... Near the stand with swimsuits there was no one. I walked past the cow-sized size, pushed the closed models aside and took two very, very open white and soft blue colors from the hanger. It would be necessary to try on. In the morning hours all the fitting rooms were free. Having hung my purse on a hanger near a large mirror, I pulled off my skirt, took off my T-shirt and looked at myself in reflection. And in fact, the tan clearly does not hurt ...
I liked white more, however it was more expensive. The top looked very interesting on my small breast, and the fabric, when it gets wet, will surely become transparent. And the bottom was generally miniature, would he cover something? ... Extremely piquant copy. I tried on the bottom right on the panties. So it is, the hairs slightly stick out from the sides and from above of a tiny white triangle, which goes between the halves of the ass with a thread. Yes, I definitely need to show someone ...
I opened the curtain of the fitting room. There was only a shopkeeper nearby. Go to her, or what?
- May I ask? - I slightly raised my voice, but not much, even so that they could hear me.
The saleswoman readily responded and walked in my direction. I left the fitting room and took a couple of steps. A bit coldish floor gave the heels discomfort. It was felt that the air conditioning in the store works full. After waiting for the saleswoman to come closer, I also took a few steps in her direction, as on a catwalk, and stood with my hands on my hips.
- sits well? - I started the attack right away.
The girl carefully examined me and professionally bothered me that if I like this swimsuit, then yes, it is good, and if not, then they have models - well, just bombs. Here, here and here. She showed several options.
“Thank you, don't,” I snapped, and went back inside the booth.
The first sortie ended in nothing. Ladnenko, let's wait a bit ... A couple of minutes later I heard metal rub against metal - someone moved hangers on which bathing suits hung. I opened the curtain again. A short girl stood in the distance from me, busy, apparently the same as me. I didn’t have time to say the words as she turned to me and began to look at me evaluatively.
- I just can not choose ... - I smiled. “Do you think they won't laugh at me?”
- Why do they laugh?
The girl slowly took a step forward and was right in front of me. Having played a little with ribbons, she arranged the white strips of fabric on my chest a little differently, as if squeezing the breast sideways.
“It will seem more,” she said authoritatively.
Suddenly she approached even closer, cutting the distance to the critical one, through the fabric of the swimsuit, felt my nipples, gently pressed, held up and down a couple of times, and explained:
- I still do it sometimes. To look sexy.
I pushed the stripes of the swimsuit aside and my breasts became available for her to see. I squeezed the peas of the nipples, which were already brazenly sticking out between the thumb and forefinger, and gently twisted them. Easy excitement was not long in coming.
“And I am,” I continued the theme started by the girl.
She slightly pushed my fingers away and took hold of my nipples again. Excitement is growing.
“So you can, too,” she agreed, and her hand went down. - And here I would shave.
The girl smiled and brought her lips to mine.
- Where? ... - I continued the game.
- Here, - the girl put her hand on my pubis.
- Where?
- Here, here! - She insisted and gently stroked my pussy through a swimsuit and panties.
- But where? - I did not yield.
- Why, here ... - with these words, she stroked my tummy, put her fingers under the elastic of her panties, smoothed my pubic hair and felt the clitoris.
Under her pressure, I retreated back to the booth. As soon as we went inside, the girl stopped caressing me, shoved me to the end, turned around, closed the curtain and let her hair down, and shook her head, and turned to me again. The transformation was dramatic. The witch queen with the demonic eyes in her eyes looked at me.
Literally grabbing my head, she began to kiss my lips. Gently and gently, but aggressively and confidently. My tongue began to respond to her caresses, and her lips pressed tightly against hers. What will happen to lipstick at that moment interested me the least. We licked for a long time, holding our breath. Then she let go of my head, pulled away from me, put a beautiful hand to my face, ran her fingers to my cheek, lips, middle finger parted her lips and stuck it in my mouth. Having immersed two phalanxes in my mouth, she began to take out and put her finger, and I tried to lick it with my tongue.
