The First Night of Scheherazade

Foreword

Stepan unexpectedly called my wife—an old acquaintance from the KSP, now a successful businessman, Stepan Ivanovich.* Without much ceremony and without asking unnecessary questions, Stepan invited Lenka (that's my wife's name) on a tour of Europe as a "companion."

I was furious at first, but quickly found out that:

1. Lena had never slept with him and she didn't need him for anything.

2. Lenka is being forced to take vacation, while I, as luck would have it, have audit after audit.

3. Such trips are quite common nowadays and are discussed

among women constantly.

4. Stepan is already over 60 and, according to him, he's retired from big sex. Hearing this

argument, I snorted and asked: then why else would he need a woman 18 years younger and with such a magnificent ass. To which my wife calmly replied: "he's a single man with good money. What would it have cost him to find a 30-year-old who's ready for anything."

5. It seems Lena's main motive was not a desire to get laid, but genuine female curiosity and the chance to, as it were, wrap up a slowly fading romantic relationship.

Be that as it may, I practically forced my wife to buy a plane ticket. She indignantly refused the condoms I tried to stuff into her bag.

In exchange, I got firm promises of a daily Skype report.

What follows is a compilation of the Skype chat WITHOUT ANY EDITING. Sometimes my wife had the chance to think through and describe events in a literary way, but more often she only had a couple of minutes for a dotted outline of events.

Once Lena strayed from the truth, but immediately corrected herself in the next message.

So, the First Night of Scheherazade, written not by me, but for me.

The First Night of Scheherazade

We met very awkwardly at the airport, Stepan was late, then he showed off with the car and kept teaching me not to bother with plans but to relax... I won't burden you with these preludes, but it's important to understand the mood I was in when I finally entered the room.

Somewhere in the middle of the drive, I brought up that we should probably have condoms, and he decided to stop at a supermarket. Since I softened the condom talk with another necessary item—champagne—he took it seriously.

There was no direct conversation, no embraces, no handshakes, no caresses, no jokes, everything was awkward and it was unclear why we both needed all this.

But tenderness was creeping in.

Somewhere he ran his hand down my back and, as if by accident, went lower. I myself put my hand on his knee and he covered it with his hand.

Finally, we found a hotel. I had to praise his choices and his actions all the time, and as soon as we were in the room, he hugged me and was pleased, but quickly, fussily, as if he didn't want to get close, everything looked very forced, as if we were obligated to have sex and get it over with. I immediately went to the shower and changed, he immediately lay down and immersed himself in his laptop.

We had two not very large beds, and he came over to me.

I probably made helpless jokes, he didn't engage, and now I understand that he was dead tired then, but he understood that if he didn't make a move, it would offend me.

We opened the champagne and it helped me a lot, I became more playful and moved closer to him myself, pressing my cheek to his shoulder... and then he hugged me and started...

So, the champagne.

Stepka doesn't caress or kiss at all—apparently just not in his nature, and it looks as if I disgust him. But still, we had to start somehow, and he began to undress me.

He undresses correctly, in a manly way, with a bit of pressure, a little force.

And he started with my pants. When I was left in my sweater and nothing below, he admired me, started looking. And I reached for him. A very hard, not very large penis, not wide at the base but very hard and with a somewhat wide head. He demanded that I open the condom myself and put it on him. We were still joking.

At first, he just lay on his back, and I asked if he was even going to move, since even though I'm an emancipated woman, I like a man with initiative.

And then he quickly laid me down and spread my legs... entered. It was really good, I got turned on and started trembling. Everything seemed quick and with little foreplay, but still very good, and he suddenly pulled out and turned me around with my back to him. I didn't hesitate, and he tried to enter my ass, but I said no, that won't work, I can't

then he entered me from behind and started moving hard, for a long time. Then he laid me on my back again and I understood he was waiting for me to come. I had to tell him that I would do it later, but he categorically refused to come first, asked if I had a vibrator with me. I couldn't persuade him to just not think about it. erotic stories He said he wasn't going to come first and started caressing me. He has a good hand, quickly found my clit and started caressing it, and I got even more turned on—asked him to talk to me and started continuing myself... all I heard: my girl, good, hot, beautiful, naughty... even now I seem to hear him saying it. It was very pleasant, I came.

I didn't care.

