Mom's friend is a lieutenant colonel in the prosecutor's office.
Greetings, dear readers!
Preface.
My name is Vlad, I am currently 30 years old and all my stories are based on real events from my personal sexual experience.
In all my stories, I have only changed the names of the participants.
My stories will not be split into parts, and each story will be told in full.
Enjoy reading!
This is my second story from life experience that I want to share with you.
Those who haven't seen my first story can check it out. Title: "The Long-Awaited and Best MMF in My Life"
The participants in the events are me and my mother's friend Anastasia, a lieutenant colonel in the prosecutor's office.
My name is Vlad (as I already mentioned above), a tall, fair-haired guy, height 184 cm, weight 80 kg, slightly slender build, but lean and with visible muscle definition. By the way, I practiced wrestling from the age of 14, and later switched to boxing by the age of 20. I've never complained about the size of my dick, and neither have the girls; it's 20 cm.
Nastya, my mom's longtime friend, they had been friends for over 20 years. Blonde, 39 years old, height 1.67 m, firm size 3 breasts. By the word firm, I mean firm. For her age, Nastya could easily compete with young 18-year-old girls who have similar breasts. Medium waist, not skinny but not fat either, and a very appetizing, round-shaped ass.
Nastya had been working out at the gym for over 10 years, focusing on her glutes. Blue eyes, a small nose, and medium-full lips.
Our story with her began 7 years ago.
After graduating from university at the age of 23, I went into the army and ended up serving in the Presidential Regiment. As it happened, some political events occurred, thanks to which we were banned from going into the city until the end of our service. For a whole year, I didn't see female breasts, let alone women in general, except for the old cooks in the cafeteria.
Successfully completing my year of service, I was discharged at the end of December, right before the New Year.
Naturally, I was horny as hell, but there was no one in mind. After the army, I decided to join the law enforcement agencies, and for those who know, it's a very tedious process that can take from 6 to 12 months. You can't work officially during this time, so I either got by with odd jobs or sat at home playing on the computer.
Time passed like this until March. By the way, I didn't personally know my mom's friend, only from my mom's stories. Early March arrives, mom was talking on the phone with Nastya, Nastya's birthday is on March 8th, and upon learning that I had returned from the army, she invited me and my mom to a cafe for her birthday.
Of course, I agreed, as I hadn't gone anywhere since being discharged and was in a depressed state; I liked the army so much that ordinary civilian life didn't bring me pleasure.
The long-awaited March 8th arrives, and my mom and I called a taxi and headed to the cafe.
When the taxi pulled up to the cafe, we were immediately greeted by Nastya and her fiancé (I don't remember his name, but let's call him Sasha). Getting out of the taxi, I finally saw who Nastya was. To say I was blown away is an understatement. As I described above, this lady immediately caught my interest. Before that day, I never even thought I could be attracted to so-called "milfs."
Nastya was wearing a black knee-length dress with a medium neckline on the chest; it was visible that she wasn't wearing a bra, but had placed pads on her breasts so her nipples wouldn't show.
Meeting us near the cafe, Nastya and Sasha escorted us to the table. At the table were only "old-timers" 35+ years old. Yes, yes, that's how it seemed to me at the time. The cafe was also "old-timer" style with songs from the 90s, but credit to the Armenian host, he ran the evening and night program great and held excellent contests.
The table was large, with about 15 people sitting at it, and Nastya's place was right in the center, as the birthday girl. Nastya seated us near her; I was to her right, and she seated my mom to my right; to Nastya's left sat her fiancé.
By the age of 39, Nastya still didn't have children; she had devoted all her time to her career in law enforcement, so she was introducing her fiancé to her parents for the first time at her birthday.
As soon as my mom and I sat down at the table, we started getting offers of what to drink. I chose homemade cranberry moonshine, and my mom chose champagne.
It was 8 PM, and we began our feast. Having drunk a bit and gained courage, I decided to start dancing to that same "old-timer" music. I don't know how or why, but by 9:00 PM, Nastya's fiancé was already quite drunk. It was clear the guy needed to stop, but he kept drinking whiskey with cola.
Another 30 minutes passed, and Sasha went to throw up in the restroom. The moment he went to puke, Nastya's parents criticized her for her choice of man and said he had made a bad impression on them.
During the time he was puking, Nastya and I got to know each other better; I learned she was a lieutenant colonel in the prosecutor's office, and I in turn said I was just about to start my career in law enforcement, and somehow we hit it off on that note. So to speak, one cop recognizes another from afar.
The host announced a slow dance, and as a true gentleman, I offered to dance with my mom so she wouldn't think I came with her and forgot about her. Calling my mom to dance, suddenly Nastya comes up and pulls me by the hand, saying to my mom:
"I'm stealing him from you"
I was, of course, surprised but also glad.
Going onto the dance floor, I took Nastya by the waist, and she took me by the shoulders, and we started dancing. During the dance, Nastya corrected me on how to move; by the way, I'm a complete zero at dancing, so I listened to her advice.
At one point, I realized it was very hot in the cafe, and the alcohol started hitting my head, considering I hadn't drunk alcohol while serving my term and plus all the time until we went to Nastya's birthday.
Involuntarily, my hands slid slightly below Nastya's waist, and through the dress, I felt the very top edge of her panties. She didn't pay much attention and continued dancing, giving me advice.
Finishing the dance and returning to our seats, I still couldn't understand whether she hadn't noticed my hands going lower or whether she had allowed me to do it herself. I wouldn't call her heavily drunk, more like "slightly relaxed."
Returning from the restroom, Sasha sat at the table in a limp state and continued drinking whiskey with cola. Everyone at the table tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen. Nastya's mom was already clearly showing she didn't like him, and it was obvious he noticed.
