White bath slates, a telephone and a short red dress on thin straps are all that was on her from things. Lera walked along the side of an asphalt road towards the highway that leads to the city. Her every step lifted the edge of the tight-fitting dress up the thigh right up to the priests, exposing the bottom of her bare buttocks and, of course, pussy ...

“Here is a fool! How was it possible to confuse and grab the rag of this dwarf whore ?! Why did I even come to this wilderness? Bath, bath ... *** nya. You goat, Fedya! She wailed, pulling the dress down. - Well, where is this track, where are the people ?! It's been an hour already, not a soul, maybe I'm not going there at all, there is no connection, I want to drink and still have this fucking dress, fucking ... Fedya, you're a freak, and your friends are freaks ... "
In the course of the movement, she scolded, laughed, sang songs, took pictures of bare-breasted signs, with a raised dress and even cancer in the middle of the road - in general, entertained herself as best she could, and slowly got to the track.
“Well, where now, to the right, to the left? Come on ***, Fedya! - she laughed and decided so, - in which direction the first car will drive, and I will go there ... "

“Class, Lerochka, you stand, a white-skinned birch in the forest, like a road prostitute, where you don’t know where to go, where you live, too, but proud — **** ec, even in the morgue for dancing. In general, Lera, you ... “The sound of something moving somewhere delighted her. “Aha, on the right, whoa, Lera will go to the left !!” The sound approached very quickly, and she turned in his direction. From behind the forest, about three hundred meters the headlight flashed, and, not letting it figure out, with a roar and a yelp, like a rocket, a motorcycle passed by.
"Oh, no *** se speed! - She turned after flying and saw a bright red flash of the brake light. The motorcycle almost stopped and began to turn around. - Well, this is not enough. Or maybe... ". Slowly driving past, the bike turned around and rolled toward her.
"Come on, macho, ask how much I take."

The sport bike is blue, the helmet with blackened glass, a protective suit, gloves and boots - that's all she could see when the motorcyclist looked her up and down and nodded her head, inviting him to sit on the bike. Lera shook her head inquiringly and received a gesture in response, showing time, and again inviting a nod ...
Why, what at that moment moved her leg, which stood on the footboard, she did not know, and without worrying that she was in a short dress and no panties, Lera threw her leg over the motorcycle and sat on her booty on the small seat. The dress moved off her spread legs, buttocks and genital lips touched the skin, and the smooth pubis leaned against the suit. The motorcyclist looked where her legs were and extended his hand.
- What? - Lera shouted loudly, trying to shout down a working engine.

“Telephone,” the driver indicated with a hand gesture. She put the phone in his hand and began to look for what to hold on to. The driver's hands in gloves checked how she was sitting, and patted themselves on the sides. She gently put her hands, which he immediately, taking his wrists, tightened his stomach. Now Lera touched the stranger not only with the inside of her legs and the crotch, but also with pressed chest and her sensitive nipples.

They started off and rushed off, Lera pressed closer to the back of the driver and hid her head from the wind. With closed eyes, she only heard and felt the speed. Especially when it lowered the bike, then abruptly began to recruit it again. Inside Lera, everything was rolling back and forth, thus exciting her, fidgeting with her booty, hips, nipples and sponges. How many kilometers they traveled, Lera could not tell, but in time for 7 minutes, not more. And here they are already at the entrance to the city.

I almost got to the first stop, and she, covering her ass with a dress, was trying to get off the motorcycle, so that people standing at a bus stop ten meters away could not see that she was without panties.She somehow got off and stood next to the buzzing motorcycle on which the man who had rescued her was sitting, and she had not even seen his face. While he was digging into his purse on his belt, trying to find her phone, she noticed a wet mark on the seat, which left her excited slit, and blushed. A hand held out her phone with a pressed 1000 ruble note, Lera shook her head, trying to refuse the money, but she was shown a threatening fist.
- Thank you very much!

The Savior extended a hand to her, palm up instead of an answer, she understood and slapped her hand. He showed a thumb up and, scrolling the throttle on the steering wheel, scaring the sound of people a couple of times, darted off.
Lera stood aside and unlocked the phone. Eight missed from Fedor and several from his sister and her husband ...
- Paaaashli in the ass, Adams family ... - and pressed the call to my mother.

"To know what your name is, my knight," she squeezed a bill in her hand, gratefully wishing a good stranger.
- Girl, give you a lift? Girl! - She turned around and saw a foreign car on the other side of the road, from which a man of about fifty was looking out. - Girl, yes, you, in a red T-shirt, hee-hee, sit down, take with the wind!
- This dress. And I do not need to drive anywhere, thank you.
- How not to? And why are you standing at the bus stop?
- Well, the fact that I'm standing at the bus stop does not mean that I need to be carried. This means that I need to go, but it does not concern you in any way. Thank.

- Listen, pachimu so angry, aah? - spoke from the next seat is another, which was not visible. - Sit down, eat barbeque to eat, drink wine, you'll be good!
“They were riveted, idiots,” Lera said to herself and answered:
- Thank you, I'm not going anywhere with you.
- Uh, so daring, get in the car, I say.

Lera went cold inside, and she was about to run, but, as before, in a moment of despair, she again heard the sound of a motorcycle. Farah again flashed on the right, and after a second her knight stood opposite her and nodded habitually, inviting him to sit down to him. Lera did not hesitate to jump on the motorcycle and for joy forgot about the dress, so everyone saw her bare ass, and those sticking out of a foreign car were more lucky - they saw her smooth pussy.
Motorcycle pulled away from the open mouths of onlookers and suitor ...

She clung strongly to the person who had already become close during the half hour of her acquaintance, she was covered with a wave of tenderness and affection. They did not go fast and turned off the main road. This time Lera was able to turn her head and look at the terrain. Having passed through a strip of forest, they entered the territory with several high-rise buildings and a large park area with children's slides, benches and gazebos. We drove to one of the houses and descended into the underground garage. Slowly driving past the parking spaces and cars, they turned to an empty spot, illuminating the wall with a headlamp. The engine stopped, the headlight went out, and it became a signal that it was time to get off.
While Lera tossed over her leg to get off, there was a filmstrip in her head with pictures of what could happen next, who was he ... And what if he was black? ... Thoughts were hit by a bare foot that stepped on something spicy.

“Sss! Ay, it hurts like that! - and immediately laughed. “I lost slippers, a sheep,” and leaned over to see what had come. - Oh, earring, or what? - lifted her and joyfully screamed. - Yes, surely, earring! - she completely forgot to fix the dress, which had turned up again. “I found the earring,” she turned to her unfamiliar friend and froze ... “Finally, I will see him ...” He removed the helmet from his head, but his face, head and neck were hidden by a white ski mask with a slit for the eyes .
- Hello, - said Lera.

- Well, hello, beauty, - they answered her, removing the mask, in a female voice ... Leroux was watched by a blonde, pretty, not made up, large eyelashes, plump lips and smooth clean skin. “I didn't expect it,” she smiled, “I thought I was a guy.”
- Uh ... I ...
- Vidocq you, of course, super. I'm Oksana.
Yes, Lera was exactly super: the reddened cheeks, the chest pressed by the dress under which her nipples were sticking out, the lower part of the dress to the left leant up to the thigh, obliquely covering her pubis; bare legs, white bath slippers - and all this was decorated with hair torn by the wind ....

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