with the thought that Ira is about to arrive, and for the first second I do not even pay attention to the girl standing at the entrance. Then I throw my head up again and ... op-pa!
How she has changed! And unconditionally - in a positive way. With a kind and slightly podachivayuschaya smile (after all, my emotions reflected on the face) looked at me if not super beauty, but definitely - a pretty and attractive person. The wardrobe has changed, the hairstyle has changed, the roundness of the figure has changed, the behavior has changed ... the girl from the past story, stuck in adolescence, gloomy and gloomy, fighting with the whole world, not expecting anything good from life and surroundings, has become a young charming woman. And even my compliments to this amazing metamorphosis were taken for granted, without much confusion.
Hugs, kisses, sincere greetings ...
and muddled questions, called upon to fill in a few seconds the lack of personal contact for several years, vain, but touching ... In general, we go to a restaurant, hand in outerwear to the wardrobe, Ira’s appearance is already expected, especially in terms of ring-earrings and befitting time and place of cosmetics, with which she completely neglected six years ago. And the fact that all of a sudden my captain’s acquaintances from a higher-level office (I wouldn’t recognize them, they suddenly called me, noted a mini-team, four young men and two girls) in the lobby, theoretically to bring me to thoughts about possible fainting (they suddenly talk to colleagues or management who know me well, they say, they saw it at holidays in the DD restaurant with a young girl who was clearly not his wife), on the contrary, uplifting me (like, you know, boys, there is still powder in DD and my companion is not at all tired drank yours). Stolen from the site PornoRasskazy. com Ira is up to the mark again: she is not embarrassed, not embarrassed, smiles at them with dignity and endurance, nods in response to congratulations, wishes you a pleasant evening, and holding your hands, follow the warning waiter to the ordered office.
But in matters of ordering food and drinks, Irkin’s choice shows that she remains her shirt-boyfriend, and that makes me happy. Salads, pickles, potatoes with pork, a decanter of vodka and no frills with Moselle 76th year, the more the harvest on the left bank beat by hail. We sit in a cozy office, talk mentally to the barely audible sounds of music, tell us who had something new and interesting lately, and wait until our order is brought. The restaurant was good for everyone, it seemed that a simple order was brought in about thirty minutes, if not more. And in these half an hour there was another such incident ...
It takes about 10 or 15 minutes for the waiter, but more aspirations, empty-handed. He comes up to me, leans over and says quietly:
- You are asked to go out!
- What? - I'm surprised. - Who?
- A woman is alone, for a minute asks to go out, she wants to tell you something.
“Tell me, let her come here herself,” I shrug my shoulders, look at Ira, she, of course, tries to play indifference, but the curiosity of women has no limits (sometimes even to her own detriment), her passion is how you want to know who this person is disrupt our privacy.
The waiter comes out, after a few seconds comes in again.
- You are DD Batkovich?
- Yes.
- She asks you to leave for a minute, she stands near the wardrobe, she cannot come here. Apologizes for disturbing, but strongly requests, please!
Damn it, so who is this? I have not a single thought in my head about this mysterious stranger's candidacy. especially for sexytal.com. If she is jealous of herself, she carried out a special operation and traced me almost red-handed, why doesn’t she go herself, do not arrange scenes and scandals? If he wants to see me exclusively for business purposes (I try to remember who is the head of the department of those boys and girls I encountered at the entrance, and how important an issue can be to try to solve it without waiting for the early start of working days), then why shy to come in? Nowhere to go, I apologize to Ira and go out.
In front of the wardrobe, in upset feelings, tossing between laughter and crying, there is that very true friend of mine, with whom we broke up half an hour ago, with whom I had sex and gave an interview just on the eve of leaving the apartment. She rushes to me:
- DD, sorry, please! Well, I’m so stupid, such a bungler, forgive me, please, I didn’t want to disturb you, but something must be done, the further, the worse.
- What happened, then?
It turns out that she had forgotten her phone from me. A tripod, a camera and other professional gadgets have not forgotten, while I was hurrying to get ready, and the phone was forgotten. I discovered when I left the store and was about to call a taxi.
- Similar to me? Maybe dropped somewhere.
- No, DD, you, for sure.
- Well, then ran.
Without even taking a jacket from the wardrobe, I follow a quick step to the apartment, the benefit is very close. A girlfriend is mincing nearby, trying to justify herself, although I don’t blame her, well, sometimes, what can I do?
