Almost True Fairy Tale

Prologue

To timid hints about a blowjob, she would reply — "Let the b... road whores suck, I don't feel like it." And so they lived — merrily and happily, the wife got pleasure according to her own capricious and inscrutable schedule, and the husband suffered and sometimes masturbated, imagining, OH THE HORROR!, that he was having sex with a beautiful, liberated girl who wasn't afraid of new positions, kisses not just on the cheeks and neck, but even between her wet, desire-swollen labia, and she didn't disdain giving him a blowjob, and sometimes he even dreamed of bringing his dream girl to a real, genuine orgasm — with sobs, loud moans, and tears of happiness (as our fairytale character knew this happened — in rare moments of alcoholic relaxation, his wife was still capable of surrendering to his cock and his flexible, skillful fingers). Gradually, his imaginary lover began to more and more frequently take on the features of one of his colleagues (let's call her N.). She had interested him before, but he couldn't imagine that he could be liked by any woman at all. The thing is, our engineer was sometimes a bit of a jerk and had created an image of himself as a kind of good-time guy — a vulgar joker and a jester, but not malicious and simple, with no pretensions to lofty feelings. The colleague shared an office with her coworker, with whom our engineer had recently become friends but saw as nothing more than a friend, meaning he never even thought about sex with the strict economist. However, he started visiting the girls' office more often. Quite often, the economist would leave the engineer and N. alone, and the engineer would start not-at-all-chaste conversations, which N. usually supported him in. At first, they only shared work problems, then about family, and even, sometimes, their grievances against their spouses. The communication brought them closer, and the engineer in his sexual fantasies saw only N. and no one else. Her sweet, erotic voice enchanted him and caused a persistent erection, the sight of her large, firm breasts aroused a desire to touch them, her sweet lips called for kisses. Gradually, he realized that N. attracted his thoughts not only in a sexual way; he wanted to be near her more often, just to talk and admire her face and body. In short, our guy was hooked. And N. simply allowed him to court her, not understanding that our so-called hero had crossed the point of no return and would stop at nothing to conquer at least the body, and, in perspective, the heart of his dream. The engineer moved slowly but steadily towards his goal, and even achieved something, begging for a couple of minutes of bliss for himself.

The Tale.

Our engineer, for simplicity P., and the already familiar N. couldn't come to an agreement about a meeting that could either turn their lives upside down or become a great disappointment and pain. P. was exhausted by desire, his mind literally clouded, he was torn between the desire to possess N. even by force and the fear of losing her. He tried to establish normal sexual relations with his wife, but each time he ran into a deaf wall of misunderstanding and unwillingness to hear her husband's needs. In other respects, their affairs were going well: P. tried to show more attention to the family, began to control his irritation, devoted more and more time to the children and household chores, secretly hoping for a reciprocal reaction in bed. Finally, they even started making love more often. Outwardly — an idyll. But the wall that had divided them did not collapse; on the contrary, it seemed to have become stronger. The wife decided that giving herself to her husband more often was easier than listening to him and at least trying to compromise. Therefore, caressing his wife, P. saw N.'s face, imagined her in his arms; it was both scary and sweet for him. Relations with his colleague weren't going well either. They had reached some line of trust in each other and clearly knew that they couldn't avoid the bed. However, N. was in no hurry. She clearly enjoyed P.'s courtship, his constant attempts to be near her, to touch her shoulder, her waist. A couple of times he gave her a light neck massage, which strongly aroused her, but N. strictly adhered to the rule: "NO SEX AT WORK!" However, she didn't forget to give small advances, promising nothing specific but clearly letting him understand: "Wait, everything will be, but not right away." And P. waited, his desires only sharpening; his wife at home couldn't get enough of her husband, who had become so good and sexually hungry, who poured out all his tenderness, intended for another, on her, and was very disappointed when instead of a chocolate candy of violent passion, he received a skinny lollipop of marital duty. So it all went on; P. was slowly developing an inferiority complex against the background of sexual dissatisfaction. But one day a miracle happened, returning both his faith in himself and hope for continuing the relationship with N. Somehow, she asked him to give her a ride home early; she had business in the city, preparations for a family holiday and a long trip for vacation. P.'s hands were shaking when he started the car and set off. Sitting next to him was the one he had been dreaming about for several months, for whom he was ready for any madness. He timidly placed his hand on her knee. She just smiled and made no attempt to remove it. Encouraged, P. began to stroke her legs, touched her pubis; N. made no attempts to stop his caresses but didn't react to them either. The excited man abruptly turned off the highway onto a dirt road and sped away from prying eyes. Stopping in some hollow, he turned to the passenger and began showering her face with bold and greedy kisses, overcoming slight resistance, removed her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, bra, and demandingly pressed his lips to N.'s full, soft breast, reveling in the smell of her heated skin and feeling an irresistible desire to take her right here and now. But N. didn't allow him to pull down her jeans and lacy blue panties.

