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A hot Friday in July has passed past noon. Through the window of the office, I looked at my subordinates, who, despite the working fans and air conditioner, were languishing from the heat, mindlessly moving around the office. The last client was about two hours ago, and for some reason it seemed to me that there would be no more until the evening.
So that's it, gentlemen," I said loudly, leaving the office.
“Gentlemen, everyone is in Paris,” Kirill Semakov, one of my best employees, joked, remembering the classics.
There were chuckles and smiles bloomed on the faces of the employees. I looked at everyone, four guys and three girls, and smiled too.
- So, gentlemen, stop languishing and sweating. Who has meetings scheduled, call clients and reschedule for the next week. And now everyone together go home, to the dacha, who goes where. In short, everyone is free.
The staff made quite a noise and ten minutes later the office was empty.
A little about myself. I am the head of a small trading company distributing all kinds of household and automotive chemicals, and we are doing quite well. I'm 54 years old, but I'm still not bad-looking, height under 183, athletic fit figure. Divorced for almost 15 years.
After seeing the employees off, for the sake of order, I sat for another hour, in case one of the clients came, after which, with a calm soul, I locked the office and handed it over to security.
Having rushed home, changed into swimming trunks, a T-shirt and shorts, leaving spare items of clothing and all sorts of small things for a summer residence in a bag, plunged into his Lada X-Ray (I love the domestic auto industry) and rushed out of town. Having escaped from the noisy metropolis, I decided to drop into one of my secret places before going to the dacha. It was an hour and a half drive from the city, and only I knew the access road to it. And this secret place was a small pond, lost in the very depths of the forest. There were no dachas nearby, the nearest village was an hour's walk, and there were few who wanted to wander through the windbreaks into the very thicket, so the chance that they would find him was scanty. I stumbled upon this pond purely by accident, when I was driving to the dacha late in the evening for the first time and turned the wrong way.
After an hour and a half, after winding along a barely noticeable forest road, one might say a path, I drove to the pond and got out of the car, stretching my stiff limbs. The sun was hiding behind tall trees, and therefore the pond was constantly in the shade. The water was clear and cool. Getting out of the trunk and spreading a blanket, I took off my T-shirt, shorts along with swimming trunks and dived into the cool water, which quickly cooled my heated body. I stretched out on the surface of the water, spreading my arms and legs, only my nose and a penis that stood up to 22 centimeters remained above the water. After swimming a little, I went ashore, stretched out on a blanket and began to massage the balls and standing dick.
After a while, the noise of the motor caught my attention, after all, someone else knows about this pond. I barely had time to put on my swimming trunks when a Daewoo Matiz stopped next to my Lada and a woman got out of it. She looked at me and said:
— So, besides me, someone else knows about this pond.
She pulled a large towel out of the car and approached me. Now I can see it in more detail. She was about 60 years old, tall, under 175 centimeters, slender, shoulder-length chestnut hair framed a pretty face. Under a light dress with buttons in front, an impressive chest of at least 4 and steep hips was guessed.
- Permission? she asked, spreading her towel next to me.
She tugged at the bottom of the dress and the buttons popped open. Having thrown it off, she remained in a mini bikini. Her skin was without wrinkles and folds, which are typical for ladies of her age, her body was toned, without a drop of excess fat, her hands were well-groomed, without protruding blood vessels. She obviously took care of herself, sparing no funds for beauticians and masseurs. Having met on the street, I would not have given her more than 50. Her symbolic swimsuit barely covered the magnificent balls of breasts, clearly silicone, and the triangle of fabric covering the smoothly shaved pubis was so stretched that it tightly fitted large lips. From her appearance, my fallen member began to raise his head. The stranger, running her hands over her body, lay down on her towel, as if accidentally touching my leg with her hand. I had a hard time hiding my boner.
Let's get acquainted? My name is Valeriya. And you?
Sergey. May I ask you another question, how old are you?
- I have nothing to hide, 61. And you ...
— 54.
- And why are we "dragging out", let's go to "you" ...
Come on.
I liked this ease in her communication with a stranger. After lying in silence, enjoying the cool shade of the trees for about 15 minutes, she suggested:
Shall we swim? - she got up from the towel and entered the water with the grace of Aphrodite.