She looked into my eyes and smiled. Then, with her left hand, she again strongly pulled off the elastic of her panties, reached into her right hand and with a wet finger led me over the crack. I stooped, quickly released from the swimsuit and panties, pressed her hand to her pussy and planted vagina on her finger. She came out of my finger and entered again, and I swayed toward her with movements, trying to catch such a position that she reached my favorite point. The warm languor of pleasure in the waves rose in the lower part of the body. She found, found, found ...
Looking again from my lips, the girl tilted her head and licked a brown nipple circle. I immediately reached for it with a finger. Her tongue and my finger simultaneously caressed the nipple. And then a moan broke from my lips.
- Hush, hush ... - whispered the girl and again closed my mouth with a kiss.
Not stopping to fuck me with a finger, she pressed herself to me with her whole body and slowly began to rub against me. With my free hand I climbed under her dress and stroked my ass. At this moment I covered the orgasm. The girl's mouth swallowed my moan, I jerked and squirmed, pleasant cramps drove my lower abdomen and vagina. Her finger entered me and went out ... Ah! ... Ah ...
When I froze, the girl pulled back a little, pulled out a finger, licked another nipple and suddenly turned my back to her. She put her hand on my spine, stroked between the shoulder blades, lightly pressed and I bent. She sat down and I felt her breath in my ass. Her fingers began to push my buttocks apart, I helped her, pushing the halves of my ass apart harder. She sat below me, lifted her head and licked my pussy. Her agile tongue was worn there where her finger had recently ruled.
There was plenty of lubrication, and she very quickly replaced the tongue with the same finger, and quickly found my most sensitive point again. I screamed. There was nothing to silence my mouth now.
- Well, you! Hush! ...
I did not have the strength to answer. Moreover, she did not stop: the girl quickened her movements with her finger, with the second hand she smoothed my wet hair around the hole on her ass and licked my anus. I began to move actively. With my ass, I would sit on the girl's tongue, and her finger drilled my vagina ... I wanted to stay in this fitting room ...
I began to run my fingers a little, bringing them closer to the gap between the buttocks, pushed them further apart, as if twisting them. Her tongue struggled with the tight sphincter of my ass, licking every fold and trying to get inside. With her finger she led me to a new wave of orgasm, she stuck her second hand from below, reached out to my chest and felt a nipple. The enjoyment was indescribable. I let go of one hand from the buttock, raised it to my mouth and sank my teeth into my forearm, so as not to scream. The sweetest flour entered the body from below, I was shaking and throwing up, the vagina was compressed and unclenched, I jerked and shook my head. Wah! ... Ah ...
I sat down on a low bench in the corner and closed my eyes. I have to take a breath for a few seconds. Woo-wah! ...
Overcoming the resistance of gentle hands that stroked my head I lifted my head, I opened my eyes and looked at the girl. She looked at me with a smile. I knelt, approached her, lifted her dress. Through transparent panties, I saw a thin slit, smooth-shaven and so inviting. Pulling back her panties and dumping an oldies on the floor, I was going to lick this beautiful alluring tenderness.
- Stop. Do not ... - whispered the girl and slightly bent.
To get her tongue to her pussy in such a pose was problematic. I got out from under the dress, but still remained on my knees, hugging her ass.
- Why? What happened?
- Do not ... I do not want. Another time, she said and pulled away.
- Strange ... As you wish.
She again smiled at me gently and mysteriously and opened the curtain of the fitting room.
- I will wait for you. Get dressed ...
I pulled off the top of my swimsuit and was in a hurry to dress. Panties. Done ... Skirt. There is ... Now shirt. Where is the handbag? ... Oh, here it is. Come on! ... She got a bright red lipstick Lank. It will be without liner. A couple of strokes. Look in the mirror. To correct hair. Everything is OK. I jumped out ...
There was no girl anywhere ...
I have everything gone down. How so? I came out of the bathing suit zakutka, looked at the hall. So it is - it is nowhere to be seen. Phew! ...
I returned to the fitting room, took the swimsuits, hung the blue one on the bar, and with the white went to the checkout. While my purchase was wrapped and packaged in a colorful paper bag, I nervously tapped Visa on the counter near the ticket office and looked again at the hall. She was nowhere to be found.
At the exit, I decided to ask the guard:
- Sorry?
