- For you! - he solemnly said a toast.

- For us! - With a slight hint I clarified.

***

The first action was about to end and I was bored. Not that I did not like opera, but my thoughts were about something else. Namely, about Vladimir Nikolaevich.

He pretended to look at the scene with interest. In the course of the action, I even made some remarks in my ear in a whisper. But I saw that his eyes continually stuck me in the neckline or in the lace gum of the stocking on the right thigh. But Vladimir Nikolaevich diligently tried to hide it. After all, it is wonderful - I just paraded your peaches for you!

I realized that I had to start acting by myself. Having decided this firmly, I laid my hand on his knee. He flinched slightly in surprise, but he did not file a view. How timid you are, my joy!

Twilight reigned in the hall, our seats were extreme at the central aisle, and the mezzo soprano sounded dear from the stage - one could not worry about someone paying attention to us. Although I have never been worried about this.

After lying down a bit on my knee, my hand began to rise higher and stroke Vladimir Nikolayevich’s thigh. And oh, a miracle - his left hand gently dropped on my knee and supposedly casually crawled on my thigh.

I finally grew bolder and took this hand with his free hand and slightly spreading my legs apart, I stuck it closer to the pussy. The fingers of Vladimir Nikolayevich began to stroke my pussy through the fabric of the panties. From these caresses, I immediately felt that I was flowing - the panties slowly began to soak in my discharge.

Then I noticed a tight mound that began to grow in the pants of my companion. Immediately having reached there, I began to stroke him and play with him - lightly drumming with my fingers. The breathing of Vladimir Nikolayevich increased. I felt his fingers wet from my lubricant trying to push the fabric of the panties back to get deeper.

Gently removing his hand, I slowly raised the hem of the dress to my thighs and, with my thumbs, holding the thin elastic bands of my red strings, pulled them down. Leaning over and elegantly removing the panties off the heel, I showed them to Vladimir Nikolayevich. He smiled shyly. Then I neatly folded them into a corner and shoved him in the top pocket of my jacket, instead of a handkerchief.

Somehow he did not have time to react to this, because at that very moment my second hand was already unzipping the zipper on his knob.

Excitement grew and I wanted more. In addition, the opera eventually became just annoying.

- Maybe it is better to go ride your big beautiful car? - I whispered in the hot ear. At that moment, my hand was already squeezing his excited cock.

- Yes, yes, of course! Woman's desire ... the law! - Swallowing saliva, he whispered. - And the driver? Send him home?

- What for? - I asked mockingly. - He does not bother me! And you?

You should have seen his eyes at this moment.

- Mmm ... no! - He muttered.

And we quietly got up from their seats and began to move toward the exit. All this way he now and again pulled his jacket and, blushing, looked around. And it is not surprising, because I led him behind me, holding the member.

***

- Circling around the city! - Vladimir Nikolayevich said to the driver, slamming the door. - And on a flat road! Oh...

At that time I was already sucking his dick.

The car started off. The driver's impassability could only be envied.

- Turn on the music! Ah ... ah! - he almost added with a cry, as I accelerated the pace of sucking.

A dance melody sounded. Well, great soundtrack!

Pulling the skin up and down, I played the tongue with his burgundy head. At the same time, I did not forget about the testicles, holding them with my other hand.

“Oh ... oh ..." he moaned, stroking my head.

While he was doing it quietly so as not to embarrass the driver.

Time flew by and it was necessary to move on to the main dish.

Releasing his dignity from my mouth, I raised my free hand up and, fumbled a lever over my head, turned on the ceiling lamp. That I need to consider as it should!

Grabbing the bottom edge of the dress with both hands and moving it up over my head, I quickly took it off. It was not very convenient to do this in a car, but somehow I did it. Having stayed in a corset, stockings and shoes, I felt freer. And it seems that my appearance, even in the dim light of a ceiling lamp, made the right impression on Vladimir Nikolaevich - he just began to eat me with his eyes.

But my image was not yet complete. Therefore, I lowered the corset and with a little difficulty (my husband tried) extracted first one and then another breast. Taking them into my palms and defiantly weighing in, I looked at Vladimir Nikolayevich with a languid look. He groaned with impatience.

Without forcing him to wait long, I climbed onto his knees and, deftly putting my hand between my legs, took his protruding member and inserted it into my vagina.

“Oh ...” Vladimir Nikolayevich groaned, holding me by the waist.

Opening my lips, I greedily stuck to his lips. Our languages ​​have met. And at the same moment I began to slowly sit down.

Vladimir Nikolayevich's hands stroked my waist in a corset. I thought that the best place for them was a little lower and therefore I put them on my buns. And Vladimir Nikolaevich immediately grabbed them with a death grip. It turns out what he is when you start it! He squeezed and unclenched my crumbs, stroked - in general, he crushed his ass with obvious pleasure. I was very glad that he liked her so much. He would know how much work I should keep this beauty in this form! But on the other hand, it's worth it!

The love rhythm began to accelerate. Even through the chopping music, I heard my crotch beat against his scrotum.

Vladimir Nikolaevich, firmly clinging to my ass, just exhausted from passion and satisfaction. In order to succumb to the heat, I took my chest in my hands and, squeezing it a little, pressed it to his face, while continuing to frantically ride on it.

- Oh ... this is wonderful! - Dumbly heard somewhere between my breasts.

Then I felt his tongue, which began to rush between my tight hills, caressing them. Through the gorge between them, I stuck my tongue and they met. From the stuffiness and such a hot evening, my little ones sweated a little and were salty in taste.

It did not last long. Suddenly, I felt that Vladimir Nikolayevich was putting a finger in my back hole.

I stopped and looked into his flushed face.

- Do you want to go there? I asked hotly, catching my breath.

He nodded modestly.

Carefully removing his stone member from myself, I began to look around for my handbag.

- But what if? - flashed the thought in my head.

The golden edge peeking out from under the driver’s seat.

Taking a handbag in my hand and opening it, I smiled. Next to the condom packaging was a small tube of anal lubricant. Umnichka husband, everything provided! Yes, and with strawberry flavor! But preziki, my dear, I was not useful today!

Mentally kissing my husband, I took the tube and opened the cap. Turning to face Vladimir Nikolayevich, I squeezed out a little gel on his head and, sensing the sweet berry aroma, began to gently spread it over the entire length.

- Wow, cold! - chuckled my lover.

- Also with strawberry - I smiled.

Then I turned my back on him and, leaning into the front seats, bent my back and put my ass in order to properly lubricate myself. The remains of the gel on the palm, I began to rub into my hole. Well smeared, I gently penetrated there middle finger, checking the effect. Everything was great!

Slightly rising, as far as the ceiling of the car allowed, I began to adjust the ass to the member. The car was shaking a little, and it was not easy to do. The tip of the head almost entered, and I ... Read more →