Hello! I told Igor that I would not mind telling you about one of our sexual adventures. Igor is just about to write a story about it, and I in turn will try to write a story about the same thing, but from my point of view. Sometimes men and women see the same event differently. Anyway, I hope that my point of view will interest not only men, but also women. In the end, I, too, participated in all this. Igor said that if I manage to write a good story, then I will truly lead my readers. The mere thought that when reading my story someone gets wet or sticking out cowards (depending on who reads this), makes me start with juices. And, of course, as long as I write all this with one hand, my other hand will make sure that my excitement does not subside. Just imagine such a picture: having stretched my legs, I lie absolutely naked on our huge couch and right in front of Igor I caress myself with my finger. Igor loves to look at how I plead myself, and if at the same time I still begin to say all sorts of obscenities, then he starts up with a half turn. Well, I have not had time to start writing the story, but already close to orgasm. Eh, here you would be near now and stare at me!

It all started on a Friday night. Igor and I booked a table in our favorite restaurant on a steamer that rolls around the lake. Before that, we still needed to discuss some business problems with our familiar lawyer. He lives an hour away from us. We figured that it would take us an hour to drive, an hour back, and even an hour would go to all kinds of conversations. Thus, we decided that if the ship leaves the pier at half past ten in the evening, we will have to leave the house at seven o'clock.

I agreed with one of the neighbors' girls that she would sit this evening with our son. I often make such a request to the girls living nearby in our village, and three of them constantly help me. This time, the first to whom I turned was Sasha. Alexashka, as she demands to be called, said that she had just her birthday, but she and her boyfriend had a fight, and her friends either went away for a vacation, or were busy with their own affairs, so she is ready to help me. I told her that, since she agreed to sit with our son on the day she turned 18, we would pay her for her double-rate service. Apparently, she liked this prospect. I told her to be ready to come to us by seven o'clock, and promised that when we come back from the restaurant, we will throw her home.

Igor and I were going to walk the whole evening. Such an opportunity has not been presented to us for a long time, and we were glad that we would finally be able to have fun. Our program included a magnificent dinner with all kinds of drinks and dancing “till you drop” accompanied by a wonderful orchestra. During such visits to the restaurant, we often managed to meet nice people, and now, when we started to get involved in exchange partners, we did not lose hope of meeting a couple of our dreams, with which we would spend the rest of the evening and the night too.

Igor put on his luxurious evening dress. In it, he always looks so presentable! In general, presentable men always seem to me extremely sexy. And my outfit was beyond praise. On the eve, Igor and I went shopping and picked up an amazing, fitting dress that emphasized my sexuality. Naturally, it turned out in my favorite store. They can always find something decent. If I find myself in this store, then I certainly pick up my underwear, which barely covers me, or any other sexy things.You guys would probably give a lot to see me in this dress. Even at 38, I keep myself in great shape. Not many women of my age will decide to wear such a dress that would fit their figure, just like this dress. In addition, the dress turned out to be so short that it could hardly be called a dress. But it completely opened my long slender legs, which in black stockings with elastic bands looked very good (who else will praise you if you do not praise yourself). Another advantage of the dress was a deep neckline. Because of this, my tits, naturally not constrained by any bras, almost fell out. The back of this dress was not at all, but it was tight, as if poured, sitting on my ass. Igor loves when I dress like this. My outfit complemented the red panties with a cut on the crotch. I hinted to Igor that, perhaps, I would sparkle this neckline in front of some peasant, and if an opportunity presented itself, then in front of a woman.

I was terribly excited only because I imagined how all the men would stare at me. Of course, they all dream about how to fuck me, and this turns me on to impossibility.

When I was fully dressed, I decided to show off my outfit to Igor, who immediately got a dick up, as soon as I started dancing in front of him. I said it was time for me to go get a helper, but he wanted to fuck me right away. I myself was not averse to feeling his cudgel in myself (I love fast poems), but I knew that we could not linger on our departure. I dodged him and went to the garage. I was almost there when the car drove to the house. A neighbor came out of it. He just dropped his jaw as soon as he saw my outfit. I myself was a little embarrassed, because I have never appeared before him in a similar way. Yes, we, in general, never wanted to show my friends and neighbors the way I sometimes dress. Nevertheless, I smiled at Boris and asked him what he wanted. Perhaps it was not the most correct question in this situation. He also smiled and said that he probably should not frankly admit what he wanted. He admired my dress and regretted that his wife never dressed like that. I thanked Boria for the compliment and said that I was in a hurry and could not talk to him. But he stood rooted to the spot, trying to remember why he had stopped, and was staring at me. He just raped me with a look.

I must say that I blushed myself when I started to get into the car and the hem of my dress rode up. I was absolutely sure that Borya saw my slit perfectly sticking out in the neckline of her panties, and so she sat down to continue teasing him with her charms.

He began to mumble something about his dog, which had disappeared and which he is now looking for. I slammed the car door, lowered the glass and turned back to Bor. He was still standing next to the car, and on his trousers a huge mound grew. I did not see his face due to the fact that he stood stretched out to his full height, but I felt perfectly where his gaze was directed. My tits nearly broke up the dress material, and through it my swollen nipples were perfectly visible. I stuck my head out of the window, and he sprang to the side as if scalded. And, I must say, I did the right thing, otherwise I would have rested my face directly on his hill. I said that I had not seen any dog ​​and that I was in a hurry. But he still thanked me heartily and only after that drove off. I feel that he did not immediately get to the house, but stopped somewhere along the road and lowered it into a fist.

I drove up to Sasha's house at fifteen past seven. She was already waiting for me on the porch and rushed to the car as soon as I drove up to the gate. When she saw my outfit, she whistled with delight and said that I looked stunning. Such praise from the mouth of an eighteen-year-old girl instilled in me pride in my body and in how I hold on. She asked if Igor liked this outfit.I did not hide the fact that he almost attacked me when I was about to go after her. And did not even hold back and told about the neighbor. My story made her laugh to tears.

Sasha is a wonderful sweetheart ...