An unusual day
Leonid took charge of the fire and, after preparing coals, started making barbecue. I sprawled out on the blanket and dozed off to his incessant chatter. I woke up hearing the splash of water—Leonid decided to take a swim. Watching him, I was surprised at myself once again.
How could it have happened that for several years now I've been close with such a person? An ugly, there's no other way to say it, figure with a sagging belly and short, crooked legs, his entire body covered in hair—some dark, some gray, some thick, some sparse. And although these thoughts don't evoke any antipathy in me towards him, they fill my mind every time I see Leonid undressed.
Surprisingly, he is absolutely not embarrassed by me, not embarrassed by his body. Why do I struggle so hard to suppress aversion to any other men who possess far fewer flaws? I've learned to find satisfaction with men despite their appearance, build, age, but what an effort it costs me! Yet to this man, I belong, I belong submissively and willingly.
The meat turned out well. But the wine didn't cheer me up—somehow, I started feeling uncomfortable and bored, I tried to lie down again. Leonid noticed my state, suggesting I was just hot. It really did get hot and I agreed to take off my turtleneck, but I didn't take off my jeans, regretting not bringing a swimsuit. I really wanted to go home, was about to say so, but... I opened my eyes when Leonid sat down right near my face and turned so that his wet shorts were centimeters away from me.
"Come on, let's have a little fun," and I understood what he meant. His fingers slid over my body, exciting me more and more, and when they began tracing the pattern on my bra on my chest, I felt arousal. I knew perfectly well it wouldn't last long, and that's what happened. Leonid pulled down his shorts and took out his cock—though limp and soft, it was impressive in size. Interestingly, when this organ hardens with arousal, it doesn't get much bigger. The head touched my lips and I, without resisting, took it into my mouth. It's just called a head; in reality, this part of Leonid's cock, even when relaxed, is so large it completely fills my mouth and I always struggle when I try to take it deeper. And I know—Leonid really loves it, and probably all men do too, when I "take him to the maximum" and start sucking.
I knew I wouldn't be able to revive this flesh, but... For the umpteenth time, I tried my hardest to do it! It's some kind of excitement!..
I don't know—how much time passed, Leonid himself, as always, pulled away from me and stood up, grumbling discontentedly, and I again felt annoyed that I couldn't. We started packing up and soon drove home.
"Interesting, why do you never offer to pleasure me yourself?" he asked me this question when we were sitting in the car. "I see you're not disgusted by it, quite the opposite. But somehow, I almost always have to make you do it."
Not knowing what to answer, I started spouting some nonsense about shyness, propriety, etc.
"Nonsense!" he interrupted me, and we drove on in silence.
When there were about five minutes left to drive, Leonid slowed down and turned off the highway. He didn't answer my question, took my hand and pressed it between his legs. Through his trousers, I felt an aroused cock and understood what he was up to. I know it's useless to argue with him at such moments, and I started pulling off my jeans along with my panties. A satisfied smile appeared on Leonid's face. He stopped the car in some grove, pressing my side against the bushes. After walking around the car and opening my door, he hurried me, and as soon as I got rid of my pants, he pulled me out of the car and turned me with my back to him. As soon as I leaned my hands on the hood, I felt the touch of his cock, spread my legs and bent over—the cock was inside me immediately. He tried to penetrate as deeply as possible right away and I liked it, I helped him as best I could. With each thrust, I got more and more aroused and finally the moment came when I stopped perceiving my surroundings—arousal completely took over me. I wanted more and more.
It seemed to me that just a little more and I would "explode" with pleasure. Leonid came sooner. He immediately pulled his cock out of me and reached into the car for a towel, while I, remaining in the same position and automatically making a few more movements, tried either to calm down or to catch the orgasm after all.
I didn't feel like putting on my jeans and got into the car, wrapped in a towel, and when we stopped for some reason at a roadside market on the way, Leonid got out alone. And when he returned, carrying a bag with just three cucumbers, I understood what for, or rather—for whom, he bought them, but I didn't say anything.
