still chirping fun, I put the hangers in my hands with pants, shirts, suits, shorts and T-shirts. And I could not understand what was wrong here. Olka and I also often went to this shopping center, went to different boutiques, it seems, to this one too, but then even the smell here was different. I sniffed the air. It is completely different - it smelled of cheap washing powder, old cloth and dust, and now it smells like something thin and delicate, almost imperceptible. And this smell does not come from clothes, as if it does not even have an obvious source. Or does it just seem to me?

In the meantime, we approached the fitting room. Milana pushed me inside, entered herself and closed the curtain.

I neatly folded the whole pile of clothes on a low poof and stopped, not knowing where to put my hands.

- And what are you worth? Take off your clothes - commanded Milan.

I did not stir and blushed.

- Oh, that's it, do you like it when a girl undresses you? - and she immediately grabbed the strap on my jeans. I gasped and blushed even harder.

This is a very useful skill - to blush or turn pale at will. What is needed for this? Nothing special - remember what feelings you feel when you blush or turn pale, restore them in your memory in detail and persuade yourself that now you are experiencing exactly that. And please! On the cheeks plays a bright blush. Or vice versa - the color of your face is not much different from the color of the wall behind you. Of course, it’s ideal when there are actually some factors that make you blush or turn pale, but this is ideal.

We met Olka exactly like that - I had nowhere to live, and she is so pretty, so I decided to drive her to her. And she is impregnable as a medieval castle. I had to go to the trick. I really didn’t eat a damn almost at that time, but in principle I had enough strength to work hard on three jobs, and even ask people every night to wait. I was waiting for her at the entrance, and when she appeared, suddenly turned pale, as if I had a hungry faint. She dragged me into the apartment, fed me (oh, I’d rather not feed me - I couldn’t control my face so well), and then put me to sleep. True, we did not have to sleep then ... as, incidentally, the neighbors. In the morning, when I left for work, my aunt from the neighboring apartments looked at me in such a way that I was even embarrassed ...

While I was reminded of memories, Milana managed to unbutton my belt and had already started to fight with my pants. I have it with a secret - if you do not know, you will not be able to unbutton it. I grinned, hugged her shoulders and pressed my lips to hers. Here it is, this smell is her perfume. Mmmm, something so sweet, thick, but light and pleasant. Smell straight from childhood. Sweet buns, caramel sweets, sweet fruit - no, it's not that. Mother's pies and cream waffles - for sure! Vanilla! God, how this fragrance fits!

I breathed noisily into her mouth. She squeaked weakly. I let her go. She began to frantically search for something in her purse, blushed to her ears, and no longer looked at me.

- Don't do this anymore, okay? She said, finally finding a small mirror in her purse and adjusting her lipstick.

I nodded and unbuttoned my jeans in one motion.

She looked at me in disbelief:

- How?

I smiled and showed her a small metal hook that held the dog in place.

- I broke off the hook on the tongue, so I adapted this one. It needs only to be pushed aside, and the zipper unzips itself.

- Do you wear underwear because you have no money for it? - she smiled and tipped off the tip of the nail a pair of curls that looked out of the pants.

And I blushed for real. I completely forgot. And it was not planned that I would undress today in public.

Milana suddenly fell in front of me on her knees and with a light movement she pulled down my jeans.My second self, as soon as I felt freedom, stood at attention and now proudly looked straight into her face.

“I was once told that if you are in an excited state for a long time,” she said almost in a whisper, “then it hurts you all there.” And that it can even lead to stagnation of blood and amputation.

I swallowed a lump. Figase, and I thought it was just unpleasant.

“I don’t want such a handsome man to be amputated,” she ran the length of her fingertips. He shivered, as before the eruption. I had perspiration on my forehead. Just not on the face, just not on the face ...

And suddenly her lips closed around the head, and the tongue gently walked over the bridle. Mmm, bliss ... The wet warmth of her mouth, soft nipples on her tongue, hard ribbed palate, white teeth, which slightly clung to the skin, but did not cause pain ...

Olka never gave me a blowjob, although I often asked her about it. And here it is not necessary to ask!

I put my hand on the back of her head and gently pressed. She obediently swallowed my dick to half, but choked. I eased the pressure - there was still not enough to have her makeup smeared. She moved away a little, but did not let the cock out of her mouth, continuing to gently lick the head. Just like ice cream - a banal comparison, of course, but nothing more came to my mind at that moment.

I pressed her back on the head again. This time she swallowed him almost completely and did not even choke. And I began to slowly move my hips back and forth, back and forth. She obediently accepted him, trying not to touch her teeth. And then something warm and soft squeezed my testicles. I almost groaned out loud ... and finished straight down her throat. Of course, she choked, so I quickly went out, filling my jeans with sperm. And she fell on her side, shaking as if in a fever and coughing.

“Mila, Mila,” I squatted in front of her and pulled at her shoulders.

Behind the curtain of the booth, I already heard the heavy steps of the security chief.

- What should I do, Mila? - I was in a panic - I, first of all, did not expect such a turn of events, and secondly, if we are now caught in this form, everything is for nothing ...

- Everything ... well ... Senya ... - breathing hard, said Milan. - I sometimes have ... especially in boutiques ... they are already used to ...

I exhaled with relief and listened. Really, did it seem?

“Take off your jeans, I'll wipe you,” she said, sitting down again at my feet. Then she pulled out wet wipes from her purse and began carefully picking up viscous whitish liquid from my jeans and legs. And then again touched his lips to the penis. “I never thought you were so fast,” she looked into my eyes and gently rubbed him too.

I blushed again:

“Usually I need more time ...” I ran my hand over my forehead.

- I took you by surprise? - she smiled and stood up.

And I looked to the ceiling, and my eyes rested on the impassive camera lens. And I turned pale. For real.

Milana looked there and smiled:

- Do not worry, it does not work ...

- Right? - I frowned - what's the point of putting a camera in such a place?

- More precisely does not happen. I am a regular customer in this boutique. When I first noticed this camera, I arranged such a scandal here that my father ordered to turn off all the cameras in the hall.

I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly. And if they did not fulfill his order, tomorrow, if not today, he will know what happened.

Meanwhile, Milana took off her jeans from a hanger and handed them to me:

- Try it on.

I obediently pulled them on - the hard fabric stuck to the still wet skin, and too much lightning caught the pubic hairs. After a couple of minutes of torment, Milan shook her head:

“First you need to either buy underwear or try other jeans,” and handed me one more.

These put on quickly, sat down well, and no one was confused and clung anywhere.

“Turn around,” commanded Milan.

I humbly turned my back to her. And she loudly slapped me on the buttock:

- Pretty boy...