Turning to face me, she performed some manipulations in the water and rags of a symbolic swimsuit flew ashore.
Sergey, come here. Take off your swimming trunks, don't be embarrassed. We are alone here.
After a moment's delay, I undressed, releasing my stone-standing cock.
Wow! Valeria said admiringly when she saw my tense trunk.
I entered the water and we swam to the middle of the pond. We floated face up in the water. Only Valeria's breasts with aroused light brown nipples and my erect cock stood out on the surface of the water. Suddenly, my bathing partner grabbed my shaft with her fingers and began to pull back the skin, exposing the prick. I freed myself from her arms and hugged her, pressing my dick against her pubis. We merged into a kiss. Frankly, everything that happened was so unexpected, we saw each other for the first time, got to know each other, and events are developing so rapidly. I wondered what would happen next.
Climbing ashore, continuing to kiss, we sank onto our bedspreads. Valeria again grabbed the member, tightly clenched it in her fist and began to masturbate. I, running my hand over the balls of breasts, belly, shaved pubis, got to the entrance to the vagina and plunged three fingers into it at once. My partner spread her hips wider. The vagina was designed and the fingers easily penetrated inside, where it was wet and hot. I added a fourth finger and began to caress them inside, rubbing the clitoris with my thumb. As soon as I did that, Valeria groaned, throwing her head back. We were jerking each other off for about five minutes when I heard:
— Fuck me!
She rolled over on her back, spreading her legs, lifting them up, exposing her waiting open cunt. I did not keep myself waiting and, putting her legs on my shoulders, drove the stone standing member inside her heated vagina and began to slowly move without taking it out.
— Hurry up! I'm burning inside! I literally have itching with desire!
I began to gradually accelerate and literally in a couple of minutes I was already driving a dick, like a piston running in an internal combustion cylinder. Her vagina was so designed that the member moved freely inside, now and then resting against her uterus. From this and fast fucking, Valeria moaned and howled incessantly. From the way she shuddered sometimes, I realized that she had an orgasm quite often. I won’t say how many there were, but I intuitively felt that it would take a long time to reach the main, most powerful one.
— Now put me in the ass! - she almost shouted, sharply pushing me away, kneeling, resting her elbows on the towel and lifting her ass high.
I tried on, put the head to the star of the anus and slightly pressed. Member literally fell into her rectum, without meeting any resistance. She didn't even yip, apparently in the past she was a lover of anal sex. I grabbed her hips tighter and began to fuck her furiously. Valeria began to howl in time with my movements. I leaned on her back, began to knead the balls of breasts with one hand, massage and rub the clitoris with the other, feeling her juices flow down my arm. After 20 minutes of such fucking, she suddenly fell on her back, almost breaking my penis, tightly brought her legs together and pulled me to her. I understood what she wanted and laid down on her. She herself introduced a member into her vagina, and I began to move without taking it out. With closed legs, it became crowded inside, and the member went inside sliding its head along the walls. I understand that the climax is approaching.
More! More! Deeper! Stronger! Don't stop!
I did not think to stop, bringing the moment of orgasm closer. And he came. She shook in convulsions, dug her nails into my back, began to arch towards my cock and suddenly collapsed onto the bedspread with a scream. I barely had time to pull out a member, as a jet of squirt hit me in the chest. She was still shuddering from orgasm when I, sitting on her stomach, tightly squeezed her breasts, pulling her nipples, and drove a member into the resulting gap. I fucked her between the tits slowly at first, gradually accelerated and five minutes later I shot her in the face with a decent jet of sperm. I collapsed next to her.
We lay side by side breathing heavily and moving away from orgasm. She licked my sperm from her lips, collected it with her fingers from her face and licked them. After resting for 10 minutes, we went into the water. Swimming next to me, she said:
It was amazing!
And then we lay side by side on the shore, caressing each other.
Where were you going? she asked.
- To the dacha. She is not far from me, in the village.
Oh! And I have a house there. Only I didn't see you there.
— I recently bought it, a couple of months.
Do you live alone?
I nodded and, obeying the animal desire to fuck her again, offered to come to me, to which she easily agreed. Apparently she also had a desire to fuck.
Quickly packing up, we set off. From that day on, we became lovers on a permanent basis.
