Kostin's voice put my guard down and I completely forgot about the racy photo I'd left behind. By the time I remembered, it was too late. Apparently, he was on the "you" with such technology, so he quickly entered the menu and looked at the small display of the photo with a very interesting content.
A satisfied smile appeared on Kostya's face and his eyes sparkled.
- What a motherfucker! If you were a man, you would have said "grey in the beard..." After a short pause he added.
- It's not bad, not bad at all!
And it would be all right, it doesn't happen to anyone. A very mature woman wanted to have a little bit of fun, who wouldn't?
- Good thing she only left one. She deleted the coolest pictures," I thought with relief.
That's a strange logic in us women. On the one hand, I went out of my way to take those pictures. I put them online! On the other hand, you're embarrassed that an acquaintance saw one of the funny pictures, even the most innocuous. Really, I didn't want anyone I knew to see them.
I didn't know how I deleted them, but nothing was deleted, the pictures somehow remained in the memory card, and Kostya stared at the strawberry.
I didn't say a word. Phrases like "you misunderstood everything" or "I'll explain everything to you now" were inappropriate. Such words are said to a cheating husband, but Kostya is not my husband and I don't have to justify myself to him.
- I don't understand, who are you with? With your husband? - the man was perplexed. -I couldn't see clearly
It seemed to me that my face had turned to stone. It didn't listen to me.
- No, not with my husband, - I answered.
Kosta was clearly missing a diplomat, a therapist, a lawyer. With the help of a couple of glasses and his all-convincing eloquence, he brought me to my senses and persuaded me to tell him everything ...
- That's how it is, Kostik, - I finished my story.
- I don't think you're alone in your decision. There are plenty of such stories. They just do not crawl out. As they say, everyone keeps his skeletons in a locked wardrobe, - summarised my interlocutor-comforter.
We were silent.
- And you know, Ludochka, I'm even jealous of you!
- You're jealous? - I looked into Kostya's eyes with disbelief.
- Yes, don't be surprised. First of all, I'm jealous as a man. We were close to you... Secondly, as a friend. Why did you turn to such shady guys? Aren't you afraid of publicity?
- No, Kostya, I'm not afraid. I've got them right here, - I showed them my clenched fist. It's an ironclad compromise.
- And yet I want to help you. You haven't stopped thinking of me as a man, have you?
- How can you help me?
- I told you I'm a man!
I suddenly realised. What a surprise!
- Kostya, are you serious?
- Quite. But I have an ironclad condition: my face must not be in the shot. And one more thing. I'm a civilised man, I don't accept sexual taboos. What prudes consider perversion is normal for me," Kostya said, looking at me questioningly.
He must have seen the fright on my face, so he laughed and explained.
- No, Luda, you shouldn't be frightened. My tastes are not so sophisticated. Since we broke up, I haven't become a sadist, nor a lover of pissing or coprophilia. It's dirty business. I'm more into the mouth or the arse. Doesn't that scare you too much? We used to do it in the mouth, remember? And as for the arse, you denied me that caress in your day. Although, judging by the photos, you were not averse to it with guys.
- Kostik, I've changed too, and not just in looks, I mean, I've aged. I might have new things. I don't like peeing. I don't know what coprophilia is, but I've never been afraid of oral sex, quite the opposite and you should remember that. And the excursion of the penis into the arse has stopped scaring me since some time too!
The other day I embarrassed myself in front of Bones. I convinced him I didn't like pissing, that I was "not like that". As soon as I climbed up on Kostya and felt his cock in my ass, I realised that I wanted to pee unrestrainedly, I couldn't help it. And I did. I became a pervert - I let the stream on my partner. Kostik, feeling the hot stream, tried to cover it with the palm of his hand. It only made it worse. Urine flew in all directions. Kostya's shirt clearly showed the consequences of my embarrassment. Then the camera's self-timer went off.
- Ludka, you're a bitch! You said you didn't like pissing! - Kostya laughed, releasing the tension and defusing the situation.
