Hi, my name is Oksana. I am 28 years old, slender athletic build, small elastic ass, chest 2, 5 size. I work in a travel agency. The work is interesting and creative, she always dreamed of working in this particular area. Every day is like a holiday.

A month ago, I broke up with my boyfriend, the agency m, he did not suit me in absolutely everything. He earned little, met only on weekends, he had enough time to sit in a cafe or take a walk in the park, and in bed he knew nothing except for Christian classical poses and was afraid to experiment. I naturally wanted more! In life, I am generally energetic and cheerful girl, but there was a clear bottom!

My story began on Tuesday, in the afternoon one woman came in at work, while I made her a ticket, she told me how she walked Croatia naked in front of the hotel, described in detail what kind of thrill she felt, how she turned everything on, how she didn’t want to dress later.

She finished the conversation, I finished the paper work, smiled at each other and she went about her business.

Then the day passed in the usual way, I smiled all day at customers, even though the storm itself was raging below the abdomen, remembering what the client said. It is not strange positive emotions that people came to cheer.

The working day is over. Before leaving the office, I looked at myself in the mirror:

- Damn, what a beauty you are all the same - I thought

- Black long skirt so nicely fits my ass and legs

- A white blouse clearly emphasized my business look!

- Would be a man, fell in love !!!

She smiled one more time, threw her handbag on her shoulder and got ready to leave. And then, as if the handbrake was activated, stopped at the door, remembered the story of the client.

- It is necessary to experience these emotions - I thought

Zadrala skirt on above, pulled off her panties, threw in a bag - so go!

I closed the office, went out into the street and felt like a breeze sometimes falls under the bottom and strokes the pussy ... These thoughts gave me no peace. The usual wind strokes many times more pleasant than my ex ...

On the street at 8 pm, it should get dark soon. I went to a cafe to drink coffee, took my order and went to the summer terrace. There were not many people, but something strong was bubbling in me, such that it turned everything down below the tummy ...

I could not stand it and pulled the skirt up, so that the edges of the fabric would hide only a couple of centimeters lower from the pussy. I looked around the circle that someone would not see, and touched herself. The girl was very wet ... not much yet, and the juices will run down the legs ...

And then I rolled a healthy sense on me, mole what am I doing? She drank the coffee in a gulp, stood up and immediately dropped her skirt to the end and walked on. The street is almost dark. Passing through the shop windows she admired herself. In the eyes again appeared lust and desire to become bare ...

The house was a couple of blocks away, I quickly made a path to the house in my head so there would be few people. I went into the arch, looked back - there is no one on the horizon. I lifted the skirt to the navel, and went with my bare pussy further ... I run around the windows with my eyes so that someone would not see, but at the same time I am looking even more ... My subconscious says - I still want it! It is not enough for me!...

I go to the basement visor in the middle of the house, take off her bra under the blouse and put it in her purse. In this form, I walk on ... Emotions overwhelm me ... Having walked another 30 meters, I completely unbutton my blouse, and make a knot from the bottom, so that only a small part of my chest would hide ...

After going to the end of the house with bare pussy and almost to plow with sisies, I was overwhelmed with a great desire to touch myself ... I wanted this on the street ... I looked around and saw that at the beginning of the next house there are bushes, not tall and not very thick, right before leaving the front door.

I walked quickly to the place I had seen, walked behind them, and began to caress my pussy ... Waves of bliss ran like goosebumps over the skin ... The wind swept from all sides ... Nipples stuck out like two diamonds ... Cliter burned with excitement ...

On an impulse of these not ordinary emotions, I took off my blouse ... Beyond that and my skirt ... I threw everything into my bag and continued to caress myself ...The fingers of one hand plunged into the ground, and the second hand into me ... And then I’m finishing with a friend ... Yes, so much that my head was spinning ... The orgasm was so strong that it twisted into a ball ...

I do not know how much I lay there, but the sound of the intercom resulted in a feeling. The door to the porch opened in front of the bushes ... From there came a young couple with a stroller. They slowly rolled out, the guy made fun of her and they slowly went to the direction from where I came.

I was very scared, my hands were trembling, I could hardly hold my breath ... But for fear there was even more excitement ... I wanted to increase the level of adrenaline in the blood ... Contrary to all fears ...

And then the body itself rose, took the bag and went to the side of the house. On the way dangling ass. My head knew that at any moment someone might come out from behind the corner or look out the window and see me ... But it was already dark, but the nasty lights were all glowing ...

My legs walked in front and didn’t stop, I almost ran to my house with a quick step. Coming up to my porch, I saw how the doors opened there, and I immediately hid behind a trash bin standing in the courtyard ... I saw a peasant smoking a cigarette through a crack.

Having tightly pressed my teeth, I started to wait when he smoked and left, but then my phone rang at a friend ... I looked through the gap, the man didn’t even turn around, calmly smoked a cigarette, threw it into the ashtray and went home.

My heart was knocking with fear ... But lust and my desire did not let me stop ... I looked around once more and ran towards the entrance ...

Going inside, I sighed with relief ... Not one light bulb in the front door did not work, I can safely climb home in the same way ...

Having risen to her on the fourth floor, I began to look for keys in my bag, they were at the very bottom of the bag ... She clasped her back against the wall, with her knee tucked at the bottom so that it would be more convenient to find the keys. But when I took them into my hands, the rug slipped out from under my feet and I dropped my booty directly onto the cold concrete, and the bag flew away from the railing to the bottom in the key seat ... Because of its rumble, without having heard on which floor they landed ...

