Expectations vs. Reality
Moscow, summer, heat... My wife and child have been in the village for 2 months already, I only see them on weekends. The sex with my wife on weekends is quite enough to not feel unsatisfied during the weekdays. By the way, my wife, already on Friday evening, being in a relaxed mood and a bit tipsy, wants me either in the house or on a haystack, and once she started unbuttoning my jeans right in front of her girlfriends when they were celebrating a birthday in the gazebo on the property... but that's another story.
Thursday evening, home, snacks, TV... It was around 10 PM. A call on my mobile — my wife's friend. Well, friend? — our kids go to the same group
of kindergarten, we live in neighboring houses, sometimes we all go for walks together in the evenings, sometimes we visit each other for tea. "Hello," I say with some surprise. "Hello," I hear a familiar voice on the phone. "Listen, I've stayed late at work — we have a birthday party here. Could you meet me at the metro in an hour — it will be too late to walk alone, and Kostya is at a site for a week." Realizing from her voice that Oksana had had a good time and might lose track of time — I asked her to call when she was entering the metro. My wild imagination started playing in my head and somehow I realized I had gotten aroused from talking to her and from the subsequent thoughts. Oksana, to me, was completely ordinary, unremarkable — a dyed blonde, shoulder-length hair, quite thin, average height, her face somewhat reminiscent of an anime character, and on top of that — I had never seen her wearing makeup. Her sweaters were usually not tight-fitting, without suggestive necklines, and I couldn't imagine what her breasts were like... Instead of a call, after about 20 minutes I got an SMS with the word "Entering." And another half hour later I was standing at the metro, wondering what state Oksana would be in after the train ride.A few minutes later, I was in for a letdown. Oksana came out of the metro, holding onto some guy's arm, presumably a colleague. Even then, in the light of the street lamps, I realized she was very drunk. "Well, hello," I said, slightly irritated, as I had expected to see Oksana alone, and at least to walk her home one-on-one. But the subsequent course of events pleased me, because Oksana, seeing me, smiled and, taking a breath of fresh night air, said, "Phew, we made it," and took my arm. "Thanks for seeing her off," I unexpectedly blurted out to Oksana's companion. "Anytime," he threw out the phrase, turned around, and went back into the subway. I don't know how disappointed he was, but the two of us walked along the empty streets towards our houses. Oksana clearly needed my support, partly because of her heels, and didn't let go of my arm. "I'm really something today... Wooohhh," she said cheerfully and with a smile. The fresh air did her good, and I thought she wasn't completely wasted, as it seemed at first. Halfway there, we stopped, I took out a cigarette and lit up. In the lamplight, I looked Oksana over. A white shirt, a jacket, a skirt just above the knees, low-heeled shoes, and makeup. Of course, it was hard to see anything in the dark, but the painted lips and lined eyes definitely made her look prettier. We walked on, and she told me that her daughter Varya was on vacation with her grandmother in the south, that Kostya was often at work, so she decided to stay out longer with her colleagues. Closer to her house, I thought it would be good to find out how receptive she was to me, put my arm around her waist — she's drunk anyway, and if she doesn't like it, I can easily convince her she misunderstood. I said to her: "Maybe it'll be easier to walk like this?" She also put her arm around my waist and said she liked it that way. I started to act further and lowered my hand, lightly touching her ass, and heard from her, "I really like that." Well, that's it, she's mine — such thoughts were swirling in my head. I'm writing the script for our encounter with her, guiding her in the right direction, and she seems to agree to everything.
There was a slight hitch at the apartment, as Oksana fumbled in her bag for a long time looking for her keys. To speed up the process, I offered my help in opening the door. Oksana stood nearby, swaying slightly. "Phew, finally," she exhaled when we were inside the apartment. "Good thing you got here without any adventures! Who do you have to thank?" I asked, clearly hinting for praise. "You," Oksana exhaled alcohol fumes into me, put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing. I let my hands roam freely, embracing her back, then my hands moved to her ass, then I squeezed her breasts through her shirt and bra. She kissed so passionately, as if she were very hungry for kisses. "I need to use the bathroom," Oksana announced in a not very lively voice, kicked off her shoes, and went to the bathroom, and soon I heard the sound of running water. Mentally, I imagined that I would now go in to her, as if to wash my hands, how she would stop me, start unbuckling my belt, jeans, pull down my underwear, and give me a blowjob while sitting on the toilet... But I didn't dare interrupt her time in the bathroom.
