Book lover
At a time when fiction was in short supply, a woman named Verochka Izmailova worked as the manager of the bookshop in our garrison. Her husband was a squadron commander and spent whole days at the airfield. To keep his little wife from getting bored, he got her a job at the shop. Tall, fair-haired, and very pretty Verochka, despite being thirty-two, was a tasty morsel not only for the aging pilots but also for the younger ones. I myself dropped by the shop more than once just because, without any desire to buy anything, especially since the selection wasn't great back then, but Verochka...
Somehow it just happened that we got acquainted. And,
when I found out that the command didn't always allocate her a car to pick up books from the warehouses in the capital, I decided to step in right away. I had several cars, two even with covered beds, so I could easily send one to the warehouses, especially since it was only needed once a week. In return, I could, as the first visitor, pick something from the delivered batch. This suited us both, and for me, the communication with a beautiful young woman was a bonus. However, the thought of how to get to know her better kept spinning in my head relentlessly. Once after her return, I dropped by the shop and found Verochka in the company of two women. They were drinking champagne, eating it with chocolate."Come in, Sasha," Verochka smiled at me warmly. "Meet my friends. Have a drink with us."
Refusing would have been a sin. Apologizing, I left their company for a couple of minutes to return with two bottles of cognac bought at the neighboring store. Locking the door, I placed the bottles on the table, which was met with enthusiastic exclamations from the ladies present. That time we drank well.
There was nothing to snack on except candies, so the ladies got tipsy quickly, which didn't stop Verochka from pulling out a flask of pure alcohol at the end. Izmailova's girlfriends were a match for her—both pretty, around the same age, and, as it turned out, they were wives of pilots from the same squadron. We had a great time. By the way, I never did find out the occasion. One thing stuck in my memory. When I slipped out to the store for cigarettes and then returned, I caught part of a conversation the girlfriends were having among themselves.
"...he's hot. Haven't you fucked him yet?"
"Get lost, Nadka. We have a purely business relationship," came Verochka's reply. "Although..." Then she noticed me and fell silent.
Most likely, they were talking about me. Pity there was no continuation. That day I walked Verochka to her house, finding out along the way where she lived. Her legs were a bit unsteady and she kept grabbing my sleeve. Holding her, I accidentally pressed against her body, feeling its firmness. And in the stairwell, when she stumbled, I practically grabbed her tempting curves and at that moment felt such a surge of desire that I could barely stand myself. At parting, I pecked Verochka on her cognac-scented lips and tried to invite myself for coffee, but got a polite refusal.
"My daughter is at home," Verochka whispered, "and anyway, don't think I'm that kind of..."
I didn't believe her words and the thought of somehow taking possession of her well-groomed, divine body on some occasion firmly lodged itself in my head, but no more convenient opportunities seemed to come up. I hinted several times that I wouldn't mind getting to know her better in an intimate setting, but each time she brushed it off with a joke, smiled coquettishly, and started talking about what a good husband she had and how much she loved him. Usually, she went to the capital with my driver, Aivaz.
We had a whole settlement in our town, either Turks or Kurds, and one of them worked for me. A short guy with distinctive features, a big nose, and an equally big dick. Once, we stopped by the river while returning from a trip. We decided to take a dip. That's when I was quite surprised by the size of his penis. He hadn't brought swim trunks and swam naked. His circumcised cock, even in a flaccid state, was impressive. I even joked with him, saying that with such a tool he must be popular with women. Lowering his brown eyes, he reported with a smirk that no one had ever complained, especially the officers' wives from the town.
Another time, it was a Tuesday, Verochka went with him to the capital. I was also there that day, but in my own car. Returning home, about twenty kilometers short of the town, I suddenly spotted Aivaz's truck off the highway. It was parked at the turn of a dirt road near a small grove. I didn't see anyone nearby. Assuming a possible breakdown, I turned towards it. The cab was empty, the bed covered with a tarp. Where had they gone? After loitering a bit, I was about to drive on when suddenly a drawn-out moan reached me from the direction of the grove. Intrigued, hiding behind bushes, I slowly moved that way. Honestly, I already guessed what I might see, but still doubted it. Could such a virtuous woman as Verochka Izmailova have taken to debauchery? And with whom?
Trying not to make noise, I crept through the bushes and in a small clearing saw exactly what I feared. Aivaz's swarthy, hairy butt was moving rhythmically, positioned between Verochka's spread thighs. His impressive cock dove in and out of her vagina, eliciting lustful moans from its owner. They were so engrossed in each other that they didn't even notice me approaching. After watching this scene for a couple of minutes, I turned and was about to leave when suddenly Verochka's intermittent whisper reached me.
"Don't cum there, Alik! I asked you."
Turning back, I could observe as the obedient "Alik," pulling his cock out of her hole, shoved it into Verochka's wide-open mouth. Smacking with pleasure, she wrapped both hands around it, began licking the crimson head with her tongue, and then took the entire load of Turkish semen into herself. Still trying not to make noise, I returned to the car and drove onto the road. Well, "Alik"—just you wait!
"We're later than usual today," she said, as if apologizing. "Something's wrong with the car," she lied immediately.
"It happens," I nodded, peering into her face and trying to spot traces of vice on it. "I'll go, I won't take anything today," I added, having found nothing. "I'll drop by in the morning."
The next day, even before the shop opened, I lay in wait for Verochka, waited until she opened up, and followed her in.
"You're so early?" she was surprised, watching me bolt the door behind me. "Did something happen?"