“Yes, beauty,” the tall guard in uniform responded, shaking the mine detector menacingly.
- There was a girl with me. Little black one, in a white dress, low.
- Well yes. Gone is your girlfriend. More precisely left. Here is her "Toyota" stood.
He poked the mine detector on the parking space, which, naturally, a second after the release was occupied by another machine.
- Okay. Left, so left. Bye
- Until. Come again for a chat. And bring a girlfriend. - The guard was clearly in a playful mood.
The store's cool, air-conditioned air contrasted strikingly with the sultry hot atmosphere of the beginning day. Day should be a truly beach. I stuck the key in the lock, turned the ignition, the car purred, the radio began to play. The announcer "Galgalats" talked about the situation on the roads. No traffic jams yet. I turned on the air conditioner, put the switch on the four, lowered the window and waited until the powerful fan expelled the hot air away. We must go home, take a book, and as soon as possible to the beach, which is still not a strong inferno. Raising the glass, turning on the left turn, I started to move.
Behind me, the driver of the taxi that had overtaken me got into a shrill pace, slowed down, leaned in my direction, twisted my finger at my temple. I never learn to look in the rearview mirror ...
At home, I quickly collected a beach bag. Taking two cans of cola, I shut the fridge. I wore a swimsuit again and looked at myself in the mirror. The bikini line needed an urgent update. But okay, not today, and the sun will be unbearable. I decided not to take off the swimsuit, although it deprived me of the pleasure to change clothes right on the beach, hiding behind a towel.
I love to do it. Right next to his lounger, and not in the locker room. Feel like dozens of eyes look at me. Put your hands under the bottom. Do not rush to make calculating movements under the towel. Slightly bend to the towel opened slightly. Slowly take off your panties. Long turn them around and hide in a bag. And then - oops! Fell towel! Oh ho ho. As if by chance.
What a bad luck ...
But okay, this entertainment will be left for the next time, especially since, most likely, there will not be many people on the beach today. For the fall scene, towels would be good for more viewers. And, in order not to go urgently to the bath and not to pick up the bikini, I brought along a white pareo. Wetting him on the hips, I decided, in any case, you can not sunbathe for a long time today, for the first time this season, after all.
I parked in the parking lot near the Hilton, took the parking ticket for two hours and tucked it under the windshield, I shut the door and pressed the button on the remote control. The alarm sounded, the headlights blinked, and I tapped my heels on the paved walkway to the beach. Passing showers and dressing rooms, past umbrellas and pizza kiosks, I took off my shoes. Very hot. I clumsily ran across the loose, burning sand to the sun beds that stood eighteen meters from the sea. Around the sun beds, the sand was wet and cool, you could not rush. I went along the slender ranks of the blue trestle beds, looking for a place. Well, where are you, beautiful men! Yeah, here is one, here is the second, third. And all? Yes, today the choice is small. But maybe someone else will do ...
Throwing a bag on the lounger in the middle of the row, I looked around. I have already noticed and furtively watched. From under the glasses. As I.
I stretched, untied the belt on the dress and pulled it over my head. Turned a couple of times, let them consider carefully. She took a pareo from her bag and tied it on her hips. I sat down on the couch, pulled out a book from my bag. Men quietly began to turn away. Everyone did their own thing. Yeah, now is the time. I untied the swimsuit ribbons around my neck, laid my hands behind my back, untied one more bundle and that's it - I'm topless ...
I again chained my views. It's only the beginning. I took out a brown bottle of tanning cream and twisted the stopper. I poured some cream on my fingers, put the bottle between my legs, took the second hand with the fingers of the second one and began to rub it in the nipples. Several circular movements, so-like, hit the swelling peas, pinch them a little. Great!
Several men rolled over on his stomach. Best praise for my actions! Satisfied with the impression I made, I scooped up the cream more and put it on my shoulders, my back, my stomach, chest and legs. I knelt on a lounger and rubbed the cream under the pareo in the buttocks and thighs. A few more guys turned over on his stomach ... Well, enough to scoff. Moreover, it was inconvenient to kneel on a lounger, he sprung and sagged.
