- I massaged Olin clit through thongs. At any moment someone could pass by.

She looked at me with a blurred look.

- I want to be fucked, I want to suck dick, I want to lick me ...

“Did you like sitting on my face?”

- Yeah ...

- Go on, - I increased the pressure on the bead. The second hand penetrated under the cloak from above and squeezed a large chest.

- I want to dress dirty, I want to swallow sperm ... Ahhhh ... I want anal!

- Oh, you bitch ...

- I want to be a bitch!

I passionately kissed Olya on the lips, but soon, she interrupted him, having pulled herself from me with her whole body.

The girl was breathing heavily and brought her legs together, defiantly looking into my eyes. Then, she ran her hands under her cloak, stood up a little and pulled off her black thongs, elegantly raising her legs. And twisting them in his hands, boldly threw me. A strip of velvet black fabric was richly soaked with its grease. Without thinking, I brought them to his face and began to lick Olya selection. Yes, she became a bitch. For a girl, it became a red flag. Not caring about what they could see, Olya threw her leg over me and sat down on top. Her cloak ripped up and did not cover anything. Her tongue was in my mouth, and in a hurry they tried to unbutton the jeans button.

But this was not to be. For our business, we did not notice, as the sky is overcast. And if we didn’t care about the fine drizzle, we couldn’t ignore the downpour that had begun so out of time.

Jumping up, we rushed to the nearest shelter. It turned out to be a small cafe. Just entering inside, I noticed how sexually lay down Olin's wet raincoat. In addition, her panties were still in my hand, and I quickly hid them in my pocket. The girl did not seem to care at all that she was left without one part of the already meager wardrobe. She famously climbed onto a high bar stool, and sat with her legs crossed. Even the garters of her stockings on her bare thigh were perfectly visible. There were almost no people besides us, so no one paid any attention to the wet couple. Taking a glass of cappuccino, I sat down beside him.

“So this is revenge.”

- Why do you think so?

- It looks like this. You continue to meet with those whom you do not love, who hurt you, while going away.

Olya thought.

- Maybe it is. You know, I really want a lot of things he can't give me. But not with anyone.

- Glad to hear that. Is this a game?

- A game? - Olya licked her lips. - Let it be so. I really want to play with him. And with you.

The girl leaned toward me and spoke more quietly.

- Do you like me?

- Madly.

- Do you like all these vulgarities that we create?

- Highly.

- My head is spinning from all this. I want to open up like a girl, to know myself. And the idea that my "boyfriend" does not even suspect what I am capable of exciting me. We have no future with him.

- Have you thought about this before?

- Yes, and more than once. He does not want anything new in sex, but it’s not even worth thinking about what to wear with him in sexy lingerie. You know, even a rubber phallus is in me more often than him.

I even felt a little awkward from such a frank conversation.

- Bliiiin! - Suddenly said Olya. “Why didn't you tell me that I look like a panda !?”

Her makeup really smeared in the rain, but it looked sexy. She jumped up from the chair and ran to direct the marafet into the ladies' room. After sitting for another minute, I set the coffee and followed.

The toilet was one shared. Behind the shells hung a large mirror in the entire wall, in front of which Olga was spinning. I came back and hugged her.

- Kapets, everything was blurred.

- You look great.

- Yeah of course.

I kissed her neck, snuggling tightly behind her. Member responded to a touch of elastic ass. Hands squeezed her chest and unbuttoned the buttons of his cloak.

- Hey, what are you doing?

Without answering anything, I completed what I started and threw open my cloak. In the reflection of the mirror, Olya appeared in front of me in all her nude beauty.Large beautiful breasts in 3 sizes in thin bra lace, a belt at the waist with garters for fucking stockings on rounded feminine thighs, for which you can sell your soul and a flat tummy that turns into shaven pubis. I stroked this treasure, tightly pressed to me and not giving the slightest chance to escape. The body was wet because of the soaked raincoat. Her left hand was squeezing her chest, and her right hand was going down the velvet skin. Past the navel, there, to the most intimate point. When I covered Olya’s crotch with the palm of my hand, she stopped resisting, and only occasionally frightenedly glanced at the door. Tearing off the fingers from her pussy, I brought them to her lips. It was not a question, but a dumb order. Olya greedily sucked them in her mouth, abundantly wetting with saliva, which after a few seconds was on her labia. Drooling mixed with fast-appearing vaginal lubricant. A quiet moan swept through the room. You can not make noise. The fingers of my left hand immediately appeared in the mouth of the girl, leaving her the opportunity only to moo.

We looked at our reflection in the mirror, under the squalling sound of her vagina.

“I want to give you something that you have never had,” I whispered in her ear. - I want you to wear naughty underwear, so that you think about sex.

My finger penetrated her pussy. At any moment someone could come.

- I want to fuck you, do you hear? I want you to go where he can not ...

My words acted like a drug. Olya swam.

- Look, look at us! I want to caress you with my tongue and lips, I want to cum in you and on you! I want to embody such fantasies, which are not spoken aloud ...

That was the last straw. Olya threw back her head, arched her back, ceasing to move her pelvis and sit down on her fingers. She stiffened like a string and finished, limping in my arms.

***

It was the most nervous trip in a taxi in our life. We cursed all the traffic lights on our way. Jumping out of the car without waiting for delivery, a bullet flew past the reception, were in our bed. Our, unfortunately, only for one night ...

There was no prelude. It was no longer up to them. I just put a dick in it and fucked it as best I could. Suppose I had finished in a minute, it was not important. After all, I did not even go out of it. I continued to fuck a girl filled with my sperm with a squish. And there was ahead all night, remembered to us by sex, lust and passion. We wanted everything at once. I eagerly licked her pussy and ass, which already several times in the evening took my dick, and Olya frantically sucked dick. Dried sperm was on her face and hair. She was not embarrassed, on the contrary, she proudly looked at herself in the mirror.

We did not sleep. We met dawn for talking, wine and cigarettes. It was painful for both of us to part, and for the second time I couldn’t miss it. But Olya did not give me her phone number. She told me to wait. Wait for her call. And soon, a few days later, I heard a familiar voice in the receiver:

- Hello...