phlomik and keys and went outside. She closed the door. She was about to call the elevator, but changed her mind. Anyone who can stand on the ground floor. So I decided to go on foot. She descended slowly, listening to the sounds (the rumor got aggravated at once) and peering ahead between floors to the floor (who had a chance to smoke in silence). At half the floors, the light did not work, and this psychologically helped). Descended to the span between the first and second floors without incident. Next was the most difficult part. My legs became cotton; my heart beat on the drum. I was breathing heavily. Face and pussy just burned with fire. And this despite the fact that it was very cold. I put a vibrator and a felt-tip pen on the mailboxes, the key immediately after closing was put in the sneaker. I opened the window, grabbed the frame, jumped up, pulled myself up and, looking out, looked around. The lighting at the entrance was weak, but in silence I realized that there was not a soul in the yard. Our yard is quiet and well maintained. And I was solved! Jumping, grabbing a felt-tip pen and quickly running down I opened the door. She went out and, holding the door with her foot, wrote, "I am a pervert whore." When I finished writing, I heard that the elevator was working. I had a panic attack, I rushed inside and stood outside the door (we have another door after the intercom, the usual one). Having squeezed into the wall, and often breathing, often I generally fell into a stupor for a few seconds and closed my eyes, and even groaned, it seems (I do not remember) Everything seemed unreal. It seemed that I would now wake up at home in a warm bed. I do not know how long this attack lasted, but not for long. Arriving a little in myself realized that I still hear the elevator. “And why I so panicked.

Someone just called him, ”I thought. I quickly ran into the passage between the first and second floor and stood up for insurance for the garbage chute, take a breath. My eyes fell on a forgotten vibrator. “Damn, I had to insert it immediately,” I told myself in a whisper. I took it, turned it on to the middle one (I was afraid the buzz would be heard) and slowly put it in my pussy. He entered easily, as I had been wet for a long time and immediately felt a sharply increasing wave of pleasure, the elevator of the first floor opened at that time (I missed its stop upstairs during a panic attack). I wanted to scream. I covered my mouth with my palm, but I still snorted through it very loudly. My legs buckled, I knelt down. Down there you could hear how people passed, but I was no longer up to them. I finished more than ever in my life. How probably it was dissolute from the outside. The girl in some sneakers, with the words “I'm a slut” writhing in her stomach in convulsions, from an unprecedented orgasm surging at her, and maybe even a series of orgasms. I twisted, twisted. Total loss of control. I still can not describe you more colorful. When in minutes I do not know how much the wave subsided. I rested my hands on the floor, so as not to fall face down, and sideways leaned on the wall. And in that position she stood for another 5-10 minutes, trying to regain control of the body and recover. It could not succeed, since my toy was still working inside me ... I was overtaken by the second wave ... It was not yet clear how many minutes Intercom clap helped me return to this world). I paused, the steps stopped and there was a sound of an opening elevator. I looked around for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out where I was. Finally able to stand on shaky legs, climbed the passage. The lift stopped. I waited until everything subsides, then I went on. I had time to pdnnyatsya and go into the apartment when I was overtaken by the third wave ... I felt tired, but not very well happy. I did not want to write as everything was, so I only wrote to him:

- All done.

- I see so much buzz caught, that you can not write).I think I deserve a reward for the heroic victory over modesty). When the opportunity and desire appear, send me a photo, at least in your pajamas, write a detailed story about the feelings you had during the whole conversation and tasks. What did you do, how did you feel, describe your orgasm, do not skimp on words and send me an email.

- OK. Until.

- See you).

Three days later I received a picture and a story from her, which, reworked and completed by me, you now read. This is my first story, or rather not mine, but under my wording). We are still written off with her. She is at least a modest girl (that is why these actions have had such an impact on her), but do not mind trying it again. I have big plans for her. This is destiny. Since I myself live not far from Khabarovsk and, in principle, I can come there for the weekend. I am a good guy and do not intend to hurt or blackmail her. But she will be mine! She is my dream! I would be happy to receive feedback, constructive criticism, ideas for future adventures. Perhaps soon there will be another story ...

This story is intellectual property. You have the right to distribute it on a non-commercial basis, as it is (but you should not do this, because if she understands that it has been published, the consequences can be unpredictable). You have no right to make changes without the consent of the author (with me).