When she came out, she announced she wanted to make coffee. In the kitchen, I realized Oksana was really out of it and wouldn't be able to manage on her own, as she mindlessly opened and closed cabinets. "Let me handle things here, and you go change, okay?" I suggested. Oksana wordlessly went to the room, running her hand over my chest. And I started looking for coffee and something to brew it in. I imagined that soon Oksana would appear in the kitchen in a nightgown, maybe in panties and a bra, or maybe in nothing at all... I imagined finally touching her tits not through a shirt. I imagined her getting to my dick, would she suck it? Or just squeeze it with her hands?... Coffee, cream, a little sugar — and here I am, proud of myself, coming out of the kitchen with a mug of aromatic drink, walking through the hallway and... in the light of the lamp, I see — a body lying on the bed in the room... shamelessly naked... and peacefully snoring... I was in shock! "How can this be? This can't be! How could I? How could she? How is this even possible? Well, I screwed up! Loser!" I sat down on a chair next to the bed and started looking at the peacefully sleeping Oksana. A sip of coffee, another, and I decided to comfort myself. What else was left for me?
I didn't dare wake her, as I didn't know her character and couldn't imagine what she might say to me in the morning. What if she felt humiliated that I took advantage of her incoherent state? And besides, fucking a sleeping body, with no spirit left in it, which wouldn't moan or caress me — I saw no point in that. Standing over her body, I greedily examined all her private parts. Her pubic area was shaved and beckoned me, but I had already decided not to penetrate her. Neat breasts looked gorgeous, slightly spread out on her back-lying body. I stood there and jerked my dick. Her mouth was slightly open, and quiet breathing came from it. Soon I came on her thigh and then wiped the cum off with a sheet. I sat, finished my coffee, I felt good — I had experienced a storm of emotions that evening, I could control a woman's behavior in the way I needed. Well, and the fact that she fell asleep so treacherously — well, it happens, I thought. And on top of everything — I did get satisfaction! "It turned out pretty cool after all," I smirked. Getting ready to leave, I remembered that their door only locks with a key and can't be automatically locked from the outside. I'll have to stay — she's on the first floor, it's not good to leave the apartment open. I lay down on the sofa on the opposite side from the bed where Oksana was sleeping, my dick pleasantly tingled, and I soon fell asleep.
Waking up in the morning to my alarm, I went to make myself some delicious coffee. Unexpectedly for me, Oksana timidly peeked into the kitchen, shyly covering herself with a blanket. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I smiled back at her. "Did we...?" she asked timidly. "No," and after a short pause, I added: "Although I really wanted to," and looked into her eyes. "Thank you," Oksana said and went to the bathroom. I drank my coffee, soon I was ready to go home for my things and head to work, but I had to wait, as Oksana came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a white terry robe, the belt tied, she had clearly freshened up her makeup and looked quite lively. "Coffee?" I asked and handed her my mug. She took a couple of sips, untied the robe's belt, revealing her breasts a bit, and then squatted down next to me. Pleasant excitement immediately washed over me in a wave. With joint efforts, we took off my jeans and underwear, and Oksana immediately started sucking the head of my dick. It seemed to me that she didn't really like giving blowjobs, as she didn't even attempt to take it deeper.
Indeed, after dutifully giving me pleasant sensations, she stood up and took a condom out of her pocket. Placing it on the table, she looked at me. I could no longer control myself — instincts took over. I took off my T-shirt, and Oksana threw off her robe, leaned her hands on the table, spread her legs... I entered her, squeezing her ass with my hands. Oksana's wet pussy didn't resist my dick. She lay her chest on the table and enjoyed the process, spreading her arms out on the table. No words like "Enter me, Faster, Harder," no cries, only breathing escaped Oksana's lips. To somehow spice up the sex, I slipped my hands under her breasts and lifted her body off the table. I squeezed and pulled her nipples as fast as I could while pounding her. Soon I realized that orgasm was near and started growling and thrusting my dick into Oksana as deep and fast as possible. She, apparently feeling the same, started moaning louder, and soon I felt her start to wiggle her ass and squeeze her legs tightly. I came too, finally letting go of her nipples and grabbing her by the waist. After my dick started to go soft, I pulled it out, Oksana turned to me and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you," she said, breathing heavily. "You too," I replied. "I'm going home to get ready for work." "I should get going too." We said goodbye, I walked down the street thinking that this was one of those cases where the anticipation and fantasies about sex were much more interesting than the reality. "Well, it's okay, Oksanochka, we'll work on this together, be sure of that!"