I lay on my back and pretended to be reading. The movements of the male half of the beach around me resembled the concentric circles of sharks during a shipwreck. The guys seemed to be passing by, trying to get closer; who sneaked who insolently looked at my breasts sticking up to the sky. Well, who is the first to dare to come and talk?
The first who dared was a beach worker. Having received a twenty from me in the form of payment for a lounger, he tore off a receipt, stood for a couple more minutes and with a sigh retired. Next I had to wait about five minutes. A young man appeared on the beach, looked around, noticed me and walked in my direction. He did not dare to lie down on the next lounger, there were a lot of empty seats.
Having settled down in my row, but after one tapchan, he began to undress. In turn, pretending to be reading, I looked at it. A pleasant face, glasses are not the most expensive, but from the last collection, a muscular physique, if there are extra kilograms, then in the right places. Melting hid the farm impressive size.
The beach worker decided to take advantage of another opportunity to gawk at me and jumped up to take a fee from the newcomer. While the settlement was taking place, the change was given, a coin falling on the sand was rising, I decided not to lose the moment and try to plunge. I did not dare to go into the water without top. Quickly putting on and tying a swimsuit, I went to the water.
It was hot, the sea was also warm, but the foolish excitement made it impossible to go deeper. After taking a couple of steps, I was hit by a foamy wave, lost my balance, flopped, drank salt water, and sat waiting for the sea to move. I decided to postpone my feat of the first swim of the season, and when the waters subsided, I got up and went back to my place. I was not there just a few minutes.
However, during this time, something has changed.
Some men got closer, but still at a safe distance. And the guy who just came moved to the next couch and was now very close. I pulled out a towel, wiped my face, took a couple of sips of cola, and again took off the top of my swimsuit. My neighbor looked at me with admiration. I wore glasses and lay down. Opening the book, I tried to focus on reading.
- What are you reading, you can ask? - asked the guy.
Using the finger as a bookmark, I closed the book, showed him the cover and added for confidence:
- "The dedicated gardener" Le Carré.
- And what is your name, if not a secret?
- Why is it a secret, my name is Diana.
“And I'm Max, very nice,” the guy turned on his side and raised himself on his elbow.
“And to me,” I smiled.
Encouraged by such a beginning, my new acquaintance ventured to ask:
- Not afraid to burn?
I also turned on my side, turning to him, only I put my hand under my head.
- And if I burn, I will toss and turn.
- And I was told that the female breast is very susceptible to sun exposure, especially the nipples.
- You are very informed. By the way, well, that reminded.
I sat down, took out the protective cream again, squeezed out a small amount, divided it between my fingers and rubbed it into my nipples. Now I already lingered there longer. A few movements, and now they stick out like mad. I turned my head, looked at the guy, made sure that the direction of his gaze was correct, kept her hands on her chest a little more, some more caressing movements, more ... I felt how excited I began to embrace me.
I lay down again. A bottle of cream remained unclosed.
- Now, according to the logic of the genre, I have to offer to rub your back with cream, - Max joked.
- You have a nice voice.
- Is it regarded as “yes” or “no”?
Instead of answering, I turned around on my stomach, lay down comfortably, and handed him a cream. He sat up, his legs dangling on the sand, his knees touched me. Having scooped up the cream, he put the first stroke on my back. With pleasant light movements, he began to rub the cream, rubbing it all over his back. A minute later it was not rubbing the cream, but a relaxing massage. I closed my eyes.
His movements were bolder and bolder. He stroked my back, crumpled, pinched easily, pressed. Warmly start spreading through the body. I furtively tried several times to rub my nipples on the rough surface of the lounger. Excitement is growing. I once again rubbed my nipples on the lounger. This is not from the guy hid. He scooped up more cream and his hands dropped to the back of his thighs. Max was already completely leaning over me. His hands fluttered across my back, hips, untied the stirring Poreo, and stroked my buttocks. How long it lasted - even hard to say.
But then I noticed that his movements became much bolder. When he stroked my legs, my fingers would necessarily pass along the inner surface, and the finger of the second hand, massaging my ass, would sometimes sink into the crack. I have already passed the point from which I could still return. I wanted to finish.
