Tatiana's Unusual Trip
Two whole months had passed since Tatyana Vyacheslavovna's bachelorette party, and now—friends were meeting again! The company was exactly the same as at her bachelorette, except today there were only two of the young "fillies," as my friend Elena Alexandrovna teases them. By the way, she says the accountant girls aren't that young anymore, they're already 25, though they do look very young, of course, and they're always in their super-minis, so I can perfectly see the color of their panties, plus modern makeup.
Well, the third one isn't here for a completely prosaic reason—she and her boyfriend overdid it a bit two months ago in the sauna—now they're submitting
applications to the registry office—Violetta categorically refused to have an abortion. And rightly so, the demographics in the country aren't great anyway, and a baby should be born in wedlock. With Tatyana Vyacheslavovna, this option is simpler—as Lenochka transparently hinted to me, smiling slyly, saying, well, you, Alexey Ivanovich, tried your best, as Tatyana joked—you poured enough into her for two daughters at once. And who will pick up mommy from the maternity hospital with the second baby—daddy or husband? What cunning, mischievous creatures, laughing all over the office, they find it funny.At the persistent request of the workers, as Elena jokes, tenderly kissing Tatyana, and both "fillies" are asking her too, constantly showing me their beautiful legs, open up to their panties—are they seducing me, or what? Our wonderful Tatyana Vyacheslavovna decided to satisfy our requests and tell us a little about her trip to the village to her mommy, as the doctors strongly advised her—to eat homemade food and breathe clean air without smog. The baby will be healthier! This is especially important in the first three months of pregnancy!
— ...The first month of my pregnancy passed—flew by for me quite easily, maybe because it was my second pregnancy. But what pleased me most was that my second husband, Pavel Ivanovich, and his son Igoryok, a tall guy of 18, were incredibly happy about it. And their attitude towards my pregnancy surprised and delighted me, perhaps that also helped me, because the moral atmosphere for a woman is also a great joy.
My Pasha, as I call him now, was not only delighted but considerate in every way—he fulfilled all my whims, spoiled me with money, was careful at night, so I was constantly in a wonderful mood. After all, he thinks it's his child, he's genuinely happy, even proud. And indeed—according to the passport, it will be his child! And I was constantly delighted! I even gave it to Igoryok a couple of times—the young Apollo was secretly in love with me, as he confessed.
It's funny, there are plenty of young, beautiful students at the university, but he "fell" for me. By the way, this won't be incest at all—after all, Igoryok is not my biological son or even my nephew, so ethically everything was fine too. And now Igor walks around with a happy face all the time, and he's started studying much better, passed all his tests at his university and cleared all his "tails" from the first year. So, after showing me his grade book, he got a "treat," happily finishing once inside me, and the second time—in my ass. Well, and after passing, and quite well, his second-year exams in June, he was "rewarded" again, getting a simply wonderful blowjob, as he enthusiastically claims. And then my ass, which he simply adores! And don't laugh, maybe I gave it to him five times, not two, who's counting! Alexey Ivanovich, later you'll spank these fillies on their firm asses! A couple of times!
Well, and then—on the last day of June, our chief accountant comes up to me and suggests I go on another vacation, and then take another month—to rest, visit mommy, constantly eat vegetables and fruits in the village, and in the fresh air, then my baby will be healthy as an ox. And he laughs! Well, the boss's suggestion is equivalent to an order—I immediately wrote an application. And indeed—I haven't been to my parents' in ages, and a rest wouldn't hurt, and to remove accumulated stress. There's just one nuance—you can only go in that direction by bus, but an eight-hour ride in the daytime heat—is not at all comme il faut, as my ex-husband always joked. And then Lenochka calls—there's a night bus in the right direction, an extra one, recently added, so lucky. At night it's much cooler, you'll sleep peacefully, and in the morning you'll already be there—just perfect, agree, Tatyana! And I, after thinking, went to buy tickets.