— Not today, please, don't," she whispered in a trembling voice. She both wanted intimacy and feared it; besides, the place was rather secluded, and the fear of simply being raped didn't add to her joy. "Please, not now," she repeated with a plea in her voice. P.'s head was empty — all the blood had rushed to his penis, and he was thinking with its head. But the brakes still worked, and he pulled away from the desired body.

— Maybe..." he began in a faltering voice,

— No," N. firmly cut him off, and, more softly, "wait, you'll know when I dare to do everything, really, it's just all so unexpected, you're a good guy and all that, but I'm not yet..." the woman faltered, seeing P.'s eyes full of anguish and resentment. "What do I do now? What to do? He'll either kill me or hate me! Damn, why so early?" a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her head.

— Caress me," P. somehow quietly and already hopelessly asked, no longer hoping for anything, and grateful even for these minutes when he touched the desired body with his lips, for the minutes when he was happy with anticipation and was sure that a miracle would happen now and N. would recklessly surrender to his hands, lips, that his cock would enter her slit, wet with desire, he would greedily kiss her hardened nipples, they would move slowly but passionately, rushing towards bliss. It was all the more painful to let go of the hot body, but P. couldn't deceive her pleading and slightly frightened eyes; his will, clenched in a steel fist, was cracking at the seams, and he let a couple of leaks of his desire, he couldn't take his pleading eyes off her sad and increasingly calm eyes.

N. softly touched the protruding bulge on the jeans, easily unbuttoned the belt and zipper, and extracted the part of the body most important to P. at that moment. The cock was slightly wilted from her refusal, but feeling the gentle grip of her fingers, it began to harden quickly; a couple of light movements — and there it was, swollen, slightly curved upward, and trembling with excitement. The glans easily emerged from the foreskin, turned crimson, and shone with stretched skin. N. softly enveloped it with her lips, squeezed them tighter, and let the hot ember into her mouth. Her fingers gently stroked his testicles and the base of the cock, her head moved rhythmically, the cock either sank into her mouth to the very root, or only the glans was caressed by skillful lips and a gentle tongue. Then P. was seized by slight panic — "I'm going to cum now, where to spurt the semen?" But his friend, as if guessing his fear, simply squeezed the root tighter and compressed her lips a little more. A couple more movements — and P. flew to heaven, his cock tensely contracted, pushing out the juice of love, and his friend swallowed this hot, fragrant liquid, thereby delivering even more bliss to her partner, unaccustomed to such caresses. She caressed the subsiding phallus with her mouth a little more, licked the last drop of seed from the glans, and kissed P., who had fallen into a complete stupor, on the corner of his mouth. He jerked to respond to the kiss, but N. gently stopped this impulse:

— Well, that's it, time to go.

Happy and stunned, P. drove the car mindlessly, his heart rejoiced and sang, only at the very bottom settled a slight bitterness from the loss of those very, happiest minutes before N.'s refusal.

Several months passed.

Once again, N. gifted a couple of days of happiness and light euphoria; P. courted her more and more persistently, and finally, they found themselves alone in his car again. N. was wearing a beautiful white sundress, knee-length. Sitting in the passenger seat, N. revealed to the driver's view a pair of rounded, slightly tanned knees. They were sweet knees, clean, smooth, not like the chicken-sharp knees of skinny colleagues. They simply demanded touches and caresses. P. didn't make himself wait and placed his right hand on the nearest shapely leg with surprisingly smooth, soft skin.

— Checking if I shaved?" she flashed her eyes from under lowered lashes.

— And are you like this everywhere?" P. threw out half-jokingly, "can I check?

N. slightly spread her legs, and the driver, not risking taking his eyes off the road, ran his palm along the inner part of her thigh until it rested against the semi-transparent silk of her panties. Then he authoritatively slipped his hand under the elastic and felt under his fingers the tender flesh, oozing with desire. The girl lifted herself slightly, lowered her panties a little lower, and spread her legs wider.

P. began to stroke the tender folds; it turned out awkwardly, he had to watch the road, and the shape of her pussy was noticeably different from his wife's familiar one.

— Command me," he asked.