To max it was easier, I spread my legs. Quite a bit, from the side, even unnoticed. But his finger is now free to penetrate my ass, to the quivering from the excitement of the anus, covered only with a thin thread of a swimsuit.
And his other hand touched my pussy. A few touches of gentle fingers - and I flowed. He pushed aside the thread that interfered with him, ran a couple of times over swollen lips, smeared grease and injected his finger into the vagina. He didn’t push him deeply, rhythmically entered and left me. His thumb naturally lay on my asshole, he tried to push him inside, but in that position I did not let him go. Leaving this venture, Max focused on caressing my pussy. I made a few wriggling movements, rubbed on the sunbed chest and pubis. It was close, oh, how close.
I didn’t control myself at all: moaning, shuddering, twitching. At the peak of pleasure, I just got up on my knees, pulled the vagina on his finger. He took advantage of the moment shoved him deeper. And then I shouted ...
He continued to stroke me from behind, and I lay with my eyes closed. I was afraid to open them, I was afraid to look into his eyes, look at other beachers, was afraid to spoil this unreal incomprehensible subtle magical situation.
When he stopped massaging me and lay down again on his couch, I rolled onto my back. Opening my eyes, I made sure that the world did not turn over, the beach remained a beach, no one runs to arrest me, no one fainted, and in general no one looks accusingly at all.
“It's good that there were no children around,” Max tried to joke.
I took off my glasses and looked into his eyes:
- What happened?
“Oh, nothing special,” Max smiled back at me.
I exhaled, stretched out on a sun bed in pleasant languor. Pareo was lying somewhere nearby. Max looked at me again, completely relaxed, open, except for a tiny white triangle swimsuit.
- Listen ... And what are you doing tonight?
- Nothing special. Not yet decided.
- I have a suggestion.
- Offer.
- Let's take a trip somewhere, relax together. BUT?
- So you invite me on a date?
Max nodded happily.
We agreed to meet at eight. I called the address where to pick me up and began to gather. He wanted to escort me and started the training too.
- Rest ... Do not - I put my hand on his shoulder and stroked. - You will still have the opportunity to hold me.
I left him sitting on the couch, ran through the area of hot sand, shook off his heels and put on shoes. Faster in the car and turn on the air conditioner! ...
... In the evening, the choice of dress predetermined everything else. The bra was left lying in the closet, without hesitation. A little more time took pick up panties. The dress was opaque, just above the knees, so, after sorting through several options, I decided not to wear shorts. Also without further regrets, as a rush of soul. High-heeled shoes, a small handbag. Bright red lipstick.
Hair to collect, lift up, stab. I looked in the mirror - it turned out quite nicely. The lack of panties added if not excitement, then inspiration for sure.
The sixth Mazda Max appeared a few minutes before eight. Jumping out of the house, sitting next to Maxim, I leaned toward him and lifted my cheek for a kiss. The kiss turned out dryish, but that was only the beginning ... I never argue where to go. There are, of course, a couple of places where I will not go for anything. And in one of them they won't let me in anymore.
And in general, I'm not fussy. Therefore, when Max offered to go to one new pub, I did not refuse, although I had to go far enough. Max substantiated his choice by saying that the pub is new, the prices are attractive, the decor is excellent, and in this pub his friend worked as a barman, so we were promised exclusive cocktails.
Thirty minutes later we arrived at our goal. But it turned out that all parking places are occupied; we had some time to go around while we found a dark place in a small narrow street, where a huge Mazda could squeeze.
When Max drowned out the engine and looked at me with a smile, I stretched out my hand, ran it over my leg, put my hand on the bulge in my groin, felt for my penis and gently massaged it. I felt a beast begin to awake in my hand ... Max looked at me in surprise. To prevent him from coming to his senses, I quickly unfastened his belt, button, snake on his fly. Having pulled a rubber band with one hand, I pulled out a trimmed penis of impressive size from my underpants. Several movements - and I achieved a complete erection.
