Two Stories in a Train Compartment
An HR manager is an HR manager even in Africa. That's how you could rephrase the famous saying in relation to my Pavel Ivanovich. Why 'my' when he's married? Well, as the famous joke goes—'I have wonderful relationships with two men, both are married, one of them is to me.' Yes, you guessed it—Pavel Ivanovich is my lover, and has been for a long time; we've been 'friends' since the tenth grade, as we told our parents. And the fact that he's now married to someone else—maybe that's a plus, and a big one.
Women will understand me immediately—our meetings are intense, and when he goes off on a business trip somewhere, he can easily
arrange a business trip for me too, since I also work in the MVD system, and even in the same district. So we don't just have intense sex, but also an interesting relationship; he's a wonderful conversationalist, knows how to listen to me, to my feminine complaints, and after the constant 'sawmill' that is his wife, being with me is simply heaven for him, as he puts it.In mid-June, Pavel called me and suggested going to Crimea—he has a voucher for two to a departmental sanatorium, and his wife categorically refuses to go—she's currently in the middle of a series of rejuvenating sessions at a beauty salon. So it just worked out that way, or maybe Pavel planned it—he is an HR manager after all, the deputy head of the personnel department of the MVD for our administrative district. Well, I agreed easily and will go, as my husband says—'for a fool, even vinegar is sweet,' and here, since there's a free voucher to an MVD sanatorium—it would be a sin not to agree!
And in a separate two-berth 'SV' train compartment, it would simply be a sin not to engage in some sweet innovations! But, like all men, Pavel is ready to go boldly once, and then it's either eat or sleep. I can sleep at home, so after raising his not-at-all-formidable member with the help of my, as my formidable lover says, 'incredibly sweet mouth and playful little tongue,' I finally got the pleasure of an orgasm. Because men are like that—he comes and that's it, 'finita la commedia.' And then it's up to you, madam!
And since I was now basking in the bliss of pleasure, I demanded to 'entertain the lady,' meaning to tell unusual or simply interesting stories from his vast experience. Otherwise, if I get bored, as I transparently hinted, then he'll be bored too—a refusal of the sweetest thing. He didn't come to the sanatorium for medical procedures, but for my 'procedures,' the procedures of my Tanechka, as he grandiloquently reacts to my words. And it worked—Pavel came up with two unusual stories from his extensive life's work in the personnel department. And what twists doesn't our life write! Especially in Moscow—this city is simply a state within a state! Well then, I'm listening to my 'Scheherazade'...
Story one. They were once investigating the sudden death of a man in a small town near Moscow. And when the local Sherlock Holmeses opened his documents, they immediately called us at the department—he turned out to be a resident of the capital, a major, but holding a colonel's position, and even in the MVD headquarters. So, along with the local operatives, our team of investigators, which I formed, also arrived for the investigation.
Accordingly, the first report came to me. It turned out that this major was, as they say, a rising star, a protégé of our general, quite 'packaged,' but he constantly spent his vacations and weekends in this provincial town near Moscow. And there were several reasons for that! There's the air, clean to the point of indecency due to the lack of industry; clean, even rather pristine compared to the capital's, water in a small river with excellent fishing; evening provincial silence that practically presses on your ears after the wild, constant decibel-level noise of the big city. He rested wonderfully here after the harsh, tense weekdays of capital service with constant stress and colleagues backstabbing. Simply wonderful rest—just envy!
And then there was this pleasant nonsense for an adult man—an eighteen-year-old student girl fell in love with him. And he naturally responded appropriately to her clumsy flirtations. Well, how could she resist his courtship—they were simply drawn to each other. And the major was up to the mark—a sporty-looking man who appeared younger, expensive gifts, help with paying for her studies at the local university, help, of course, in monetary terms, beautiful seduction of a young girl who was already in love with him anyway, and who had already not been a virgin for a year.
All this contributed to wonderful leisure time on weekends and during the major's vacation. Beautiful daytime walks on a boat along the river or by car out of town, trips for 'fishing,' wonderful nights in bed next to the tight, hot body of a young beauty-student. And this cunning bribe-taker and skilled specialist in 'underhanded battles' even took the girl to the capital and showed her a prestigious university—he could easily arrange her transfer from a provincial to a capital university. The thing is, the vice-rector was in his debt after he saved his good-for-nothing son; accordingly, next year she could be studying in the capital. The question of payment—that's not a question at all!
So now the bright young beauty was trying her best to please the amorous major—he listened with unwavering attention to the joys of oral and anal sex, getting incredible pleasure from her not entirely skillful, but such vivid escapades! The major was simply getting younger before everyone's eyes, feeling wonderful, and on weekdays worked for two—friends were already quite seriously congratulating him on his promotion, and subordinates fawned with delight and constantly gave him gifts in hopes of their own career advancement.
Of course, everyone clearly guessed that the major had a wonderful mistress in the province and that's why he was constantly in an excellent mood. And why not—the plump lips of the young wanton girl and her wonderful, firm butt wildly excited the major just by their sight, so, despite his age, his erection was at the proper level. Well, finally the major decided to answer his colleagues' questions and invited them to his small house on the outskirts, bought on a whim—a wonderful party with 'smart' wives and 'good' girlfriends was expected.
But the colleagues who arrived at his invitation to the major's large, cozy house, expecting the joys of destroying kebabs and drinks, were simply in shock—their boss lay lifeless, and large butterflies of various sizes and simply incredible colors were fluttering and crawling around the rooms. As it turned out, the dashing handsome major had absolutely no idea and didn't even suspect that he had a wild allergy to the pollen of these bright lepidopteran creatures. That was the trendy surprise—a beautiful box is delivered by courier to the birthday boy, he opens it, and a salute of butterflies flies out!
But the main thing came later—after questioning local residents and identification, everyone was in shock—a young, stunning beauty was thrashing about in wild hysterics by the major's body. The local operatives and the major's colleagues from the department were in the dark and even in hysterics—what would happen? After conducting examinations and DNA tests, everyone departed for the capital, and a week later there was a meeting with the general—the head of the department—on this matter. He was also in mild shock—the major was his protégé and main workhorse, and then the experts announced such a 'gift'! The department employees experienced the same shock, although they had seen a lot in their lives.
As it turned out, the young beauty and the major's secret lover, whom he wanted to show to his colleagues and whom he wanted to place in a capital university, this bright lovely Angelica—she unexpectedly turned out to be the major's daughter! This was confirmed by her mother, who recognized in the major that young lieutenant with whom she had a stormy romance right after the graduation party. After a couple of months of bright passion, the girl realized she was 'knocked up,' which she told her vis-à-vis, wanting to become not just his girlfriend, but a married woman.
But the cunning seducer wisely, as he thought, disappeared from her field of vision, leaving her with the gift of a daughter, born in due time. This lady, who had preserved remnants of her former beauty, had long been married, but recognized her seducer immediately and told her story. Perhaps the call of blood threw these two different people, who didn't know each other, but were first-degree blood relatives, into each other's arms. The ways of the Lord are inscrutable—and so they fell in love with each other!
While I was recovering from such an incredible story, Pavel took advantage of this again, comfortably settling between my legs and giving me excellent cunnilingus—his member seems to have gone on 'strike.' Well, okay—tomorrow will be a new day and a new night, and I'll hold an 'inspection' for this scoundrel! And I'm waiting for the second story tomorrow! With repeated sex, I'm still waiting for Pavel to ask for both anal and oral options. But everything is 'dragging on'! What kind of men have we got these days!