"I feel, I always, everything - I feel" ...

hf "Gentlemen of Fortune."

Incident.

Constantly, as long as I can remember, I felt when they looked at me. It always has been. Over time, I learned to determine not only the direction from where they look at me, but even the distance. The feeling about how they look: they admire or strip their eyes, imagining me naked, appeared even earlier.

I always wondered how the one who looks is feeling. Doesn’t he feel or understand anything that his lustful eyes are open and his desires lie on the surface? Over time, you get used to everything, so I got used to such peepers. Although sometimes it would be desirable to come up and weigh the slap in the face to such a spy. But sometimes when I liked the person, there was a desire to encourage the visitor. Come to caress, perhaps even respond with something similar. When was the opportunity I did it.

And now, I stood in the bathroom under a stream of water and gel my body with gel. Not to say that for me this surprise was admiringly admiring. Rather surprised the place where he came from. And they looked at me because of a loosely closed door. Recognition appeared immediately. I knew who was looking at me like that. Automatically she moved her legs and raised her hand, covering her slightly hanging breasts with instantly swollen nipples. The fact is that we have “opened a hostel” ... I call these cases when someone else stays in an apartment. An outsider was a friend of his son and appeared here as a witness at his wedding. The wedding itself is tomorrow. The son spends the night with his future wife in his apartment, which he rented, but his friend, who came to the wedding, stayed overnight with us.

The time was two in the morning. After twelve, I laid him in my son's room. The husband also went bainki, and I, as if restless, continued to finish all the impatient business of preparing for the wedding. It is only from the outside, it seems that everything is ready, and wherever you look everywhere tails that require my participation. Picking up the last of the obvious "tails" and deciding what was enough for today, I went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat before going to bed. Due to the habit that had already taken shape, the son lived in the city in a hostel, I forgot to close on the latch. And now I felt the look. Same what all day caught on itself from Alexey. Delighted look of a friend of my son, who hid in the darkness of the corridor, watching me through the gap.

Even in the morning, when he came to us, I felt this gazing and desiring look on me. He was not the eyes of a lustful male, but still ... The difference in age and the fact that he was the best friend of Olezhka were somewhat unnerving. All day I have been catching a passionate gaze that was so exciting and flattering my vanity. I even caught myself thinking that, under other circumstances, I would not mind having a chance to go snagging with him for a couple of hours in a matrimonial bed or anywhere else. But...

- Oh, it is - but! - I thought - a prominent guy and such! “I don’t consider myself an old woman to fall for me, - my friend’s mother ... Yes, he’s good for me as a sons,” I calmed myself with duty phrases ... Although my heart beat like mad.

And now such nonsense ... He stands in the corridor, eagerly catching my every movement, and examines me naked, washing in the bathroom under the shower. In theory, I need to pull him up and shame him, but I was excited by his curiosity, and his desire to just look and admire. Of course, he had an element of lust, but as an impossible dream, and no more ... This does not happen often. Usually looking at me wants the most primitive - sex and only sex. The heavy bawdy look uneasily strips, but also smears the soul with its dark thoughts, but now it was different.His gaze gave birth to a long-forgotten feeling in me to be desired and the only one that they worship and worship. Of course, I love my husband, and we have lived together for almost twenty years ... But ... He stopped looking at me like that for a long time. And again I felt young and full of strength and ambition, and if he now opened the door and entered the bathroom, I don’t even know how I would act ... Suddenly my eyes disappeared, went out, dissolved in the darkness ... And I rather felt Than heard how there was a languid sigh behind the door and quiet steps returned to the room.

After collecting the water drops with my hands and wiping myself dry with a towel, I got out of the bath. Dirty robe, in which I spent the whole day, did not want to wear. Yes, and nightgown remained in the room under the pillow, and clean panties and remained lying in the closet, as I recently went to bed without them. Having read in one smart book that without clothes with rubber bands, the body rests better at night, and it sleeps better. Therefore, without further ado, she simply wrapped a towel around herself in the manner of a toga and went out into the corridor. Having quietly stood near the room of the son, struggling with the desire to go in and ... quickly went into the bedroom.

Wearing a shirt, lay down next to her husband, and huddled to his side, closed her eyes. But the excitement and desire to feel this look even once - did not allow to fall asleep. Turning around for about fifteen minutes, she quietly got up and, without putting on her slippers, so that they wouldn’t be aroused by everyone’s rush to the kitchen, where a bottle of cognac was hidden.

Without turning on the light, she gropedly took out a glass, a bottle, and poured herself a drink. Even then I heard some strange sounds, but did not pay attention to them. Having gone through the glass and removing the traces of the crime, she went back.

On the threshold of the bedroom the sounds became louder and they came from the room of the son. After standing a little and not understanding their source, she tiptoed to the side of the sound. The bedroom door was ajar. Light falling from the window was enough to see what was happening in the room.

Alexey, throwing the blanket aside, lay on his back. His panties darkened, somewhere in the region of his knees, and his hands caressed a very large, sticking up and banded member with a banana. Here he slowly, somehow even calmly moved his arm, clasped the risen body, down. And then the thin skin that covered the head shifted, exposing a huge glittering head even in the dark. She even bent slightly, flattened, pulled down and strung bridle. This organ, attractive to any woman, in the twilight filling the room, looked like a tall, young mushroom. A strong exhalation and a suppressed moan filled the room.

A drunk glass of brandy hit in the head, I ached between my legs, and felt like it flowed. Opening his mouth and constantly licking his suddenly dried lips, I watched as the guy energetically moved his hand around the barrel of a member with several fingers. He lay and masturbate. His fist moved vigorously up and down. The shifting peel and made that squishing sound that brought me here. Apparently, the head was drying out, and the action stopped bringing the expected pleasure ... And I saw how he, wetting his second hand with saliva, smeared the head with this self-made cream, stopping for a moment. It was evident how he shuddered at the same time. Then it all started again. Up and down, his hand slid along the tight trunk of an organ. His legs tightened. He began to moan softly, at times his lean buttocks lifted as if he was going to do a headstand and heels. After a few minutes of vigorous work with his hand, he breathed heavily, then wrapped his head in his second hand, clenched his fist ... A sharp exhalation, a crushed groan, and so he jerked frantically ending. I saw how a wave of voluptuousness ran through his stomach. Apparently, the sperm thrown out by him was stopped by a hand and collected in a fist.

I myself no longer able to watch this slightly bent, clenching my knees and rubbing my hips together. When he fell silent, breathing heavily and waiting for the twisting him, the body orgasm slowly and quietly stepped back into the darkness. As it turned out, not so quiet.I saw him turn slightly, peering through the gap. He seemed to see me ... although I did not feel the recognition. But before ...