The head of the penis was big, reddish and shiny. Like Chupa Chups. I leaned in, wanting to save lipstick stuck out my tongue very strongly, and licked a hole on the tip. Max groaned. I licked the head in a circle, several times licked the swollen bulge along the edge. I collected the saliva on my hand, smeared it on the trunk and began swinging movements. My tongue was walking on the head, I periodically put it out and rubbed the whole head about it. I accelerated the movement and added amplitude. Max fidgeted in the driver's seat. It was felt - just a minute and it will explode ...
At this moment I pulled away and using the minute confusion Maxim left the car. Max jumped out after a few seconds, fastening the belt and tucking the shirt. He caught up with me about eighteen meters, turned, hugged, wanted to kiss ... I dodged a kiss, but I did not break out of my embrace.
“Not now ... Then ...”
- when? Wow! What was it?!
- Yes, yes. Nothing special.
- Wait, Diana. Give me at least refuel.
I stopped near the entrance to the pub. Max tucked up his shirt, straightened his belt, came up, hugged and asked:
- When is the sequel? I would like a logical conclusion ...
- Patience ... Everything will be.
And we entered the pub. There were few free tables, we sat down in one in the center. The waitress immediately put a candle on the table and lit it, striking a lighter.
At this moment we were noticed by the bartender. I completely forgot about him, although I heard many compliments in his address. When a tall blond guy of unimaginable beauty came out from behind the bar and walked in our direction, everything grew together in my brain, everything fell into place.
Max got up, shook hands with the bartender. Having told me that the bartender is called Tolik, he introduced me too.
Shreds stood behind. Somewhat solemnly, he put his hands on my shoulders, bent over gracefully, leaned over and looked into my face:
- Max, why did you hide this beauty from me?
I did not hear what Max answered, because Tolik's unusually gentle hands suddenly, imperceptibly for Max, began to stroke my shoulders. Very subtle movement of the fingers, and how nice.
The guys talked a few minutes about mutual acquaintances, about this and that. Then they decided to go to the bar to choose what we drink today. Max moved in the direction of the rack first, and Tolik for a moment remained behind. This moment was enough for him to gently run his hand over my chest, linger on the nipple, a few more movements - and I understood: it is not a matter of chance. Departing from our table, he turned around and smiled broadly. I also answered with a smile.
A few minutes later we drank a wonderful mixture of martini and campari, we seized it all with seafood salad and chatted. Through the hall, I caught on myself Tolik's greedy glances. And I decided to start the game again.
A shred of my legs were clearly visible under the table. I shook my knees from side to side, slightly pushing them apart. But I do not think that he could see something from such a distance. I decided to act more actively. Putting one hand under the table, I slightly rolled up the dress. Then a little more. A little bit more. The look from behind the bar was directed to the right place. A little bit more. Oh-pa!
From Tolik's sagging jaw, I realized that he saw everything that I intended to show him. I spread my legs even harder, lifted the dress for a second - a control shot to the head, then moved my knees and pulled the dress back to the end. Our eyes met. Shreds swallowed and looked into my eyes with a stunned look. After another couple of minutes, I announced to Max that I should do wee-wee. I got up, walked over to the bar, and asked Tolik where the toilet was, and he silently nodded me in the direction of a small passage.
I spun in front of the mirror and waited. If I calculated everything correctly, in two minutes Tolik should have appeared here. Leaving his workplace and getting to the toilet took him a minute more than I thought. I stood leaning my ass on the sink when the door opened and I saw his face in the doorway. He also nodded silently to me, offering to leave the toilet. I followed him. When I went out into the passage, he opened the door nearby, which turned out to be the entrance to the back room.
The problem was that this door was visible from the hall, and, most importantly, from the table at which Max missed. Tolik beckoned me and quickly leaked out so. I shut my eyes, bullet slipping through the visible distance and entered the stuffy and dark back room.
Shreds did not lose a second, as if in a hurry on a plane. His lips found mine instantly; he immediately activated his tongue and began to examine my mouth. I hugged him and wetly responded to his kiss. He suddenly pulled away and quickly opened his trousers. It was noticeable that he was excited and that he was in a hurry. I touched his erect penis and to myself noted the size. Here is a giant!
