Vitalina/Sex in a small town/Life stories

[Count Orlov]

Vitalina

(passionate widow)

* sex in a small town *

 Vitalina is mine neighbor and we had known each other for a long time, about 10 years, no less, before these events happened. They used to communicate in the same company, but after the tragic death of her husband, she withdrew into herself and stopped taking part in general gatherings - you can understand her, there were four children left, although she definitely did not love her husband, Misha, everyone around was sure that that he is henpecked and they are together only for the sake of the children.

 I, like many from the company, tried to help her as best I could - with money, even though she refused, with gifts for the children, just calling to talk. After about a year, she became more approachable, and one day she invited me home, warning me to come after 10 p.m., when the children were asleep. Of course I went. Fortunately, it wasn’t far to go—just a couple of houses. I decided that taking a bottle of dry red with me would be a good idea.

 At the beginning of ten I was already there - I thought it would be an evening of suffering and memories, but no - she opened the door with a smile , and was happy with me as before. While I was undressing, I managed to take a good look at her - she had not changed at all, she was still as slender, she had not gained a single kilogram - the figure of a teenage girl, with a thin waist, small but strong breasts and a pleasant-looking ass. Surprising for a 35 year old mother of four. In addition, the tracksuit hugged her body, favorably emphasizing all of Vita’s “charms.”

 We sat down in the kitchen, and, to my great happiness, the conversation did not in any way concern her obvious difficulties, but revolved around general topics. Vita had straight blond hair down to her lower back, and although it constantly got in her way, she did not take it away, constantly making hand gestures, throwing her hair back, which made me look at her again and again. Naturally, my gaze fell not only on her face... by the end of the bottle, I had already noticed for myself the outline of a bra under a T-shirt, and a couple of times I caught a glimpse of the edge of her panties when she leaned too close to the table. They had a pleasant soft pink tint.

 Around one o’clock in the morning I got ready to go home, and in parting I was awarded not only the usual “thank you for the evening”, but also a short kiss on the cheek, which I had never noticed anything in her habits before. Moreover, when I came home, I found a message “thanks again for stopping by” and a photo of Vitalina blowing me a kiss. Chalking it all up to the fact that she was truly grateful to me, plus she hadn’t communicated with anyone for a long time, I went to bed. In the morning, the phone pleased me with a bunch of messages, the last of which was sent at three in the morning, that we had a great time and we definitely need to repeat this.

 And we repeated, and more than once. More and more wine was drunk, and Vita prepared for the meetings more and more carefully and in more variety. There were no longer any traces of tracksuits. I saw Vita in shorts, in a dress, in some tight bicycle shorts, in skirts... at the last couple of meetings, I noticed that she no longer wears a bra. And after the last meeting at that time, I, already lying in my own bachelor’s bed, corresponded with her until four in the morning about all sorts of nonsense, including discussing the clothes that she plans to buy for herself. At some point it became clear to me that sex with Vita was inevitable, everything was obviously heading towards this, there was only one question - when exactly would it happen? Then I also thought - I wonder what kind of sex she had with her husband? What is she like in bed? For some reason it seemed to me that there was something unusual there... As it soon became clear, my premonitions did not deceive me.

 One day, before our traditional Friday, I received a message from Vita, where she asked me to come two hours early today. I realized the reason only after crossing the threshold of her apartment - the corridor, usually littered with children’s clothes and shoes, was empty. Vita, noticing my surprise, joyfully reported that the children were in a crowd at grandma’s, and she wasn’t expecting them until tomorrow lunch. Only when she spoke did I notice that today she was dressed especially “festively” - a miniskirt with long slits on the hips, demonstrating a visible lack of underwear and a very frivolous-looking top - with ribbons tied at the chest. The anticipation of imminent sex, which has been growing recently, has turned into a state of “sex is inevitable.” I can’t say that I was very surprised, but for some reason I wasn’t expecting this today. However, when Vita took me to a room instead of the usual kitchen, I realized that she was preparing seriously. The bottle of wine I brought with me became only an addition to the two already on the coffee table, romantic music flowed from the speakers of the stereo, and many thick candles placed throughout the room created an atmosphere that is usually called intimate. The heavy curtains on the windows were drawn tightly.

