Olga almost ran home, her legs did not obey, the purse with notebooks seemed to weigh in tone. Opening the doorway, she dropped the keys. Just slamming the door of the apartment behind her, and leaning her back against the wall, she sighed loudly. In her head was a complete mess, throwing the bag on the floor, she ran to the bathroom. The shower took off a bit of stress. Having gathered a full bath of water and swelling salt there, Olga completely got under water, such procedures always acted soothingly. Lying like that for about fifteen minutes, she began to recover, the hurricane of incoherent thoughts calmed down a bit, the body relaxed, the chill passed.

What to do now? This ohlamon, after all, will surely tell everything to his friends. How now to appear at the institute? And you can not appear ... You need to intimidate him somehow, press him to be silent, or, on the contrary, promise. Whip or gingerbread? Or maybe leave everything as it is, as if nothing had happened. Who will believe him?

Olga did not want to work at all. Olga took a washcloth and gathered foam and ran it over her leg, lifting it over the water. “It's because of me he was so excited and how excited!” She thought. Between the legs immediately sweetly ached. A sweet, pleasant and long-forgotten feeling of excitement covered her. "It was literally seconds, and I finished", - the swollen member of the guy popped up before my eyes. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to switch, but the scarlet bud in her lower abdomen had already begun to blossom. Thoughts crumpled, only one irresistible desire, throbbed in the head with a red thread. Fingers themselves lay on the pussy, parted lips, and the middle immediately lay on the clitoris. Salty water gently enveloped the body, the nipples instantly stood up erotically looking out from under the foam. She bent a little in the back, so her breasts appeared out of the water. Fingers, obeying the hostess, did their work, cheering on a pretty swollen pussy.

“It's all wrong,” thought flashed through her head, but she was immediately overshadowed by a huge feeling of excitement, which did not give a breath. She arched even more, squeezing her swollen chest with her second hand. A faint moan came from somewhere afar, parted her lips, she plunged her middle finger as deep as she could, then another and another. The sweet bud blossomed, and there was no end in sight, she puffed at her breast and tugged at her nipples, fucking herself with her fingers. Something was missing, she tried to present her former lovers, some erotic films, something that always excited her, but it was not that. Olga splashed in the bath, thin legs then rose up above the foam, then crossed by squeezing her hand into the vagina. She wriggled in the bathroom like a snake, chest full, glistening from the water heaving over the foam. Kitty ached, she wanted to discharge, but the end did not come. From the whole kaleidoscope of erotic fantasies, a picture of Artyom, his big, hilly penis, surfaced. Ohhhh yeah. Olga imagined how he enters her pussy, pushing her labia, penetrates into the very depths, beats eggs between her legs. She literally felt the young raging energy of the guy, and the scarlet bud bloomed out with myriads of fireworks below the belly. She involuntarily screamed and clutched the sides of the bathtub. The body cramped. An orgasm like an explosion of thousands of bombs spread throughout the body, from pussy to fingertips. Olga moaned sweetly and dipped her head under the water.

For a long time she did not experience such an orgasm. After lying down for ten more minutes in the water, she forced herself to get up. Her whole body rang, on shaky legs, she took a towel and began to wipe herself. Coiling it over her head, she went out into the kitchen. In the corridor hung a large mirror. Olga stood in front of him in full growth, slightly pulling the tummy. Turned legs, round ass, poured breasts of the fourth size.She got a little closer, her nipples stood up and looked up, her hair gathered up above opened her chiseled neck. “Good!”, She thought to herself, and, turning a little before the mirror, went to put the kettle on.

Artyom was not joking. For him it was a shock. And not just shock, but shock - the fulfillment of a dream. He finished in the mouth of a sex teacher. However, Artyom had a big problem - he absolutely did not understand what to do with it further. He had zero experience with women. Only gigabytes of porn on the computer, but they could not help in his problem. One thing he knew for sure that the continuation of this story would most likely not be.

For the next week, Artyom tried not to think about what had happened. He ran like he was stupefied at the institute, tried to study, played football. The main thing to remember less is the case. Only once did he run into Olga Viktorovna in the corridor and immediately went cold. But she, only having measured it with a look, passed further, as if nothing had happened. After that, he calmed down a bit. "We both pretend that there was nothing, and thank God," he decided.

At the end of the week there was again a physics lesson. In the morning, Artyom began to beat a shiver. To say that he was worried would have nothing to say. What will happen to the control? He did not write it! How now to talk with Olga Viktorovna? Maybe she won't want to communicate with him at all, then he can be kicked out of the institute - physics is the main subject. In the classroom, he sat on pins and needles. Olga was not. The whole class was buzzing, someone even offered to leave the pair. But she appeared. As usual in a strict suit, a little out of breath, entered the classroom. Everyone fell silent at once.

“Taak,” she drawled, laying out the notebooks on the table. - I still checked the controls, so let's start a new topic.

Artem exhaled. Today it is not necessary to communicate with her - already well. He relaxed a bit and began to write. But he couldn’t write for a long time, when Olga turned her back to the board to write something, the look of her butt lifted Artyom’s member like a fireman’s team on a fire. When she spoke, he saw only her sweet lips, which so skillfully took his dick in her mouth. He fidgeted on the chair the whole lesson, without really writing anything down.

Olga, leading the lesson, peeked at Artyom. He was clearly not at ease, and the whole lesson was sitting on thorns. She was an adult lady and knew how to control herself. The main thing is to pause and see that this gadjenysh did not tell anyone anything. But, looking around the rest of the class, she did not notice anything strange. Teens do not know how to keep emotions in check. If something had come up about the case, she would definitely see the sidelong glances and smirks on her faces. Let everything remain as it is.

So another week went by. November began, it became very cold outside. Once warm in a warm bathroom, Olga was again naked in front of a mirror. She turned her ass over and looked over her shoulder. “Mmmm ... it’s impossible for such good to disappear,” sweet excitement again seized her. She pulled back her buttocks, opening the pussy. The view was just magical - legs slightly apart, butted ass. She bent down a little to the side and her hanging breasts were visible. Slapping her cheek, she smiled. An almost lost feeling of own sexuality returned, and with it self-confidence. Artyom’s thoughts came to mind.

Olga lay on the bed and spread her legs. With the fingers of one hand, she spread her pussy, and the second finger plunged into it. Mmmmm so sweet. She introduced a member of Artem and began to masturbate. The juice instantly filled the crotch, the body arched, the breasts swelled. She rolled on the bed imagining how Artem fuck her ... long and hard. She wanted more, that he would kiss her, caressed, fucked in different poses. Fantasies succeeded one another, and the orgasm was stronger than ever.

Later, sitting in the kitchen and sipping sweet tea, she decided that she needed to continue the story. There was no clear plan, and could there be a clear plan here?

The next physics lesson Artem came already quite calm. Olga Viktorovna behaved as if nothing had happened. They all forgot about the control, and cold November did not let the hormones boil in the blood much. Drawing any notebooks in the notebook, Artyom did not notice ...