We laughed together. Here's the situation. An old woman sits on her partner, plunging his cock into her arse and both partners are laughing. Yeah, that's something to remember!
- Bones! Let me make it up to you!
- And how would you do that? Dry me off? - with a contrived sternness reprimanded me by my soiled partner.
- First, I'll take you to the shower. Secondly, I'll wash your clothes. Thirdly...
- There's going to be something in the third? No pissing? I hope you've already squeezed all the piss out of yourself!? - Kostya interrupted me foolishly.
- I'll do a belly dance for you!
- Do you know how? - The man asked incredulously.
- You're insulting me, boss! I even still have my uniform. A long time ago, about ten years probably passed, we in the team congratulated our chief with some anniversary. Well, as it is supposed to be on such occasions, in addition to the officialism, there were comic numbers. The dance of the little swans, for example. It's vulgar, of course, but I had to take part in it! Let me show you my outfits. I've been doing an audit of my clothes in the city flat, and I've brought them here. I'll find it.
I took one thing after another out of the brightly coloured plastic bag.
- Look, here we had to buy two skirts, although at first we planned to buy full stage costumes. But in time we came to our senses: it's expensive, once you make a fool of yourself and that's it, throw it away. I bought skirts, put on my husband's white T-shirt, white tights and ready ballerina. I never wore the second skirt for the public. You want to see a retired ballerina?
- Go ahead. - Kostik smirked condescendingly. -But I'd like a shower first.
- Sorry, I forgot. The bathroom is down the corridor, second door on the right.
- And you said you'd take me to the shower yourself," Kostya muttered from the corridor.
- I'll be right there!
Kostya lazily reclined on the sofa, slightly lukewarm after the shower. I watched with obvious curiosity how the home-grown "ballerina" was putting on her "stage costume". It was quite simple: the aforementioned skirt, flesh-coloured stockings with white rubber bands. I wanted to "perform with bare breasts, but I changed my mind, my boobs are too saggy. So I put on a bra.
- How do you like me? Am I irresistible?
- I'd say she's sexy as hell, too! I just want to fuck that ballerina!
- Man, I know, your offer is so lascivious, - I continued to break the comedy. - As an actress, I can give you my autographed photo!
- Let's do it!
- Only the photo is not yet, it must be done!
- Let's do it, I'm trembling with impatience!
Photo in a purple skirt I did not really like, although we made two takes and chose the best option. I was left with a "creative" dissatisfaction with my work. I wanted to brighten up this result with something more original. So I pulled out the second of my old ballet skirts. It and black stockings made up my stage outfit. It would be really like this to go on stage, it would be noisy ...
Kostya looked at me with obvious approval.
- Is there nothing in your bag for me? - he joked.
- There is, Kostya, there is! A man's black tights. It's not a stage outfit, it's for training.
- Show me.
The tights were a bit small for a big man. But that's what tights are for, to fit anyone, the fabric stretches. Seeing Kostya in a black tight tights I laughed. His large figure didn't fit with the image of a swift, light bolero. Powerful arms-hooks made him look like a dockworker. But most of all I liked his cock, which clearly did not want to stay in the tights and stubbornly strived to get out.
- Kostya, we'll have to let him out.
- Who? - he didn't understand.
- Your fighter, - I pointed my hand at his crotch.
- How?
- What are the scissors for?
- Are you crazy? Are you trying to take away my pride?" the big man blabbered.
I smilingly approached Kostya and, pulling the elastic fabric away from his body, made a small hole in it, which I then carefully widened to the desired size. The cock from my careful manipulations again perked up and looked up. All right!
We decided to make an original pose. Kostya easily held my weight. For his powerful arms it was not difficult. Especially since a part of my weight was taken by Kostya's cock, which was in my anus. I was blown away by the shot, especially by the sticky fly tape in the frame. I was about to reject the work, but my partner reassured me.
- It's okay! Have you ever seen anything like it?
- No," I replied uncertainly.
- Well, I declare responsibly that it's very original. Leave it as it is!
I agreed with a sigh.
