1. The hunt for passion. Part 1
  2. The hunt for passion. Part 2: Julia Pulka
  3. The hunt for passion. Part 3: Svetka-Nymphet
  4. The hunt for passion. Part 4: "Walking" Svetka-Nymphets
  5. The hunt for passion. Part 5: Adventures in the mall
  6. The hunt for passion. Part 6: Business Trip

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My employee, about whom I already wrote, was all called at the office - Julia-Pulka. This offensive and childish nickname for her hooked more from uni. It so happened that simultaneously with our release, one construction company needed young specialists. From the stream, from different groups, 6 people got to work in this company, including me. I do not know why Julia-Pulka is, perhaps because she blushed when vulgar jokes were told, or when the boys started talking on intimate topics. Maybe because of the ringing voice, or maybe because she was impregnable and they didn’t try to stir up the stream growers with her, they didn’t give it to anyone and in retaliation called her that way. No one remembers how and when, but this nickname clung to her on the last courses of the university and then migrated to work, to the company. At first, Julia was indignant, but then resigned.

If you describe it in a nutshell, the average height of the brunette, pretty face with dimples on the cheeks, pretty figure and green eyes. In communication, Yulia was pleasant and comfortable with her, we could discuss any topic, although before we got to this job, we didn’t communicate practically. That's why, during one such conversation, I shared with Julia a story about a girl dissecting around the city without panties, and she easily told about two lesbians who lived with her husband under the same roof. At the same time, she blushed as usual and it was fun to watch her. We chatted over a cup of coffee in the office canteen, neighing and forgotten, but ...

Our work consisted in the design of various objects and sometimes, we had to accompany the project and go to the construction site to control the contracting firm. Here, in one of these trips, I had to go along with Julia. Ride in principle, not far away, all within the city. Julia-Pulka today was wearing a skirt just above her knees in a tight-fitting blouse, her hair gathered into a ponytail. When I saw her, he said so:

- Yul, well, you give, in this form and to the construction site?

- So it turned out that the object must go urgently, but I did not have time to change clothes, - she smiled at me in response.

I nodded, and looked appreciatively at the girl. Slender legs, round ass, elastic chest of the second size and an innocent face. “Fuck her! “- the thought flashed through my mind at that moment. She got into the car and we drove off. On the way, I noticed that she kind of rumpled something like and wants to say something, but does not dare, and as always blush. Since there weren’t any topics for which we couldn’t communicate calmly, in principle, I stopped the car and, turning to it, said:

- Well, put it out! Something happened?

- Remember, you talked about a girl who walked around the city without panties?

- I remember what?

- I also want to try - stammering and almost in a whisper, she said - Or rather, I have already tried. I thought for a long time and imagined how that girl was walking around the city without panties, and then she was riding in a minibus, she probably dreamed at the same time how you her, well this ... How you fuck her together. Similarly, right in the bus, one in front, the other behind. In short, I was really excited, the work did not go that day, I was always dreaming, I wanted to try to walk without panties. Estimate, before that I did not try like this, but here this idea sat down in my brain. In the evening, before going home from work, I closed in the toilet. My panties and so were wet, even unscrew. I took them off and put them in my purse and from the fact that I was going to go home so I got excited even more and a drop of moisture began to flow from me down my thighs. I touched the clitoris and it was as if I were electrocuted.I really wanted to masturbate, although after I live with Oleg, I didn’t do it, I had enough sex with him. And here, it was like an eclipse. After 10–15 seconds of the clitoris, I heard someone go to the toilet. I fell silent, but did not remove my pussy hand. Someone went into the next booth and I was frightened by what she could see or hear me. Fear of shame and wild excitement all mixed up. At that moment the clothes rustled and the unknown girl began to write. I could not stand it and began to finish, the orgasm was so strong, what I had not experienced for a very long time, so I had to hold my mouth with my other hand, and my eyes darkened. When I came to, there was no one in the closet except me. I put myself in relative order and left the office.

On the street I found such a pleasant feeling - the breeze was walking under the skirt and caressing my pussy. I was gripped with excitement with a new force, as if I had not finished. When I was going home, I caught the eyes of men, and I knew that they wanted to fuck me and that flowed even more. As I was not spinning in the toilet in front of the mirror, and the fact that I was without panties was not visible. But still I was not sure that my pussy was flowing from the fact that someone could see me without panties. Trembling, from adrenaline and excitement, I got home and, in the evening, Oleg and I engaged in very rapid sex.

Listening to Julia, my dick stood with a stake, I looked, then at her flushed face, then at the neckline in a blouse, which, probably, was specifically more than usual, so that I opened a corner of lace, white bra.

- Julia, why are you telling me this? - I asked her in a voice hoarse with excitement.

- I want to try to take a walk in a short skirt - she blurted out - After that incident, I no longer walked without panties - scary! I want to go in a short skirt, so that someone will already notice my pussy, but I'm afraid of inadequate reaction. I am excited by the idea that someone may see me naked, but to fend off the sexual harassment of hungry males, there is no particular desire. And if you are close and in case of anything you can stand up for me, then perhaps I could try ...

The degree of my excitement jumped above the limit. From the shy Julia - Pulka I did not expect this.

- Listen, why can't you offer your husband? - only I could say in response.

- Oleg, good! But not sure that he could, in which case, get into a fight. And after the incident with the neighbors, I almost made a tantrum, I did not believe that he could refuse to have sex with two girls. Could you? And he could! I could for my sake! And I tell him what? I want to pussy in front of other men ?! You see, I lost peace, jerking my clit like a youngster goner, how to imagine myself naked in the square. I even began to dream, as I was wildly excited and completely naked walking around the city, everyone was staring at me, all the men want me, and a waterfall pours out of me. I wake up and pounce on Oleg, fuck him and fall asleep again. And once I had such dreams all night, once I managed to put out the fire by Oleg, and the other times I caressed myself with my finger and, biting my pillow with my teeth, quietly moaned like the last bitch.

“You cut me without a knife,” I said to Julia, nodding my head at the crook of my pants, in the groin area.

“I’m all on my own, and squeeze out my underpants - only now I noticed a shiver of her body.” And she playfully and with a tremor in her voice continued - So what do you say, walking the slut?

I did not have time to answer how she, throwing herself, with a quick movement, pulled off her panties. Really wet, all I had to say to myself. Panties flew into the back seat, and Julia already unbuttoned her skirt. The skirt flew after the panties and now, the girl was already sitting in the front seat of my car half-naked. Near the footpath people were in a hurry about their business. They could not see Julia behind tinted glasses, but she saw people running about and her dream began to come true in reality. And with trembling hands she already unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse.

I know Julia-Pulka is a hundred years old - quiet, modest, and here it is, and I decided to fly it all to hell. My hand went to the employee's wet pussy. I began to caress her clitoris with my finger, after a couple of circular movements, immersing him in her pussy to the full depth. The girl threw her head back on the headrest, grabbed her tits and began to caress them through the fabric of her bra. We were both excited to the limit, through ...

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