with food. More recently, he was preparing for a long and florid courtship, not knowing how to deal with such a woman like Olga. And now, when it turned out that he would not have to go through all these difficult and painful stages on the way to her panties, he was impatient to quickly taste the previously unknown and desired fruit.

Seeing all this, Olga decided to increase his appetite even more. Seizing the moment when the boy stared intently at his plate, she unnoticeably pulled off her lace panties from her hips and dropped them to her legs. Then, stretching her leg forward, she touched his knee under the table with the toe of her shoes. Illya immediately raised almost frightened eyes to her. Olga wanted to play a trick on him, but she restrained herself. Still, even more embarrassing unattached boy would be too. It was time to stir up his desire in him, but not to scare him with sarcasm.

- Take it, baby, this is a small advance for you, - Olga nodded in the direction where her leg touched his knee.

Ilya lowered his eyes under the table. On the sharp sock of black patent-leather shoes hung translucent panties! He timidly stretched out his hand and carefully, as if afraid to touch, pulled them from her legs. He had in his hand now what a few seconds ago had absorbed the smell of that beautiful woman who was sitting opposite. From the stench he did not utter a word.

“I suggest asking for an account and go to work,” said Olga, smiling softly at him, “my pis'a was a little wet, and soon you will have to work with a tongue.” Are you ready?

- Of course! - Ilya responded almost in a whisper, not looking for a waiter’s call button on the table.

Barely glancing at the bill, he put several bills into the folder and handed them to the waiter.

“There is no need for surrender,” he said quickly, rising from the table.

- Do not hurry so ... - Olga smiled when the waiter left, - we will have time to be alone. By the way, where are we going?

- That is? ... - as if Ilya did not understand the simple question. It was obvious that he had confused him. On this account he had no plan. The guy didn’t count too much on such a quick success and didn’t think of a further scene.

- Well, you wanted to have sex with me? Are you planning to do it on the street? Or do you still have a place for this?

- To be honest, I ... I did not expect that we are today ... You know, I live with my parents ... - suddenly his eyes lit up with joyful hope, - but they are not at home today! I'll call you, clarify!

He fussed, reached into his pocket for the phone. Olga was not at all smiling at the prospect of being caught by a deputy couple for a very exciting job with their son.

- Ilya, you do not need to call anywhere. Such things should take care in advance.

He blushed deeply once more during the evening and lowered his eyes, mechanically fingering the lace of her panties.

- Excuse me...

Olga suddenly unbearably wanted to fuck him. This boy was so different from her yesterday's bed partners! He was humble, shy to the limit, and at the same time so malleable. She had no doubt that this young man would do everything for her pleasure. Olga promised herself not to mock him again, not to tease and not to shame an already extremely embarrassed boy. Now she simply could not wait to corrupt him, to allow him to reach any most intimate corners of her body, to make a relaxed man out of a boy in one night full of pleasant moments, to become an excellent conductor for him on his way into the world of extremely relaxed sensual pleasures.

She got up from the table and just said.

“Okay, don't worry.” I have a place to continue our acquaintance.

In her purse were the keys to the apartment, where they met with Alexei.This afternoon there should have been a maid who regularly cleaned, but now their nest of depravity was empty, and nothing prevented Olga from bringing a new acquaintance there. However, when they were already getting into a taxi, she was visited by an unexpected and extremely exciting idea. There were many doubts, but Olga coped with them in just a few seconds. And when the driver asked where to go, she gave her home address with a pleasant shiver in her heart ...

***

Olga pressed the call button. Ilya looked at her questioningly.

- Is there someone there? He asked cautiously.

Olga smiled and took his hand.

- Do not worry. Just don't pay attention to anything. Believe me, nobody will hurt us ..

The next instant, the door of the apartment opened, and Olga realized that there was no longer any possibility of reversing anything backwards.

- Dear, we have guests! - smiling cheerfully, she said to her husband standing on the threshold. Each word was given to her with incredible difficulty. The whole body was beating from within with a massive tremor of fear of the unknown and at the same time determined, fairly heated by a strong desire. However, Olga, marveling at herself, rather well coped with anxiety and looked quite confident.

Spouse retreated a couple of steps into the hallway. Olga was the first to enter the apartment, pulling the completely taken aback guy behind her.

- Ilya, meet me, this is Andrew, my husband. And this is Ilya.

Both men were so stunned, each with his own, that they only silently shook hands. The first silence broke Andrew:

- Good evening ... Are you ... Olgin a massage therapist? ..

The appearance of an unexpected visitor caught him off guard, and other assumptions simply did not occur to him. Moreover, less than two hours ago, Olga said that she was leaving to meet with a massage therapist, and Andrei was used to trusting her spouse in almost any matter and at all levels.

Ilya did not have time to figure out anything, and Olga loudly laughed loudly, resolutely striding behind their backs:

- Haha! You can call it that, Andrew! It was decided that it would be more convenient at home ... - she answered ambiguously, saving Ilya from the need to invent something that was blurred and at the same time plunging her husband into even greater confusion, without giving him any definite answer.

Both of them still silently turned to her. Standing back to them, Olga bent down to unfasten the straps of shoes. Short tight dress zadrodilos to the middle of the buttocks. Just below, large brown petals of the lips were perfectly visible. Andrei and Ilya stared at this picture, then automatically exchanged views. Both blushed deeply, but the reasons for this were completely different. Andrei could not believe that his wife, who had just recently left the house in lingerie, had already returned without panties and now easily demonstrated this with an outside young guy. Ilya, in his pocket with the same panties, also seriously doubted the reality of what was happening.

Olga, meanwhile, straightened up and turned to her husband.

- You do not mind, dear, if I and I will take our bed with you? - with a nice innocent smile she turned to him.

- Do not mind, probably ... - muttered spouse, - but I do not quite understand why you ...

- So that's great! - Olga interrupted him, - Ilya, take off your shoes and come here. Just take my purse with you. I will shower and come to you.

She pointed to the door. The boy quickly pulled off his sneakers and almost ran into the bedroom to quickly get out of this extremely awkward situation. Andrew stood in the hallway, as paralyzed. Olga promptly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Husband as if in a fog went into the room and sat on the sofa. A mad whirl of incoherent thoughts spun in his head. Is this kid really a massage therapist? No, too young! Then who is he? And why is Olya without panties? When and where did she manage to get rid of them? Is everything really the way he dreamed in the erotic fantasies of recent months? His wife, with whom they have lived together for so many years, is now going to change him in their matrimonial bedroom with this pretty teenager ?! From the flurry of emotions, Andrew could not move ...

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