Beautiful evening

A beautiful evening. It's spring 2007. The sun is setting. The city is covered in a crimson veil. There aren't many people on the street, as it was a day off. I was driving leisurely in my car, looking at the sidewalk and the pedestrians. A married couple is strolling, a pretty girl walks by, clicking her heels. And I see a familiar silhouette. It's a woman, she's 49 years old, with a slender body, a beautiful hairstyle on her head (a pity it's a wig, but I like it), beautiful slender legs. She was wearing a coat, a black skirt below the knee, shoes also black with heels, flesh-colored tights. It's Lyudmila Nikolaevna.

Lyudmila Nikolaevna works at the school I graduated from five years

ago. When I was a student, she was first an English teacher, later she got the position of deputy headmistress. She was my homeroom teacher. I always enjoyed being in her class because Lyudmila was a beautiful woman with a ringing, sweet voice. I attended all her extra classes and each time admired my homeroom teacher. She is married and has two children, a son and a daughter.

I slowed down, opened the window, and shouted: "Lyudmila Nikolaevna!"

She looked, and her serious expression was erased by a smile. I waved my hand, she walked to the car, I opened the door and she sat next to me. I immediately felt the scent of her perfume. She was fresh, spring-like, walking home. I offered her a ride. On the way, we exchanged a few phrases and quickly reached her building entrance.

Before getting out, Lyudmila looked at me, smiled, and said: "Come on up to my place for tea."

I was very happy with this offer; I had long dreamed of having tea with Lyudmila Nikolaevna. We quickly parked the car and soon we were entering the building. On the way to her apartment, I found out that no one was home. The children work in another city, and her husband is away. We would be alone in a three-room apartment.

Lyudmila opened the door, quickly took off her shoes and coat, and invited me in. I also took off my shoes and jacket, and we went to the kitchen. She put on the kettle, got out cookies, mugs. We started talking. Lyuda didn't change into home clothes; she sat opposite me, smiling, and we had a pleasant conversation over tea. The topics of our conversation became more and more frank, intimate, and finally, I confessed that I had liked Lyudmila as a woman for a long time. That even back in school, I admired her figure, her legs. When we were alone during extra classes, my breath would catch because I was sitting next to her.

She liked this confession, and Lyuda sat next to me. She took my hand and offered champagne. Even though I was driving, at that moment I was completely under Lyudmila Nikolaevna's spell; I agreed to everything.

Lyudmila went to the living room and brought a bottle of Soviet semi-dry champagne. As a sign that I liked Lyudmila Nikolaevna and to celebrate our new relationship, I suggested drinking champagne from her shoe. She said nothing, smiled, and went to the hallway. She returned in the black shoes she had arrived in, with medium heels, and sat next to me on a stool. I uncorked the bottle and poured champagne into her glass. I knelt before her and took the shoe off her right foot. The shoe wasn't new, as the insole inside was well-worn. It smelled of leather and feet; I liked this smell.

I poured champagne into the shoe. I made a toast to Lyudmila Nikolaevna, to her legs and shoes. I brought the shoe to my lips, heel first, and drank everything in it in one gulp. The taste of the champagne changed, the smells mixed; it was an unusual, tasty drink. In the end, a few grains of sand remained in my mouth, which only reminded me that Lyudmila walks the streets in these shoes. I started putting the size 40 shoe back on her beautiful foot. She moved her foot away, not letting me put the shoe on, and said to put it aside, pour more champagne, and extended her left foot to me. Kneeling, I took her glass, topped it up with the sparkling drink, and for myself, I took off her other shoe; it was warm from her foot. I poured champagne into it. This time, she made the toast. We drank to me, to my obedience, to her attitude towards me. So we drank two bottles of champagne. I knelt before her, washing first her left, then her right shoe.

When the second bottle was finished, I offered to give her a foot massage. She really liked this suggestion, and we moved to her bedroom.

In the middle stood a double bed; there was a TV in the room. As soon as we entered, Lyuda turned on the TV and lay down in the center of the bed. I sat at her feet. I started massaging her soles, heels, toes. This aroused me. I kissed her left heel, then ran my tongue along her sole and touched each toe with my lips. She was very pleased. But since she was wearing tights, the massage didn't give her full pleasure. I suggested taking off the tights. Lyuda said I should do it myself. I reached under her skirt with my hands, but to get to the edge of the tights, I had to unzip the skirt. The tights slowly slid off her beautiful smooth legs. I threw them aside. I started kissing, licking her soles, her heels. Sucking each toe. I really liked the taste of her feet; they were slightly bitter with a hint of sourness.

