Weary of the daily grind. An incident at the dance.
I brought my daughter to dance class again, so many bags, barely managed to carry everything. We were running late, but made it in time. My daughter went off with the group of other girls to dance, and silence settled in the hallway. All the moms exhaled and began chatting quietly with each other about various topics, slowly sipping coffee from the vending machine. My gossip buddy didn't come today. I got myself a cappuccino and some chocolate cookies from the machine next to it. God, it's so nice and quiet, no one's tugging at me!
I look at myself in the mirror: "Not bad, still young, sure three births have taken a toll on my figure, but thanks to youth, everything is still firm and tight! I need to find a lover, regular sex and all figure problems
will disappear," I thoughtGradually, girls with their moms started arriving for the next dance class time. It's so interesting, one girl came with her father.
— What a great guy, they have it all together so well. And he did her hair so nicely, put on her dance outfit. My husband definitely wouldn't do that," I thought, sipping my coffee. Apparently, I was thinking for so long that I felt his gaze, a long stare. I quickly looked away, got scared, and blushed.
— That was awkward, I'm a mother of three and a proper wife, what kind of exchanged glances am I having?" immediately ran through my head, but the body doesn't lie. My loins filled with hot lead, my lips dried up.
Honestly, I'm very passionate in my fantasies, I really try to somehow spice up our sex life with my husband. But he doesn't excite me anymore. Even though we're young, my husband's favorite position is to lie on his side and fuck me with his face buried in the pillow. Great, right? Passion, caresses, hot breath? Nope, never heard of them. So I fantasize for myself.
What's there to say, he gave me a vibrator and jokingly said: "so you won't pester me." That's our entire intimate life. When I dream of him coming home from work, grabbing me by the hair, and shoving his cock in my mouth, and I'd be gagging with tears of happiness in my eyes, he's just lying on the couch watching YouTube videos at that time.
So, you get the picture. My passionate nature was looking for someone who would truly appreciate my sexual potential.
Averting my gaze from that girl's father, I immediately started fantasizing in my head about how this stranger would fuck me.
My daughter's class ended, we quickly got dressed and left, but I already had a little plan for the next class.
Three days passed, I came in a shorter skirt, with a sexier hairstyle. Changed my child's clothes and sent her off to dance, started waiting.
That very father from my fantasy came with his daughter. I went to buy coffee from the coffee machine, which, by chance, was located near their changing spot.
Approaching, I slightly brushed against him and said:
— Oh, I'm sorry, I was lost in thought
— Thoughtfulness suits you, no problem. I'm Evgeny
— I'm Oksana, nice to meet you
— Damn, damn, damn!!!" was ringing in my head. My interactions with the opposite sex never went this far. If I could, I would have sat on his cock right then and there, on his face, on anything.
Not to say he's particularly handsome, around 40, red-haired with big eyes. And I'm not even 30 yet, for a second!
He sent his daughter to wait for the dance class with her friends and went out for a smoke, and I went out for some fresh air. I stood not far from him. Evgeny turned towards me, slightly narrowed his eyes, and gave a devilishly hot smile. A slight smile, but the energy of sex struck me. I felt my panties getting wet, my clitoris becoming languidly moist. I would have given anything to fuck him right then.
— Oksana, you look wonderful today. I've been watching you periodically
— Evgeny, thank you, you're attractive too. I notice how skillfully you get your daughter ready for dance, even do her hair nicely.
— Do her hair nicely... Are you sick? Why bring kids into it, he might get scared!" I thought frantically.
— Yes, this is my second daughter going to dance, so my hands are skilled
I blushed. I would have given anything for his skilled hands to squeeze my hips and impale me on his cock. And how I love anal sex... I hope he does too.
— Oksana, it's chilly outside, and my daughter's class still has an hour, but yours ends in about 30 minutes, right? Would you like to warm up in my car?
Am I dreaming?? Of course I do! Oh, my puritanical hang-ups are blaring all alarms! But what can you do, he's so good, and I haven't had great sex in so long. In for a penny, in for a pound.