 After the first bottle, the topic of conversation somehow spontaneously changed to a discussion of films, then their heroes, then comparisons of which of us is like which of them. We finished the second bottle “for brotherhood.” Her body was getting closer to me, I noticed that today she even wore perfume, which was also the first time. Opening the third bottle, I felt her press against my leg, but this seemed quite normal. After a few more minutes, our close physical contact logically ended with a kiss. There was not a drop of timidity in this kiss, it was passionate and hot... the kiss of a female hungry for carnal pleasures.

 I didn’t even think of resisting, answering her passion with pleasure, she had already saddled me and, holding my face with ever-increasing frenzy, she climbed into my mouth with her hot tongue, at the same time moving her body, wave after wave, pressing closer and closer to me. The skirt rode up to her waist and I was about to reach out to her exposed ass. Suddenly, she froze and, tearing away from me for several seconds, looked somewhere through me without blinking. Then, with the same absent look, she got off me, straightening my skirt. Then she slowly walked towards the exit of the room, only quietly saying at the very threshold that “she’ll be there soon.”

 I sat simply in a daze. Thoughts were spinning in a heap in my head. Did I do something wrong? But she started it herself... Remembered her husband? But so much time has passed... Suddenly I remembered how many years ago I imagined our crazy intercourse, looking at her slender figure in a swimsuit, when we were relaxing in a large group on the shore... From these thoughts, the member, just beginning to lose its erection, again instantly turned to stone, his jeans protruding greatly. About 10 minutes passed, and the erection still did not subside, supported by my own memories. At that moment Vita entered.

 A snow-white terry robe, damp and therefore slightly curly hair, the smell of freshness and perfume - everything clearly indicated that she had taken a shower. And her cunning and at the same time desperate smile clearly stated - “this time I’m serious, there will be no kickbacks.” I, slightly stunned, watched as she unraveled the belt of her robe, not taking her eyes off me as a predator... Under the robe, as expected, there was nothing except a weighty gold chain with large links on her hips.. “Wow, she even took care of an intimate haircut,” noted I silently looked at her elastic body, which already belonged to me, with a neatly shaved heart on her pubic area.

 She dropped her robe to the floor, and stepping over it, leaned over me, pressing her lips to mine again.. and unfastening the belt of my jeans with her hands. While our tongues repeated the movements one after another, her hands surprisingly quickly, having finished with the belt, unbuttoned my fly and I felt her warm, strong fingers on my penis. She pulled on my jeans, and when I stood up, she pulled them off me along with my panties. Then she knelt down and, grasping the penis at the base with her fingers, sticking her tongue out far, licked the head of the penis... smiling thinly, with only her eyes. Several movements of the tongue on the head... Pleasure rolling through the body in waves... Another second... and then the penis plunged halfway into her hot, greedy mouth... I shuddered and leaned back on the sofa and trusted her caresses. She sucked the dick simply with some kind of hungry, wild passion. Her wet hair scattered over my legs exquisitely caressed me, her rhythmically moving head added to the sensations, I ran my fingers through her hair and now felt her every movement with my whole body. Excitement grew, the member filled with strength from her skillful passionate caresses, with every movement she managed to caress the head with her tongue. Then she left caressing the head and focused entirely on sucking the penis, squeezing her lips tighter and taking it deeper, greatly increasing the speed of her movements. What started out as a blowjob turned into intense face fucking.