...-Kostik, don't forget me. In case I need your help, - I said, seeing the guest off.
- Call me, you have my phone now. See you later.
A satisfied smile appeared on Kostya's face and his eyes sparkled.
- What a motherfucker! If you were a man, you would have said "grey in the beard..." After a short pause he added.
- It's not bad, not bad at all!
And it would be all right, it doesn't happen to anyone. A very mature woman wanted to have a little bit of fun, who wouldn't?
- Good thing she only left one. She deleted the coolest pictures," I thought with relief.
That's a strange logic in us women. On the one hand, I went out of my way to take those pictures. I put them online! On the other hand, you're embarrassed that an acquaintance saw one of the funny pictures, even the most innocuous. Really, I didn't want anyone I knew to see them.
I didn't know how I deleted them, but nothing was deleted, the pictures somehow remained in the memory card, and Kostya stared at the strawberry.
I didn't say a word. Phrases like "you misunderstood everything" or "I'll explain everything to you now" were inappropriate. Such words are said to a cheating husband, but Kostya is not my husband and I don't have to justify myself to him.
- I don't understand, who are you with? With your husband? - the man was perplexed. -I couldn't see clearly
It seemed to me that my face had turned to stone. It didn't listen to me.
- No, not with my husband, - I answered.
Kosta was clearly missing a diplomat, a therapist, a lawyer. With the help of a couple of glasses and his all-convincing eloquence, he brought me to my senses and persuaded me to tell him everything ...
- That's how it is, Kostik, - I finished my story.
- I don't think you're alone in your decision. There are plenty of such stories. They just do not crawl out. As they say, everyone keeps his skeletons in a locked wardrobe, - summarised my interlocutor-comforter.
We were silent.
- And you know, Ludochka, I'm even jealous of you!
- You're jealous? - I looked into Kostya's eyes with disbelief.
- Yes, don't be surprised. First of all, I'm jealous as a man. We were close to you... Secondly, as a friend. Why did you turn to such shady guys? Aren't you afraid of publicity?
- No, Kostya, I'm not afraid. I've got them right here, - I showed them my clenched fist. It's an ironclad compromise.
- And yet I want to help you. You haven't stopped thinking of me as a man, have you?
- How can you help me?
- I told you I'm a man!
I suddenly realised. What a surprise!
- Kostya, are you serious?
- Quite. But I have an ironclad condition: my face must not be in the shot. And one more thing. I'm a civilised man, I don't accept sexual taboos. What prudes consider perversion is normal for me," Kostya said, looking at me questioningly.
He must have seen the fright on my face, so he laughed and explained.
- No, Luda, you shouldn't be frightened. My tastes are not so sophisticated. Since we broke up, I haven't become a sadist, nor a lover of pissing or coprophilia. It's dirty business. I'm more into the mouth or the arse. Doesn't that scare you too much? We used to do it in the mouth, remember? And as for the arse, you denied me that caress in your day. Although, judging by the photos, you were not averse to it with guys.
- Kostik, I've changed too, and not just in looks, I mean, I've aged. I might have new things. I don't like peeing. I don't know what coprophilia is, but I've never been afraid of oral sex, quite the opposite and you should remember that. And the excursion of the penis into the arse has stopped scaring me since some time too!
The other day I embarrassed myself in front of Bones. I convinced him I didn't like pissing, that I was "not like that". As soon as I climbed up on Kostya and felt his cock in my ass, I realised that I wanted to pee unrestrainedly, I couldn't help it. And I did. I became a pervert - I let the stream on my partner. Kostik, feeling the hot stream, tried to cover it with the palm of his hand. It only made it worse. Urine flew in all directions. Kostya's shirt clearly showed the consequences of my embarrassment. Then the camera's self-timer went off.
- Ludka, you're a bitch! You said you didn't like pissing! - Kostya laughed, releasing the tension and defusing the situation.
We laughed together. Here's the situation. An old woman sits on her partner, plunging his cock into her arse and both partners are laughing. Yeah, that's something to remember!
