The dress, on which the choice was, was the best in her wardrobe. Summer, weightless fabric tightly encircled the high, unspent chest. From under a short skirt defiantly acted tanned, tropical legs. Despite abuses last night, Lisa was a miracle, how good.

The whole hotel was buzzing nightly, reckless, vacation fun. Pavel's company, located in an open, summer disco, attracted attention, noise, din and drunken arrogance. An endless chain of shifted tables, a lot of drunken men, and a bevy of young, giddy girls hovering around them.

Nobody noticed Lisa. Not paying attention to her, Pavel animatedly talked with some young person who put her slim, model legs on an empty chair.

- Hello Pasha! - Lisa said loudly, realizing that everything is absolutely not the way she imagined just a few minutes ago.

“Hello, Lison,” a man indifferently threw to her. - If you want, sit down to our table.

- But where to get a chair? - with pressure asked Lisa, giving the opportunity to Paul, or other men, to show gallantry.

To her annoyance, no one even jerked.

“Look for a free chair in the hall,” Paul frowned, again switching to his young companion.

For resentment, Lisa grabbed her chest.

- Girl, will you allow? - She reached out to the chair, on which the impudent maid held her legs.

- Not! It is occupied here, - she smiled with an easy call, making her view that the conversation was over.

Lisa moved away from the tables. The first urge was to turn around and leave. Or wait until one of the men begins to see clearly, and, finally, show the chivalrous qualities. Having stood idle for ten minutes, Lisa walked through the disco until she found a free chair. Cursing herself, the woman dragged him across the room to the tables where the company was located.

Just at that moment, all together they got up from their seats and moved to dance. Once again alone, Lisa watched the dancers. There was no question of starting the dance itself. For a long time, a thirty-seven-year-old woman who had not had a dance practice was painfully shy, not daring to compete with young girls.

Her hand involuntarily reached for a generous row of bottles piled up on the table. One sip, second, third, alcohol helped to survive the offense.

When the disco was declared over, one of the girls squeakly urged the audience: “Guys, girls, let's go to the beach!”

The idea was picked up with drunken enthusiasm and enthusiasm, the crowd pushed to the beach. Liza had only two choices. It is shameful to retire to your room, or to trudge with a wordless shadow in the tail, behind a merry party.

Continuing to hope for something, Lisa chose the second option. Already on the beach somewhere appeared portable music center, and again began dancing. Lisa still remained alone, as if it was an empty place. Nobody paid any attention to her.

Having exhausted the store of patience, Lisa moved away from the people, and went to the sea. Alcohol made itself felt, and the woman was pretty stormy. Bending under her legs, Lisa sank on the sand. In intoxicating prostration she looked into the night distance. The measured noise of the surf, and the gentle whisper of the incident waves, calmed.

“Are you bored, Lison?”

Next to Liza stood Michael. She didn’t want him to see him, she didn’t wait for him, she didn’t think about him, but now, being completely alone, she was extremely happy about such a company. (Porn stories) Mikhail sat down in a chaise longue and looked at Lisa with a long appraising glance, and then unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a limp, pinkish penis.

Before Lisa managed to call him an abnormal pervert, run away, or give him a face, Mikhail gently stroked her head.

- Come on, honey, do not miss, suck a little.

Lisa herself did not understand what prompted her to reach out to Michael. Resentment at Paul, alcohol, or the lust that was awakened in her last night. Or maybe thanks to Michael for being so strange, humiliating, shameful, he nonetheless showed his attention to her.

Anyway, she, sitting at the feet of Michael, started a blowjob. I did it with affection, tenderness, diligence. When a man's dick steadily grew stronger, Lisa experienced a feeling of joy. She slid her lips up and down the trunk, began to inflate her cheeks, pulling the thick knob in herself, helping her hands, caressing Mikhail's testicles.

From her zeal silence filled with juicy smacking. For a moment she suddenly broke off, looked at Michael like a dog, and for some reason asked timidly:

- Do you like? So good?

Michael was not inclined to talk. Putting the woman's hand on the back of his head, he imperiously returned Lisa to the former position.

- Do not chat, girl! Keep going

Strange, but it did not offend Lisa. She began to work with her mouth with doubled effort.

- So he likes! I'm done! - she mentally praised herself.

Nearby, just a few meters away, cheerful voices were heard.

- Micah, where did you go?

Lisa recognized the voice of Paul with horror.

- Oh, here's what you do, prankster! And Lison is right there!

With a doomed feeling, Lisa clearly saw the silhouettes of people who had settled just a few steps away from her. Caught in a kneeling pose, with a member in her mouth, Lisa tried to find a solution how to lead herself, but she could not think of anything. Pulling away from Michael, jumping up and running away would be stupid. The bright southern moon did not hide anything, and everyone saw the woman’s face and her occupation, which left no doubt about it.

No rescue, help, or support from Michael was received. A drunken man was not at all embarrassed by the fact that the entire honest company has the opportunity to observe how he, imposingly stretched out in a lounge chair, gives into the mouth, sitting next to him, on the sand, a beautiful, mature woman, as if demonstrating her power and superiority on her. Lisa had no choice but to continue the blowjob, concentrating on the process so much so that any thoughts would evaporate, hide, disappear from her head.

Having fluently estimated the unfolded picture, the company of the vacationers quickly lost interest in it, not seeing anything new for itself. Another resort slut undertook to suck on the beach, which is so rare?

From offensive, humiliating thoughts, Lisa felt an unusual excitement. Working lips and right hand over the male member, the fingers of her left hand, she penetrated under the dress. Her panties were so wet that it seemed to Lisa that she had shamefully soaked herself. Having put her hand between her thighs, Lisa felt a pulsating clitoris, and laid a finger on him. To act with her left hand was not very convenient, from the energetic movements of the finger, Lisa experienced a slight pain, but quickly adapted to the new magical sensations. Mikhail was discharged into her mouth, breathing heavily, patting her cheek, and fastening her pants.

“Let's go to ours, Lison,” the man called, watching with emotion as the woman wiped the remnants of his sperm from her lips shamefully.

Lisa had few options. Drown in the sea of ​​shame, becoming like a dishonored Turgenev girl. Slip into the room, like a prostitute who has done her job. Or keep a good face on a bad game, joining the already tired but not giving up, preferring to walk all the way to the team.

Together with Michael, she returned to his friends. Now she was no longer ignored, as before, and it was obvious that Liza deserved her place in the company. From an unfamiliar, middle-aged woman trying to get a rest, she turned into a broken, attractive, ready-made woman.

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