Another 15 minutes passed, and the host announced a new slow dance; Sasha pulled Nastya onto the dance floor, and I, as planned, called my mom for propriety's sake.
While dancing, it was clear Sasha had drunk so much alcohol he could barely stand on the dance floor, and Nastya was holding him up while constantly glancing in my direction. I tried not to show my interest in her, as I still didn't understand what was happening and had thoughts like "maybe I'm imagining she's staring at me?"
Finishing the dance, Nastya called Sasha outside for a "serious talk." Everyone else continued drinking at the table.
Returning to the table after 5 minutes, Nastya said to Sasha:
"I hope you heard me; I don't want you to behave like this," and they both sat at the table.
During further drinking and conversation, I repeatedly felt her knees occasionally touching my legs, which seriously turned me on. At that time, skinny jeans were in fashion, which I was wearing that day. My dick started to rise, and due to the high table, I think Nastya noticed.
About another 10 minutes passed, and the host announced a new slow dance; you can't even imagine how much I wanted to dance with Nastya again, when suddenly she turns to me and says:
"Well, shall we go?"
I replied:
"Your fiancé won't mind?"
Sasha, hearing this, said in a drunken voice:
"Yeah, of course not, go ahead"
Getting up from the table, I took Nastya's hand and led her to dance.
I tried to position myself to hide my hard-on from the main table, which was already sticking out too much.
Reaching the dance floor while hiding my hard-on, I immediately took Nastya by the waist so as to hide my bulge from others' view. Without even noticing, I did it in such a way that I pressed my hard-on right against her stomach area. Realizing this, I expected to hear negative words from her, but she said nothing, just took me with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my back, leaned against me, and put her head on my chest. Understanding what was happening, I thought, "Well, the alcohol's hitting my head, we'll dance now and probably nothing more will happen, but at least I'm next to a sexy woman, that's not bad either."
During the slow dance, I lowered my hands slightly until I felt the top of her panties, but I was afraid to go lower, and people were watching. Then something struck me, and I decided to take some action. Our position on the dance floor was right near the wall, and when I turned my back to the hall, it turned out that Nastya had her back to the wall and no one could see what I was doing with my hands behind her. Waiting for the turn when I would have my back to everyone, I took a risk and lowered my hands below the top of her panties. Feeling my way bit by bit, I tried not to scare her, but in response, I only got an even tighter hug from her. So we continued dancing; when my back was to the hall, I immediately lowered my hands, but not too low to avoid being too bold, and when Nastya turned her back to the hall herself, I rarely raised my hands so no one would catch on. Meanwhile, my hard-on was firmly pressing against her stomach.
Her fiancé watched us and smiled like a fool, naively thinking we were just dancing, not seeing the whole truth.
Finishing the slow dance, we headed to the table, where it was suggested that all smokers go out for a smoke.
Going outside, it was already around midnight; the frost was noticeable, so everyone tried to smoke quickly.
I noticed Nastya and Sasha disappear from the group; they were talking about something off to the side, when suddenly Nastya slapped Sasha and said:
"I'll call you a taxi, and you go home; I don't need such a drunken mess at my birthday"
Sasha started raising his voice at her; noticing this, I approached and said:
"You offended your woman; it's your first time meeting her parents and you've already messed up; take a taxi home now, and tomorrow you and Nastya sort everything out"
He replied:
"Okay, you're right, just call me a taxi, because I can't see anything on my phone"
After a while, calling a taxi, Nastya saw him off and came back to our table.
Nastya's mom immediately said:
"Finally, that asshole left"
And everyone continued drinking.
Word after word, it was already 2 AM; Nastya and I chatted non-stop with each other. At one point, having drunk enough but not to the point of being wasted—by the way, even though I hadn't drunk for a long time, I took breaks, which allowed me to think—I started praising Nastya's figure, emphasizing her ass and breasts.
Me:
"Nastya, I may not be your fiancé, but with a figure like that, you could find someone better"
Nastya, laughing:
"Oh, stop it, don't flatter me; I know I have an ordinary figure"
Me:
"No way! Want to bet?"
Nastya:
"How and on what?"
Me:
"Well, look, if a woman has an amazing figure, a guy immediately gets hard for her, right?"
Nastya:
"Well, that seems to be the case"
Me:
"So, if I get a hard-on just from looking at you, will you let me touch your ass?"
Nastya:
"How do you plan to check that?"
Me:
"You go to the restroom now, like you're going, and I'll follow you in a minute; we'll meet in the hallway, and I'll tell you then"
Nastya:
"Okay" and got up from the table and went to the restroom.
The restroom door was behind a door in the hallway, meaning once inside, we couldn't be seen from the hall, and considering half the hall had already gone home, I assumed few people would come there.
After a minute or two, I got up and went to the restroom, and after waiting for her to come out of the actual restroom, we met in the hallway.
Me:
"Now look down; see how I've been hard for you all night?"
Nastya:
"No way, you put something in there"
I took her hand and pressed it against my dick through my jeans, saying:
"Well, do you believe me now?"
Nastya was about to say something when an unfamiliar woman entered the hallway, and Nastya immediately pulled her hand away.
Nastya:
"Okay, let's go back to the hall; I owe you for the bet"
We headed back to the table, where my mom, having drunk quite a bit, said:
"Okay, let's go home; it's time"
My disappointment was immense, but I figured out how to salvage the situation.
I replied to my mom and then, turning to Nastya, said:
"Okay, let's go, but let's smoke first and Nastya will see us off"
Everyone agreed, and after getting dressed, we headed outside.
Everyone smoked IQOS, so while smoking, I said:
"Mom, maybe we should invite Nastya over? You're always telling me about her, but she's never been to our place"
Mom turned to Nastya and asked:__P_END