This incident happened once in the summer ...

The case, in principle, small, but funny. I was then wandering around the streets of my native district (and my hometown, it’s a small blessing), and “had fun” with my brand-new phone for nothing. Pampering was the fact that I shot on the built-in camera ass (priests, butts, rear seats, butts) of beautiful young girls. However, the criterion of photography was simple and the only one: to shoot everyone, starting with those from whom the priest ALREADY became precisely what paints any woman so much, and ending with those who did not yet become something opposite. Thus, the average spread was from 12 to 35 years ... However, this is not the point. I'm just saying that both young beauties and quite mature women came across. It was hot, everyone walked in light white (most often) trousers and skirts, through which narrow or not very feminine panties shone through, which especially turned me on. I usually took off at bus stops where it was possible to do it most easily (static), and people — oh-oh-oh, the contingent goes back and forth ...

Camera phones are still new, and then it was something unheard of, especially for our small and rather provincial town. Therefore, I was absolutely not afraid that someone would notice my somewhat inadequate activities, and it is very difficult to do it - those who have phones with a camera know how easy it is to make “compromising” and simply imperceptible pictures using this thing. .

So here. I wandered, shot and shot. No one, I repeat, did not notice. And I was already just brazenly getting behind the women (sometimes several at once, if they were together), directing objectives and clicking frames on each ass ... But once, once, when I stood on the zebra, I was drew a woman who, just like me, was going to cross the road. I realized that this is a good subject for shooting. I approached her almost closely and began to tune. Then the car stopped and she went, so that the frame was blurry. She didn’t seem to notice anything, so I managed to make a second frame, which turned out to be extremely good: tight jeans, elastic female butt, rather mature, through which her panties shine, I don’t know what color they were (more precisely, THEN did not know) ... But then she turned around and playfully said: “Do you like to shoot my ass like that?”. I was stunned, not knowing what to say. “Oh, how do you know? ...” - I began to babble. The city is small, today this woman will tell someone about such a funny event, tomorrow it will turn out that I study in a class with the woman’s daughter, whom she told it, the day after tomorrow (considering the geometric progression and distortion of rumors) the whole city knows me as striker for 30 year old women. ” But I was not so much afraid of this, I was just surprised that she was able to solve me so easily. Then she pulled something from her left pocket ...

- Do you know? ..

Sony Erricsson was in his hand, the same as mine.

I laughed involuntarily. She too.

We were still crossing the road, the cars moved straight at us, I, being in such a peculiar state, did not see anything in front of me, and she shouted, “But where are you, stay!”, Took my hand. But not only that - she took ... She suddenly put it on her buttocks, and moreover she pressed so hard that I felt the softness and elasticity of her priests, so to speak, in all her glory. Probably, I had square eyes.

- Like? ... - She asked. And without waiting for an answer, as if jokingly said - maybe you want to look at full size? (apparently, she meant "in its natural form").

“Ho ... I want to ...” I muttered.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bushes, good, there were a huge amount of them there. There she was absolutely, slightly crouching, began to unbutton her jeans. She lowered them to the knees, and then even lower. I saw her panties.These were not very narrow panties, blue, they covered not only her pussy and hollow between the halves of her ass, but also partially these same halves. But what made me just almost fall is the fact that between her legs almost everything was wet. A large wet spot spread on the shorts. She stooped. I was ashamed at the same time, and could not take my eyes off her. “Caress me there! Language! Right through ... "- she did not have time to finish, but maybe she did not want, I sat down, her crotch was right in front of my face. She smelled very specific. I was excited to the limit. I began frantically caressing her crotch through panties, and noticed that the spot on the vaginal area is increasing. She pushed the pant fabric to the side. “Come on, lick it, honey!” She whispered with exhalation. I tried my best. She took my hands and laid them on her chest. I crushed her breasts (they were soft and supple, not as elastic as the breasts of a young girl, but sweet as a cherry, which you managed to pick several days before she began to overripe), the woman sighed loudly, her smell driving me crazy ... Suddenly she began to shudder in a strange way, she lay back all the way, and pressed me closer to her. “Finished ...” - I thought fleetingly. So it was in essence. I felt the language of contraction of the muscles of her vagina, and after a couple of seconds, I also felt a thick liquid flowed out of my mouth ... "Thank you ..." she breathed. “Now we are leaving, we can be seen” - for some reason, this phrase reminded me of some kind of American fighter. "Do you want ?: In memory? ..." - she showed her underwear wet with moisture. "Yes, let's ... Of course ... You can." “Shut me down!” - I got up and began to glance (more pretending, somehow mechanically) so that no one would go. She took off her panties and put them on the grass. "Now ... just a couple of seconds ...". I stood back to her. Then I heard a familiar and strange sound, turned around and saw a woman squatting on her, neither cowards nor jeans were wearing her, she was sitting, and from her depth a hot yellow jet flowed, hitting the ground. She wrote. “Turn around!” She said. But then I realized it and began to frantically get the phone. When I took a couple of shots, the trickle of it got smaller, and then it completely dried up. “Can I still take a picture?” I asked boldly. “Only a few shots!” She ordered for some reason. I, without thinking twice, took a close-up of her vagina, with not yet dried drops of lubricant and urine, then I asked her to break her labia with his fingers, he also took it off, removed her ass, her breasts, then for fun she took us together. Moreover, this she seems to have not even noticed. Well, it will be “compromising” - “an adult lady seduces an innocent young man”! ;)

* * *

She got dressed. We walked along a few more meters. There was nothing to talk about. “Well, okay ...” - both she and I said almost simultaneously. “What is your name?” - suddenly (and, most importantly, it is not clear why) I asked. “Inessa. Inessa Anatolyevna! ”- for some reason, she said so completely. “Now go. And look, do not disgrace the old woman to the whole city! ... ”. She was looking at something like 30 or 35 ...

I went. In my pocket lay her wet, wet panties.

The only thing - apart from a few photographs (most of them, by the way, not very successful) - is what remains of this incident.

July 2004.