Random lover...
The week had been difficult and stressful. I worked a lot, even had a one-day business trip to a neighboring region. On Friday evening, my husband and I agreed to go to a nearby restaurant. I finished early. And I was sitting alone at a table, waiting for my husband, slowly sipping wine from a glass. There weren't many patrons. One couple roughly my age, i.e., 50+.
And a group of young men, drinking beer. Quite noisy for me at that moment. They noticed me right away and kept glancing in my direction, clearly discussing me. Well, it was impossible not to notice me. Everyone always says I have some kind of feminine allure. Well
and plus a décolleté from which the hemispheres of my breasts, skillfully lifted by a bra, peeked out invitingly. But I was too tired and didn't feel like flirting, and my husband was supposed to arrive any minute. So I sat relaxed, resting, enjoying the coolness of the wine. My relaxation was interrupted by my smartphone's buzzer. My husband's number lit up on the screen. I happily grabbed the phone.-Hello, darling
-Tanyush, I probably won't make it to the restaurant. We have a big emergency here. Can't get away. Sorry, I'm an asshole. I'll be home, probably late.
— Yeah, yeah, I understand. As always, work comes first…
To say I was upset is an understatement… I really wanted a celebration, and instead, I'm sitting here drinking wine alone.
And then I notice that two guys from the group are heading my way. First thought: "Well, here it begins." But after quickly assessing the situation, I decided not to despair, and since I wanted a celebration, I had to arrange it myself.
The men were around 35. Well-groomed. Pampered. Dressed nicely and smelling pleasant. They introduced themselves.
-Peter
-Pavel
Well, would you believe it, I smiled. The guys invited me to their table. But I politely declined. Pavel pretended to be upset and stepped back. And Peter asked permission to sit at my table. I graciously allowed it.
A conversation started. Peter turned out to be a nice man with a sense of humor, a gallant gentleman, and an engaging conversationalist. So, talking over some wine, an hour passed and I started getting ready to go home. Peter offered to walk me to the coat check. He helped me put on my coat. Quickly got dressed himself. And we left the restaurant together. The most interesting thing is that starting from the coat check, we didn't say a word. I followed my unexpected escort as if in a fog. I got into a taxi. Peter gave the address. And we went to his place…
Sitting next to him in the back seat of the car, I felt his hot palm rest on my thigh and, lightly squeezing, stroke it. The ride wasn't long. We got out of the car and again silently moved towards Peter's house. Climbing the stairs, he held me by the waist. And damn it! It felt good. Entering the apartment and slamming the door shut. Peter gently turned me towards him with strong hands and pressed a passionate kiss to my lips. Our tongues fiercely swirled in a frantic rhythm in each other's mouths. I immediately understood that I was dealing with a skilled lover. And I had no doubts about myself. Breaking the kiss, Peter picked me up in his arms and carried me to the wide sofa.
Laying me down, he began to slowly caress me and undress me. My body, freed from clothing, was immediately covered with his hot kisses; it seemed he didn't miss a single millimeter. I surrendered to bliss and allowed him to do what he wanted. Peter's hands gently stroked my breasts in the white lace bra. Slightly pulling down one cup of the bra, he tickled my nipple with his finger, provocatively protruding from the lace. We were both already trembling from the passion and desire to possess each other that had seized us. I slightly arched my back so the man's hands could unclasp the bra and release my size 3 boobs. Peter immediately performed the simple manipulations with the clasp and began passionately showering my breasts with kisses. The kisses were tender and hot. He pressed against my nipples for a long time and caressed, caressed, caressed…
Having enjoyed my boobs, Peter slowly began to move downward. Just as unhurriedly, he began to pull off my skirt. I slightly wiggled my hips, helping him. Exposing my legs in stockings, his hands tremulously slid over my panties, lightly touching my pubic area and feeling the fabric already slightly damp from my juices, which my pussy was exuding. The man now began to kiss my knees, moving higher and higher up my legs.
I was already trembling with impatience. My breathing quickened, my legs spread apart on their own, inviting Peter to further caresses. And he was already burying his nose in my panties and greedily, noisily inhaling my scents. Hooking his fingers, he carefully slid my panties down my legs and ran his tongue over my shaved pubic mound. I moaned softly and enjoyed the moment. Peter truly turned out to be a skilled lover. He so skillfully fanned the flame of passion in me, so aroused me! I simply didn't have the strength or desire to just lie there anymore. His caresses were good, but I already wanted him, wanted his body!
Sitting up, I began to unbutton his shirt. I kissed his neck, caressed the nipples on his chest. Peter, meanwhile, pulled down his trousers, remaining in bright red boxers. I continued my movement downward. Kissed his firm stomach, not missing the fact that a slight shiver ran through Peter's body. With a sweet smile on my lips, I pulled his underwear down and released his cock, naturally already standing at its full impressive length. The man's dick swayed before my face and I carefully took it into my mouth. How delicious it turned out to be! I took it as deep as I could into my mouth. My lover began to moan and thrust towards my hot mouth. I sucked and kept my eyes on him, and he ran his hands through my hair and lightly pressed my head. Peter's breathing quickened. I understood he wasn't far from finishing. And we understood each other again without words. He moved my head away, I released his red, throbbing dick.
Peter moved up the sofa and lay on his back, and I immediately straddled him and began to slowly move my hips without taking my eyes off his face. Our passion was only growing. He began to caress my boobs, lightly squeezing my nipples. We reveled in passion and, strangely enough, we didn't want to speed up. We fucked slowly and measuredly. Holding back orgasm, not wanting to interrupt our union. But everything always ends…
Our movements began to speed up, orgasm washed over me, I shook and my pussy clenched his dick tighter and at that moment he powerfully released streams of hot sperm inside me!!!
For another couple of hours, we indulged in passion and unrestrained sex, then Peter took me home by taxi. After tenderly kissing, we promised not to lose sight of each other.
My husband wasn't home yet. I took a shower. Lay down in bed and gave myself over to pleasant memories…