— Evgeny, thank you, can I charge my phone in your car? There are no free outlets in the hall, and I want to check the route home faster on the navigator
He nodded and we went to his huge car. It was a new Haval, very big. Of course, it was wildly comfortable in the leather interior. I sat in the front. The seats were still warm from the heating. My knees were trembling in anticipation, and apparently, not only I noticed this tremor. Evgeny put his hand on my knees.
— Oksana, you're completely frozen, let me make it warmer. (He reached for the heater intensity switch)
I nodded and slightly spread my knees, honestly, purely instinctively. His hand slid from my thighs to my crotch. How I was burning up..
And then everything went so fast! I climbed over to the back seat, simultaneously taking off my tights. Zhenya also lowered the back of the seat, took off his jacket, and climbed over to me. He wasn't in a hurry to quickly take off his pants and insert his cock. And there was a cock worth having. It instantly got hard and shone through his pants with its silhouette, my mouth filled with saliva, how I wanted his cock. But Zhenya was in control. He inserted his fingers into my wet mouth, and with his other hand squeezed my firm breasts, squeezed my nipples. I whimpered in anticipation, I was flowing like a teenage girl in puberty. Evgeny was drawing it out, he was reveling in my desire, my lust
— I noticed you, you bitch, on the very first day. So sweet on the outside, but I saw your little devils. You have no idea how many times I pictured this scene of fucking you here in the back seat.
I was going crazy, my head was buzzing. I wanted to be here with him in his car endlessly. He started kissing me, my full lips yielding to him. My mouth was full of saliva and desire. Zhenya liked that. He started kissing down my neck, my most erogenous zone. My husband never kissed there, even though I asked.
With my hands, I searched for his cock, tried to unzip his fly, but Evgeny slapped my hands away. I completely surrendered. He started kissing my breasts, my nipples. He gently ran his tongue over my nipples and slowly lowered his hand into my panties
— How long have you wanted me, you slut? Such wet panties, all squirming, my dirty girl.
With these words, he started going lower, pulled off my panties, and lowered his lips to my crotch.
I never let my husband go down on me, he didn't know how. But here I felt Evgeny's complete mastery. He knew exactly what to do.
He slid his tongue into my wet pussy, started moving it very slowly, tasting me. Gently kissed my clitoris.
— You're so sweet, you arouse me so much. You won't be able to run from me anymore, bitch. I'll fuck you until you say 'stop'
But we both knew I wouldn't say 'stop'!
He slid his finger into my vagina, pulled it out, and licked it with pleasure. He was just tormenting me, reveling in my desire, enjoying his power. He started licking my pussy with gusto, smacking, slurping, kissing, inserting his fingers into my vagina, and with one finger ran over my anus, checking my reaction. My reaction was positive.
— You're a pervert too! How lucky I am!
— Please, fuck me
— My wet little kitten, I decide what I'll do today — whispered my sexual aggressor
I look at the clock, my daughter should be out in 8 minutes. Zhenya saw my glance and understood there was little time.
He lowered himself to my wet pussy and started actively licking it, sucking my clitoris, massaging my labia with his fingers, in between saying "yes, bitch," "you're so tasty," "wet little girl" and other dirtiest words. His tongue quickly caressed my clitoris, arousal was building, I was almost screaming with pleasure and then he inserts his finger into my ass and I realize I'm about to squirt for the first time in my life. And it happened. I screamed with pleasure, tears of happiness streamed from my eyes. How good I felt.
— Well then, my modest little mommy, wipe your wet pussy and run for your daughter. I'll be waiting for you in 4 days at your next class right here.
I ran back to the hall where the dance classes were. All red and smelling of sex, I rush in and see my little daughter just coming out of the class. Made it!
Evgeny walked in as if nothing had happened. Went to the coffee machine and got himself a cappuccino without sugar. Sat in a distant chair and picked up a book, the title of which I didn't see
The next 4 days dragged on agonizingly long