The heat of summer drove the inhabitants of cities on weekends into forests, gardens, and reservoirs. So I went to my friend's house, where she spent the holidays with her husband. She called me a long time, only I was too lazy to go. But the heat was cornered, and I, in anticipation of swimming in her pool, quickly gathered and was now shaking in a stuffy bus. It was so hot that I decided not to wear a bra, the benefit of the dress did not shine, even though it was summer. Although it was far to go, I didn’t want to sit on hot, dermantine seats and pour in sweat. Therefore, I took a seat at the end of the bus, at the very rear window, where there was at least a little bit of an open roof window. After paying and forgetting about everyone, I looked out the window, thinking about business, about friends, in short, what would come to mind. Passengers came in and out, shuffling hot bodies around me, pressing them against the wall of the bus and giving way to smells.

From the stifling, annoying perfume to the sour, sometimes nauseous smell of sweat. Here I was glad for my prudence, for standing up so that a constant whiff quickly takes away all the smells. Suddenly a strange but pleasant smell of male perfume reached the nostril. Unobtrusive, and at the same time some kind of attracting - exciting. I drew him into myself and already thoughts began to move towards sex. I did not turn around and look at the owner of this wonderful smell, I did not want to be disappointed. And what if it is an old bald uncle, with a stomach, glasses and something else repulsive? I giggled softly and slightly moved the booty, which is quite strongly pressed. Usually, when you do this, they immediately move away even if not by much and not for long. But then I felt that I was pressed even harder, and the male hand held on the pope, caressing and slightly squeezing it.

Stunned by such impudence, I froze, wondering what to do next. But the exciting smell churned out with the right thought, turning on and relaxing. Meanwhile, the hand continued to caress. I crawled on my stomach from my butt, stroked it, climbed higher, looking for my chest. I carefully, without attracting the attention of other passengers, tried to remove it with my own hand, but immediately the second hand rose from the bottom and squeezed mine. My other hand was occupied with a bag, and I had no choice but to submit to his hands. If desired, it was possible to raise the scandal, but for some reason I did not want to. Confused by this smell, intoxicating and provoking, and the hand ... hot, but not sweaty. Meanwhile, my fingers felt my nipple through the thin fabric of the dress and gently squeezed it, twisting, slightly pulling it off and squeezing again. An exciting wave swept through his body, soft languor swept over him, filling the most distant corners.

Realizing that I would no longer resist, the man let go of my hand and already with his two caressed, crushed his chest, squeezed the nipples, which instantly stood under his fingers, giving me away with my head. Clenching my teeth, I was breathing hard, afraid to give myself an involuntary sound. At the bottom of the abdomen, a pleasant, pleasant feeling rose slowly, seizing the body, I directly felt the sponges fill up, become heavy and open, wet and slippery from the lubricant, preparing my womb for penetration. I fidgeted a little and then stood upright, hard dick rested against me from behind, sitting exactly between the halves of the priests. I froze again and felt the owner of this member rubbing up and down between them, as if from rocking the bus. The lower abdomen sweetly ached, sponges began to pull, the body demanded discharge. Having accurately understood my condition, the male hand slowly sank down over the stomach.

Lifting the hem of the dress, fingers penetrated into the panties, poloskali pubis, and slowly lowered to the lips. As soon as my fingers touched the excited lips, I immediately spread my legs, inviting me to enter. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitail.ru) But the man was experienced, he did not use the invitation right away, but continued to tease me, caressing the sponges, pinching them, pulling them off with two fingers with circular movements, caressing the head of the standing clitoris. It seemed to me that now the blood is splashing from the lip that was bitter in the excitement. I was afraid to groan and attract the attention of nearby passengers. I peeked around, but everyone was busy with their own affairs, someone was talking, someone was reading, someone was just staring at the window. And only one boy of 19 years old watched us in the reflection of the window. Even if he did not want to, he was forced to do it. Because he was facing the window and could not turn around in such a crowd.

But he was not going to. Licking his lips with burning eyes, he followed the man’s hand, not noticing that I could also see his down hand in a reflection, caressing his penis through the fabric of thin jeans. It warmed up even more. The man’s fingers, meanwhile, were pulling the clitoris, then squeezing it, then moving the thin skin on it so that with every movement it took down my head, I involuntarily moved my hips to sit on my fingers. Realizing that I was finally ready, he inserted two fingers into the expiring pussy, making me flinch and slightly bend, leaning on my fingers and letting them go full length. From this, his dick tightly entered between the half priests and continued his friction, but already faster. The fingers moved in time with these movements. I captured them with muscles, caressed myself inside with other people's fingers with circular movements of my hips. Feelings just awesome!

Flowed so mercilessly that it even seemed to me that my juice was running down his fingers and dripping onto the floor of the bus. I looked at the guy that masturbated through jeans, looking at us and I didn’t care at all, it didn’t matter, I was eager only to continue the movement of these fingers, it was a pity that they were short and didn’t penetrate as deep as I wanted. With each push of the bus, I forced myself onto them, squeezing my muscles, flying away for a moment from the buzz and repeating everything again. And then he heard my thoughts, the man freed his penis from his clothes, moved his panties with his hand, opening the entrance to his trunk, and on one of the bus pushes entered between the lips, or rather slipped right away, full length, knocking pubis about my ass. I almost howled in pleasure, clinging to the rail and squeezing my legs, fearing that he would fall out. The rough road promoted movements in jerks, frequent, with full-length penetration.

The guy's eyes in the reflection of the bus became round ... his hand moved faster and he frantically sighed, twitched, covered them. A few moments later, he opened and met mine, embarrassedly smiled, but then continued to watch us. All this so excited me, peeping boy, movements inside the excited cave of an unfamiliar member, pleasure from shocks, pleasure from sliding inside. And then on the rise, wave after wave, more and more, the pleasure fell on me. The body trembled with passion and impatience, the desire to terminate engulfed with such force that without thinking anything, without thinking about anything, I began to move in time with the movements of the man, feeling the penis swelling even as the big head slides tightly and sweetly and caressing inside, touching something, forcing again to sit down, spreading with languor, voluptuousness all over the body, bringing detente closer.

An orgasm covered with a head ... it was covered ... in an instant, swallowing the whole consciousness. Apparently for a few seconds I still passed out, because when I regained consciousness, I felt that the man was holding me by the waist with both hands, pulsing and pouring inside with pleasant jolts. I squeezed a member of the muscles of the vagina, as if squeezing everything and thanks for the pleasure. Immediately a warm trickle flowed down my legs. The male member slowly came out of me, with a little tangible movement was hidden in the pants. Finally, a man's hand straightened her wet panties perfectly, caressing her priest and ... disappeared. I stood without turning ... I really did not want to be disappointed ... let the beautiful fairy tale remain a beautiful and pleasant memory.After a couple of stops, a small movement behind the back suggested that someone had changed places with someone, the exciting smell of perfume first decreased, and then completely weathered.

I stood and thoughtlessly smiled, looking out the window of the bus. A couple of men came out at the bus stop, but I turned away from them ... I didn’t want to see them ... the image of a desirable and sexual prince had formed in my head and I wanted him to stay that way.