Interlude

My car was towed to the service station today for a minor repair, the driver of the company Mercedes asked for time off for personal matters, and I, having finished work, decided to shake off the old days: to get home by public transport.

with glints of antique bronze in the mass of her chestnut hair. Eyebrows like arrows, a small elegant nose, full sensual lips, a straight chin, a long neck, the kind they call a "swan's neck." Her dense matte skin seemed to glow from within.

What attracts me most in a woman's figure are the breasts and the ass. The girl was fine in that department too. High breasts, as I determined, a third size, below a thin waist accentuated by a tight-fitting Armani tank top. Steep hips. Her ass absolutely delighted me. It was one of those they call a "Brazilian butt": right after the waist and lower back rose full, rounded buttocks, transitioning below into long, slender legs. Both the ass and legs were easy to see under the tight-fitting trousers. Lovers of idiotic beauty contests might say her legs were slightly too full. Nonsense! Such a magnificent ass cannot be supported by thin little legs. And full thighs just beg to be between them. The image was completed by the indispensable attribute of modern girls — towering stiletto heels.

"And what is such a beauty doing on public transport?" I thought. "She should be riding in a limousine."

And I answered myself: "And what are you doing here? A hotshot businessman, it seems, shouldn't be hanging around on trolleybuses either. Who knows what the circumstances are."

I, like the other men on the trolleybus, was rather brazenly looking at the girl. Obviously sensing my persistent gaze, she looked at me. I read the expression in her brown eyes with a golden tint: bold and at the same time languid, as they say, with a veil, which so attracts us men. And also, there was no rebuff in her eyes: like, what are you staring at. Having made up my mind, I approached the girl and said:

— You are so beautiful that I passionately want to get to know you.

— "Passionately" — how is that? — she asked with a smile that revealed even, shiny teeth.

— So much so that if we don't get acquainted, I'll die right here on this spot.

— Let's not have that. I really don't like corpses. Let's get acquainted. Sofia.

— I'm Konstantin.

I put my hand on her thigh and met no resistance.

— You know, Sonya, my stop is next. I suggest we get off together and go to my place.

The girl looked long and intently into my face. Finally, she said:

— Well, okay, let's try.

It was only about a three-minute walk from the stop to my house. I put my hand on Sonya's waist and felt her hips sway with every step. This turned me on, and I felt my member gradually getting aroused. Amazing: under similar circumstances, my penis last played "up" in my teenage years.

We entered the building and took the elevator to the top floor. I opened the door, and the girl stepped over the threshold.

— There's a feminine spirit here, it smells of a lady, — she said, looking around the hall. And I thought:

"Wow, the girl is familiar with Pushkin! That's already good!" And out loud I said:

— The spirit of my wife hasn't aired out yet. We only divorced three months ago.

— Did she leave for another man?

— No, we just had a falling out, started irritating each other.

— And where did she vanish to?

— During the divorce, I offered her a choice: this apartment or a country cottage. She preferred the cottage, lives there.

I came right up to the girl and hugged her around the waist, placing my palms on her firm buttocks. But she pulled away:

— What, are you in a big hurry?

— No, I'm absolutely free until tomorrow morning.

— Then let's not rush, sex doesn't tolerate that. First, we both need to take a shower — we were rubbing against who knows who on the bus. And actually, you urgently need to relieve the tension.

She looked expressively at the fly of my trousers, which were almost bursting under the pressure of my erect member.

— Where's the bathroom? — Sonya asked.

— Down the hall, second door on the left. You'll find everything you need there. Clean towels on the shelf.

Sofia left.

I stood for a couple of seconds in thought, then went to the medicine cabinet and took a Viagra pill. No, I've never complained about potency, but this adventure threatened to become very unusual. Who is she? Doesn't look like a patent prostitute at all — they behave differently. At the same time, she practically didn't hesitate to agree to come to a strange man's house and was the first to talk about sex. What lies behind this?

However, I need to act, not indulge in reflection.

