I put Sasha next to me on the couch so that he would close me from those below. The high back of the sofa did not allow neighbors to disturb our privacy. Finally, I slightly moved the table towards me, and, taking a glass with a cocktail, I leaned my elbow on it. Thus, my lower half was completely hidden from others. What I, in fact, sought.

Mysteriously smiling at Sasha and looking him straight in the eyes, I lifted one leg and put a heel on his thigh, very close to his groin. A sharp heel, stuck in his flesh, did not even make Sasha wrinkle: I pulled the second leg off to the side, the skirt prodded, and the men's gaze could easily fumble between my legs. For a few seconds, I enjoyed watching Sasha’s attempts to penetrate the gaze through the thin barrier of her panties. Having taken a sip of the cocktail and feeling more and more excited, I continued.

To further enhance the effect, I lowered a narrow strap from the shoulder and bared one breast. What could have been noticed from the other end of the hall did not bother me. Firstly, it was difficult to see something from there, and, secondly, some girl with a naked tit was sitting, so what?

And Sasha, my correct, round-shaped breast, made a stunning impression.

Not stopping there, I ran my free hand between my legs, and softly moaned from unfeigned pleasure. My fingers began to stroke the sensitive petals through the weightless fabric. Sasha, without looking up, looked at how they delineate the contours of the cave entrance, how one of them penetrates inside, pulling on her panties ...

Finally, tired of the sweet torture, I pushed my panties aside and impatiently ran my fingers inside.

Sasha was hardly interested in me anymore, my whole being was now subordinated to self-satisfaction. Well, unless it is done in front of a man who does not care to touch me, it is rather cool.

What a pity that the second hand is chastely occupied by a cocktail ... I still could not reach the peak. I didn’t feel anything in the greedy depths of the vagina, and if I had a pair of fingers inside, then the clitoris was abandoned. In principle, I could have achieved an orgasm like that, but yesterday I made love with Michelle, and the situation was a little distracting. On the other hand, what is Sasha to me?

I hoarsely ordered:

- Touch me by the nipple.

Sasha obeyed. And when his fingers gently squeezed the swollen nipple, I almost finished. Until the final moment remained quite a bit.

I looked displeased at Sasha:

- Well, bold, you're a man, do not crush ...

His caress became rougher, piercing me with pleasure and from above. And I finished.

Biting my lip, I quietly groaned, barely suppressing the crying in my throat, and snitched on my own fingers.

A few moments later, when a voluptuous shroud was asleep from my eyes, I removed my sandal from Sasha's thigh, tucked my chest into a dress and, straightening my panties, straightened the hem.

Poor-poor Sasha, how he looked miserable after I did all this. Having finished my cocktail, I smiled at him and laid my hand on the bristling trousers, feeling incredible tension there.

- Order us a table for tomorrow, at eight o'clock.

I leaned toward him, and, smacking my cheek, stood up.

“Well, you and bitch! - I thought in admiration. - Leave the guy in this condition ... A real bitch! "

Watching Sasha’s stretched face, I grabbed my handbag and went to the exit. However, as I moved away from the table, my steps slowed down. No, it's still somehow a man. Guys love to finish in five seconds, and then turn away from the wall, do, they say, what you want, and I want to sleep ...

I returned to the table. Sasha was still sitting with a dumbfounded look. In my opinion, he did not even budge during this time. Hmmm, I can see the shake up, which was arranged by me to his feelings, was too cruel. Okay, they have already learned a good lesson, we must now defuse it a little bit, and what else the good man will become impotent. Who their, these muzhiks, will sort, what cockroaches in their head are. And also hoped to use his little thing a little. Without a word, I shook my head, inviting him to follow me.

We again found ourselves on the terrace. In the far corner, a couple were kissing. I hope they, enthusiastic each other, will not pay attention to us. I led Sasha to a previously chosen place and, turning my face to the balustrade, allowed me to hug myself. He did not have to beg, and a strong hand wrapped my shoulders. I, in turn, put my hand on his waist and, pressing my pubic against the male thigh, ordered:

- Smoke a cigarette and open your fly. Pretend to admire with the lady native spaces, about the rest, so be it, I'll take care of myself.

Sasha hurried to do all of the above. His breathing quickened, almost moaning from his lungs. I was even seriously worried about whether the peasant was enough. Of course, I have a strong effect on men, but in order to go crazy like this on the opposite sex ... It is beyond my comprehension!

Meanwhile, the case stalled: the swollen member to incredible size did not want to get out of his pants, the fully open fly was just small for its size. I'm even a little pissed off.

- Are you an idiot? - I growled. - Help me!

Sasha, finally, freed his friend from captivity, knocking out at the same time from his trousers and overgrown with thick growth of eggs. It looked good - as if a realistic dildo was stuck to the black fabric. Well, and I must admit, the beauty and overt power of this member was impressive. To be honest, I even wanted to take it in my mouth, to touch, so to speak, the original force. Well, or at least ... oh, no, no - on the fat, the end to feel it in your vagina. Although this is not really my element.

In general, I got down to business with some even enthusiasm. Walking my fingers along the trunk, from which Sashka fluttered all over, I squeezed the head in the cam. Hearing a dull moan, I realized that I was on the right track.

Then I pulled the skin all the way to the base and again moved to the top, watching with interest as a drop of grease appeared from the hole of the swollen head. After that, I began to make forward movements with my hand, feeling the bumpy hardness under my fingers. Very soon my whole hand got dirty in its lubrication and rubbed it along the entire length of the penis.

Sasha was already groaning without stopping, I even nervously turned around a couple in the far corner of the terrace, did they not hear, did they not guess what we are doing here ...

But, finally, Sashka breathed often-often, arched forward, and just pressed me into his thigh and released a long white jet. I watched with delight as the cock in my arms spewed out sperm streams flying down the foliage, splashing down on the openwork casting, and my hand went frantically on the firm phallus, causing it to shrink again and again.

As soon as the tremors stopped, I pulled away from Sasha and, reaching for a handkerchief, you rubbed a hand. A sneaky look at the still kissing couple told me that our little prank went unnoticed.

Well, that's all. Having said “bye” to Sasha, I was about to leave, but then another good thought occurred to me.

Strictly looking into Sasha’s eyes, I said:

- So it is. Tomorrow you should be completely shaved in your groin. Do you understand? Fully - this means scrotum and pubis.

Sasha nodded nervously, and I, very pleased with myself, headed for the exit from the terrace.

Of course, I'm late. And even more than planned: at the last moment it occurred to me that, just in case, it is necessary to take pills for a headache - contraceptive .... Read more →