Lyuda lay there enjoying it. With kisses, I started moving up her left leg. As soon as I reached her knees, Lyudmila moved her leg away and told me to undress. I stood next to the bed. I took off my shirt quite quickly, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, took off my socks; everything lay in a pile. I stood in just my underwear before the woman, and what she saw, looking at my underwear, indicated that I really liked Lyuda. I pulled down my underwear and threw it into the pile of my clothes. Lyudmila got up from the bed, grabbed my penis, pulled me to her, and we started kissing passionately. Amidst the kissing and licking, I took off her blouse, unhooked her bra; it was black, made of lace. I started kissing her neck; Lyuda threw her head back and lay on her back. I descended to her breasts. Her breasts were saggy and small; it was clear she had breastfed two children, but I liked it all. I licked each nipple, sucked on them; it was very pleasant and tasty. And I started descending with kisses lower. She had good abs.

I licked her belly and dove my tongue into her navel. To go further down, her skirt was in the way. I took the edges of the skirt; Lyudmila immediately lifted her butt, and the skirt slipped off her in an instant. She remained in black panties, and the white edges of a daily pad peeked out from underneath. I took the edges of her panties, and her butt quickly lifted. The panties slowly slid down her legs. Lyudmila lay back comfortably on her back, legs spread wide and bent at the knees. Her body was irresistible. I sat at her feet, took her thighs in my hands. My face moved towards her pussy; I kissed her thick pubic hair. I placed my tongue on her anus, licked there, moved upwards. Her vagina was aroused and wet. It tasted very pleasant. Lyuda moaned. First, I thoroughly licked her anus, penetrated there a couple of times with my tongue. Her butt was firm and tight; apparently, she doesn't engage in anal sex. Then I started moving to her vagina.

Everything there was abundantly moist. Her labia were swollen; her clitoris had become somewhat firm. Her vagina was quite wide and well-used, after all, she had given birth to two children, but it tasted very pleasant. I buried my nose in her anus, moved upwards, delved into her, moved higher, and stopped at her pubic hair. I did the same with my tongue. Lyudmila enjoyed it and moaned softly. With the middle and ring fingers of my right hand, I entered her wet cave; it was spacious and warm inside. With my left hand, I caressed her velvety belly; with my tongue, I licked her clitoris. My fingers moved with varying amplitude, pressing against the back and front walls; my tongue tirelessly played with her clitoris. With my little finger, I started entering her anus; Lyuda flinched a little, but then accepted it and moaned louder and more confidently. My left hand caressed her breasts, her nipples. Lyuda writhed, moaned, held my head; she would press me against her, then pull me away a little, giving herself even more pleasure.

I did everything diligently and with love. And at one wonderful moment, her body was seized by an orgasm...

Lyuda pulled my head away, gripping my hair tightly. I stopped moving

my right hand; my left hand lay on her stomach. I enjoyed the sight of her soft, swollen, and wet vagina. My whole face was covered in her juices. We stayed in this position for several minutes. Suddenly, Lyuda pulled me up by the hair. I quickly extracted the fingers of my right hand from her. My face ended up opposite hers. Lyuda looked into my eyes, smiled, took my head in her hands behind my ears, pulled me to her, and started kissing me passionately on the lips. Her tongue penetrated my mouth, moved around, giving me pleasure; I sucked and nibbled on it. I was very aroused. Kissing this beautiful woman, I felt Lyuda's right hand wrap around my penis.

She pulled it towards her soft, warm, licked, aroused vagina. With the tip of my penis, she stroked from bottom to top along her pussy to part her labia. She placed my aroused flesh into her hole and removed her hand. I immediately entered her. Lyuda rolled her eyes upward, slightly opened her mouth, and exhaled. Her vagina was quite wide, and my penis felt warm, cozy, and spacious inside. I started moving. I moved my penis with varying amplitude, sometimes fully immersing and lingering inside, sometimes rubbing only with the head, sometimes penetrating her with high frequency, sometimes slowing down. Lyuda moaned, writhed, pressed against me; we enjoyed ourselves.

Lyudmila Nikolaevna asked me not to finish inside her. I agreed. And feeling that the end was near, I suggested lubricating her feet with semen. I extracted my penis from her and knelt at her feet; Lyuda sat up. With my left hand, I took her right foot; with my right hand, I took hold of my erect penis, all covered in her juices. I started masturbating, touching the head to her big toe. I didn't have to massage myself for long; after about a dozen movements, my penis swelled, and semen sprayed directly onto her toes. A few spurts and it was over. With my penis, I smeared the semen over her toes, her sole, her heel. Lyuda smiled and watched as I tried hard there. I wiped my penis with her tights.

Afterwards, we crawled under the blanket, kissed, hugged, turned on the TV. Lyudmila's head lay on my chest; we felt good. After about fifteen minutes, Lyuda started stroking my chest. Her hand played in the hair on my chest. She kissed my left nipple, licked it, then caressed the right one. Lyuda's right hand slid down my stomach.

