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Our town is small, and I know a lot of people. It often happens that you're walking home, run into friends, and then you're gone for a couple of days. This time was no exception—it just had to happen—I ran into old friends Yura and his wife Olga. They were celebrating something at a cafe with friends and stepped outside just as I was passing by. Well, that was it; I didn't need to go anywhere anymore. I was on a bender. First, we hung out at the cafe, and when it closed, Olga suggested going to her place to continue. My soul had just turned toward home, but I didn't feel like going, so I agreed. The group was small but fun—Sergei and his wife Sveta also decided to join us. While we were getting ready and waiting for a taxi, Olga managed
to have a fight with Yura, and he disappeared somewhere. So, the plan changed regarding the destination but not the intentions; we went to Sergei and Sveta's place. On the way, we stocked up on what we needed to continue the feast. Once we arrived, we settled in the kitchen and continued drinking and chatting with Sergei. The girls didn't really join us much; they were discussing something of their own. After sitting for a bit, Olga and I went out to the balcony for some air. She started complaining about Yura, saying he had been arguing with her a lot lately, and it might even lead to a divorce. I tried to calm her down, saying everything would work out. When we went back to the kitchen, I saw that Sergei had passed out and was already asleep sitting on a chair. I realized it was time to wrap things up and asked Olga to make me some strong tea, while I helped Sveta get Sergei to bed. Coming back to the kitchen waiting for the tea, Olga unexpectedly offered to give me a massage. She was planning to work as a masseuse and wanted to practice on me. The offer was, of course, strange, but I agreed, clarifying that it was okay if Sveta didn't mind. Sveta laughed and said she didn't mind because Olga had already offered to practice on her too. Stripping down to the waist, I lay down on the unfolded sofa. The aspiring masseuse stood at the edge, rubbed cream on me, and started kneading my back. Her hands were strong, and sometimes it hurt, so I groaned and protested. After about twenty minutes, Sveta came in and started laughing, commenting on the process. Suddenly, Olya said she urgently needed to go powder her nose and asked Sveta to finish the massage for me. She agreed, but instead of standing by the sofa, she sat on my thighs and started stroking my thoroughly kneaded back. Her hands were soft, and her touch felt pleasant. She was stroking my back with a certain tenderness, and I didn't even realize when I started wanting her as a woman. What happened next felt like a dream. First, everything around me disappeared, leaving only the desire to possess her. I abruptly flipped onto my back, pulled her close, and kissed her lips passionately. She didn't expect this turn of events and froze slightly but didn't pull away. After a minute, she started responding to my kisses. She was in a robe, and I began caressing her breasts and thighs without stopping kissing her. My cock was straining to break free. Turning her under me, I only broke away from her lips to bury my face in her breasts, licking and kissing her hardened nipples. I was lying between her spread legs, and turning to the side, I pulled off her panties in one motion and freed my cock. Finding the entrance to her vagina with my hand, I thrust into her completely and started driving my cock into her again and again. My buttocks rose and slapped down between her widely spread legs; I didn't stop caressing her breasts and showering her with kisses. At that moment, I couldn't hear or see anything around me, and I don't know how long it lasted. Drenched in sweat, feeling the orgasm approaching, I thrust into her fully and began filling her vagina with my cum. Gradually, with the last spurts of my semen, the world around us started to return. Sveta lay beneath me, her arms wrapped around me. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from my kisses, and a hickey was reddening on her neck. Slipping out from under me, she ran to the bathroom. After catching my breath and getting dressed, I went out to the kitchen. Olga was sitting at the table with a cup of cold tea, her eyes as round as the cup. The only thing she said was, "Fuck, you guys have really lost it." I took the cup from her hands, took a sip of tea, and without saying goodbye, walked out onto the street. As I walked through the night, the fresh air brought me to my senses, and the first question I asked myself was, "What the hell was that?" And I think at least two other people were asking themselves the same thing at that moment. By the way, Sveta and I crossed paths one more time, but that's another story.