But sometimes, especially on long journeys to big cities, when I feel the interlocutor’s hesitations, and is it worth meeting a visiting, passing-passing man (after all, most women are looking for regular, stable relationships, even if it’s not about getting married, but finding a lover) , I use my hobby as a trump card, and intrigue that at the meeting I will present my own authorship book with a gift inscription. It worked more than once!
So when communicating with Tusik (this is such a reduction, such as Natusik or Svetusik), I caught the image that the official official and the programmer who was immersed in the wise scientific jungle who decided to wag to the left when visiting the capital was not very attractive for her. Even in the initial replicas, which were then confirmed in person, there was a mischievous breakaway, ready to grunt in a big way (and don't care that tomorrow was left penniless), to embark on adventures of any scale (sometimes even running into trouble with the law) that could break even to Europe for one evening to attend a concert of one of the idols of youth, at least to Siberia for a month to find Kolchak's gold. The fact that she could smoke weed with her son-student, and that she worked for a long time in the service of "phone sex", Tusik told me already in the hotel, during the break between the first and second calls.
- Brought a book? Come on! - her first question was when the door of the room closed behind us.
- How to label? With your real name or tusik?
- Tusik, of course! Everyone knows me as Tusika! “Tusit Tusik, takes off her panties,” she sang to the tune of a song, making a pair of dance steps, and asked in the tone of an experienced seductress, “hang out, DD?”
- Of course! - I replied. - Right now, let's begin. Who is the first to shower?
- You go first, I'll see! - grabbed the book, flipped back and forth - and with pictures, oh wow. I thought, frankly, samsebyaizdat on a printer, and here look how seriously.
- Class! - summed up Tusik, when I came out of the shower, walked over to the bed, where she sat and read enthusiastically, without even thinking of undressing. - Mmm, what a handsome! - This is a reaction to a member, swaying in a few centimeters from her face.
She put the book down, leaned over, put the head in her mouth, squeezed it, pushed her lips, tongue, head, took it deeper, deeper, ran her hands to the sides, hips, scrotum, moaned excitingly, and I did not have time to wake up when the sweet prelude-blowjob suddenly turned in a hard fuck in the mouth with the deepest prodding to the throat, and even with its pulling on the buttocks, they say, come on, fuck, do not be afraid! And as soon as I tuned in on the idea, okay, so be it, now I’ll finish quickly, since she herself is clearly aiming at this, two hours have just begun, and then we have sex with feeling, really and well, when suddenly ... fuck, the member hung in the air, as in a vacuum, Tusik is already a meter away from the bed at a hurricane pace, undressing and giving instructions to the member, pointing at it with his finger:
- Wait for me and I will come! - and then, pointing a finger at me. - With a condom! Sure to! No other way!
While the heroine is taking a shower, it's time to paint her. I am far from the idea of presenting her as a written beauty, despite the burden of more than forty years lived far from in a healthy way of life. She looked as much on her face, plus white hair (it was white, not silver and not light blond) involuntarily thought about gray hair, and then, on the contrary, there was bewilderment why the head of an older woman was completely gray. With a slender, lean, quite youthful figure, and energetic, lively, spontaneous behavior. And only having perceived her entire appearance and manner of behaving in the aggregate, it was possible to come to the conclusion - emo overgrown. As Tusik's youth came at the end of the 80s, hungry, but cheerful years, since then, apparently, she decided not to grow up, remaining a non-formal in life for herself and image for the environment. Thickly painted eyes without the slightest trace of lipstick on the lips, large asymmetrical earrings and dark purple, almost black color manicure completed the image of a rebel, writing on lined paper across.
Well, the first intimate approach, when steamed, fresh, delicious Tuska came out of the shower, saw that I myself had pulled a cursed gum on the patiently waiting member and held it strictly perpendicular to the body plane (who wants to ride the style of the letter, well), and that miavnuv inflamed puma, pounced on me, straddled and rode the measured trot, then galloping headlong, occasionally bending down to my face and glaring at the lips with a greedy, demanding kiss, can easily be considered a refutation of stereotypes. The fact that men are fucking women. No, it's Tusik fucked me, let's be honest. Without a strap-on and any other nonsense, beloved by perverts, a completely natural way of copulation, without deviations from the natural canons, but the active side, aimed at its pleasure and the earliest orgasm, was exclusively she.
And the finale was especially remarkable. I barely restrained myself so as not to burst out laughing, he was so typical, but in a mirror image. Tusik wriggled more actively, sped up, began to furiously sit down on the dick, put her hands on my hairy chest, squeezing and squeezing, squeezing quite, sighed, and froze with her face up ... tales of sex I felt the dick in her vagina and how, despite the latex protection, something warm, even hot flows, runs down it and moisturizes the scrotum and hips abundantly. Then she went limp, lay down on me, no longer harshly demanding, but as if in gratitude for her persistent instrument of pleasure, she smacked her lips and fell off to the side, closing her eyes and breathing heavily. For a complete parody, there was not enough just turning away and snoring, without the slightest interest, and whether the partner got pleasure.
The partner (I mean) enjoyed the process, of course, but it was far away from the orgasm, it was only a few minutes that this violent coitus lasted so that I naturally reached the peak of pleasure. And Tusik, of course, was not so callous and selfish to deprive me of a well-deserved high. Recovering, she immediately pulled the condom from my body, and alternating hand caresses with oral, quickly brought me to the eruption, taking the sperm in her mouth, but without swallowing.