— Higher!" she threw out abruptly, breathing intermittently, then slightly moved her butt so that his finger would lie more comfortably on her clitoris. "More, faster," she just as abruptly commanded the obedient tool, then sharply thrust her pelvis upward and literally impaled herself on the willingly sliding finger. Allowing him to massage her from the inside, N. returned to her previous pose, giving P. the opportunity to caress her clitoris. This repeated several times. On a sharp turn, the driver had to tear himself away from his excited partner; after shifting gears, he greedily licked his fingers, covered in her lubrication. Groaning with pleasure, he began to stroke her pussy again. Turning onto the already familiar dirt road, P. drove a couple of hundred meters and stopped in the same hollow. Now he had both hands at his disposal. But then, smiling slyly, P. took a black opaque bag from the top shelf and, with a magician's gesture, extracted from it a vibrator bought the day before. N.'s eyes widened slightly, then she moaned something inarticulate very erotically, which P. took as complete agreement with this turn of events. The lover carefully inserted the vibrator into her vagina and turned on the low speed. His lips slid down her belly, covered by the sundress's delicate fabric, kissed a mole on her pubis. Suddenly, N., finding the lever, reclined the seat, moved up on it, and finally spread her legs wide, giving her partner room for his hands and mouth. He, fumbling a bit, settled more comfortably and began to suck on her lips, then lick her clitoris, then touch the entrance to her vagina with his tongue, feeling the vibration of the phallic imitator. Turning on a higher speed, P. began to massage her vagina with the vibrator and everything else with his mouth. N. firmly took his hand and began to guide it, setting the rhythm and depth of insertion of the toy. Moans began to mix with the loud breathing, becoming more rhythmic and louder.

— More, more," she exhaled, and finally squeezed the hand holding the vibrator and thrust it strongly inside. Her body began to be shaken by contractions in her lower abdomen, her clitoris rhythmically shuddered and twitched, she held the hand with the vibrator inside and moaned loudly.

P. stopped caressing her and simply enjoyed the magical view of the large, swollen, and shiny lips, the pearl of the clitoris hiding between them, the entrance to the vagina slightly covered with postpartum scars, and suddenly they became so dear to him, so familiar, that he again pressed his lips to this rose and felt the waves of orgasm subside, the spasms become weaker and rarer until they ceased altogether.

P. carefully removed the toy, turned it off, and, unexpectedly for himself, licked his girl's juice from it, and it was so pleasant and sweet that he again pounced on the hot, open maw of her vagina, inserted his tongue as deep as he could, and began to lick the dear inside with its tip.

— Well, that's enough for the first time," N. gently but persistently moved her lover's head away.

— You want everything right away, don't rush, leave something in reserve for the next time," she smiled, knowing that there would definitely be a next time, because this sometimes funny, sometimes too intrusive, and sometimes very sweet guy was becoming more and more likable to her.

— I'll let you know when I'm ready for everything," N. firmly promised, and P. believed her immediately and unconditionally.

— Between the Tale and the Fairytale

P. was simply overflowing with energy, joy, he was even glowing; N., on the contrary — the closer they got to her house, the sadder and more preoccupied her face became, and then her husband's call — and she just wilted. Nothing remained of the woman who literally 5 minutes ago was moaning with pleasure; simply a sad beauty was sitting next to him, outwardly very similar to that liberated and bold priestess of love, but where her thoughts were — he didn't know, and probably no one would ever know. The blissful smile also slowly slid from P.'s face; he couldn't understand what was wrong.

— We walk on the earth, and we must not break away from it; flight ends in a fall. And the higher you fly — the harder the earth hits you when you meet it," N. slowly, deliberately said in some tired, gray voice, "It hits very hard," she quietly added, looking straight ahead.

Not a trace of joy remained in P. either. He tried to catch her gaze, but she stubbornly looked at the road, apparently not wanting to see or hear anyone or anything. P. tried to talk about something else, to somehow distract her, but the armor of alienation hardened before his eyes; the woman's voice became dry and ringing. P. realized that today he had committed the greatest stupidity — he had taken by deception what he had not yet earned, and he cursed himself, his selfishness, and his self-confidence.

— And you didn't even think about me, my feelings," N. broke the prolonged pause, "you don't care about me, my world, but I have a family, and you're so quick here — came, saw, left your mark," the bitterness in her voice literally poisoned P., made him sober up and look at everything that had happened from her side, and the picture turned out not so bright and festive at all.

At home, N. was met by a sullen and clearly agitated (not in a sexual way) husband. What they talked about I can only guess; unlikely about nature. N. had to smooth over the acute situation all night. I don't know if she got pleasure or was just "sucking for forgiveness." And I don't want to know.

But P. was overcome by a belated sense of guilt. At home, he answered some questions absolutely automatically, did something around the house, played with his daughter. Unexpectedly surrendering to the game, he seemed to be able to drive away the heavy melancholy that had gripped his heart. And so he waited until evening, spending it as if in two planes — one part of his brain, the more practical one — was responsible for immediate needs, for behavior, for smiles and gestures, for not outwardly showing what the other half was occupied with now. And in the second, there was chaos — dark thoughts and fears for N. were unexpectedly pierced by bright flashes of memories of today's fiery sex, and it was so pleasant that sometimes a wide, happy smile still broke onto his face, causing puzzled looks from his wife.__P_