to swallow it back, but I did not let it be done and smeared the cum on her lips with a member. All this time, she meekly looked into my eyes and put a sponge. To top it off, Olya once again captured the dick with her lips sucking the last juices.

She also jumped to her feet and, wiping herself on a napkin with my phone number, she whispered:

- Still do not believe that I will come?

- I'll wait...

- Yes, and I want this and this. - She pointed to several things in the general heap. On closer examination, it turned out to be a set of black lace lingerie (and when did she manage to grab it?). - Bring it with you. - The last she spoke already taking off from the booth.

Along the way, she slowed down at another storefront.

- Hmm ... and here it is. - She put in my hands a set of black stockings in a large mesh with a belt.

Everything was in such a hurry that I did not have time to react. At the ticket office, Olya looked at me once more, and smacked her cheek and whispered: “See you later ...”, fluttered out of the store. I did not even have time to say that a drop of my sperm remained on her lip ... Or did she know about it?

Looking from afar behind the entrance to the cinema, I watched as people began to leave the session. Including the lonely guy looking around. A skater girl ran up to the guy and began to say something quickly. She literally hung on his neck and kissed him on the lips. I walked relaxedly behind the embracing couple, with bags in my hands, and watched as his hand stroked her ass.

***

At night, I could not sleep, and all the time I was thinking about Ole. Looking at a set of luxury linen, bought for her, I imagined how it would look on her elegant body. All the next day passed in agonizing suspense.

And so, everything was ready. Same hotel, only more expensive room with two rooms. Leather sofa with chairs in one and a large bed in another. Here it is, our trahadrom for this night. I sat and looked at the linen on the bed: panties, bra, stockings with a belt ... Rather, rather! But the phone was silent. Fruits, wine, sweets ... Condoms and anal lubrication. I did not know what Olya wanted, and I was ready for anything. I was distracted from looking at the clock, I was only on nervous breaks. And again, look at the time again.

After half an hour the bell rang.

- Hi Sasha.

- Olya!

- Did you do everything?

- Yes!

- There?

- Yes.

- What number?

— 12.

- Ok, I'm already here.

Uhh ... I swallowed. Last minutes were the most painful.

I was ready to pounce on her as soon as the girl crossed the threshold. The click of the castle and here we are already passionately kissing in the corridor.

- Wait, wait! Let me get undressed. We have the whole evening and night, I will not run away from you, - she smiled.

She was wearing a light beige fitted raincoat to the middle of her hips, jeans and high-heeled shoes. We passed into the room.

- Wow, and you prepared!

- Still would.

- What is it? - She asked playfully, picking up the grease and the hands.

- It is useful today.

- Yeah? What a scoundrel, - she laughed.

I did not let me finish, and we fell on the sofa. Lips, neck ... I did not give the girl a chance to fight back.

- Stop, stop! You brought with you what I chose then.

- Of course, she is on the bed.

- I want to see!

Olya tumbled out from under me and ran to look.

- Wow ... how is it for you?

- It is beautiful ... I want to see on you.

Olga literally jumped for joy and, embracing me, whispered:

- Now you see ...

She disappeared into the bathroom, and waited again. Only now, the nervous wait has changed to anticipation. Tense penis in the pants burst out. There was a great temptation to unbutton my fly and relax. But no, you can not spend power. She is here and today I will fuck her ...

- Well, how? - Suddenly there was a voice from behind.

Olya stood in the doorway of the room, leaning on the joint. I sighed.

- Wow ... You're beautiful!

Black lace fabric on velvet skin, covered the graceful curves of a young female body. The bodice held the elastic chest, which, as I already knew, would not be moved downward when I took it off. Thongs erotically fitted the most cherished part of the body, and the belt at the waist held garters in stockings, reaching into a large mesh reaching the middle of the thighs. Her loose hair, combed back, fell to the shoulders and, together with the dark shadows around the eyes, complemented the image of the sexy witch.

Pleased with the effect produced, Olya defiled herself to the sofa and sat on my lap. The heaving chest was right in front of my face. In it, I drowned.

- Pour me wine.

- Already.

- Merci.

I held a glass with one hand and her ass with the other. Languages ​​intertwined with a wild dance. A tart, intoxicating smell of sex appeared in the air. My palm brazenly myala buttocks, increasingly stopping between them.

- Saaash ... I want to offer you something.

- What?

- Um ... I have one fantasy ... - I had all the attention. - I want to take a walk.

- Now?

- Yes. Like this. - She looked around her body. “I want this under my raincoat.”

I thought. Walk now did not want to.

- Well, please, you will not regret!

***

We walked towards a small park. Olin view could be called only in one word. Fucking Of course, a combat make-up, a rather short beige raincoat on the figure, with the top buttons undone, reaching a little to the middle of the hips, high-heeled shoes. In them he was almost the same height with me. To complete the image, slender legs, woven over with a large mesh stockings. On the sides of the cloak had small cuts so that the elastic bands of these very stockings were visible. But all this faded in the light of what I knew: except for the clothes under the raincoat, there was nothing on my girl. It excited both of us, and the idea of ​​a walk no longer seemed so boring to me. Rarely passers-by reacted differently. The men nervously and with interest held Olya’s gaze, while the women angrily turned him aside, looking menacingly at their husbands. Although there were exceptions ...

- I look like?

- Honestly?

- Yes.

- Like a bitch.

Olya smiled. We slowly walked along the alley. I held her waist, barely holding back the desire to lower my hand below.

- Where does this fantasy come from? - I asked.

- I guess I'm a spoiled girl. I have a lot of unfulfilled sexual desires. I'm tired of this.

- For example?

- Hey, easy, cowboy!

- I thought, after what was between us, to keep such secrets does not make sense.

- May be...

- I want to ask about your boyfriend.

— ?

- He cheated on you, but you are still with him. At the same time you go to the hotel to sleep with others. What does all of this mean? - I was very risky asking such questions.

Olga took a deep breath and lowered her eyes.

“You see, I don't think I love him.”

- Then why?

“I can't just break up with him.” We know each other from childhood.

We sat on a bench in the shade of the trees.

- Everything always went to this. You could say our parents are preparing us for the wedding.

“But this is your life.”

- Yes. Generally he is good. But...

- If there is any "but", then the previous words are not so important.

“I could never really open up with him.” At first I thought it would come with time. But this did not happen.

- Are you talking about sex?

- And not only. It is hard to live with a person with whom you can not share fantasies, to be what you want.

I moved closer and put my hand on her thigh.

“Tell me about your fantasies,” I whispered in her ear. My hands were already under the hem of my cloak and were rising ever higher. “I want you to be real with me.” Tell me how he fucks you?

- Boring, ohhh ... - my fingers touched her pussy through the fabric.

- Do you suck him?

- Nooo.

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