I lay down comfortably, stretched, and was just about to surrender to Morpheus's embrace when I saw brightly shining eyes in the semi-darkness of the bus cabin—a young lieutenant, who had recently graduated from his academy and was traveling to his place of service. As soon as we set off, he started treating all the passengers to champagne, asking them to toast his brand new golden shoulder straps with two modest, also golden stars, which everyone did with pleasure and wishes for a successful career for the young officer.
The bus driver just sighed loudly and licked his lips when a new bottle was opened—the whole cabin smelled of sparkling wine, first made in the province of Champagne. And why is he staring at me so intently, this young commander of our army? Although at the beginning of the journey he kissed my hands so passionately and gave me compliments—but he's about ten years younger than me! Well, well, let's see the actions of this clearly worthy grandson of the unforgettable Lieutenant Rzhevsky!
Hesitating a little, which was noticeable, the young officer got up and soon sat down by my outstretched legs. Well, of course—a starved young man dreaming of something? He started giving me wonderful compliments, his mesmerizing velvet voice of a future political officer literally enveloped me, half-asleep and starting to get aroused—for two weeks, for various reasons, I hadn't had sex. I even wanted to drop by Alexey Ivanovich's for old times' sake, as Lenochka joked—to "feed" my future daughter, but I had just bought tickets... He leaned slightly, the faint light of the emergency lantern illuminated his rather handsome face and gleaming blue eyes. His gaze, clouded with passion, literally hypnotized me, I began to smile back at him enchantedly, like that princess, not understanding a word he said, only trembling strongly from some premonition.
Now I clearly saw little devils dancing in his eyes and desire brought to the limit of stormy passion, which like a magnet drew me into the abyss of sexual chasm. Unexpectedly, a strong languor arose in my chest, goosebumps ran all over my body, my panties became distinctly damp—now I incredibly strongly wanted to give myself to this young, but seemingly passionate man, surprising myself with this vivid desire. What a sensual voice he has, no wonder we women love with our ears, yes, he could easily persuade anyone! Slightly raising myself, I clearly realized that without exchanging a single word with him, we were both rapidly falling into the whirlpool of sexual passion and were about to plunge into its depths. I hadn't had such a vivid desire for sex in a long time!
Continuing to hypnotize me with his fiery gaze, burning in the semi-darkness of the cabin like that little flame bright butterflies fly to and burn their wings on, I realized that I myself had now become that butterfly. And then this young man took my foot in his hands, removed my shoe, massaged my toes, tenderly kissed them, and suddenly took my big toe into his mouth and unexpectedly began to suck. The never-before-experienced sweetness of such an unexpected caress literally pierced my body, I even whimpered from a light spasm of bright pleasure and, trembling all over again, arched strongly and lay on my back, surprising myself with the passion and strong desire that had seized me.
My legs bent at the knees on their own and unexpectedly spread apart, my skirt slowly slid down, revealing my legs up to my panties to the young man, as he later said—they simply glowed in the semi-darkness and prompted him to action. Imagining the view that opened up to him, I trembled strongly again, immediately feeling his hot fingers on the inside of my thighs right by my panties, so much so that the trembling began to strongly shake my body relaxed with bliss, a hot ball literally pulsed in my crotch, and so strongly that a bright lightning seemed to flash in my clouded head and I almost passed out.
Instantly throwing his uniform off his broad shoulders and tossing it into another corner of the back seat, this clearly cunning young officer and part-time young Casanova, very deftly pulled off my panties and, pressing them to his face and taking a deep breath, apparently wanting to breathe in the wonderful aroma of my desire, which Pavel Ivanovich also often did, saying that in passion I smell simply magical.
Then, clearly having enjoyed the aroma of my unexpected passion emanating from this damp silk, he stuffed my panties into his pocket and, spreading my legs further, abruptly pressed his face to my burning slit. Burying himself with a sensual kiss into the epicenter of his desire, he skillfully ran the tip of his tongue over all the points of my female pleasure, finally lingering on the swollen bud at the apex of my vagina.