Like a blind cat, I began to crawl along all the spans trying to find at least one of my things ... Looking for two floors, I heard a door open from the top:

- someone decided to go for a walk - I thought ...

She rose to her feet and ran quietly toward the exit, remembering that everywhere there was no light hid near the mailboxes.

An unknown silhouette passed through me, opening the doors to the porch lit up the passage, and I saw my bag ... Joyfully took it in my hands and ran to the top. Going to the door turned everything on the floor, so quickly find the keys. Skimming all of them and did not feel. But for that, I have clothes! - I thought.

But it was not there ... One blouse was left of the clothes, the rest crumbled when it fell ... Wore a blouse that did not cover the bottom at all. Collecting the rest of the trash in the bag nadybala phone. HOORAY! MY SAVIOR !!! She kissed him and backlit her lost things. After 5 minutes, there were keys ...

Having come home with relief, I climbed into the bathroom and, with memories of an extreme evening, brought myself to orgasm five times ... There wondered if I would still have such trips or not?

9 comments
  • Diamond (a guest)
    June 15, 2015 20:52

    Errors, errors ... They hit the eyes, and adrenaline zero and emotions zero. Read and forget. Crap karoche.

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  • June 16, 2015 0:59

    If you don’t like it, I can stop writing this crap at any time. He has repeatedly appealed to people for help and would have indicated mistakes, but he gets to the point, immediately everyone melts like snow in the sun ...

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  • June 16, 2015 8:46

    Interesting plot! But the topic is not fully resolved, in my opinion it would be more piquant if someone noticed that the heroine was not completely dressed, or her husband paid attention to the crumpled outfit, and finally tore off her not in a missionary pose, under a blanket, but right in corridor, "crustaceans before" mirror.

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  • June 16, 2015 9:45

    For mistakes, try writing in Word, or check the story before publishing.
    Here are some of the errors:
    A month ago, he rejoined with his partner agency.
    HOW WALK
    kraushek tkani
    Looked around in a circle so that no one could see
    what am I doing?
    With my eyes I ran to the windows so that nothing would see
    I can brave myself
    Has been treated
    sunflower bottom
    from the bottom
    way down
    let it be faster

    As it is not agreed to come out in these places (I am silent about spelling and punctuation):
    A quick step has come to a place where he has seen it, and has begun to caress his pussy.
    Even before the house was left to a couple of apartments, I quickly put my head in the road until the house was visited by a few people.
    On the break of these ordinary emotions
    I don’t know how I put it, but the sound of a loud sound came to my senses
    They didn’t hurry, they parted out of her pause, and they didn’t hurry and went to that side from where I came.
    But thankfully it was already dark, but the naughty Fonari were all blessed ...
    Sprayed around the back of the wall, pushing the wheel up to the bottom so that it would be more convenient to touch the keys.
    But just taking them into the hands of the mat from the bottom I jumped out of bed and I fell down on the cold straight bat, and the bag in the room with the keys left between the lines on the bottom of the bottom ... then the heroine could “cling” to the wall? In general, the word “lean on” most likely does not fit the meaning here)
    Surviving the house with the relief of the sunbath in the bath and with stimuli on the extremum evening, gained the pleasure of five times ...

    This is a horror genre:
    The hands of one hand flooded into the earth, and the second hand in me

    And this is a genre of science fiction, a kind of portal to another world)
    Before the bushes opened the door to the driveway
    And this is mysticism:
    Not famous silhouette passed through me, opening the door in the driveway illuminated the passage,

    Write porn stories and not know such things):
    Clitoris

    p. s. Everyone has mistakes, the one who does nothing is not mistaken. But to publish a work with such a number of errors is above all not respect for the reader. I put the "10" only for the courage of the heroine, although masturbating under my porch and walking naked on the stairs of the house where you live it is a fantasy. Here for this fantasy 10, but for the filing of this fantasy here would put "2".

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  • Bitch (a guest)
    June 16, 2015 17:37

    It is useless for him to talk about mistakes, the new story contains all the mistakes you pointed out to him. I had to rebuff.

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  • June 16, 2015 17:42

    Unsaid something

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  • June 16, 2015 23:04

    Not famous (written together!) Silhouette passed through me (near, you are not a ghost!), Opening the door to the entrance illuminated the passage, and I saw my bag ...
    More details: https://eroticspace.info/story/2015-06-15/progulka-s-raboty.html

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  • June 17, 2015 0:05

    Thank you all for the criticism, I will not write more. It is not my fault that I was born not in the Russian Federation, and not in one of the educational institutions in which I studied, there was no Russian language.

    On this note we put a bullet.

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  • June 17, 2015 9:07

    This is probably the easiest way!
    Try anything, and of course make some mistakes. No, to correct these mistakes, to do the work, above all, on oneself, the person throws everything. The question is why start then, if you are afraid to do something wrong, fear criticism from outside. But to continue to ignore this criticism is not worth it. You asked to indicate errors, they were pointed out to you, try to drop the text into the word, turn on the spelling checker, correct the indicated errors and those that wear the word. Re-read the story and those moments that seem dubious, try to explain in other words. If you really want to do paperwork - learn the rules of grammar, work with the dictionary, for synonyms and antonyms. Read more (not necessarily here). In your favorite works, pay attention, where the author resorts to comparison, where to the allegory, where he puts the pace, on the word order, punctuation! In general, take the text and work it out. Write the word first and gradually use what you learn from such self-study in your stories. It just seems difficult, in fact, the main thing to start.
    Not all of those who write here from the Russian Federation.

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