A few days have passed since my meeting with that young boy, from whose blush I have everything in my heart trembling, and my abdomen is compressed sweetly ... His gentlest hands on my body ... I seemed to be back in my youth, when about the delights of the sexual satisfaction was not told to me. Today is my day when I left the work to touch me with my paws, and therefore the evening is free for something pleasant. The soul was torn into battle, and the body ... The body trembled with anticipation. Who i am today Wounding a fragile girl or a hard-boiled schemer, lady or vamp woman? Biting my lip, I looked at myself in the mirror and mentally put on masks. Lady ... I think that suits my mood today ... Opening the closet, I took out a pencil skirt from his predatory gut just a little longer than my knees and the color of steel, a white blouse with a stand-up collar and a jacket in the color of a skirt. Lingerie - lace bra and the same shorts of snow-white color, legs with self-supported stockings and shoes the color of wet asphalt. Hair gathered in a bun and op-la, done! An intelligent-looking girl looks at me in the mirror, perhaps a young teacher or secretary in a prominent company. Light gloss on the lips and I go hunting ... Where can I go in this form? I scroll the magazines, newspapers, leaflets, conversations I have watched all day long ... The dialogue heard today in the lobby of the office pops up in memory:

- Ir, today you will go to the exhibition of young artists, otherwise I don’t want one?

- No, my husband today is not in shift, so I want to spend time with him.

- Sorry, then I will not go.

Well, well, our exhibitions are most often held in the building of Guaretti, a Spanish businessman who likes to welcome young gifted boys and girls in it. Having gathered one familiar number of an all-knowing person, I was satisfied with the confirmation of my assumption. Taking a taxi, went to the right address, where paying a small charitable contribution, got into the kingdom of complacent creative fuss. Looking at the pictures, I did not forget to shoot the eyes at the guests gathered for the occasion. I became so interested in one picture that I did not immediately hear the words addressed to me.

- What? I asked, instantly glancing at the young man. Tall, about 180-185 centimeters tall, imposing, with a powerful chin and cold gray eyes, from which a herd of goosebumps ran down his back.

“I asked:“ Are you interested in this picture? "He smiled politely, but his eyes remained cold.

- Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I thought so. Did you write it?

- No, but I sell it, since it was written by my brother.

“Why doesn't he sell it himself?”

- He is sick.

- Sorry.

We were silent. And I continued to look at the huge empty eyes in the flashes of fire and red drops against the background of a blue-black canvas ... The picture seemed to be talking about someone, about something, drawing herself into it.

“I want to show you something, since you are so interested in this picture,” he said, offering me an elbow. Putting my fingers on his fold, I felt the warmth of my body through the matter of his jacket. We went through the hall with the pictures and entered a dark room. Hearing the click of the door being closed, I shuddered.

- What are you doing? - my voice faltered, taking such a game.

“I love naive intellectual girls,” whispered in my ear, pressing against the wall.

- I will scream! - twitching for the species, I exclaimed.

- Scream, the room is soundproof. And then no one will believe you ...

I tried to push him away, but he only laughed. And then he lit the lower light, illuminating the room. It was a kind of room-bedroom, where he certainly lured young fools.

- You will behave well, then nothing will happen to you ...

- This is a threat?

- No, warning. So, do you agree?

I paused, laughing in my heart, but apparently still all the same frightened, and then nodded.

“Well, take off your clothes,” he ordered, sitting down on the sofa.

I slowly took off my jacket, and then a button for a button and a blouse ... There was a skirt, under which the stockings were not suitable for the look of a frightened chicken. I unbutton, then bend down with a deflection and pull it off. I hear the creak of the sofa and do not have time to raise my head, as I feel his hands on my buttocks, which rudely begin to feel them. He pushes me to the sofa, where I become, resting my palms on the back. His lips kiss his neck, back, palms massaging his breasts through a bra, which he then lowers a little to release my thirsting caress and excited chest from captivity of matter. With caressing circular motions, his palms go down to the stomach, and then they go over to the ass, the line of the hips near the lace stockings ... One palm easily touches the underwear, I bend towards to prolong unpretentious caress. He laughs, tilting me harder, and then I feel the matter moving away, and his fingers gently penetrate it, where nothing is hidden now ... I groaned when the caress of the fingers became more sensual, and started when the excited nature replaced them . (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Long groaning, I instinctively gave way to him, but was restrained by hot hands. The wildness in his movements generated in me bestial animal feelings, our frantic rhythm kept increasing. With a hoarse groan, I heard his hungry growl, and as a female, who had been considered the mistress of the house since ancient times, tried to feed him with her feelings and emotions. Passion was boiling in this cocktail of movements, sweat, a beat of hearts ... A half-sob, a half-moan ... and silence ... The hurricane boiling inside broke out to give delight from the extravaganza ...

Moving away from the action, he began to dress, and I depravedly stretched, catching his surprised look.

- What are you looking, cat? - I asked hoarsely, laughing.

- Who are you? - He asked stunned.

- I? The usual, as you called, intellectual girl ... - I replied, slowly dressing, while stroking myself picturefully.

He stood in a daze even when I took the keys from his hands. His eyes now were not cold, surprised and cooling from excitement - that is yes. Giving a kiss to his lips, I pressed against him for last, and then opened the door, disappearing into the crowd of guests to find the administrator. A pleasant purchase will be the perfect end of the evening, Mr-rr ...

To be continued...

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