Damn that bore, I thought, tinting my lips in the ladies' room. “After all, it’s right to say: it’s easier for a woman to surrender to some peasants than to explain why she’s not going to do it!” From the mirror, an angry blonde with huge gray eyes, exquisitely curved eyebrows and frustrated pursed lips looked at me.

What a pity that Michel flies today to his distant America. And it is a pity that I can not hold it. I remembered her naked body in my arms, her soft lips, smelling of raspberries, so supple and demanding at the same time in a kiss, and, of course, her fingers gently caressing me between my legs ...

The busty blonde's gaze in the mirror was dreamingly misty, and even white teeth caught the lip she had just let down. But then my reflection frowned again. I remembered that fifteen minutes ago, when Michelle was about to take a taxi in a taxi, we, spitting on propriety, merged into an insatiable kiss, caressing each other tongues. Goodbye kiss...

Yes, still Sasha ... He put himself on my head. Even the last evening with Michel managed to spoil: he pinned to the club and, despite my protests, he sat down at our table, staring at me with a loving glance ... He knows that I am 90 percent lesbian, but he does not leave attempts to seduce me. Moron!

What if? ... A sudden thought crossed my mind. Now I am a free woman, not in the best of spirits, so what prevents me from being able to make fun of a boy in love with me? Squinting one eye, I looked at my reflection appreciatively. Good, you will not say anything! I would have fallen in love myself if I had met this ... It was decided that I would take care of Sasha, let her know where the crayfish are wintering! In addition, the men I did not have for quite a while, it would be necessary to refresh in the memory of what it is.

With firm conviction that I was doing stupid, I walked out of the ladies' room and headed towards my table. I sat down and crossed my legs, showing my perfect legs. Poor Sasha did not know where to look - on the legs open to the mid-thighs, on my breasts, which were trying to slip out of my deep cleavage or on my face. In the end, he coped with himself and forced a martyr's smile.

I raised my hand, stopping him so that he did not want to say it. At the same time, I made sure that my breasts squeezed elastic under thin silk. Watching the dumbfounded expression that appeared on Sasha's face, I grinned and spoke:

- Dear Sasha. I decided to spin a little novel with you. What are you so stupidly grinning? You still do not know the details.

- I agree to everything.

Sasha leaned forward, devotedly looking into my eyes:

- Vika, how long have I been waiting for this!

His hand immediately unobtrusively hugged my waist.

I took off his hand with two fingers and laid it on his knees.

- Wait, you did not hear out. First, before this sex with me, you are still far away. I mean what you mean by real sex, men.

“But at least I can hope?”

I pretended to think, then nodded in agreement.

- Hope - you can. Everything will depend on yourself. This, by the way, is the second. I will explain. Any of my desires and whims should be satisfied with you immediately and without hesitation. Do you agree to this?

- Well, within acceptable limits, - Sashka shrugged his broad shoulders.

I grinned:

- That's what I meant. Not! Only - any, immediately and without hesitation!

Sashka hesitated a bit, for a moment he even stopped worrying about my legs and neck, but in the end he agreed to that.

- Further. You can touch me only with my permission. I explain to the slow-witted: first you need to ask permission, or wait for my team. And the last.Any mistake of yours, or I’m just bored with your company, and we end our relationship if I say goodbye - don’t implore me and don’t flatter yourself with the hope that you can return me in any way. Farewell - it means goodbye forever.

It was stupid, of course, to demand such a thing from a man, especially if we would just sleep with him at least once, but I could not say it. Anyway, he squeezed out of himself:

- I agree.

- We will not seal our contract with blood, especially since before it enters into force, I need to check something. Come with me.

I got up and, feeling his admiring gaze on the ass, headed for the terrace.

As I expected, there was no one on the terrace. A fresh breeze from the Neva unpleasantly cooled open skin and strove to get under the skirt. Nevertheless, the fact that I conceived, brought me a little. I even felt something remotely reminiscent of excitement.

The terrace on the second floor was fenced off from the hall by a thick curtain, because of which came the sounds of unobtrusive music. Below, the Neva flowed smoothly and powerfully, and from the first floor came the voices of those who went outside to cool. Well, in principle, nothing prevented me from carrying out my plans. Even the fact that, despite the late hour, it was quite light, only played into my hands.

I carried Sasha into the far corner of the terrace and set him by the balustrade.

- Undress.

Sasha looked at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds, but seeing my intransigence, he began to undress, folding his clothes on the railing. In principle, it became clear to me that I would sleep with Sasha, as soon as he took off his silk shirt. His torso was muscular enough, but not pumped. I don't like jocks. But I don’t like it even more, I just don’t digest when men have hair on their breasts. Fortunately (or unfortunately) Sasha had no vegetation on her chest.

However, the game should be completed. And when Sashka stayed in his underpants, I stared into his eyes.

With a sigh, Sasha pulled his pants down. His half-strained sausage, freed, sluggishly swayed on the weight. Theatrically pursed sponge, I began to examine the male genitals.

It was like a magic session. Under my gaze, the penis began to grow rapidly in size and soon proudly raised the purple head. Frankly, the dick was good. I even admired for a few seconds the great stucco tool Sasha had.

And then, instead of allowing him to dress, she came closer and firmly squeezed a firm phallus in her palm, while closely watching the face of her gentleman. He groaned and moved his pelvis a little towards me. Here is an asshole! I frowned and shook my head.

Having wrung a hard member like a stone in my hand, I grinned and turned to the Neva.

- Get dressed. Then let's go and dance, have you long been crowded with a slow dance with me? ..

We went to the dance floor, and I, having reached out to Sasha with my whole body, cooed in his ear:

- You can hug me, only in the framework of decency.

Then, trying not to weaken the close contact, so that he could feel all the bends of my body, I put my head on his shoulder, and we slowly spun.

Sometimes Gloria, in a low sensual voice singing the blues, fell into my field of vision. I have long laid eyes on her. And now, in a tight-fitting dress, she squirmed on the stage, attracting men's looks ... Well, not only men ... As we approached closer, I clearly saw nipples tubercles under the dress and slightly protruding pubis, covered with shiny elastic fabric. Here is a woman!

Either the sensual beauty of Gloria influenced me, or the hard cock that was worn on my stomach through the thin fabric finally impressed: it’s still nice when you are so worth it ... In general, I realized that it was not a joke got aroused.

A little distance, I looked into Sasha's eyes:

“Let's go back to the table,” I smiled my most charming smile. - For the fact that you behaved well, you need a little encouragement.

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