Strong hands turned me around. Tenderness has evaporated somewhere. Shreds pulled up my dress, lightly slapped on the ass, I heard him lick his finger, his hand slipped back between my legs and a wet finger penetrated my vagina. With the second hand, he slightly pushed me forward, I took a step, leaned my elbow on some stand and bent. I started stroking my clit with my finger and looked at what Tolik did.
Satisfied with the spectacle, he took a condom out of his pocket, broke the packaging with his teeth, pulled out a rubber band and with a quick and confident movement rolled it around the penis. Several times he ran his hand along the trunk, brought the erection to perfection, approached me, put an end to the entrance to the vagina and abruptly entered me. I already screamed ...
Tolik stopped for a second, got up comfortably, grabbed my hands by the hips and began to fuck me. His movements were deep and rhythmic, like on a simulator. Once, once, once, once! He shook me like a piston, I cared little for him. Well, have the most. Groping for the fold of my clitoris, I began to stroke myself; it would not be easy to adjust to a monster who, with a squish, entered and left me.
And then I saw something that unexpectedly raised a wave of excitement in me. Drawn by the force of the spring, the door to the backroom did not close tightly, but left a gap of fairly decent size. And in this gap I saw half of the hall and, just, our table, where Max was finishing his glass in solitude. The idea of being fucked almost before the eyes of my acquaintance (although very recent) seemed funny to me, and I tried to find some kind of pleasure in it. My finger knew his business, plus the pressure of the member who filled the vagina and hammering me - and this is all there, from where I could see Max - mmm, I closed my eyes and got ready to cum.
Suddenly, Tolik stopped his movements, pulled out a member and turned me to face him. His movements were somewhat bluff. Clenching my ass, he lifted me up like a fluff and put me on a pile of something soft. Pulling up the dress and pulling me closer to him, he again entered me with a roar and continued his swing.
"Just some kind of pump" - I thought. My hand again fell on the clitoris, I began to make light circular movements. Heat began to fill the bottom of the body.
“Take your hand away,” Shred said suddenly. - I want to see you.
I obediently left the pussy.
Shreds untied the dress straps and lowered the top. My breasts jumped out. He put his hand on my chest, squeezed his chest with his fingers, ran his hand up and down and shook his head in displeasure.
- Where are the boobs? Forgot to fasten?
That was so mean, I thought. My hands instinctively tried to close the breasts. But he confidently took my hands and spread my arms apart. His gaze slid over me, across my face, across my chest, across my pussy, he still accelerated his movements and dug me at a frantic pace.
Then his face took on a stupid expression, he often began to breathe, the movements of the member in me became intermittent and even deeper.
- Well, stop it! ...
- Sach-a-as ...
Shreds stopped. For a few seconds he stood still, breathless.
- Do! Almost got it off!
- So you did not finish?
- Not yet.
He pulled out a dick and pulled off the condom. Grabbing me by the hips, he literally pulled me off the rack. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I squatted on my haunches. The hair around the huge dick was on, shaved pubis shone smoothly, like a girl.
He took his hand to the trunk and brought it to my mouth. I opened my mouth for strength and grabbed my head. With two hands, he took hold of my head and almost completely drove his gun into my mouth. I almost choked! I instinctively knelt down, otherwise he would have thrown me on my back. Kneeling on the floor and getting a foothold, I tried to grab hold of his penis at the base with a hand, forming a kind of barrier, but his penis were great. Strongly holding my hands by the hair, he literally stuck my head on the penis.
- Look, look at your boyfriend there! - Suddenly he said to me.
I just squinted my eyes and saw Max at the table. Then I realized that the door to the back is not closed on purpose! The sight of Maxim, waiting for me, excites Tolik. Here in the hall sits his friend, and he five minutes to his girlfriend to fuck, and fucks in his mouth. At the same time almost in sight of him. He growled, jerked, pressed my head harder and slammed the sperm into my throat. I took a swallowing move. Then another and another.
He pulled out a dick, a little bit too small, but still tense. Shook it several times. A couple of drops fell on the floor, a few flew on my dress. Tolik wiped the penis on my cheek, hid his underpants, picked up his pants, tucked his shirt in, fastened his zipper and began to fasten his belt. Then he stroked my head, and with my other hand I began to stroke my cheek. I slightly raised my head and felt that he was pushing my lips with a finger. My mouth opened instinctively.
