My caring Olenka — 1

This story happened to me 10 years ago, I was 30 years old. I had just gotten married, you could say, having only lived in marriage for a couple of years. I worked at a company, and there were many different girls in our department, single and not, young, beautiful and not so much, but there was one colleague, around 50 years old. At first glance, she seemed very arrogant to me; her husband earned good money, so making such a person work wasn't quite possible. But I was very mistaken then; she was a very hardworking and responsible woman, a colleague. But the story is not about that. She was very pleasant-looking, always neatly and elegantly dressed, which attracted my attention. Her

shapely legs in stockings drove me crazy; seeing her, I couldn't take my eyes off them. One fine day, I decided to write her a letter on a piece of paper, confessing that I liked her very much. As it turned out later, after reading it, she considered me inadequate and didn't react at all. Several months passed, winter came. One day, going out to my car, I met her; she was standing near her car, which had frozen after a wash, more precisely, the handbrake was frozen. She asked for help, I got in the car and pulled it free, she thanked me, but we had a brief conversation where I managed to persuade her to a short and secret meeting. This happened after work; in winter it gets dark early, and after leaving the company parking lot, we met in the parking lot of a sports complex in the city. There, I explained the reason that forced me to write the confession in the letter. Sitting opposite her, talking about myself, my life, I looked into her eyes, at her lips, dreaming of sinking into them, and it happened—I finally kissed her... That evening, we were both under the impression, and subsequently, our secret meetings continued. Finding a few free minutes away from our families, we would see each other for 20-30 minutes, kissing, groping each other, but not daring to go further, or rather, she didn't dare. Everything happened as if planned, but at the same time very unexpectedly. After another meeting, where I finally managed to touch her pussy, but without actual intimacy happening, we agreed that when she was ready, she would come to a meeting in stockings and without panties—that would be the signal for my actions. This happened one winter morning. In the evening, we arranged to meet in one of the courtyards and spend half an hour together before work. In the back seat of my car, we kissed, hugged, and all that as usual. Unbuttoning her coat, my hand slid to her thigh, and moving higher, I felt she was in stockings; fear gripped me, a shiver ran through my body, I understood that this day had come... Running my hand between her legs, I touched the most intimate part—it was her wet, tender, hot pussy. It was something... Looking into her eyes, asking if it was okay, I tremblingly began to pull down my jeans and underwear; my dick was hard as a rock, as usual—I mean, during our meetings. Putting on a condom, I entered my Olyechka—that was her name. These sensations are indescribable; I was in a fog (by the way, all our subsequent, years-long meetings happened roughly the same way, and we told each other it was like a fog). It all probably happened very quickly, as we had to go to work. After this meeting, we had a conversation where she said she didn't really like sex with a rubber, that she was healthy, and that I could cum inside her, with no risk of pregnancy. Each of our subsequent meetings happened with such passion, such fire, that I will never be able to forget it (at the moment we are apart, though there are thoughts of bringing it all back). We pleasured each other orally, I fucked her in all her holes—mouth, pussy, ass—we had everything one could only dream of... She was tormented by guilt, having to go home with semen in her pussy, where her husband—a seemingly good and caring man—waited. I was also often tormented by thoughts about this, but the passion and love for this woman made me seek and arrange meetings with her again and again, where we simply went crazy for each other...