Peter, a student at one of the provincial universities, barely waiting for his stop, jumped out of the minibus taxi, compared with the stiflingly midday thirty-degree heat, seemed like a model of freshness. Outside there was an unusually hot May. Peter, having smoked at the bus stops and bracing himself, went to the nearest five-story building where his supervisor lived, or rather lived, it was a twenty-five-year-old Ph.D., defended six months earlier. But she behaved in relation to Peter as if that student, and she is a member of the Academy of Sciences. No need to say how it enraged him, especially since in his questions he understood not less, and often much more than she. Therefore, each meeting with her turned into a nightmare for him, he subconsciously did not perceive her as a supervisor, and therefore did not consider it necessary to especially listen to her advice, and every time they hoarsely defended every comma in his work, sometimes almost switching to the mat. She, in her turn, considered herself a real specialist, and Petra was always nagging Peter the Great, and tried to tame him, as she thought, to exorbitantly overestimated self-conceit. In the light of this situation, the meeting, which Perth was going to, threatened to turn into another nightmare that would not help his work. Going to Olga Stepanovna’s doorway, that was her name, Peter, having smoked another cigarette, healed it with chewing gum and straightened his shirt, and went inside.

Having called at the door, Peter once again promised himself that he would not grapple with his supervisor because of the little things like the turnover of a sentence. The door opened, only after the fifth bell, Peter automatically greeted and stepped into the apartment. Raising his eyes, he did not immediately understand what he saw: Olga Stepanovna was standing in front of him, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her chest from the top and her bottom from below, her hair was wet, droplets of water were flowing down her shoulders and legs. Apologizing for her appearance, Olga Stepanovna invited Peter to the room, and she ran to the bathroom. Going into the room and sitting at the computer as usual, Perth caught himself thinking that his supervisor was wrapped in a towel before his eyes, until that moment Peter had never even thought of her as a woman, and then suddenly I could get this picture out of my head, he could not do it, and when she returned, dressed in a bathrobe, she sat down next to her and commented on her work. Peter did not hear anything, he could only remember that, recalling the picture from the hallway, he could run his eyes from the legs to the neck of his leader, thinking that he hadn’t seen such perfect shapes and sizes for a long time.

What is with you today - said Olga Stepanovna. Only having heard these words, Peter came to himself, and having shaken himself, plunged into a discussion of his work. After half an hour of stormy scientific discussion, when former frivolous thoughts practically left the head of the young scientist, his gaze suddenly stopped at the point where the floors of the woman’s robe converged, forming something like a deep cleavage. It was at this moment that Olga Stepanovna, reaching for a mouse, rested her chin on her arm, as a result of which the left side of the robe formed a bend and Peter's left chest opened to his supervisor, after a few seconds, he tried to look away with remnants of will, but unknown force did not him to do it. He looked like enchanted at this divine hemisphere, which, in the rhythm of breathing, then rose, then fell, touching the pink nipple to the robe. Peter never thought that a woman who gave birth could have such a large and at the same time resilient, generally so seductive chest.It is not known how long he would have sat like that, but at a certain moment he suddenly felt Olga Stepanovna’s gaze on him.

- God, she noticed - flashed through his head.

- What to do?

- She could not notice where I see.

- But why is she silent? Why not correcting a bathrobe? - These thoughts were rushing in his head at the speed of light, the heat that rushed to his groin seemed to move to his head, still there was no strength to look away.

From the state of Peter, close to trance, he twisted a touch to his hand, he started and looked at the table, saw Olga Stepanova’s long thin fingers clutching his palm, and in the surrounding silence there was a creak of chair rollers, holding his hand Olga Stepanovna dragged herself tight to Peter , their faces turned out to be a couple of centimeters apart, Olga Stepanovna leaned in front and bent her head to kiss Peter, gently touching her lips with slightly. Petra pierced something like an electric shock, he shuddered violently and pulled back from the woman who had just kissed him.

“What's wrong with you, Petya,” asked Olga Stepanovna, dragging his hand towards her, “you, that you have never been kissed?” With these words, Olka Stepanovna laid her hand on Petin's cheek.

- Olga Stepanov - Perth finally squeezed out, what are you doing?

- What do you think? “Smiling,” she replied, “did you see that?” - I saw how you looked at my chest just now, and in the hallway.

