I went once after second shift home. At work we celebrated the birthday boss and, of course, a little drinkin'. Sat, pogudeli in hop. Then all dispersed, and I have worked. It became dark, the shift ended and I headed home. Of course, hops from me almost eroded, but the feeling remained. To arrive home quickly, I decided to go through the yard of the station of young technicians. Turned. Go. Walk around the building and literally stumble's nose at the kissing couple. It seems that the students seem to like me, slightly tipsy. They are located right on the doorsteps of the building, the guy bends the girl backward, as if to fill up the wants, and she ran behind him with his hands and not given. But they kiss, that is, from the heart.

With one hand the boy caresses her thighs, short dress creased up. Dress on a girl's breast, quite open and visible to the naked breast, and one breast guy squeezes and strokes his hand. And the second her Breasts. She, naked, nipple protrudes forward, but the guy did not touch her. The third hand he doesn't. A couple of seconds, I looked at all the impressionism and suddenly... Why did I do it? I do not know. Probably, the whole hops from me it was never released. I stepped forward, and, being literally two feet away from the couple, carefully reached out a hand forward. Some centimeters separated my palm from Nude girl's chest. I froze. The couple continued to kiss so fiercely and selflessly that, apparently, nothing in the world for them no longer existed. The boy eagerly caressing his bottom girlish belly and one breast. And I took it. With care and tenderness that I could not imagine and assume, I put my hand on bare chest girl. The one that so lonely was sticking out of his unbuttoned dress. She was so smooth, supple, silky, cool! But the main thing was different. The girl did not seem to feel the palm of my hand. My fingers came alive, began to move against my will. I began to fondle the Breasts of girls. I thought I stopped to think. The tips of my fingers touched the maiden's gentle breast, I saw that the guy caresses the other breast more roughly, he was crushing her, pulling the nipple, the girl shuddered, her thighs clenched convulsively, but the boy's hand pushed them, tried to creep to the heart. Why the girl felt her caress no two men's hands, but three? Or did she feel it, but decided that it was her friend acquired on the date of the third hand? Had she really been so drunk? I don't think. Stand polusognuvshis I was very uncomfortable. And then I gently got down on one knee. Now it was handy, however, I lost the ability to maneuver. That is, I could quickly jump to the side if a guy suddenly stopped his caresses. After all, the main executor of lovemaking he was, and I told him only helped. At least, such a role I myself took. He is number one and I'm the second. Understudy, so to speak.
The thought of possible retribution somehow did not bother me. "Come what may" - I thought, continuing to caress her girlish Breasts. To tell the truth, it was scary. My sordid, lustful desire mixed with primal fear. An amazing cocktail of sensations! Gentle, rounded elastic ball filled my palm. And nipple, kripen'ka, Horny male affection. But I had one more free hand! Where would it attach? I looked closer and realized that the boy caressing the girl, not paying attention to the outside of her thighs. And he may have considered it a closed Chapter, because his hand was occupied only the lower part of her belly and inner side of thighs. Maybe. And I held out my other hand and placed it on the thigh for girls. On the outer side. Then I began to caress her leg, her thigh. Here and there. The second my hand didn't rest on the girl's chest. At the same time, my lovers were so engrossed in their endless kiss that didn't notice me. Suddenly the boy jerked and snorted passionately. And I am terrible disappointment I felt that she succumbed to his pressure and she leans back. The guy is also felt and acted more decisively. He began to fill it, causing the contact of my hand with her breast stopped. Only the second hand I was still stroking her leg, but here I was waiting for a fiasco. The guy, not interrupting the kiss, laid the girl on her back and with my leg, began to mastitis on top of her. What about me? As I stood on one knee. Like soldiers at the flag during the oath. And the banner he somehow took. Claimed. I was hurt and annoyed. Suddenly, I realized that the girl apparently managed to interrupt the kiss. Because she said hot, choking whisper: - Dennis, what are you passionate today! So you've never been! The guy mumbled something in response. - Like you grew another pair of hands! she exclaimed. But he drowned out her babble hot kiss. If I knew a girl like her, their feelings were close to the truth! I straightened her leg and stood up. Their embrace became more and more outspoken. I knew what was going to happen. And then I turned abruptly and walked away. Because here I was still the odd man out.