 My whole body was on fire, I pulled my T-shirt over my head, she obviously took this as a signal for further action. Taking a break from the penis, innocently wiping the drool from her face with the back of her hand, she, like a real horsewoman, straddled me and, with a long sigh, helping herself with her hand, sat on my penis... wrapping it with the hot wet lips of her hungry slit. He easily entered her... right away, to the very base. She swayed from side to side, as if getting more comfortable. Then, throwing her hair back with a movement of her head, she rose, almost completely releasing the penis from herself, then sank again. Having repeated this movement several times, making me moan with pleasure, she, apparently having determined the desired amplitude, began rhythmic movements, groaning protractedly and loudly with each one. I, feeling her body for the first time, apparently under the influence of wine, unexpectedly said out loud: “Vita, honey, who’s fucking who?” She, with a short pause, exhaled and answered: “I, I, I am fucking you.” And then she repeated it again and again, increasing the pace more and more. Her nipples touched my chest, emotions went wild. I squeezed her breasts with my hands and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, continuing to hoarsely whisper her mantra “I, I, I, I’m fucking you, I...” In such a situation, her words affected me like dynamite. I, leaving her breasts, clasping her ass with my hands, and noting to myself how soft the skin on her ass was, lifting her then almost weightless body, began to drive my penis into her with a frenzy unusual for me. We quickly caught the general pace, and, having become one, we fucked like animals for several long seconds, not embarrassed by our moans. Saliva dripped from her parted mouth onto my chest, making intercourse even wilder. She wriggled her whole body, scratching my neck. Finally, Vita, clutching my shoulders with her nails, came, filling the room with an animal scream, and, trembling finely, sat down on the penis. I was still holding on. Enjoying her frank orgasm, I gently caressed her hot, gradually relaxing body, feeling how she was covered in sweat, which did not seem unpleasant to me, but turned me on even more. I could hardly restrain myself from further movements, allowing her to come to her senses. Vita, having finally stopped trembling, returned to reality again, giving me a kiss, no longer filled with passion, but simply with lust and shamelessness. She just licked my face like a dog, smearing me with her saliva. It was...strange, but nice. Kissing her, I was thinking about the next position, but Vita had her own scenario, in which my opinion was not taken into account. Kneeling down in front of me again, she, holding my penis in her palm, began to jerk it, gradually accelerating the pace, holding the head centimeters from her eagerly open mouth, sticking her tongue out far, and touching the penis with its very tip. After a few seconds, the pace went from fast to frantic. “Oh damn, like in cheap porn” - this is the last thing I had time to think before a wave of orgasm swept me away from this planet, and fountains of sperm began to hit Vitalina’s face and open mouth, who weakened but did not stop the movement of her hand. When I felt that she had finally let go of my penis, I sat up on the sofa, leaning my hands on it... I had a few delightful seconds to look at Vitalina. She was beautiful. Time seemed to stand still for her. With the now familiar absent expression on her face, her butt resting on her legs and her hands on her knees, she again looked through me. And I looked at her face and breasts, shining from my sperm in the uneven light of the candles. There was cum everywhere, even in my hair.. and one long drop crawled to the heart shaved on the pubic area, leaving a wet trail across the entire body. Apparently, Vita was holding her breath all this time. Finally, she exhaled noisily, with a sob, and leaned forward, burying her face, stained with sperm, into my stomach, continuing to breathe heavily directly into my body. My wet, exhausted member rested comfortably in the hollow between her breasts.

 I stroked her head for several minutes, reliving everything that happened and feeling how her breathing was becoming smoother and calmer. “I need to take a shower,” she said muffledly directly into my stomach and immediately stood up. Without even deigning to look at me, she picked up her robe from the floor and, without turning around, went into the bathroom.

 “Honey, would you like to take a shower together, it wouldn’t hurt me either?” - I looked into the bathroom, where Vita, in clouds of steam from obviously very hot water, stood under the shower, resting her hands on the wall. “There are wet wipes on a shelf in the hallway. You can take them. When I’m done, I need you to no longer be here." My playful mood immediately disappeared. I slammed the bathroom door, used some tissues, and, finishing my wine in one gulp, went home. Fatigue took its toll; I simply didn’t want to think about Vitalina’s mood changes. I collapsed on the bed and slept without dreams until the very moment the phone rang woke me up.

