Oleg Konstantinovich, a senior researcher and teacher at the College of Computer Science and Computer Engineering, was too young for his rank. He and 30 were not. But among the crowd of students who behaved in a youth disco as if tomorrow would never come, he felt himself to be the Elder Wise Instructor of the young men.

Among his peers, he looked young, sometimes just not solid, but he liked this alignment of forces. He was not going to stoop under the burden of his labors, titles and age, although he kept the delicate distance from the students. Even if he understood better the young razdolbaevs who studied under his command, and could always find a common language with them, they felt close to the teacher on an equal footing, which gave space for pedagogical maneuvers.
Now, moving to the rhythm of DJ music in the darkness of the gymnasium, which was illuminated by the rays of illumination, he threw aside all regulations and distances and actively danced among students and students, some of whom were very impressed.

For about two hours he had been keeping in mind the object of his curiosity - a third-year student, Agnes, who had repeatedly paid him attention during the last semester, although it was difficult to understand the depth of her hints. Today, she has danced with him more than once and openly showed not so much a positive attitude and friendly attention, as the real interest of a woman in a man.

In the previous sable, she did not hesitate how much her friends and fellow students invited him and the whole dance was pressed with her whole body. Oleg, having felt the person, interesting to him, pressed to his chest, showed remarkable abilities, so as not to rest on it with excited looms. His hands gently descended just below the waist, but he did not risk squeezing her for an appetizing ass right in front of other students. Realizing this, Agni looked up at Oleg from the bottom up and in her sly look she could read a frank desire. "Chorus is a turnaround," rang in his head. This lonely thought flashed through his dumbfounded mind and dissolved, leaving a blissful void that was filled only by Agni’s music and eyes.

Agnessa was a thin girl with a beautiful oval face, small chin and large brown eyes. Her figure could not be counted as a model, she did not fit either height or bust, but in the body sexuality lived with level with purity, which all men felt, but in the eyes on which the bangs periodically fell, the mind and defiant temper were reflected. By her character, she won the respect of her peers, but Oleg never noticed any good walkers next to her.

This time, after some modern tracks in the style of Robert Miles, the name of which he promised himself to find out at the end of the evening, it became closer in the hall, and Agni approached him again during slow music, they began to dance not so much as swaying in an embrace rhythmically melodies.

“We’ve been to you for a long time, but I never learned anything about you!” - fun start Agni

- Yes, I also do not know your biography) And what would you like to know?

- Nnu ... not age. I already know that you are 29. And not the floor. And not a social position or religion. But no! ... Are you married?

- What is it like? No-no ... I thought your “no!” Applies to religion. Already surprised to think

- And all one. Why did you become a teacher?

- Well ... there are many reasons. And it is pleasant to learn, and with young it is interesting. With students!

- Yes, yes, I noticed! And what, someone pecks?

- For what?)

- On your blue eyes!

“M ... I didn’t really fish,” Oleg confessed, although someone seemed to be caught here! - he pressed Agni twice

- This is someone who got more!

- So I think ...

- And imagine, you would all hang on like this ...

- Not at all...

- But imagine! ... They will bite - and you hop, and ... then again ... more!) would have strangled in the arms of a student, would know how to shoot his eyes ...

- Yes, I did not shoot. You are right some terrible orgy described.

- This is you now such a “not a shot-yal”. And why terrible? Are you afraid of women? Mmm? ..

- I'm afraid! ... And how. You need to be afraid.

- I do not need. Just a bit!...)

They were still talking about all sorts of nonsense, dancing in a dense crowd in a dark corner of the hall. Here his hands gently pressed her waist, slowly going lower and lower, as if he really was afraid of women. When his hands were on her priest, he pressed her closer to him, and instead of empty idle talk, she began kissing, moreover, she used the language no less skillfully than in conversation ... At the end of the melody, Oleg grabbed her back even tighter and lower and , almost lifting her, pulled closer to him. After that, I did not really want to dance fast. Did not want to go to the sides.
When the fast track began, she took his hand and led him to the exit from the hall. When she came out, she turned all over flushed and turned to him and to the floor she asked where they could go. Having understood the hint, he led her to the second floor of the office rooms. He had the key to the cathedral, but it could hardly help them ... Besides, he did not have condoms. Who knew ... But really they will not find what to do in Dvoem? Having entered the office, he closed the door behind him, then went to the window, screwed up the blinds until it was completely closed, and turned to her. In the dark room, her silhouette looked not so much appetizing as it was mysterious, and excited a variety of feelings in it. She walked over to the table and sat down. From the gym came the “Boy gay” Tatushki.

