I was driving like that May evening late from work. And I decided not to drive the main road, as usual, but to see a new shopping center under construction, about which much was written in city newspapers. And having approached this place, I slowed down and looked at the left side of the road, at the place where the big construction began. Without looking around, I glance over the road and a little to the right, onto the street where the pedestrian section begins.

There were few lanterns in this part, since it was already the edge of the city, although private mansions, for which it was decided to build a shop, were growing up close, and the empty place was still nearby. And here I see, a little further away a silhouette is seen, gradually disappearing into the distance. Looking a bit closer and driving closer, I notice that this is a young woman in a small, skin-tight and waist-reaching leather jacket with a hood, dark brown jeans and black boots, with a handbag on her shoulder. My view involuntarily focuses on a protruding, delicious ass, emphasizing all the beauty and appeal of her figure.

We caught up and the girl, noticing the light from the headlights of the car and the sound of the engine, turned her head towards me and our eyes met.

- Good evening. - politely, but without too much pomposity, I said through the window, opening the glass of the right door. stopping the car. And then I recognize my former classmate in her.

- Hello. - as she answered, confused and recognizing me, immediately calmed down and stopped.

- Sit down for a ride. - I say, and she opened the door, got into the car. The aroma of her perfume spread through the cabin.

We went ahead and I ask without any fuss with quiet background music.

- Where to throw on the way or take?

- Not. I just walked in the evening, without any purpose.

- It's a bit dark here to walk. - I answered meaningfully, but without waiting for an answer, I began to think how to keep the conversation going. The fact is that this slim girl was the first beauty in our institute, at the sight of which many drooled. She always kept down with me and did not notice anyone in me, except for her usual classmate, with whom she was simply tied to the fate of her studies at the institute. And I never tried to play tricks with her, I had enough of others, especially as I was not offended by my appearance. We never talked with her like good friends, only usual help in school affairs, no more. I only knew that she was married on the 5th course, for some rich hahalya and all. Therefore, I did not want to ask her about family matters, about life, and the like. But the pause dragged on a bit when we drove off, and I had to say something. I had to go from the beginning of the conversation and I asked.

- All the same, without a clue where to go, tell me where to drop you off.

- Yes, wherever you want, I do not care. - She answered indifferently.

- Well, as you say. - I answered and went to my home, not understanding this indifference.

“It's just half past nine that the buses don't go, you have to go home by taxi then.”

- And I will not return home. She said in a slightly quivering voice.

- Why? What is the matter then? - I answered puzzled.

- We had an argument with Seryozhka, and I don’t want to come back yet.

- Where will you spend the night? Maybe take to parents?

“I don't want to tell them yet.”

- A friend in the know?

- No, it's too late for them too.

- Well, then I will spend the night with me, the benefit of tomorrow is Saturday, so you will not have to get up early. True, I have a studio, but the kitchen is large. I will bed myself there, and you will lie on my bed.

- Do you live alone?

- Yes. Bye one

- Still not married?

- Not.

- And why?

- At the moment, I did not find a suitable candidate.

The flow of these unceremonious questions was beginning to annoy me.

- I also did not find a suitable candidate. - sighed girl.

- Are you not married?

- Married, but with the husband obviously was mistaken.

- And why is that?

- Today we agreed to have dinner together, but he said that he was busy at work and would not be able to come. I called him back - he did not pick up the phone, and I called his colleague - and they have a farce, music, female laughter. I had previously suspected that he was not very faithful, but here everything immediately came to light.

Now, finally, it turned out evening walk in the dark. So, I had a tempting prospect. True, knowing this touchy could hardly count on intimacy. How to do it, apparently, there were not very many such people. It was necessary to carefully transfer the conversation to an intimate topic.

- Clear. Maybe he missed your attention. A wife is a duty, affection, but he still needed not only to love, but also to make this same love more often. - I finished half-jokingly.

- Olga has a little strained from my words. But she answered.

- We could do at least every day. There were no obstacles from me.

- True? Allowed him not only on holidays, but on any given day, when she wants? - laughing, I finished.

But she did not respond, but arrogantly straightened herself in the seat, dropped the hood and began to look ahead to the road. And I was embarrassed by his scabrous joke. I got angry at myself and her. Angry and wanted to teach this woman a lesson. But how to teach, at this moment I did not give myself an account. The rest of the way we drove in silence. When we drove up to my house I said:

- Here we arrived.

We got out of the car, and I took her to my dwelling. I lived on the third floor. He opened the door with a magnetic key and stepped aside, skipping ahead. The girl passed, and I walked behind her, with great pleasure contemplating her wonderful ass.

On the stairs leading to the floors, he said, where I live and lightly touched her waist, directing in the right direction and removing my palm, deliberately walked over her ass, leaving a warm trace. Olya climbed the stairs, and as if spellbound, I admired her pretty ass, located right in front of my face. I felt at this time the charm of the closeness of this woman. She let me admire her, as if experiencing the power of her charm. And I thought what should I do to spend an unforgettable evening with her, and maybe even a night.

We entered the apartment, and I quickly took off my shoes and went behind the chair to the kitchen so that she could take off her shoes comfortably. But when he came, Olya had already hung up her jacket and, turning, said that she didn’t need a chair. I put a chair next to me and, not knowing what to do, began to watch her slip off. She was wearing one white cotton T-shirt, through which her small nipples were clearly visible on the big breasts protruding forward. She deftly removed her boots and stood up, looking at me in full growth. All this atmosphere strongly turned me on and she could not help noticing my arousal. There was some kind of awkward pause. And she asked:

- What are you looking at? Are you angry? Say nothing.

And I have not found anything better to say.

- You don't have a bra.

- Yes, I quickly got dressed like that and immediately went out into the street.

- Maybe you and no panties? - I asked unceremoniously.

- Check it out yourself. - she said like that hotly.

From an unexpected offer, I was taken aback, but I began to move closer, and she, leaning against the wall next to her, pressed her back to her and slightly thrust the pelvis forward. And I started to unbuckle the belt buckle on her jeans. He opened the button and unzipped his fly. Apparently she liked her fun, confident that there was no danger in her. She didn't say anything while I fumbled with her front end. I saw frowningly, as her chest began to rise and fall. All she seemed to have melted. Maybe she passed my condition?

I pulled off her knee jeans and saw that the pants were on her. Dear, white, translucent, barely covering the target. Olya lifted one leg, as if trying to get rid of jeans, and I immediately began to help her, removing them completely. I pounded in my temples. I felt that this woman is mine. Taking off her panties ...