There is nothing more exciting than a night Tel Aviv! Some umnik called it "a city without interruption." I have to call him "a city with a break for lunch." And indeed, from two to four, plus minus half an hour, life stops, shops closed, the hosts kafeshek, kovyryayas in the bow, behind the bored, and only tireless razvozchiki pitsy snuyut on a bike, trying to deliver all before the inevitable jams at rush hour. This afternoon ... A night life boils, with napyscheno very openly and very concentrated. Not as in Moscow - in ellitnyh clubs, where uninvited and feys-control do not get. In Tel Aviv all out outdoors, all vividly grotesque, and all ryadyshkom. Any institution offers all kinds of entertainment, with the most unexpected and exotic.
Therefore, our entire company surprised request, or rather a requirement of my husband to finish everything and move here in another nightclub. And here I was cheerfully. And still more surprised me that Dimka had ordered a taxi. Where is he met go ... .?
-- We go, go - I tried to defend.
-- You! ... You cowards without why? -- Shipel me in the ear Dima.
-- You what! I do not dress them and ... -- I tried to eye.
-- They you in the bag, damn! I checked! At! ... -- With these words he opened my handbag and my panties treacherous zabeleli at the bottom of a large office.
-- Marsh to the toilet and oden cowards! -- Dima simply sparkling eyes.
-- Do not oriented to me!
-- Come to the toilet and to present with cowards, pussy vonyuchaya! -- My husband was clearly vzbeshen.
He reinforced his claim that heavily szhal me shoulder, launched in the direction of the toilet and pushed legonko.
-- Yes, the favorite, you still pozhaleesh about it - I whispered.
I add cocktail, dissatisfied with the type of glass placed on a table and went to the toilet. I should have been a mirror. Podkrashivaya lipstick lip and looking at its reflection, I realized that his own fault that we go from this uyutnenkogo pub. But it all began in the same toilet ... (Russian Virtual davalki! - Good advice)
... some time ago ...
... I do not like going to rest a big company, we had three couples who cheerfully agreed to spend the night. We were relatively close, so we came with Dimkoy foot long searched for the remaining parking, a parked car god knows where, and joined us later. We immediately drink, and alcohol made their case. The mood we had fun and playful. We cheerfully gathered to dance and chat. Before dancing, I decided to go to the toilet just bring itself in order.
I always liked to seen reflected. Oh, how interesting childhood pranks in the mirror before I did, of course, when parents were not home. That's now my pleasure to razglyadyvala themselves. I do not usually Lifchik burden, my small elastic chest strongly does not require additional support. But under the clothes, which I chose today, I did brassiere vested. He compressed the chest in the sides and attached them seductive volume. Top breasts naduvshimisya two hemispheres boards bordered white cloth lifchika, issued in a frank notches dresses. Needless free dress folds descend to mid-thigh, and with every movement of my bounce off the legs and exposes the fire. At such events, I do not like to wear and panties, but today it was too short dress so that I attended miniature stringi, only underlines the natural beauty.
And here I stand in front of a mirror, razglyadyvayu otsenivayusche themselves, squirm rozhitsy itself, as all of a sudden it comes to the toilet. Nothing special about it was not: dressed in black maechku does not hide the abdomen, shoulders at the beautiful black tesemki sconce, black panties vidnelis notches above the very low jeans.
-- Hello, nice - suddenly said stranger, and the second was delayed for my back.
Hand with an expensive manicure came from behind, a girl poluobnyala me and gave me a hand chest. I looked at her reflection in the fingers and felt like my nipples are beginning buravit lifchika fabric. The girl took a step aside, held a hand on my thigh, was delayed at popke, hoist dress, once again stroked popku and ... . left me. She smiled me enigmatic smile, made a couple of steps back, as if away from me, deployed, came in the booth and closed a door. Holding his breath, I looked at her, unable to poshevelitsya. The door at the entrance to the toilet wide, whose poslyshalis something steps, and it brought me out of stupor. I turned to leave and confronted face to face with a young man. He uhmylnulsya, noting surprise on my face, I toured with legs up to the head, calmly went past me and went down in the same booth, which was already a girl in a black maechke. I instinctively popyatilas out, with poborolas door and exited in the spring passage. In passing nobody had heard only the music from the floor. Vlekomaya already quite another instinct, I came inside, in a tightly closed door and turned the valve. In a remarkable akkustike toilets were reinforced by the sounds of kisses, as in opera. In between aspirated guy illegible girl spoke in Hebrew, then kissed her again. On the floor dropped something of clothing. Female zastonala, then again, then stronger. What a blow several times on a wall booths. Zastonala girl again and I clearly heard squelch rhythmic sounds. It was no longer tolerate the forces. Zadran dress I clivus stringi with hips, delete below their knees and crossed through panties. My heels tsoknuli calls on ceramic floor, and I realized that surrender themselves. But it was impossible to stop, my hand already embarked on a familiar path to pleasure.