I caressed him with my hand [? ]

Yes, there should have been a big question mark here. Because all of this was untrue, and I couldn't admit, not only to you but to myself, that right at that moment S. comfortably settled on his back and asked if I could caress him with my lips. I COULD!!! Or rather, I couldn't admit that I absolutely didn't want to. But I didn't want it 100% either. So I started discussing the details. How exactly? And the condom was already on. I started feeling uneasy, what if he takes it off. But my tricks didn't help much. He was determined. And I wanted to see our act completed. I reached for S., took his penis in my palm. Then with both. Ran my hands up and down a few times and leaned in to kiss.

But I didn't kiss it; I ran my cheek over its head, then the other. I laid my head on his stomach and continued stroking with my hand and looking. I felt good. S. lay very, very still. He waited. And I stroked and looked at his not very long and not wide at the base penis, which enlarged at the head and was very hard. Stepka waited silently and stroked my head. I suddenly felt the moment had passed. I just can't, I won't be able to do anything for him. And he seemed to sense that I had stopped moving. He pressed on the back of my head a little more insistently. I tensed and stayed in place. Then his hand moved lower and grabbed my neck. He pressed harder. And so I yielded just a tiny bit but then stopped and tried to move back, but not sharply; his hand didn't let me go and, on the contrary, became firmer, and he pressed again. I obeyed. Moved a couple of centimeters closer and stopped again. Stepka groaned. His fingers squeezed my neck on both sides under my ears. He wasn't going to let me go. I froze. Waited a second, relaxed a little, tried to free myself. And again, not strongly. Then he released my neck but didn't remove his hand; instead, he started stroking my hair, ran his fingers over my face, over my lips. For a moment, I thought he was bored; I kissed his fingers, then started nibbling them and took one deep, very deep. He froze. I heard him breathing. Suddenly, he removed my hands from his penis, took it himself with one hand, and with the other again grabbed me by the neck, strongly, authoritatively, and pulled my head toward him. How I wanted to feel the tension in his hand! His palm on my neck. Very strong and gentle. He could easily injure me, and I couldn't do anything against it. Now he stopped. And I said very quickly: please make me. Because my lips were already so close. And he had waited so long. And he could have insisted long ago, but with all his selfishness, he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. And Stepka understood me perfectly. He hesitated a little more. Or rather, played with me. Pressed my head to him as if testing how obedient I was. More confidently grabbed my neck and pushed forward until I touched him with my lips. Held it like that for a couple of seconds and released, but at the same time commanded: "Take it! Take it now! Take it, I said!"

And then softer: "Come on, take it, my girl!"

Just as before, from the feeling of his strength and tenderness, so now I felt good from the awareness of my defenselessness and power simultaneously. Sweet! I didn't understand anything. It was truly pleasant to feel him inside. Even with a condom. I didn't care. All I felt was my movements up and down and heard his moans. We finally both relaxed and became ourselves. I trusted him. Stopped holding back. But I wanted his caress, and I turned my body closer to his hand.

He understood immediately and started stroking my thighs and back, then reached for my ass, and I turned again and presented my behind to him: First he caressed. Started running a finger between my buttocks without going inside, then very carefully, tenderly entered my anus. He started moving his finger inside. Not strongly, but at the same time as if he knew what he was doing. And it was a bit strange to me... his other caresses are awkward, inexperienced, but here... then he started kneading my ass with his other hand. One half. He felt better and better from what I was doing. And he started slapping my ass, first carefully, softly. But I reacted. Started working my lips a little faster—And he understood that I liked it, especially since I had already asked him to make me, and this was like a continuation of that,

Then he moved me a little closer and hit harder. And immediately started stroking. I started caressing more strongly. Taking deeper, squeezing, and as if stretching. Pulling strongly. He could no longer caress or spank me then and started moaning loudly. And now, when I do this pulling-back movement. When I can pull back the skin and take it back in again. But completely exposing the head. Here the rubber was in the way, and I thought how nice it would be to have one quality penis and play with it and feel it without rubber. But I decided that I just needed to do the same thing, but only with the condom

And started caressing as if nothing was in the way. He came fairly quickly. Moaned loudly. I was pleased that he didn't hold back. It was just a bit strange: lying motionless on his back. Everything as you warned about spoiled new Russians. It was strange to feel the semen gather in the tip. Filled it, but it was all tasteless.

He went to the bathroom, then returned, hugged me all over.

Pulled my hips to him. And asked: where did I learn to caress like that.