I quickly stripped off all my clothes and entered the bathroom. Sonya was standing under the shower streams with her eyes closed. Yes, my first observations in the bus salon didn't deceive me. Her figure was perfection itself.

I stood next to her face to face. And I did something I didn't expect from myself. Actually, I'm not very fond of caressing women with my mouth below the waist. But here it was as if some force pushed me to fall to my knees and bury my lips in her crotch. I sucked her labia into my mouth, trying to penetrate her slit as deeply as possible with my tongue. I sucked on her clitoris, squeezed it with my teeth, released it, and sucked it into my mouth again. The girl began to tremble slightly, spread her legs wider so it would be easier for me to caress her. The first drops of her juice got into my mouth. I continued diligently caressing her crotch, burying my nose in her vagina. At the same time, I kneaded her firm buttocks with my hands. I inhaled her scent, I really liked it and it turned me on even more. Sonya began to moan, her trembling becoming more pronounced. Soon my whole face was covered in her secretions. My tongue rotated like a propeller. And then she gasped and cried out in a full voice: "A-a-a-ah." A spasm passed through her body, she squeezed her legs tightly, almost crushing my head between her full thighs, and sank weakly to the floor. I was proud of myself: with just my mouth, I brought the girl to orgasm. Well done!

Sofia lay on the floor, gradually caught her breath, sat up, took my member in her hand and said:

— I owe you one.

She got on her knees and licked the head. Ran her tongue along the entire shaft, swallowed my balls and held them in her mouth, working them with her tongue. Then she took my nineteen-centimeter cock into her mouth and took it all the way in. I felt the head enter her throat. And no gag reflex. This is a master class! Her head bobbed up and down over my hips, her full lips jerked the phallus, and I was in bliss. I really love blowjobs, especially in such amazing execution. My dick literally melted in her mouth, remaining hard as stone.

It was clear that she herself was enjoying the process. She even purred with pleasure, not letting the cock out of her mouth, squirmed her legs on the floor and writhed her whole body. I felt the approach of orgasm.

— I'm going to cum soon, — I said.

The girl released the cock from her mouth:

— Wait, darling! Not now and not here. Let's go to the bedroom.

I picked her up in my arms (she turned out to be quite heavy) and carried her to the bed, which my wife and I, due to its size, called the sexodrome. While I was carrying her, Sonya planted a kiss on my lips. Our tongues intertwined, parted, exploring every millimeter of each other's mouth, and I regretted that my tongue was so short and couldn't reach her throat.

As soon as we reached the bed, Sofia pushed me onto my back and began to caress my whole body with her hands and lips. From lips and throat she descended lower and reached my toes. She sucked on each one. Took them into her mouth and sucked them one by one, as if they were little phalluses. I had never experienced anything like it before. A new wave of bliss washed over me, I grabbed the girl, threw her back onto the pillow and literally burst into her slit with the full length of my cock. She just gasped and began to move in rhythm with my thrusts. I sped up, then slowed down the pace of intercourse, and she instantly adapted to the new rhythm of movements, as if we were one. I pounded her vagina with all my might, reaching her uterus with the tip of my cock, and she, unrestrained, cried out louder and louder. The muscles of her vagina rhythmically squeezed my dick, as if massaging it. And then — a new wave of spasms, and her drawn-out moan, a weak sigh. How I love it when my woman orgasms! But I was still fine. Apparently, the Viagra advertisement doesn't lie.

I lay down next to her, face to face, sucked on her sensual lips, then asked:

— You probably need to rest.

— What are you talking about! — she objected, — I've only had two orgasms. Was it worth getting off the trolleybus for that?"

"Well, well," I thought, "what a woman!"

And Sonya got on the bed on all fours and asked:

— Please, take me from behind.

I don't need much convincing for that, I myself extremely love that method of intercourse. For such cases, I have a special gel stashed away. I lubricated Sonya's anus with it, penetrating quite deeply first with one, then two fingers, then my cock. I placed the head against her anus, pressed carefully, the cock entered the hole quite easily. It felt like I wasn't the first one here.

— Be braver, — Sonya said, — all the painful sensations passed long ago.