There, Lyudmila felt my limp penis, but as soon as she grabbed it, I felt it filling with blood. Her fingers ran over my testicles. She thoroughly massaged my balls. My penis enlarged. Lyuda confidently grabbed it and with smooth movements gave me pleasure. I lay on my back. Lyuda sat on top of me, guided my penis with her right hand, and quickly I was inside her pussy. On top, Lyudmila was magnificent; she was a wonderful rider. Despite having a wide cave, she controlled her vaginal muscles perfectly. And using her body and pussy, she delivered a lot of pleasant moments to both herself and me. Her hands lay on my chest, and her body softly impaled itself on my swollen penis. Lyuda told me not to stop after finishing. She moaned and made love. With my hands, I massaged her breasts.

I felt her warmth, felt that she was very wet; I was approaching my peak. My hands dropped to her waist; I pulled her forcefully onto me, and at that moment, semen sprayed directly into her warmth. She liked it; she felt the streams of semen hitting inside her. Her moan was very arousing. We didn't stop moving. Even though I had experienced an orgasm, my penis remained quite swollen; after all, I was inside the most beautiful woman, and under no circumstances could my penis go limp. After a few moments, Lyuda convulsed in ecstasy; her body trembled, she clung to me; it was an orgasm.

I was inside her. She pressed her breasts against my chest, and her lips gently touched mine. At that moment, we were happy lovers. After some time, my penis finally lost its firmness, and she extracted it from herself, lay down next to me. After caressing each other a little more, we dozed off.

I slept on my back. Lyudmila Nikolaevna's head lay on my chest; she was snoring softly. Her left leg lay on me, her thigh covering my penis. I hugged her. We were under the blanket. To the right of my head lay her panties with a slightly yellowish pad stuck to them. On them were flesh-colored tights, covered in my semen and her juices. The night passed wonderfully. We were close.

I woke up because my Lyudochka started moving; apparently, she wanted to get up, but I was hugging her tightly. I opened my eyes and kissed her. Lyuda whispered in my ear: "I need to pee." I had long been plagued by thoughts of experiencing what a "golden shower" feels like on myself. In response, I said: "Let's have a 'golden shower'." Lyuda smiled and said: "Okay, let's go to the bathroom." Lyuda really needed to pee, so she hurried me. We jumped out of bed, holding hands, naked, walked through the living room down the hallway to the bathroom. I turned on the light, and here we were in the bathroom.

Lyuda said: "Get in the bathtub and kneel down." I obediently jumped in and knelt in the middle of the bathtub. Lyuda stood on the edge of the bathtub and squatted over me. I took hold of her legs with my hands, licked her pussy, and waited for her to start. Lyudmila looked at me, took aim, and let out a stream that hit me right in the mouth. The urine was warm, salty, yellowish in color with a strong odor. My mouth quickly filled up because the pressure was quite strong. As soon as foam started flowing from my mouth, Lyuda directed the stream onto my head. She swayed her hips, and I found myself under the droplets of the golden shower flowing from my beloved woman. Her urine flowed all over my body; my mouth was full; I was enjoying it, and Lyuda was laughing. The stream weakened; I swallowed what was in my mouth. The last few drops fell on my tongue; I caught them.

Afterwards, I licked her between her legs several times, and Lyudmila stood up and got off the bathtub onto the floor. From the floor, she picked up a foot towel and gave it to me to dry off; she told me not to wash after this. I stood up, wiped myself with the towel, washed the bathtub with the shower, went to the toilet, and we went back to the bedroom. The hair on my head was wet; I smelled of urine. Lyuda is a wonderful woman; she hugged me, kissed me, and we continued our sleep, embracing each other.

In the morning, we woke up together. After kissing me deeply several times, Lyuda suggested going to the kitchen to drink tea. On the way, we kissed, hugged, caressed each other. In the kitchen, I filled the kettle, put it on the burner. Lyudmila sat on the table. I sat in front of her on a stool. She ran her foot over my face; I kissed her heel, and my face moved towards her pussy. I licked her several times, then entered her vagina with my tongue and started moving it around inside. Lyuda leaned back and lay on the table. She instantly became wet; I was also very aroused.

I stood up, pushed the stool away, threw her legs over my shoulders, and my penis plunged into her sweet flesh. I moved impulsively inside my beloved teacher; it gave enormous pleasure to both of us. The kettle boiled; without pulling out of her, I leaned over and turned off the gas. Lyuda moaned sweetly. Her left foot ended up in my mouth; I sucked on it. With my hands, I hugged her legs. A few more movements and I was ready. I entered her deeply, and semen spurted from me, filling her vagina, but I didn't stop moving; at that moment, Lyudmila was approaching bliss; I worked diligently and