With a quick movement, he pushed a condom into my mouth, which had just been on his penis, patted his cheek and silently came out, lighting for a second the back room with a greenish light from the pub hall. I spat out the prezik, stood up, straightened the dress, staggered out into the corridor. Five minutes later, after putting myself in order in the toilet, I joined Maxim. Tolik rather looked at us from his place ...
About an hour later we left the pub. I crossed the road and waited for Maxim to drive the car.
Through the large window I could clearly see how Tolik misses his desk. Mazda Maxima slowed down near me and I sat in the front seat. Max smiled, turned on the left turn and was about to get under way. And here I once again decided today.
“Wait a bit,” with these words, I leaned over to Max and began kissing him on the lips.
Not allowing him to come to his senses, the second in the evening I began to stretch his pants. He kissed me and with one hand he helped me, slightly raised himself and together we lowered his pants to his knees. I grabbed the trunk, began nadrachivat. With a smile, looking at the pleased face of Max, I nodded toward the pub:
- Vaughn, Tolik spies on us.
Max's lips stretched into a smile. This thought was obviously pleasant to him, although from his place Tolik could not see us on the night street, and even more so in the car. It's a pity…
I lifted the dress, in the moonlight on a white body a black triangle was well visible in the lower abdomen. I began to stroke my clit and excitement instantly swept over me. Grabbing Max's hand, I pressed her to my pussy, he felt for the entrance to her with a finger, I pressed harder and planted literally on his brush.
Our two hands were cramped, uncomfortable, but we continued to caress. His fingers are inside me, my outside. He put his second hand into the top of the dress and gently stroked his chest. I slightly lowered the top and the nipple jumped out. Max's lips immediately enveloped him, he leaned over and began to make sucking movements with his mouth, and his tongue twisted his swollen pea. More more!!! The body began to reduce convulsions. With the advent of orgasm, I screamed, releasing the sexual energy accumulated during the day. Pulling back a few times, exhaling, I pulled out Max's hand and licked his fingers. He also wanted to kiss my nipple. I gently pushed his head.
“Tolik looks,” I joked.
Max laughed, leaned back in his chair. I leaned over his groin, took a member in my hand and plunged my head into my mouth. I licked, smacked, jerked off with my hand, drove my tongue over the head and around the trunk. Max impatiently waved at me and gasped. Feeling that he was about to finish, I just pulled out a member, rested his tongue and tightly closed his lips. Maxim groaned, his penis stiffened, twitched and sperm began to fill my mouth. He finished and leaned back in his chair. Holding his dick with a minute in my mouth, I let him relax.
Then I straightened. Max was pretty smiling, his wet penis, already faded, dutifully hung over my hip in my direction. I opened my mouth and showed Max the tongue. The sight of his sperm in my mouth caused a surge of emotion. There was a lot of sperm. Like affection.
I tucked my chest in a dress and got out of the car.
- Look what will happen now. The show is just beginning!
I took a quick step (so that the sperm didn't splash))) I crossed the road, walked past the bored guard at the entrance, entered the pub and approached the bar. Shreds stood near the counter with drinks. Seeing me, he approached, surprised, but rather helpfully bent over the bar and prepared to listen to me. I got up on my socks, grabbed his head with both hands, bent me even closer and started kissing on the lips. From surprise, Tolik opened his mouth, his tongue joined mine, and I began to pump Max's sperm into his mouth.
Sensing an unusual taste, Tolik tried to move away listlessly, but I did not let him out. A few more hickeys and I let go of his head myself. Then I stuck out my tongue, widely licked his tight lips, waved her hand, turned and left. After a few seconds, I was safe, in Max's car.
Looking at him, I saw a completely stunned look, wide open, admiring eyes. He looked from me to Tolik. We could clearly see how Tolik looked away from his lips and tongue, made smacking movements with his mouth, stuck out his tongue again and wiped it with his whole palm. After he looked at his hand, he jerked as if he was starting to vomit. He closed his mouth with his other hand, bending over, galloping toward the toilet ...
The evening was definitely a success ...