“Well, they have a pick,” he blurted out and walked over to her, kissing her lips, and then her neck. He began to stroke her on the blouse with his hands, feeling beneath her the bra relief, covering her delicious little breasts, and then, sliding his hand over his leg, he climbed under the skirt and began to stroke the silky skin. Realizing that they would be so uncomfortable, she got up, dug into her lips, and walked along the stomach down to her groin and pant leg, where the sign that the Tattoo song was not about him was clearly contoured. He allowed his hands to lift her skirt behind her and massaging her buttocks with one hand and the other in front of her to slip into her underpants. Under the cotton cloth felt hotter body. Her hands were stroking his trousers with his cock, and he was stroking her bosom through her panties. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) He pressed his fingers to her groin more and more and felt how his thumb pressed her soft flesh to her pubic bone. Above the top edge of the panties were several thin hairs. Agni began to unbutton his belt and trousers and after a few awkward moments he stood in front of her in shorts with his pants down, and she was already crawling with her thin cool fingers in his groin and pulling off the edge of her panties, pulled out a thin skin from his head . She began to jerk his cock and lowered her head to see him.

Oleg pulled up a chair and raised her leg on him. Now her legs were spread apart and he also unbending the edge of her panties began to massage her clitoris and labia with his fingers, gradually pushing them apart and penetrating his fingers into the hot vestibule of the wet slit.

Again he greedily kissed her on the lips, one hand behind her back, and the other with her middle finger going deep into her vagina. She immediately stopped kissing, but became very fitful and often breathing, while her hands worked with his penis and testicles a real miracle, bringing him to such limits of ecstasy, which only gentle female hands can bring.

Agni stood with her back against the edge of the table and his hand, with her head thrown back with eyes closed. She remained in a white blouse. In the light penetrating through the blinds, her chest was shaded by stimulating mounds that moved in an uneven breathing rhythm. Oleg penetrated it with two fingers and then increased the speed and pressure, bringing it to the verge of an orgasm, then enjoying its hot close wet lye, slowly penetrated into it, exploring all the depressions and reliefs.Her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth half open, reflected all the signs of perceived bliss. She stood up and crouched a little, stopped, and then flinching a couple of times, relaxed and leaned against Oleg, hugging him.

He pulled wet fingers out of her and pressed against her.

“Let me finish with you next time ...” she said, smiling tiredly.

- And not here, but in a normal room or at home

- Ok ... - she continued to cuddle up to him - Thank you ...

- Next time I'll take condoms with me

- M ...?

- Well, now I was without them. Who knew you were so nimble. Everything was looking at me, talking, but I could not understand how fox you were cunning! ..

- Oh ... yeah. Well, you can without them. I saw your information. In the personnel department. Lyusya is my friend. She works there with nurse Lizavet Semyonnoy. All that I now know about you ...

- Fox...

They straightened clothes and brought themselves into the likeness of order. From the bodies came a sexy scent. Fully moving away from a certain similarity of intimacy just held together, they looked at each other with a new interest.

- You know, I love when without condoms. I'm protected. How many times do you think I had?

- Not. I do not know. And how much?

- Well, seven times - eight. You are my third. The first was ... well, as if in between times. The second ... is a separate case. Do you mind if I meet someone?

- No, why should I be ...

- Do you have any?

- There you are. In general, for a long time no one. I was, so to speak, in a pause. In the outset ...

“Maybe I'll introduce you to him.” Do not be embarrassed?

- You yourself have recently attributed to me some kind of orgies ... do not bother me! Here it turns out you

- Agreed. Listen, become my curator? I have to train for a computer science teacher in a school! ..

... to be continued.