in crowded but not mad?

“Yeah,” all three guys smiled stupidly. Anya was silent.

“We’ve almost arrived,” Volodya said from the driver’s seat.

We disembarked at the sanatorium, Volodya left to park the car, and the boys and I went to the elevator. The room said goodbye, we agreed to go somewhere tomorrow.

Already in the room, Anka rushed to the suitcase and pulled out clean white panties in a yellow flower. I sympathetically watched as she hastily pulled them:

- They pawed you?

“N-no,” muttered her daughter, pulling off her dress. - Not at all.

***

Having breakfast all together in the morning in the cafe of the sanatorium, we composed an action plan for today. Volodya promised to show me the way to the local shopping center, and Anya and the boys will go by car to the botanical garden to look at flowers and trees.

On the way to the store, I naturally tempted Volodya. I liked to watch him blush when I take him by the arm or under the arm, as I refuse, if I ask him about whether he has a girlfriend in his city or generally about communication with girls.

In the mall I liked the store with clothes and I climbed into the booth to measure dresses and skirts. In each new dress I jumped out from behind the curtain and demanded his critical opinion. He basically responded with compliments, while trying not to repeat. When the next short skirt received his approval, I pulled him into the booth:

- I need your help!

- BUT? - He was confused, looking around in the booth. - What kind of help?

- This.

I hugged him, hugged me and kissed him. He first hesitated, and then passionately responded to the kiss, and I suddenly felt his hot palms on his waist, under his shirt, already under his chest. Without losing a moment, I turned my back in his hands and put his palms on my breasts under my shirt. Ottypyryla ass, pressing on his hips and feeling through the layers of fabric his tense cock. Volodya crushed my breasts and I bit my lip so as not to groan. My excitement exhausted me a long time ago, I could not bear it any longer.

“Hurry,” I whispered, “we only have a couple of minutes until no one noticed.”

I put my hand behind my back and slid right into his shorts, under the elastic of his underpants. Grabbed the trunk of a member, pulled to her and removed his palm. Yes, such a hint was hard not to understand. I felt like he pulled up my little skirt, pulled my panties down to my knees and unzipped my shorts. An instant later, his hand dived between my legs, as if studying whether I had enough moisture there below. Satisfied with the result, he put a member to my intimate lips and pressed.

I gasped slightly, flexing my hips and sitting down on its resilient rod. Volodya pressed me against the cool wall of the booth and began furiously fucking, pumping up his dick, plunging him with all the strength of his strong hips and legs. At first I bit my lip and tried not to moan, and then grabbed one of his palms and squeezed it to myself. Volodya liked this game and he clenched my jaws, as if he himself was not giving me any sound by force.

Excitement grew very quickly. My sharp nipples through the fabric of the T-shirt rubbed against the wall of the booth, I squirmed under the pressure of a strong male body, enjoying every moment of this high-speed sex. And then she finished. Volodya did not keep waiting and came to me literally in a few seconds, so I felt his hot liquid with trembling walls.

He let me out, I put on my panties and kissed him. His knees quivered, there was a slight fog in his eyes. Not letting the guy out of the booth, I changed my dress in front of him, straightened my panties and went out, choosing two dresses to buy. Volodya's eyes shone with passion and pleasure, he proudly led me to the store, holding my hand.

***

The rest of the guys phoned us and sent Boris to pick us up at the store. Gena, Andrei and my Anya have already returned to the sanatorium. I again sat in the front seat, Boris moved back, and Volodya got behind the wheel.At the grocery store, they stopped to buy alcohol for the evening.

- I'll sit here, ok? I asked, pulling my legs more comfortably. - I'm tired.

The guys nodded and went to the store. After sitting a bit, I began to look around for gum or water - my throat was dry. Opened the glove box.

Over the papers and cards in the glove compartment lay crumpled panties. Graceful white girlish panties in a yellow flower.

I hurriedly put them in my purse and thought. When we returned to the room, Anya was watching TV as if nothing had happened.

- How botsad, like? - I asked.

- Yes, great.

- What was there?

- Well, mom - flowers, bushes, grass. Handsomely. Why?

- No, nothing.

I was silent.

“Will you go anywhere with the boys?”

“Yes, they invite you to the waterfall tomorrow,” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen.

- OK, very well.

And I quietly transferred the panties from the bag to the bag in dirty underwear.