When we arrived, I immediately ran to the bathroom. Dima had made this room exactly as I wanted—large and bright, with small windows under the ceiling, a bathtub in the middle, a convenient, very expensive shower cabin, and equally expensive plumbing. With a huge, wall-length mirror, in front of which I stood after enjoying the cool water in the shower cabin for a long time. I dried my hair, applied creams, did light makeup and... I wasn't in a hurry to leave, I didn't want to.
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt that I hadn't calmed down—I was still aroused! I saw my swollen nipples and, as if wanting to make sure, twisted them with my fingers. And then I saw my hand slide down, pause for a few seconds on my stomach, and rush lower. My fingers began to push between my legs and my legs obediently spread apart, at that same moment arousal gripped me with renewed force. I was no longer in control of my actions, my clitoris liked it and I felt how firm and taut it became. And then my finger wanted to go further, inside, and my body obediently arched. I completely switched off and... Turning away from the mirror, I rushed out of the bathroom, grabbing the first piece of clothing from the hanger without looking. "No, I don't want it like that now!"
Realizing Leonid was in the bathhouse, I rushed there, through the still young, not-yet-grown garden, despite the fact that someone might see me. I was wearing a very short, silk robe—a gift from my adult friend, who is 18 years older than me. She loves giving me and seeing me in such things.
Leonid was asleep, lying on his back and covering only his stomach with a light blanket. I sat down next to him, but he didn't react. I sat, looking at him and thinking. "Why do I want him so much right now? Maybe I just want it! And there's no other man nearby." Carefully, I lifted the blanket; he didn't react. Gently touched his relaxed but surprisingly long cock, Leonid still didn't react, even when I lifted the cock and began stroking it lightly. For some reason, I remembered his reproach from today. I lowered myself to the floor and took the cock in my mouth, first very carefully, then I really tried.
I was surprised that Leonid didn't wake up or was pretending to be asleep. But that was also arousing. And I got so carried away that I didn't notice when Leonid woke up—
he got up and lifted me, our lips met. It was very passionate and long, his hands caressed my body and my desire became uncontrollable and unbearable, but... Leonid's cock remained the same—limp and soft.
It was already seven in the evening when I woke up, carefully covered with a blanket. Still half-asleep, I heard Leonid talking to someone on the phone. At first, I thought he was talking to Dima, but listening closely, I realized it wasn't him. I became interested and paid attention to the conversation, fully waking up. I couldn't hear well, but I understood the conversation concerned me and, moreover, Leonid was persuading his interlocutor to meet. I couldn't grasp the meaning of the conversation—Leonid saw me approach the window and quickly ended the call. And a few seconds later, he was next to me and seemed genuinely happy I was awake. He was already dressed, wearing a light suit, as always elegant, and I immediately asked—if he was going somewhere. I didn't get a specific answer, I just started getting ready too—for an evening walk, first going down to the bathroom. The overheard conversation bothered me, but I couldn't concentrate—Leonid kept hurrying me.
And to be honest—it didn't really bother me much at that moment, everything seemed fine, but Leonid was slightly irritating, I felt annoyed with him. The feeling wasn't new to me, but it always strangely led to even greater admiration for this man.
Over the summer, I hadn't brought enough outfits from the apartment, so the choice—what to wear—wasn't great. I "dressed up" in a red straight skirt and a white transparent blouse. But I was responsible about the underwear—I put on an even more transparent lace bodysuit, so I had to also wear a vest that fastened only at the waist. I didn't really like the outfit myself, so I wasn't surprised by Leonid's dull reaction, but in response to his displeased remark about my bare legs, I went back up to the bedroom and put on sheer stockings. I imagined how in a couple of hours I would appear before Leonid in these stockings and this amazing bodysuit and immediately felt a slight, excited thrill.
That evening deserves a separate story, I'll just say that evening I had to experience both unwanted, forced sex and sex with a partner of my choice, and humiliation and blissful pleasure.