And then ... Listen, Len, I still feel jaundice. I was popping at the very moment when we chatted with him, and I understood that the boy wants me. But what happened to me when I realized that I wanted him too! ... You know, probably, there would be no power in the world that could make you backtrack. In a word, we quickly understood what exactly we were expecting from each other, and I invited the dear young man to me. Without any preliminary cafes and other nonsense. And he came. I met him, dressed quite simply: a light dress with a shuttlecock and spaghetti straps, though not particularly short. A pleasant color like that - either dark blue or light blue. Of course, I understand perfectly - any boy is much more interested in what is under the woman’s clothes than in what she is wearing ...

But not in the workout I take a lover! (“Lover.” I really wrote that, yes?) Then, I didn’t even rule out that he could rush to the dress in the hallway ... In general, I didn’t know where it all would start. But he surprised me a little. Not forgetting, first of all, to close the door behind him, he took a step towards me, thumped on his knees, took my left hand in his hands and pressed it to his face. Listen, he kissed her for five minutes! I didn’t miss a single phalanx of all fingers, gently sucked in their mouths one by one, walked on both sides of the palm ... I stood, afraid to move, it was indescribable. You ask - and what's so special? Maybe nothing, but how erotic it is! When he started kissing my wrist from the inside, I started to flow ... ”

“No, not that way ... Just unfasten the straps,” said Olga, squatting down.

Tim held his dress with trembling hands. Olga felt his trembling and understood that she, too, was shaking. The clothes began to slide down the body, Olga straightened up and remained in front of the boy in the same lingerie - a bright blue lace set. And in stockings - those who have already become the talk of the town. Tim froze with delight, he even caught his breath - what a sight for a teenager! Not giving him time to recover, Olga took his hand, pulled him to the bed and, standing at the edge of the bed, began to unbutton his shirt. The guy spread his arms, crouched, helping her ... And, unable to restrain himself, impulsively embraced her knees, pressed his face to her hips, began to kiss them through thin nylon. Then he rose higher, to the strips of delicate skin between the stockings and the bottom edge of the panties. Olga stroked his head and shoulders, as if encouraging these caresses. She understood that this was not even the beginning, they had a wonderful adventure ahead, and this made her heart ache.

Having relieved Tim from the trousers, Olga with pleasure, understandable only to the woman, discovered a tight erection that the underpants could not hide ... and left the boy in two counts without them. He didn’t even get lost, he shook his hands ridiculously, trying to hide behind himself, although he understood, probably, that it looked awfully stupid.

“Come here,” she called, climbing up on a sheet in blue shades, painted with shells of sea waves, boats and islands with palm trees.

Tim obeyed. Olga looked at his body - not to say that athletic or lean, but far from loose - she liked such knit forms.She drew attention to his legs - not thin, but slender, like a girl and, to top the comparison, not covered with hair. She liked that too. Closer to each other and kneeling, Olga and Tim began to kiss their tongues, gasping and moaning slightly. Their palms hung greedily over the skin of their bodies, which were closely pressed together, exchanging sexual fluids. Both understood that they were doing something slightly beyond the generally accepted morality, and this added sharpness and sweet horror to sensations.

Tim reached for the bra clasp, but Olga pulled his hands away:

- You're in a hurry.

Tim began to be active and tried to lay Tochilova on his back, but she did not give in, straightened up and said:

- It's not your turn. And you want me to be in charge here, right?

After that, quite easily she laid the boy on his back. He especially did not resist, only with wide-open eyes looked eagerly at the teacher: the lad still could not believe that this had happened to him in reality. Olga looked at the body of her young partner with no less lust, and only asked herself the rhetorical question: how could such a thing happen to her at all? She lay on him, feeling like a hard member rests on her stomach, whispered: "please do not lie and do nothing", then lifted herself, spread Tim's legs and sat on his right thigh, tightly pressed by the crotch, still hidden under her panties , to smooth skin. Then she leaned forward slightly, put her hand on Tim's shoulder, the other on the pillow, clasped the boy's thigh with her hips as tightly as she could, and began to make slow, rhythmic movements, like a schoolgirl girl who pressed her pillow to her life orgasm.

If Tim could have any objections to this method, he was not so stupid as to protest. Still would! On it now sat a half-naked woman with whom he was passionately in love, and she moved so sexy that only from this one spectacle can be finished. Olga accelerated the pace, squeezing Tim's thigh even tighter, he was even surprised to feel such a force. His member now and then hit the head on the belly of Olga. Excitement grew with every minute. And when Tochilova began to moan, feeling the approaching peak of pleasure, Tim began to "demolish the roof." He even fidgeted a little, because his orgasm was also somewhere very close, but Olga, even if she was almost ecstatic, quickly stopped any attempts to get ahead of events. She grabbed his hands, pressed them to his chest and lay back a little. Now the boy's dick was hanging in the air, not touching her body, but Olga got off the rhythm slightly. However, nothing terrible happened - by this she only pushed the arrival of her orgasm for about half a minute. And he covered - powerful, like an explosion, bright as the sun, sweet, like chocolate ... Olga stopped, exhaled the air, then moved down, touched the tense penis with her stomach, pressed and moved along it back and forth, about the same a pace that swayed on the boy's hip a few seconds ago. And almost immediately I heard Tim's loud sigh and felt how his dick pulsed, twitched; hot jet of sperm nicely spread over the skin ...

A few seconds later, when they were lying next to each other, and Olga's left hand was turning over Tim's hair, whose head rested on her chest, the woman said:

- I know what I do. If I had taken your cock into myself, you would have finished in less than half a minute, without really understanding anything. Yes, and I would not understand anything either.

“You’re probably right,” said Tim, after a pause.

Olga wanted to say that it was foolish to call her to “you” after what happened between them, but decided to keep silent. With her fingers of her right hand she ran her stomach, collecting sperm from her skin, then licked her fingers. Tim should see this, she thought. We assume that this is also a kind of lesson.

- Did you have about the same thing with Inna? - Olga asked.

- Not that the same ...But if you are about this, then yes. She did not allow me ... to penetrate.

“But she helped you finish, right?”

- Well yes.

- by hand?

“Why are you asking about this?”

- In order not to repeat the mistakes of others, baby. I think now there was no error. Did you like it? ... M?

“Yes,” said Tim. After a pause, he added. - I liked that ...