- But Olga Stepanovna is your husband, child - he began to stray, justifying himself.

- Husband and child in the country, besides, he has not slept with me for two years - she said harshly.

“You want this, and I need it now, but rather I need you Petya, you like me.” - With these words, Olga Stepanovna freed her shoulders from her robe, a pair of nipples protruding with “goose-skin” stared at Peter. Olga gently stroked Perth on the cheek. Perth realized that something was finally happening to him that “usually happens to others all the time.” He slowly removed her hand from his face, pulled her chair closer, and slowly approached, kissed her tender pink lips, at first barely touching, then bolder, she answered him. For five minutes they kissed passionately.

Finally emboldened, Peter clasped her beautiful breasts with his hands, he kissed her, caressed her pink nipples, while Olga breathed more and more intermittently. When Peter made an attempt to touch her hips, Olga stopped, took his hand, and with words - let's go, it will be more comfortable there - led him to the bedroom. Going to the bed, Olga took off her robe, and remained in her panties, began to undress Petya, covering his body with kisses. When he remained in his underpants, Olga slowly walked over to the bed and lay on her back and beckoned the guy with her finger. Perth did not keep himself waiting for a long time, pulling off his pants came up to the bed, lay down next to the woman who was bursting with heat. He began to cover her body with kisses from the tips of his fingers to the crown of the head, when he reached the navel and launched his tongue Olga curved and cried out, but not a minute later, under Petit's kisses, her body tensed again, her eyes were sweating in the eyes there was impatience. - Take me, finally, just ask, do everything slowly and try to stay in me longer - Olga asked languidly. Peter slowly pulled off his panties from his excellent supervisor, while she lifted her hips so seductively to help him that he almost finished. Pulling off her panties, Petya looked at Olga's bosom, it exuded passion juice, the sex lips increased to unprecedented size, Olga's whole body shook with impatience. Peter lay on Olga from above with his hands on the bed, and tried to enter it, but missed. Embarrassment reflected on his face, Olga didn’t say a word in his hand and gently sent him in the right direction, Petya leaned in before and entered Olga at full length, Olga screamed her vagina tightly wrapped around the guy’s cock.Petya, remembering the request of his partner, lay unmoved for some time, then slowly began to fuck Olya, she clasped his legs, crossing them on his lower back, and with each of his push moved back and forth while groaning louder and louder, her face reddened sweat beaded throughout the body. Slowly moving inside just the same current woman Peter came closer and closer to the climax, restraining the desire to accelerate the pace became harder, but he waited for Olga to finish. Olga made a few more movements, screamed loudly, her body started to cramp, her nails sank into Petya's back, her legs squeezed his lower back, so that he caught her breath and the walls of the vagina began to shrink dramatically, which Peter felt pain. Pulling back a couple of times Olga went limp. “Well, now it's my turn,” Peter said to himself, and he began to move his piston wildly, inflating the pace. The walls of the vagina were still rhythmically shorter than they were, it gave him indescribable pleasure, after a minute of intensive work, Peter shot inside Olga Stepanovna and fell exhausted on top of her. Olga lay still holding her lover's legs, kissed him on the lips and neck, stroked his hair. Finally, Peter came to himself a little out of Olga and lay down next to him tightly hugging her beautiful body. So they lay for about an hour, whispering gentle words to each other. Then they got up and went to the shower together. In the shower, when Peter washed his supervisor, he got up again, suddenly he entered Olga from behind. She, startled by surprise, tried to move away from him, but Peter did not allow her to do this, gently but firmly taking her by the waist began to rhythmically stick her end , taking a member out of the bosom and turning Olga face to himself, he poured out on her stomach, then squatted and ran his tongue to where his member had just been. Less than a minute later, Olga Stepanovna finished her work violently, and the demon of forces settled into the bath.

Then they drank tea and discussed the incident for a long time, Olga Stepanovna offered to continue this experience because, according to her, she only married all and spread her legs apart from below, but now she wants to try everything, of course, Peter could not refuse such an offer. Then she walked him naked to the door, he kissed her breasts goodbye and went as a lady. All the way, he thought - what to try at the next meeting with Olka Stepanovna and that now the visits of the supervisor will be much nicer. But that's another story.