“Why didn't I come in?” What did not change her mind. And that your Ira scandal me roll. And that you're angry with me, like, out of curiosity, came to a restaurant, to stare at a rival. And how can I know in which office you are sitting. Well, I was able to describe you to the waiter, he immediately understood who he was talking about. Do not be angry, please, I'm not on purpose.
- Oh, stop it, I'm not angry. It's good that I mentioned where I was going in the evening, and you remembered, otherwise I would have to guard when we return.
The phone really lay on the table, a friend quickly threw it into her purse, smacked me on the cheek and fluttered to my parting words: “if you have forgotten something, you will have to come at night and join us in the third, so know.”
Ira, I told you so. As a wandering journalist approached me on the street, started asking different questions, I invited her to me, gave me tea, gave an interview, and as she left, enchanted by the gallant interlocutor, she forgot the phone on the table. Believe it or not, I can not know, nodded, smiled, passed. It was just brought hot, and dinner began.
Further, until the end of the dinner and our walk through the night Emsk before returning to the apartment, there were no surprises. Ira spoke about her life, official and personal. In the cafe, it no longer works, only at a gas station, but not as a pistol gun in the street, but as an operator in the room. Relationship with the owner (the owner of not only this, but also a number of other gas stations) is stable and regular, occasionally, once or twice a year, it responds to the aspirations of the Mambov boyfriends, but has not gained anyone yet who could be called a lover or a friend. Goes to fitness, was fond of riding a bike (even showed me a scar below the elbow), was in the summer at sea. She wonders if she should give birth to a chef, and if so, then she explicitly said and having received his consent, or having flown under the sly. From this thought, I tried to dissuade her, agreed that there was still time, and closer to 35 years (at that time she was 32), it would be possible to think about this topic again.
And during the walk I was pleased to see the interested views of young people turned to my companion, and I was amused by the bewilderment that was read in their eyes, why would this old bald fat man accompany her?
Special surprises were not in the apartment. I already knew that Ira has critical days, and I only have a blowjob. True, being aware that she practices anal with her beloved boss almost as often as vaginal (but still screamed in the first place), she hoped that I would be able to test her back hole. She did not refuse directly, that is, if I began to insist, I would certainly agree. But I felt that I didn’t want her that way, whether she’s shy in moral terms, or she would be uncomfortable in her physical.
They drank tea, watched another series of a Russian TV series on TV, turned off the light, went to bed under the flicker of the “box” (Ira still remained his big fan, even a movie, even a talk show or news, but the TV should be turned on ). They kissed, shoved, the girl was just as pleasant to the taste and smell, to the ear and to the touch, as six years ago. Her nipples stuck up from my kisses and bites, I thought that even a little bit, and having changed the decision, Irka would get up with cancer, lower her panties and say: “To hell with you, fuck me in the ass”, but alas ... At some point, apparently realizing how the rear bastions were close to falling, Ira drew herself from under my hands and lips, leaned down on the dick, took it in her mouth and began to suck it off: quickly, skillfully, carefully.
Flashes of screen flickering rushed through the walls of the room, the sound muffled until it stops did not distract attention, I lay and baldel, taking the caress of my tender friend and feeling every cell of my body, no, not violent passion and fierce lust, but calm peace and happy bliss. And by the very wonderful process - she sucked cool; and the fact that after many years we managed to meet with Ira, and in fact state: we are still close and desired for each other.
A spring loaded into a tight knot buzz with incredible speed straightens - splash, shudder, bliss. And after a few moments of unconsciousness - Irkina's head is on my chest, her contented, slightly mocking, gaze and confident in answering the question:
- Good?
- Good very good! Well done, Irusik!
I really wanted Ira to spend the night, but closer to midnight, she still called a taxi, not wanting to leave her mother nervous in solitude. But some shyness she still has ... it's when I almost forcefully shove her a gift and give money for a taxi.
- Oh, DD, is it necessary? Well, really I myself can not pay?
- Everything is normal, do not worry and do not argue with me. Well, when is the next time?
When? Yes, all the same. When the free time of the extremely busy working schedule of Comrade Minister miraculously coincides with the visits to Emsk of Comrade DD, which are extremely rare in recent years. In 2016–18, they tried 2–3 times, the last attempt was quite recently, in November of this year it did not work. Well, let's wait for the New Year holidays in 2019. Perhaps it will!