And what did she not tell me during the break. About travel hitchhiking and smoking plan, about orgies and drunkenness, about fights with cops and deception of customs officers, about ways of distributing clients of the service "phone sex" for money and ways to fool employers. And despite the fact that most of the sexual adventures of the unintelligible in Tusik's connections happened in reckless young years, I offered praise to the heavens and my own self-control that I didn’t insist on sex without condoms - as you know, God protects the safeguard, and guarding the unguarded convoy. Some of her stories would have been envied by outrageous extremes (if, of course, she didn’t write when she saw my genuine interest in various zest for life). For example, how she managed to suck a neighbor while the elevator was driving to the 17th floor. Or how she managed to have sex with one of the guests who were invited to her husband's birthday, and not at the end in the classic version “the husband got drunk ...”
in the insole, and in the midst of a feast. About the lesbian relationship is already silent, she did not have a single friend with whom she would not sleep one-time or multiple times. In the questionnaire on the dating site, by the way, the orientation “bi” was noted, and that she is looking for sex not only for men, but also for women. However, she considered lesbian sex more like pampering, sort of advanced masturbation, than serious sex.
At the moment, Tusik had long been divorced (although being married did not prevent her from telling her husband the horns with terrible force), had one official lover, almost a civil husband. It is curious that the choice of a particular night “she is with him” or “he is with her” was agreed with the son, and depended on whether he brings the girl home today or not. Such is the good-neighborly idyll and complete family understanding! Well, what, in a one-room apartment to sleep and have sex with two uneven-aged couples? Many of Tusik’s actions would not be understood by supporters of traditional morality, but she didn’t have any inclination for incest.
So, in pleasant hearing, conversations and pleasant body strokes, there was a break between the first and the second, accompanied by pleasant stomach drinks and sweets. After a while, he recovered his penis and wished to fuck the stroptivitse, who had previously used him, like a soulless dildo. But for some reason, I didn’t want to stretch the frigging hand hold ... and Tusik hinted that she got hers in full, no longer wants, thanked the irony and irony once again, both for purely sex and a great orgasm, and for that I agreed without any problems to meet at a convenient time in a convenient place. Well, even if such a handicap will be among the visiting guests of the capital, compared to the Muscovites who are always busy or stuck in endless traffic jams.
In general, Tusik offered to suck, I, of course, agreed, and was pleasantly surprised, although it would seem, well, what new I could try. But the fact is that because of the stormy prelude-blowjob and stormy sex after, I implicitly expected that the race for speed will begin now. However, it happened otherwise. sexytales Very gently and affectionately, turning from restless, tearing away into a submissive and patient woman, caressing hands and fingers, tongue and lips, my whole body, walking from the face and neck, through the stomach and pubis, to the penis and the eggs, the scrotum and the anus, Tusik kissed, sucked, licked, nibbled, teased every erogenous cell, forcing me to writhing in sweet agony, then die away from bliss. And her signature chip, moaning during oral sex, gave the process more excitement and special charm. And besides, all this is nowhere in a hurry, not pushing either myself or me, without putting a strong emphasis on those zones, the impact on which could lead to a speedy ending.
And only bringing me to such a slow, sustained caress to a state of fury, only when a member has already hardened to the limit, ready every second to erupt with spasms of voluptuousness, and every time he lacked some smallness, only when I began to think whether it was time to take control into your own hands and fuck her in your mouth so that due to the slow process the final of such a great blowjob would not be blurred, Tusik, having subtly felt the right moment, abruptly changed the tempo. Just a few movements, fast, stubborn, straight, pushes right up to the spine, when I feel like a member falls into the slippery depth of her throat, and the eruption of the volcano begins. Push after push, splash after spray, I feel incredible thrill and bliss, and Tusik, having made a second pause (he managed to explain the necessary nuance during the rest), continues sucking vigorously, pressing on particular points at the base of the penis and under the eggs, which repeatedly enhances the pleasure and dreams that it never ends.
The only thing I can complain about is the unfulfilled promise of Tusik. Already on the way from the hotel to the metro there was such a farewell dialogue:
- Tusik, when you read the book, at the end there is the address of the site where you can post your real intimate stories. You had a lot of different things, maybe you want to tell, share with readers, read their opinions?
- Why not? It may well be, and risk it! Where our not disappeared! - smiled slyly, flashed mischievous sparkles in our eyes, we hugged at the entrance to the subway, kissed and parted.
I am waiting and waiting for a new visitor with the nickname "Tusik" to appear. Will I wait, will I appear? Or maybe, it has already appeared a long time ago, but, such a cunning one, hangs out with another nickname, reads and chuckles, mischievous woman ?!
PS For four years I have been waiting for, after recording “149) Tusik - 2014, Moscow, a new line will appear in a notebook. Sometimes it was regrettable that in the course of 27 years of sexual activity I did not fuck one more, because then the 150th would have been a Tusik, a colorful and memorable person. Sometimes it touched live, overcame impatience, I wanted to climb on Mamba and not get off until the desired anniversary one was found. But I waited patiently, remembering the proverbs “patience and hard work,” “he who seeks will always find,” “work is not a wolf ...”, eh, that is no good. And waited! My patience was rewarded with an acquaintance with a wonderful girl, we met several times in Moscow this summer and tightly communicate to this day. It now remains to wait for the circumstances to turn out so that she will have the time and mood to take part in the discussion of an already written story, where she is a heroine, and in some places co-wrote. Nothing, wait, not the first time, I'm not used to waiting. Cultivate your garden, DD, and do not regret anything!