I lean popkoy to sink, embarked own, fingers razdvinula volosiki kiske at the start of iron and clitoris. Akkuratnenko, without pressure, until the clitoris still dry, I tip poshatyvala middle finger from side to side this skladochku sex between his lips, holding it along and poglazhivala, and then again poshatyvala. I was covering a wave of delight, forcing increase pressure on the clitoris. Ston cabins of all reinforced, the girl apparently did not hesitate my presence. Stonuschy sound and escaped from my lips and finger swelter plunged into the vagina. There were very wet. I hand zacherpnula its lubrication and razmazala on her perineum, the dense vegetation lobka get to the holes and anus. I again plunged a finger into the vagina and began to introduce and display it. Pleasant Hall languor bottom of my body, but there has been little finger. I added the second and third finger, and in tact with the rhythmic movements of the cabins themselves trahala your hands around the magnitude. Second, my iron hand chest, and I curse lifik, which could not get to the nipples. I have not notice anything around, in this world for me, nothing existed except vsepoglaschayuschego desire, at the bottom of the stomach muscle strain, spreads on the vagina, uterus dolbyaschego ... I opened their eyes, wishing to check what's happening in the cabin and saw that the guy is here and with genuine interest watching me. The door was raspahnuta in the booth, sat on the toilet lid girl, her jeans with panty lying on the floor. Her legs had been separated, smooth vybritaya kiska blestela droppings, and from the vagina thin struykoy flowing semen.
Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes I began to end, while shouting loudly and stonat I feel free. But the traffic stop and was above my forces. I serpentine, and grimasnichala writhe in agony excellent, my fingers feel cramps, a set of the uterus and vagina. Inside, inside ... , Deeper ... , Ah ... Have u have ... , Is stronger ... , Mmmm ... Yet ... , Let us ... , Mmmmm ... , As well ... , Aaaaaaa ... . aa ... Oh! I dernulas several times, vydohnula and frozen. Vydohnula and breathed again. He opened his eyes. Guy legonko laughed, walked up to me, kissed in the lips. I felt his hand on hip, on your wrist. He has removed my hand and started confidently iron me clitoris. But after my stormy orgasm invasion of other people's fingers was a bit unpleasant, and this guy felt. He kissed me again, then took me for brush podnes my hand to his mouth and to lick all over your fingers wet from my juice. Leaving me, he went out, podergal door is closed the valve, it clicked, opened the door and left.
I looked at the girl in the cabin. She smiled, razvdinula stronger legs, okunula finger in the semen, already abundantly arising from her bosom and a finger to lick all over. Okunuv it into the vagina once again to defer it extended a hand in my direction, as if calling on me to try and sperm her friend. I walked out of stupor, odernula dress, and said nothing, walked out of a toilet. Already in the gangway, I realized that bear in the hands of their panties. Zasunuv quickly in their handbag, I acceded to our company. During the regular portion of a cocktail they have not noticed my lack of ten. To do not come from the team, I drank a glass of bursts, snack vishenkoy, dressed in shpazhku, otkinulas back and looked comfortable sofas hall ... .
My new friends from the toilet was nowhere in sight, my husband told zaezzhenny gone a long anecdote, our friends listened sad. And then I made a mistake!
I was obviously bored, and I went to the dance zone. It was just the end of the dance, I dernulas several times, face turned to our table, all draft-pomanila hand, even cried, that they joined. Creek nobody heard my - music was loud, and my gestures also gone unheeded. In this time of song and changed tune up something rhythmic and quite fast. Dance was a little bit, and they did not pass the pace, razbrelis for tables. To one side, very close to me, was a small scene with a brilliant sixth from floor to ceiling. I rose to this scene, began to dance, then grabbed ัะตัั hand, and has deviated provertelas around. At this point I noticed DJ and included aimed floodlights. I instantly turned all eyes, including our company.
-- Yeah, finally being noticed! -- So I thought zloradstvom. -- Now I will show you where crayfish something winter ... . .
I started dancing frankly erotichny dance, thigh heavily Fork arm in the style of Shakira. Not razdevayas, of course, but it was not necessary. On the stage, I was seated above all, my light off from each movement dress is not masked the lack of panty. All excellent noticed fire and my legs, and elastic popku, and the triangle of hair at lobke contrasting with a little more than a white triangle, which remains under nezagorelym swimwear. And not something that I strongly hooligans, just danced their erotic fantasy, and I do not dress zadirala, it simply porhalo itself from my movements. Her husband, it's true, then reproached me that I almost can not dish all by a pussy zalezla. But it is not so! We see no-shows again is not visible, is now in sight - this was my game, my dance. It is gratifying to have been located in the center of attention. When the music ended and I soshla from the scene, I applaud all the pub and all, without exception and without sexual distinction, provozhali look me to my table.
