Sex Stoties Red-haired beast

till, definitely this red-haired beast for a reason looking at me like that, I thought, lifting his glass for another toast. The feast was in full swing, the room was dominated by noisy merriment, and of course nobody paid any attention, what looks throws in my direction warmed drinking Lyudmila. I was not mentally prepared to flirt with a woman is clearly twice as old as himself, but in this impudent People felt some special highlight. The atmosphere became more relaxed, and the conversation at the table gradually moved to the extremely frivolous topics, unthinkable in sobriety in that it's actually a pretty conservative company. When the conversation at the table addressed the question of whether true friendship between a man and a woman, I said that in my opinion, this is really only if they have had or have intimacy. The only one who supported me was Lucy, than she earned in a mock reproachful look from my roommate at the cottage. When table talk went to other topics, People leaned over to me and quietly asked, smiling brightly painted lips: - I Want to make friends with me? The implication was obvious and I decided to go for broke, but we'll see how it ends!
Red-haired beast

In the end I was pretty drunk. A small digression: it was the summer of 96-th year in one holiday village in the Leningrad region. I was 23 years old, and I came to visit the cottage to his friend, a former schoolmate, to spend a free couple of weeks. At the end of my little break, my friend decided to go for a few days with their friends on a fishing trip. Of course, I was also invited, but unfortunately (or fortunately?), have a slight cold the day before and was forced to stay. And just then the mistress of the house, the mother of my friend raided old friends from Peter. Organized chic table, local samogonochka Yes the Zakus in full, in Russian provincial feast. Came familiar with the neighboring cottages (one of them was Lyudmila), and, as they say, away we go: this "extraordinary" the festival was mainly attended by people much older than me, a teenage daughter of one of the guests doesn't count. Guests came and went, and the feast went on as usual. Gradually we with Lyudmila began to chat together, she moved closer to me, ignoring the mocking looks. She looked no less than forty (later revealed - 47!), but she looked amazing, and most importantly, it was the charm of the ripe, "juicy" women, seen a lot in life. Noticeable fullness, but without losing the forms, fiery red hair, VERY large Breasts, who couldn't hide free denim jumpsuit. Actually, it looked bright, catchy, immediately drew attention to themselves. I was immediately pleasantly surprised that she hasn't talked to me like a kid, but rather the contrary, behaved like a naughty girl, flirting with a man. Our conversation did not concern platitudes like "about the weather and about what is in fashion", it was an easy, graceful swordplay mutual barbs. Suddenly she told me about her husband, said it was a tiny little man, whom she long ago came out "shotgun" and now lives with him only because of the children. I irritated her frankness and most of all, drunk vigorous brew, asked whether it suits her at least in bed. She was looking me straight in the eye, said that in sex suits her better. I poured another batch myself and her and going to you, quipped something like, "you're welcome, bro, to me, don't be shy." Lyudmila rollicking knocked over the glass and that I wasn't expecting! - took my hand and placed it on the thigh to complete. I honestly was a little stunned. It became clear that this grown Woman ready to surrender to me right now. My hand moved up and was between her legs. It was something involuntary, I just felt through the thick denim warmth of her body and the hand itself went up. Of course, she was too dressed in order to be able to get to her cunt, and people around, but the feeling was very real intimacy. Luda was slightly fidgeting on a chair and RUB against my hand.
Skip further details - sorry, reader! - in short, we wound up to the limit. Quite possibly some of those present noticed it, but we couldn't really care less. I sat and thought what to do next, as there are People leaned over to me and twittered: - Listen, I-j-Jas-SNO want, - she hesitated a little, - wee-wee. Walk me somewhere, and I think I might burst. It's been said quite carelessly, and I immediately realized that she just made up an excuse to go somewhere to be alone with me. I got up and left the house, ostensibly to have a smoke in the fresh air. I smoked for the second, when the porch is finally it, too, with a lit cigarette. The street was a warm August evening, almost dark. Without saying a word, we went for the house, in the thickets of some berry bushes, where it was already quite dark. Standing with his back to me, Luda began to remove the overalls, and then I hugged her from behind. One hand plunged into the flesh of her huge Breasts, and the second, sliding down the warm stomach, slipped under the semi-dryed jumpsuit. The elastic on her panties was pretty tight and when my hand slid under her, she's suddenly all shuddered and quickly whispered: - Oh, so no pressure on bladder, please. But maybe you first then go:do You really want to write? - I was surprised. - I want you, you idiot. - she spun around to face me and closed my mouth hot kiss. My fingers entered her between her legs and sank into the hot moisture between the labia. Ludmila all at once went limp and slightly spread your thighs fully, giving me the opportunity to explore to touch her slit. We fiercely kissed, she devoured my lips with his ravenous, demanding mouth, and her vagina was literally dripping with grease. - Everything can not, - she breathed, suddenly pulling back. She got on all fours, turning to me ass, and finally pulled the overalls. In the darkness were visible to the hefty thighs and a vast, white pantie covered butt. People were much more full than it looked in clothes. I myself did not expect, but I was incredibly excited this spectacle. I leaned over to her and slowly began to pull off her panties, but she impatiently flipped her hips, clearly inviting me to enter soon. Her pussy lips were as puffy as the whole body. My dick almost halfway submerged in hot grease flooded the crevice between them before poking at the entrance to the vagina. I for a few moments confused, because he was unable immediately to enter the muscle at the entrance was tightly closed. Here Luda abruptly moved towards me, hissing: "come on, die, you gotta pee" and my dick slipped inside. It was very crowded, and the lower wall was tight as a ball. I realized that it was due to a full bladder. She lightly squealed through clenched teeth with each stroke of my cock, and I was afraid that she could lose control and cry out in a loud voice. The consciousness of such a possibility would not let me really relax and I could not finish. But Lyudmila podmahivat increasingly, and finally I spilled into her hot insides. Sensing that I had finished, she immediately pulled away, my cock came out, and I sat down on the grass beside her. People still stood there on all fours and stood up, quickly pulled the panties, bra corrected, and busily began to wear overalls. I also adjusted my clothes and we returned to the porch, lit a cigarette. Stood for some time in silence, and I tried to see the expression on her face. Still, I could not resist: Lude, and how to pee? - I can stand forever - she smiled.