- Bones! Let me make it up to you!
- And how would you do that? Dry me off? - with a contrived sternness reprimanded me by my soiled partner.
- First, I'll take you to the shower. Secondly, I'll wash your clothes. Thirdly...
- There's going to be something in the third? No pissing? I hope you've already squeezed all the piss out of yourself!? - Kostya interrupted me foolishly.
- I'll do a belly dance for you!
- Do you know how? - The man asked incredulously.
- You're insulting me, boss! I even still have my uniform. A long time ago, about ten years probably passed, we in the team congratulated our chief with some anniversary. Well, as it is supposed to be on such occasions, in addition to the officialism, there were comic numbers. The dance of the little swans, for example. It's vulgar, of course, but I had to take part in it! Let me show you my outfits. I've been doing an audit of my clothes in the city flat, and I've brought them here. I'll find it.
I took one thing after another out of the brightly coloured plastic bag.
- Look, here we had to buy two skirts, although at first we planned to buy full stage costumes. But in time we came to our senses: it's expensive, once you make a fool of yourself and that's it, throw it away. I bought skirts, put on my husband's white T-shirt, white tights and ready ballerina. I never wore the second skirt for the public. You want to see a retired ballerina?
- Go ahead. - Kostik smirked condescendingly. -But I'd like a shower first.
- Sorry, I forgot. The bathroom is down the corridor, second door on the right.
- And you said you'd take me to the shower yourself," Kostya muttered from the corridor.
- I'll be right there!
Kostya lazily reclined on the sofa, slightly lukewarm after the shower. I watched with obvious curiosity how the home-grown "ballerina" was putting on her "stage costume". It was quite simple: the aforementioned skirt, flesh-coloured stockings with white rubber bands. I wanted to "perform with bare breasts, but I changed my mind, my boobs are too saggy. So I put on a bra.
- How do you like me? Am I irresistible?
- I'd say she's sexy as hell, too! I just want to fuck that ballerina!
- Man, I know, your offer is so lascivious, - I continued to break the comedy. - As an actress, I can give you my autographed photo!
- Let's do it!
- Only the photo is not yet, it must be done!
- Let's do it, I'm trembling with impatience!
Photo in a purple skirt I did not really like, although we made two takes and chose the best option. I was left with a "creative" dissatisfaction with my work. I wanted to brighten up this result with something more original. So I pulled out the second of my old ballet skirts. It and black stockings made up my stage outfit. It would be really like this to go on stage, it would be noisy ...
Kostya looked at me with obvious approval.
- Is there nothing in your bag for me? - he joked.
- There is, Kostya, there is! A man's black tights. It's not a stage outfit, it's for training.
- Show me.
The tights were a bit small for a big man. But that's what tights are for, to fit anyone, the fabric stretches. Seeing Kostya in a black tight tights I laughed. His large figure didn't fit with the image of a swift, light bolero. Powerful arms-hooks made him look like a dockworker. But most of all I liked his cock, which clearly did not want to stay in the tights and stubbornly strived to get out.
- Kostya, we'll have to let him out.
- Who? - he didn't understand.
- Your fighter, - I pointed my hand at his crotch.
- How?
- What are the scissors for?
- Are you crazy? Are you trying to take away my pride?" the big man blabbered.
I smilingly approached Kostya and, pulling the elastic fabric away from his body, made a small hole in it, which I then carefully widened to the desired size. The cock from my careful manipulations again perked up and looked up. All right!
We decided to make an original pose. Kostya easily held my weight. For his powerful arms it was not difficult. Especially since a part of my weight was taken by Kostya's cock, which was in my anus. I was blown away by the shot, especially by the sticky fly tape in the frame. I was about to reject the work, but my partner reassured me.
- It's okay! Have you ever seen anything like it?
- No," I replied uncertainly.
- Well, I declare responsibly that it's very original. Leave it as it is!
I agreed with a sigh.
...-Kostik, don't forget me. In case I need your help, - I said, seeing the guest off.
- Call me, you have my phone now. See you later.
