I was 20 when I met Lena.
I sat at the bar and sipped on Pyatnitskaya for the fourth "Margarita", Trying to remember, but when I had the last time sex. He remembered not the most pleasant. Her husband, bed, matrimonial duties. That obligation, not sex. But alcohol gradually improved my mood. With every breath of the people around were becoming friendlier, all of life's problems are minor, and around the world easy and fun.
- Another one "Margaret" the girl out of the table, - broke my reflections "on the topic of" waiter.
I looked in the direction he pointed, and came up with the idea that I've had enough for today alcohol. For corner table sat a girl very similar to me, just a hair color she was red, not black like me. A gesture I invited her to his table. Slowly shaking his hips, she walked up to me.
- Lena - just imagine it.
- Dana - as I just said, and then added, - just not likely !!!
- Yes, it is strange and not normal - it covered the palm of my hand, manicured fingers slipped on the wrist, forearm, then took a black curl from my shoulder - you're beautiful, as I am, and here.
I felt excited. She just took me, as do the whores in bars with potential clients, only here in the role of whores appeared sleek dear girl, but as a customer I was.
- what "here"? - Alcohol roaring in my head, her fingers stroking my cheek, excited.
- "here is"? This m-uh .. how to say .. you know, - she abruptly pulled down her arm, - an account, please - defiantly shouted Lena waiter.
Her hand gently but firmly grabbed my breasts, my lips parted the language. Wild excitement burned underbelly, I flowed like Niagara. Her fingers skolznu under my dress, groped hard clit and gently tickled him. She started to pull off my panties, then raised them to his mouth and licked the rest of them my grease.
- Fool around?
- Mmmm - I tried to answer.
Foolish giggle, she hung my panties on the headrest of the front seat. In the rearview mirror flashed crazed taxi driver's eyes.
- Just a little more and it would end, not drove us home.
- The main thing that you have finished.
Other hand Lena fished my breasts from the bra and fingers squeezed the nipple. Her hot breath burned my neck. "God, I squeezed the girl in the backseat of a taxi. Shock. But I like it"- This idea struck me and has got even more. I put her hand on her neck, slid through her hair and pulled her head insistently to himself. She bit my lip. She started up as I am. Intermittent wheezing, impatient movement ...
His fingers pushed his lips and slid into my wet womb. I start to feel dizzy. Push even push. The thumb rubs against my clit, the other fingers inside me. She's trying to squeeze into a fist palm. The clitoris is beating in anticipation of an orgasm, she squeezes his fingers again, the teeth dig into my chest, push, and I groaned sheds orgasm on her hand.
- Good girl, umnichka, - she whispers in my ear.
Another five minutes and we got to her house.