This was during the summer session. After passing the exam, Lana climbed to the floor above, found an empty audience, and sat down on a wide window-sill to smoke. Bird chirping rushed out of the window and it smelled like a dude of flowers.

Well, Lana thought deeply, I shot this exam, not as much as I would like (she was an excellent pupil at school), but what a summer it was, not just sitting over textbooks. Then the door creaked and Dimych entered the audience.

“It’s also a“ chorus. ”He said, smiling,“ this sadist is Yevgeny Mikhailovich, ”ex.” Does not give anyone.

- And you Dimochka didn’t learn to smoke like that and didn’t learn - smiling slyly, pinned Lana to him, letting up a thin wisp of smoke. Once again, she shot out her eyes and turned to the window.

Although it was gruelingly hot outside, the old massive building kept cool. Bright colors of greenery and sunset sun penetrated inside and highlight played on the ceiling. Lana felt how quietly coming up Dima put his hand on her shoulder. With his other hand, he pulled aside her curvy dark hair and very gently kissed her neck. Then his lips slid to his ear, tickling and kissing the lobe and somewhere behind it. The intoxicating smell of her hair excited him, and he began to outline with his tongue all the bends of a neat and so appetizing ear.

Well, Di-Imych ... - laughing, toli from tickling, toli from the arisen tension, she stretched.

Half-turning, she dangled one leg from the window sill. He is between her legs. Hanging down pressed to his right, the other bent at the knee on the windowsill, pressed against his left to his stomach and chest. And through the thin fabric of his shirt and the rough of her jeans, he felt the softness and elasticity of the inner side of her thigh. Lana swung to him, and he felt the touch of her chest. It got him even stronger. He began to kiss her on the forehead, eyes and cheeks. But, reaching for her seductive lips, he felt her pull back, and, putting his palm to his mouth, whispering

- Wait...

Jumping off the window sill, she hugs him for a moment, feeling something solidified in his pants and ready for battle. But suddenly grab a handbag, and shouting

- Wait for me to be sure! - headlong jumps out of the audience.

“That's a bummer, damn it!” - Dima thinks

And the thing is that there were two reasons. The first is that Dimych did not smoke, and the expression “It's all the same that kissing an ashtray” slammed Lana into memory. Therefore, running down to the next floor, she strenuously chewed some “Orbit”. The second, as it is not funny, was the prose of life. The exam was long, and for all the time she had never gone pipi. And now she was impatient, yes, so ... Feverishly pulling off her jeans, she sat on a point and, having made her pipy, thoroughly rubbed her entire crevice with a wet handkerchief, and then, rummaging through her bag, pulled out a pad and carefully soaked it. When she got up, she took off her shirt and bra, then put the shirt back on and fastened it with only two buttons, so that between her flowing edges the navel was seductively visible. "If only he was not offended and waited," she thought, rushing back.

And Dima was looking at the disk of the setting sun, making himself aware that as the sun disappears, then everything will go away. Then the heat from the street smelled in his face - the door opened from behind. He turned around. At the door, Lana stood smiling at first slightly guilty, and then so happily and happily that Dimych broke into a response smile, swiftly approached and embraced her. A rather tall (under ninety) miniature fragile Lana was on the chest. Her lips were pressed where his heart was beating.

Lana, standing on tiptoes, hugs him by the neck and half-closed her eyes, stretched her lips to the top with her lips parted. Dima bowed, and they froze in a long kiss. Lana slipped her tongue between Dimin's lips and penetrated for a moment, teasingly deeply, and, as if luring, came back.Sensing his tongue in her mouth, she began to suck it in so hard that after a couple of seconds she felt a hillock in his pants, softened during her absence, hardening with a sort of battle spear. Dima's hands slide on her back, dropping down to her delicious ass. With his left hand he strokes her buttocks, and with his right hand, penetrating under his dressed shirt slid up, stroking the delicate skin. Suddenly it comes to Dimych why her breasts are pressed so gently and gently against him. “Yo! Well she lifted her bra! ”- flashes through his head.

“Sweet my girl! ...” he whispers, again smarting to her lips. His hands violently pressed Lana for ass. She feels how his cock with force rests on her belly in the area of ​​the navel. And through his thin summer pants, she feels the shape of the head. One hand drops below caressing the back of her thigh, collapses between her legs and rises up, resting against the most intimate. The other moves to Lana’s left breast. A small chest comfortably fits in Dima's palm, bent by the cup. He caresses her so gently and passionately at the same time that Lana feels her panties become wet. Suddenly they freeze when they hear footsteps in the corridor. After some time, they are removed and subside.

- And what if someone really enters? - interrupting a kiss, whispers Lana.

- Here I figure them! - Dima says loudly, and taking a chair, puts his foot into the door handle.

Turning around, he sees Lana sit on the teaching desk and unbutton his shirt. Without taking his eyes off her large dark nipples, he comes up and falls to them with his lips. Then he gently strokes them and pulls juicy tops with the tip of the tongue. Looking up, he looks at Lana’s radiant face. Her eyes are laughing, and her closed lips tremble, whether they want to say something and do not dare. She unbutton his shirt. In a moment, their bodies entwine in an embrace, and tongues in a kiss.

Wet from kissing the berries of her nipples pressed against his bare chest. Her legs, covering his lower back, pressed his penis directly to her crotch.

“Damn it, why aren't you wearing a skirt!” - Dima whispers, pulling away and trying to unbutton her zipper.

- Oh, you are my poor - laughing, whispering Lana, opening her arms and getting up on the table in full growth.

Smiling mysteriously, she unbuttons her jeans, lowers them all the way to her ankles in one quick motion and rises straight to her full height. Dima admires the slender legs, the triangle of her panties whitening in the twilight of twilight.

He unfolds it to the window, and departs to better examine it all.

- Well, you ... - suddenly embarrassed, says Lana and covers his chest with his hands.

- No, no, let me see you, you are so beautiful ... little charming ...

She takes off her shoes, finally pulls off her pants and remains standing barefoot. She is wearing only a wide-open shirt and white lace panties, through which her hairs shine with a dark stripe. For some moments, Dima still admires her graceful body, then, unable to stand, comes up and presses her face to her thighs, kissing them all hotter and hotter. He kisses them, one by one, higher and higher, finally resting his nose on a sweet hollow. His hands slide over the exposed buttocks, come back from the waist under the panties and stretch them so that her lips stand out in relief under the tightly fitting fabric. She feels like he continues to kiss her hips alternately. With each movement, his nose, pushing against the clitoris, pushes her sponge, and the fabric of the panty gathers in the middle, cutting deep into her slit. From this massage, it starts up more and more. In the twilight silent kisses and her excited intermittent breathing are heard.

A few minutes later she does not stand up, and whispering - Well, come on ... - goes down. Lana feels how Dima sits her on the edge of the table, kisses her gently on the lips, neck and collarbone. It goes down to the nipples, excitingly caresses them with the tongue. Lower and lower kisses ...