 “Hey….” - Vita spoke as if we were a couple who had simply not seen each other for a couple of days. I, having quickly recalled the whole picture of last night in my memory, answered dryly, but this did not bother her at all. She told me for a long time, about half an hour, some uninteresting details of her life, while I was thinking about how I should feel about her now. “So, will you come to me today? The children are staying with grandma for another day, so I’m waiting for you. Just come during the day, at 4 or 5 o’clock. I have work to do in the evening.” I automatically agreed, thinking to myself: “I wonder what kind of business you might have there?” After hanging up, he went to the shower, firmly deciding to sort everything out with Vita, and already at the beginning of five he stood on her doorstep.

 Vitalina behaved as if last night did not exist at all . Fresh, still in the same robe, he rushed around me, never ceasing to chirp about everything. In the end, I decided to take the initiative into my own hands. Vita was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, I sat in the same chair opposite. We were separated by a glass coffee table, traditionally laden with wine and fruit. “Vita, what happened yesterday?” - I tried to be calm. "What exactly?" - She looked at me innocently, tilting her head slightly. “Just don’t say that you don’t remember anything!” - I started to get angry. “Yes, I remember everything, we drank wine and then fucked,” she said it so calmly that I immediately lost all my ardor. “Is something wrong? Did you not like it?" - She thoughtfully twirled her hair on her finger. “No, it’s all like that...” - I couldn’t find the words - “But then, do you remember, in the end... you just kicked me out?” "And what?" - Vita nervously bit her lip “Were you counting on something else? Did you think we would hug like doves and sleep until the morning in my crib, and then we would live and live, grow old and die in one day?” - She laughed strangely and stared out the window with an absent look. “Well, no, of course not... there were no such thoughts... but still... she just sent me... that’s not how it’s done...” - I felt like I was losing this verbal duel and spoke uncertainly. “Listen...” - she slowly pronounced each word with emphasis - “We slept, or rather, we fucked. With you. Together. Everyone got what they wanted. Well, or almost like that. I finished, you finished. Then I didn’t need you anymore, I wanted to be left alone. It will always be this way. If you don’t like it, you can leave right now." I digested what I heard for a while, then got up from my chair. “Perhaps it’s not satisfactory, Vita. I will go. Just answer one question, and I’ll go.” “Okay, give me your question,” Vita exhaled, seemingly with some kind of relief. Taking a safer position, I moved to the edge of the sofa, away from the hostess, and asked: Tell me, why are you like this? After all, your mother, she was married for so many years, did you really miss Misha? It seems like we are always together... Well, they were...” I felt embarrassed and tried to find with my eyes the photos of him in black frames that used to be all over the apartment, even in the hallway... but I couldn’t find a single one.

 “What do you know about me, about Misha, what do you all know about me? Party people suck...” - She pulled out a thin cigarette from nowhere and, lighting it, leaned back in her chair. I had never seen her with a cigarette before. Strange, but this added eroticism to her image. “Misha... That Misha... doesn’t exist, and never existed. I cheated on him left and right, before and after the wedding. And even during. I have such a need, you know? Need. I fought as hard as I could, but I never conquered it in myself. Now there is no Misha, and I have no need to fight.” She flicked the ashes onto the table and blew a stream of smoke in my direction. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone anything. If you don’t want it, whatever you want.” I looked at her dumbfounded, but she seemed to have regained her usual composure and mood. I was turning over phrases in my head and couldn’t find anything suitable for the situation.. It was stupid to remain silent any longer and I blurted out what came to mind - “But you said that yesterday you and I got everything from sex, well, or almost everything... what is it?” Means?" She smiled and put out her cigarette.. “You see how it turns out…. I wanted to quarrel... and everything again comes down to one topic... I meant that if the next day you want me again... it means you haven’t received everything yet, I think so.” “Wait, you invited me yourself, I wasn’t going to go... it turns out... You didn’t get everything, right?”