"Something happened," I forced out, trying to fight the arousal.
All last evening and half the night I had thought only about how I would fuck her right on the shop floor. Now nothing could stop me. Verochka was just bending over packs of books laid out on the floor, selecting something. I came up behind her closely, bent down, and slipping my hands under her armpits, cupped her breasts with my palms. She jerked in surprise, tried to break free, but I was relentless. We straightened up simultaneously, her round butt pressing against my crotch.
"Sanya, what are you doing?" she tried to stop me.
"So this is how we guard marital fidelity?" I breathed into the back of her head, hiking her skirt up to her waist in one motion.
She froze, digesting what she heard, which gave me the chance to pull her panties down too. My cock sprang free as soon as I unzipped my trousers. Pushing Verochka towards the counter, I made her lean on it with her hands and at the same moment plunged my desire-hardened cock into her hole. She didn't even have time to gasp before I invaded her womb, pushing my hero in with difficulty.
Trying to resist, she, on the contrary, helped me penetrate even deeper, and after that she stopped jerking, resigned to defeat. Spreading her legs wider, she even began to sway in time with my thrusts, lowering her head ever closer to the plastic surface of the counter. The appetizing ass, the very unusualness of the setting, contributed to the fact that within a few minutes I spilled the accumulated nectar into Verochka's yielding womb. Clutching the woman's thighs with my hands, I froze, feeling the responsive reaction of her body.
"Why did you do that?" Verochka raised offended eyes at me, pulling up her panties and straightening her skirt.
"What? Didn't you like it?" I pretended to be surprised, reaching for her lips. "Was it better yesterday?"
Remembering yesterday's scene, I changed my mind about kissing her lips, which yesterday had taken Aivaz's cock. At my words, Verochka flinched, staring at me in fright. Without a word, I zipped up my trousers and left the shop, feeling like a real victor.
Two weeks passed, during which she didn't call or ask for a car. By the way, a couple of days after the incident, I fired Aivaz under a plausible pretext. Now an older guy was behind the wheel, with whom she had no chance of anything happening. On Friday evening, when, as I found out, Verochka's husband was at the airfield, I headed to her place—to make peace.
Taking a bottle of cognac and a box of chocolates, I ran up the stairs and pressed the doorbell. The door didn't open for a long time, and I was about to leave when suddenly the lock clicked, and Verochka appeared before me. She was in a bathrobe with a towel on her head, wrapped like a turban.
"You?" she was taken aback for a moment.
"Came to make peace," I breathed out, pushing her back from the threshold and entering the apartment.
A divine aroma of a freshly washed female body emanated from her, and she seemed to glow in her beauty. Closing the door, I put what I brought on a shelf and hugged the woman frozen in fright. Under the robe, she clearly had nothing on. Pulling the yielding body to me, I fastened onto her lips with a greedy kiss. A minute later she went limp in my arms but kept whispering something about her husband returning soon, her daughter...
The colorful robe fell at her feet, followed by the damp towel onto the floor. Scooping Verochka up in my arms, I entered the room that apparently served as the living room. Gently laying my burden on the sofa, I quickly freed myself from my clothes, remaining only in my underwear. All this time, Verochka, propping her head with her hand, studied me appraisingly, as if weighing whether I deserved her favor.
Apparently, she was pleased with what she saw, because who wouldn't like a thirty-year-old man with a well-developed athletic build and a decent penis straining his underwear from barely restrained desire. Bending over the frozen blonde, I began methodically kissing her body, starting with the hemispheres of her breasts and gradually moving lower and lower. Under my caresses, Verochka's legs spread apart, revealing a golden triangle of curly hair, the pink, slightly swollen lips of her vagina.
Helping myself with my hand, I pressed my lips to them, parting the tender flesh with my tongue. Verochka moaned, arching her whole body, then, placing her palms on the back of my head, literally pushed my head into her. She came literally within a couple of minutes. I understood this from the tremors that shook her body and from how her grip weakened helplessly. Breaking free from the sweet captivity, I pulled down my underwear and hovered over Verochka's head, swaying my swollen cock. A lively spark flashed in her passion-clouded eyes. Parting her lips slightly, she licked the head with her pink tongue, then again and again. A hand came to life, long, well-groomed fingers wrapped around my cock, pulled it towards her.
Hot breath scorched the head of my cock, which immediately disappeared into her mouth. Having surrendered my hero to be devoured, I slipped my right hand between the goddess's legs, rapturously plunging my fingers into the hot womb. Smacking with pleasure, purring like a cat, Verochka greedily sucked my cock, now taking it deep into her throat, now releasing it and admiring her work. Feeling a real surge of strength, I lowered myself onto the fragrant body, spread her thighs with my knee, and, placing the head of my cock against the clinging lips of her vagina, pushed sharply.
She only gasped when my cock entered her to its full depth at once. Suppressing a convulsive sigh, Verochka wrapped her arms around my buttocks and pushed upwards, opening herself completely. Her whole body writhed beneath me, trembled in sensual exhaustion, responded to the thrusts I delivered, piercing her essence with my cock. Mutual orgasm washed over us unexpectedly. Biting her lips with mine, I came right inside her, feeling how her body trembled, vibrated in a responsive surge. We lay for a few minutes, resting.
"I lied to you," Verochka whispered. "Kolya is on duty today, and Natashka is sleeping over at her mom's."
Her fingers reached for my cock, her tongue licked my earlobe. I never made it home that day.
SAS