The favorite of ladies of a certain age.
This story was told to me by my bosom buddy and drinking companion Zhenka. How much beer we drank and fish we ate... well, that's not the point.
Zhenya is a handsome man, big, broad, with a noble mug, a favorite of girls and older ladies, and even, as it turned out, old ladies.
He never had any specific occupations and is unlikely to ever get any; Evgeny has been fond of easy money since his youth, that's how he earned his caviar and bread, and sometimes without. Let's call his activities intermediary work for convenience.
So, one time Evgeny mediated something and got a pile of cash. And before he even started spending that cash, my friend Katka fell
on his head. She was a terribly ugly girl and you could only fuck her when drunk. But Evgeny considered himself a gentleman!! He fucked Katka, and she, out of happiness, invited him to some half-resort fuckery not far from our city. Evgeny had fuck-all to do, he had a shitload of cash, Katka, though ugly, fucked magnificently, and he agreed.They were supposed to go the next day, Evgeny temporarily went on a bender, and in the morning it turned out Katka couldn't go. The trip was free, Katka was being stingy, but since she invited him, what the hell... If she can't go herself, let Zhenka go. So our Evgeny went.
Having sobered up in the evening already in a luxury suite in a small-star hotel, the man, thirsty for beer and sex, headed to the noisiest place – the grill-cum-bar... (It's hard to understand why Evgeny needed waitresses, but he really loved them.) While looking for a waitress for himself, Evgeny noticed a certain lady, of quite pleasant appearance, aged... Here Evgeny pondered, his head wasn't working well from the hangover, the gloom in the drinking establishment didn't help at all in determining the age of pleasant ladies. Well, fuck it, thought Evgeny, what the fuck difference does it make, how old, especially in the ass...
Adjusting his bangs with his famous faggoty gesture, Evgeny directed his steps to the table of the pleasant lady of indeterminate age.
Good evening, your ladyship, and so on, no one is more skilled in pleasantries than my friend, for he could out-talk anyone. He rarely got turned down at all, and here he didn't expect a refusal.
However, the lady of pleasant appearance did not show delight at the sight of Evgeny and even wrinkled her nose. The would-be lover downed a liter of beer and returned to his room, where he busily engaged in putting his own appearance in order.
First, he shoved his cream-colored suit, worth a fuckton of bucks, and a delicate lilac shirt, which I had my eye on as soon as I saw it, but I was never told where this amazing item was procured, to the maid for ironing. Evgeny rarely wore ties and never with buckles. Then he dug clean socks out of his luggage and, calmed, immersed himself in the bath. To wash – and not jerk off? Who do you take us for?
While shaving, Evgeny wanted beer with a terrible force, but that didn't stop him from scraping himself with incredible thoroughness. Not even an hour had passed before Evgeny entered the drinking establishment again. She, whose bright image he had been jerking off to just minutes ago, was sitting in the same place and drinking some swill from a pot-bellied glass. As it turned out later, vegetable juice. Attempt number two had a result. No one could resist the washed, perfumed Evgeny, in a gorgeous suit and lilac shirt, and his charming smile.
Charming indeed, don't think only girls can have charming smiles.
The lady's name was Arina. Evgeny got aroused instantly, because his first love was named the same and it was with her that he learned all the delights of carnal love. Some only fuck Tanyas, some Lenas, men in general tend to fixate on names. Imagine what it was like for Evgeny to fuck Arinas, if girls with that name are one, two, and then fuck-all. He had to fuck the rest.
Sitting now in close proximity to the girl of his current-day dreams, my lustful friend again pondered the age of the beautiful lady, with the equally beautiful name Arina. He examined her in between, reached for her delicate hands, peeked into her cleavage, and strained like hell, trying to determine how old the lady was, damn what a bitch of a problem. He couldn't ask, of course, his eye was failing him, but he was curious, fucking curious. But, Evgeny wouldn't be a successful asshole if he couldn't abstract himself from a problem. He temporarily put his dick on the question tormenting him and got busy implementing the initial idea – about fucking.
Oh, beautiful Arina!! Evgeny adored petite girls with big tits and couldn't stand blondes. He was already getting hard from the fact that he was sitting next to a small attractive brunette, she was looking at him with green eyes with half-kilometer-long eyelashes and smiling. If she's smiling, she'll give it up.
So, Arina drinks martini, tirelessly grins and even sometimes laughs, loudly and somehow beautifully, not every girl can laugh beautifully. Evgeny tells endless funny things, evening turns into night, the staff and patrons begin to noticeably get restless, oh yes, at eleven p.m. live music starts here. Evgeny mentally rubs his hands and impatiently awaits a slow dance. No fucking way. If you want the girl to dance – pay. Evgeny inquires with the girl if she will dance and if so, what she would like to hear.
The girl wants "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg," three minutes later she hears them. They go to dance, Evgeny passionately presses Arina to himself, his dick instantly gets hard, she notices and smiles. In a special way, penetratingly. They dance towards the exit, Evgeny shoves money to a waiter in passing, and right at the exit they start kissing with terrible force, as if there's nothing else to do.
— To your place or mine?
— To yours.
Evgeny really hoped they had managed to tidy up the room, and his hopes were justified. Because a pile of mismatched socks all over the perimeter could scare off any girl, and Arina for sure. Before the door had even slammed shut, Evgeny was knocked onto the bed and subjected to violence. Slightly stunned by such pressure, he tried to take everything into his own hands, but he didn't succeed. Then Evgeny relaxed and enjoyed himself.
After the first orgasms, Arina weakened slightly and he still took control of the situation, but not for long. Who was fucking whom Evgeny found it difficult to determine, but he definitely liked it. He especially liked how Arina, sitting on top and not slowing the pace, took off her bra and the most amazing tits he had ever seen appeared before his eyes. Well, he thought, judging by the tits, she's 30 max and no kids, definitely.
Somewhere after noon, having rubbed his eyes and felt around the bed, finding no one, however, Evgeny decided to get married. For no one had ever contributed to such a revelation of his fucking nature. Maybe I won't even cheat, Evgeny figured. Farewell tight condoms, and there will be only one SIM card, and maybe Arina will understand that his best friend is a girl, and maybe they'll even become friends, and maybe... At this point, I punched the comrade in the eye, because we agreed not to deviate from the topic.
Evgeny shaved again, dressed up, and went to find Arina. Passing by the massage room he heard a ringing laugh and purely instinctively peeked in, to check out how good the owner of the giggles was.
— ...go ahead, laugh, laugh, I'll see how you look at 58, Arina Georgievna had a husband 15 years younger, he doted on her.
Stunned Evgeny directed his steps to the grill-cum-bar and got drunk on vodka to the point of pig-like squealing.