And I drove my cock into her ass all the way to the balls and began to pump. The walls of the narrow passage squeezed the phallus very tightly, which extremely heightened the pleasant sensations. Sonya began to moan and cry out even louder, apparently such fucking gave her more pleasure than traditional sex and blowjobs. After a few minutes she literally screamed:

— Kostik, come on, come on! Deeper! Fuck me like the last whore! I am your whore! Fuck me, fuck me! Tear me apart with your dick!

The swearing coming from such tender lips drove me to oblivion, and I was approaching orgasm.

And then Sonya's last cry: "A-a-a-ah," and she convulsed. At the same moment, I came too. Exhausted, we fell onto the bed. I looked at her. I must say that even a luxurious woman in the paroxysm of passion is not so beautiful. Rather, majestic, like a manifestation of Nature itself. A sweaty body glistens, a twisted mouth grimaces in orgasm, thick lips have sticky saliva of lust that she doesn't have time to swallow. And still she is beautiful.

Sonya was the first to come to her senses:

— Do you have something to drink?

— Of course. Let's go to the living room.

She pulled on my T-shirt, which looked like a short nightgown on her, I wrapped myself in a towel, and in that state, hugging, we moved to the living room.

— What do you want to drink? — I asked.

— Do you have any Caucasian wines?

— Yes, — I answered proudly, — friends from Tbilisi sent some recently. Which wine specifically do you like?

— It would be a surprise if you had "Khvanchkara".

— The surprise happened.

I took a bottle of "Khvanchkara" from the huge bar. For myself, remembering that cognac promotes potency, I poured "Dvin". I poured the drinks into glasses. I didn't skimp on the cognac for myself, to finally relax.

— Well, to our acquaintance!

We drank, savoring it. Moreover, she, without any affectation, finished her glass to the bottom. We snacked on fruit from the vase on the table.

— As they say, between the first and second you can drink a whole seven.

I poured a second glass.

— Let's drink to brotherhood. Even with some delay, but let's cement what we've achieved.

We drank arm in arm and merged in a passionate kiss. She did it so skillfully that my head spun.

— By tradition, the third glass is for love. Do you love anyone?

— At this moment I love you. And that's enough.

We drank, comfortably settled in the armchairs. And I asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue for a long time:

— Sophie, tell me, please, if it's not a secret, of course, who are you? You don't look like a prostitute, yet you agreed to go to the house of a practically strange man.

— And what, are you such an observer of old-fashioned morals? I went because I liked you right away. There's a certain charm and attractiveness about you. I think I wasn't mistaken.

— And do you often take such risks?

— Honestly?

— Honestly.

— Today is the first time. I'm a fairly sensible person. You simply bewitched me. And actually, I'm just a woman who really loves to have sex and does it at every opportunity. No, don't think, I'm not a nymphomaniac, at work they even consider me an inaccessible woman, but I love to fuck full throttle.

— And where, by the way, do you work?

— I head the legal department at a large construction company. But in our case, it doesn't matter at all. Do you want me to tell you how I got hooked on sex?

— I'll listen with great interest.

— Then listen. I developed early. At 18, I had a child's face, but a figure practically the same as now. The boys drooled, but I wasn't interested in them. Like all girls, I dreamed of a prince. At night, masturbating in my girl's bed, I imagined how we would do it like adults. In the eighth grade, a new teacher of Russian language and literature came to us. A young guy, with a good figure and a handsome face. As usual in such cases, the girls all fell in love with him. I didn't escape this fate either. Andrey Nikolaevich or just Andryusha, as we called him among ourselves, often invited students for extra classes at his home, fortunately he lived not far from the school. One day in class, I got confused in conjugating irregular verbs, and Andryusha suggested I come to his place after school to study Russian. I came. Andrey gallantly helped me take off my coat. Offered to have tea or coffee before the lesson. I chose coffee. While drinking it, Andryusha asked:

— Maybe some champagne?

I agreed. We drank a couple of glasses each, and I got dizzy from the unfamiliarity. Andrey lifted me from