 “Maybe...” she changed her position, now she was sitting with her legs slightly spread, her crotch was covered by the skirts of her robe.. “Maybe...” she repeated, and, fidgeting slightly on an armchair, pulled the hem of her robe to the sides, presenting to my gaze a heart shaved on the pubic area... and a slightly open slit... Memories of the previous night immediately deprived me of the remnants of logical thinking. I, as if on an invisible leash, returned to my chair and sat opposite her, not taking my eyes off the picture that opened to me, feeling an instant rush of blood to my penis. “Ah...” Vita smiled contentedly... “Someone has stopped being a good boy...” I, who no longer gave a damn what kind of boy I was, moved the coffee table to the side with a movement of my foot - it easily passed by wheels on the parquet - and now there was some meter of space between us. Vita, meanwhile, untied the knot on the belt of her robe, freed herself from it, and was now sitting completely naked, only the same gold chain with large links glittered at her waist. She fidgeted again, and without taking her eyes off me, in the brilliance of which lust began to arise again, she slowly spread her legs to the sides, placing them on the bolsters of the chair. Her slit opened a little more, and I realized that I no longer controlled myself.

 “Do you want Vita, mmm?” - she licked her lips carnivorously and ran her palm over her crotch, slightly pulling her labia up... I already felt completely dependent on her and was silent, not taking my eyes off this mesmerizing show. “Do you want Vita,” this time she said in the affirmative and plunged two fingers into her slit... then licked them, putting them deep in her mouth. The slit opened, revealing a pink womb glistening with moisture. The red winter sun was already setting and cast a special glow on the body of Vita, whose chair stood by the window, it seemed that I was simply the only spectator at some strange performance. I didn’t even notice how I got rid of my trousers and T-shirt, I was so fascinated by her performance - she plunged her fingers into herself again and again, each time more strongly and confidently... How I ended up on the floor in front of her, how her fingers got into my mouth... all this passed in a blur... Wild excitement took over me. It was even stronger than last night and completely deprived me of understanding what was happening.

 “Don’t touch the clitoris yet, don’t!” A loud voice brought me out of hypnosis, and I found myself greedily licking Vita’s slit. She crossed her legs on my back and clutched her fingers into the bolsters of the chair, moaning strangledly. “Yes like this so, below…. Here". I received instructions as the robot fulfilled her requests, but, as usual, she had her own plan for today. "So…. Stop.. stick your tongue out and don’t move... like thisyes.” I obeyed. She, slightly sliding from the chair and, as if hanging in the air, began to rub her lustful slit against my tongue, regulating the whole process with movements that were elusive to me. Asking the question “Who’s fucking who?” I didn’t do it this time, knowing the answer to it in advance. The process brought a lot of pleasure, but this time I decided to seize the initiative, fearing that she would cum and become a stranger again. I straightened up sharply and stood up to my full height, noticing the surprise that flashed in her eyes. The scene when Vita, in a strange suspended position, stared at the hard penis that suddenly appeared in front of her nose, did not last long. Realizing that she needed to pass on the initiative, she turned her back to me with the agility of a cat, arched her back, and I immediately entered her alluring slit, which I had just licked. She gasped and almost immediately began moving towards him. Remembering that Vita loves a high pace, I quickly adjusted to her movements, and quite quickly the feeling that we were a single organism covered us both again, throwing us out of reality for several minutes. Rhythmic movements and synchronized moans quickly brought orgasm closer. We, like two lustful animals, tried to squeeze everything out of this intercourse. The tenderness of the first minutes was forgotten... there was only a member, hammering the squelching womb of a hungry female.

 In the depths of my soul I already understood that I would never come here again, and today I would slam the door before they sent me away. Therefore, feeling that my mad female was about to cum, I pulled out of her, turned her face to me, holding her head, jerked my penis for several seconds until I finally came on Vita’s face. This time everything was different, no greedily open mouths and lust in the eyes. Both her mouth and eyes were tightly closed, and I simply covered her face with my sperm, thrust by thrust, leaving my farewell autograph on her. She just let me finish without taking part in the process.

 I let go of her head, she sank in the chair, without opening her mouth or eyes. I gathered my things in an armful and said goodbye from the corridor.

 We both knew that we would not see each other again. As Vita correctly said, people fuck until they get everything from each other. We finished it in two sessions. And although I did not delete her number, in all the years that have passed since this meeting, she has never written to me.

 

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[Fargal94]

Beautifully written and described.
We will never fully understand women(