No matter how Pavel Ivanovich and Igoryok caressed and indulged me with cunnilingus, I had never experienced such pleasure—the nimble and skillful male tongue gave me indescribable delight. Feeling my sweetish-musky fluid, so loved by Igoryok, begin to flow onto his tongue, the young man intensified his pressure and I almost lost consciousness from the sweetness of the moment. Another moment later, my stomach literally vibrated, a spasm of the approaching peak of sexual pleasure pierced me and I covered my mouth with my palms so as not to scream from the amazing pleasure for the whole bus. That would have been a shock for everyone!
Gradually, the sensual caresses of his skillful tongue led to a flash of a fiery ball on my clitoris and completely unexpectedly, the movements of my hips, independent of me, began to dance an amazing tarantella of sexual ecstasy. And again the sweetest spasm of pleasure pierced my entire body, soon making me slightly "pass out" and float on the waves of a stormy orgasm. Light wheezes and sweet moans slightly broke through my tightly clamped fingers over my mouth, but were inaudible in the steady noise of the Ikarus diesel engine.
Raising myself up and reaching out with my right hand, I felt the hot "blade" of the male organ and precisely guided it into the cherished depths of my flowing slit. He immediately began delivering such thrusts that I quietly howled again—his hard, steel-like young member reached the farthest secrets of my burning vagina. And then a typhoon of incredible pleasure covered us both, a hot, stormy stream of male essence literally flooded my entire womb and I trembled in the bliss of a new orgasm, again covering my mouth. At least he'll feed my baby, I thought and passed out at the sweetest moment of my journey.
Waking up a few minutes later, I sat up and immediately felt his fiery member with my hand, which was slowly swaying near my face, illuminated for a few seconds by the bright halogen headlights of a car speeding past. Taking it into my mouth, I caressed this sensitive organ with my tongue and lips—I had to thank "him" for the pleasure given to me. And feeling that it had become a bit stuffy behind me now, apparently the driver had turned off the air conditioning by morning, I turned around and got on my knees, slightly opening the window. But this young Casanova apparently interpreted my maneuver completely differently and his strong, hot hands grabbed my hips—when did he manage to lift my skirt? A second later I was in the "zoo" position, as my ex-husband joked, adoring to have me in this very position.
Again the firm young member gives me the joy of another orgasm, and then he leaves my slit and impudently storms my tight hole, good thing it's at least well-developed by Igoryok. And when a strong stream of hot sperm hit inside my ass, I passed out again, being all in the bliss of wonderful pleasure.
In the morning, I was awakened by gentle sun "bunnies," tenderly sliding over my closed eyes. Slowly coming to my senses and turning back into the strict senior accountant going on vacation to rest, I unexpectedly remembered the wonderful, simply incredible event of the past night. Now I was lying on my right side, covered with a thin, beautiful blanket. As the bus driver later told me upon arrival, the young officer asked not to wake the woman sleeping on the back seat, saying she was his relative, and the blanket—was his gift to his beloved relative. And he himself was all so happy, apparently glad he had arrived to serve, the driver continued. Or glad about something else, but he was very pleased and happy.
Exactly, you could say that we became relatives, without even learning each other's names, I thought to myself, quietly laughing. And he took my panties in exchange for this blanket—I stretched, feeling how good I felt now. I had slept well, received wonderful pleasure, and, as I guessed and was even sure, delivered no less wonderful pleasure to the freshly minted officer of our army. After all, during the five years after finishing school and entering the military academy, he clearly didn't have an excess of female affection. But he definitely has some experience, we were both delighted at night. So both he and I were lucky!
Well, and wonderful, his service will begin with such a wonderful night adventure, he went with a smile and, as the bus driver claims, simply with a happy face, towards the gates of his unit. Well, and perhaps he will remember me for a long time, after all, I'm still a young woman and was able with my sexuality to awaken the dormant Satyr in the young officer of only twenty-two. I was unexpectedly overcome by a sweet languor—my trip to the village to my elderly mommy had begun so wonderfully.
We all dispersed a bit stunned by the story of our wonderful Tatyana Vyacheslavovna. But next Friday we will meet again and she will continue her narrative!