Riddles of the female soul. Part 5 – Erotic and sex stories for adults

The morning sun illuminated my face and I woke up. It was already 11 in the morning. He quickly jumped up and began to quietly clean up behind him – he brought and put the mattress in the room on the bed, then he dressed, and already decided, to leave, as he remembered the neighbors at night on the balcony of the sex championship. « It is interesting to look at the destruction », I thought and, returning to the balcony, looked there with a mirror. It was not removed there. The mattress is still on the floor, on the mattress, not covered by anything, Marina slept. She lay on her side, almost on her stomach, face down, apparently closing her eyes from the sun. In the room, it seems, no one was « well, yes, Lesha left, and Olya ran away at the sea », I realized. Then I lay down the mirror, and simply, leaning over the railing, looked at the balcony to Marina with an already naked eye.

She slept amazingly, almost in the pose of the embryo, bending her legs at her knees and well protruding the ass. In the corner of the balcony, I noticed a hill of some yellowish mass, in which I hardly recognized the condoms used. « how many are there, interesting? 10? 15?»I thought. But I didn’t have a chance to look for an answer – I suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock. Moreover, in the door lock of my number, 1106. « Damn, there is a spare key!»I remembered late.

Rushing and, not knowing what to do at the last minute I realized that you can climb onto the balcony to Marina. Without hesitation that this is the height of the 12th floor, that I am without insurance, that if Marina wakes up, it is not known what will happen, I climbed onto the railing, and then through the partition with a noise I jumped to the floor of a balcony of neighbors. I immediately pressed at the floor to the railing and fell silent, looking at Marina. There was no reaction. But on the balcony where I just was, the familiar voice of one of the maids sounded:

– And here is the second key, on the windowsill. How he ended up here, interesting? – Apparently I spoke with myself out loud, and then there were only the sounds of cleaning, coming from number 1106, in which the road was now ordered. Surely, vacationers will be settled in the room tomorrow and now not to get there.

I was sitting on the floor and thinking, looking at the non -protruding, naked Marina, who was lying next to me on the mattress. Then, reconciled with the inevitable, I decided to get out of at least from their number – I looked into the room, which really turned out to be empty. He looked towards the front door, and his heart was joyfully clogged – the door was locked, but the key to it was lying right on the floor – apparently leaving for the beach, Olya slipped it into the gap under the door so that Marina, waking up, could go out. I tipsy went to the front door, lifted the key from the floor and inserted it into the keyhole, already began to turn it and then froze. « what am I doing? Really I will leave like this?»flashed through my head, and thoughts returned to the naked sleeping beauty lying on the balcony in an alluring pose.

Looking at the balcony, I stood for several minutes, looking at Marina. She, apparently, after a stormy night, managed to take a shower, because in addition to the mountains of condoms in the corner, no one on her body pointed to the past orgy. I squatted down and admired her crotch, which was visible from this angle as in the palm of my hand. Her large sponges were slightly swollen, and slightly more pink than the skin nearby, and the ring of the anus was slightly ajar and the skin around it is also slightly pinker than usual. I got up and went around the lying Marina in front. She slept so tightly that even her breath was barely guessed. I crouched at her hands and admired the covered fluffy eyelashes, ajar with a mouth, noticed her tooth pearl shine through her lips. Then I looked at her chest. One breast was imprinted in the weight of her body in the mattress, but the second – completely accessible and invitingly clumsy, the papilla was completely relaxed. I carefully touched his finger, and she jerked noticeably, I immediately removed my hand and held my breath, but I did not follow the other movements of Marina, and I again touched the very edge, a halo of papilla. He was soft, suppressed and very tender to the touch. I ran a fingertip around the papilla, then slipped down my chest to the very base, ran under my chest, raised it a little on weight, let go and went up to my papilla. The breast did not react in any way, as well as Marina. I, afraid that she would wake up and see me right in front of her face, retreated again to the balcony door and sat there again, squatted and admired her intimate places.

But the caresses of the breasts did not pass without a trace either for me or for Marina. Between her lips it became noticeably moist, I held out my hand and carefully ran a finger over them. Marina’s body did not react in any way, but every second between the lips it became more moist and hotter. I took away my hand, brought my finger to my face, sniffed, licked. In my blood, the hormone was walking right away, and I decided on a desperate act. I, resting my hands on the mattress at the very butt of a sleeping woman, gradually began to move to Marina, closer and closer to her face to her labia. I stopped only when I rested the tip of her nose on the back of her thigh, right at the ass itself, 10 centimeters from her ass and vagina. Through the smell of soap and some cosmetic oils, I clearly felt this slightly sour and exciting consciousness smell, the smell of a woman. I swallowed saliva and wondered what to do. And Marina suddenly moved a little and pressed her legs even harder to her chest, even more opening her secrets to my gaze. Now I could see the space between her large lips, I could even guess where the entrance to the vagina was tormented by the question « if you enter a finger into it, it will wake up or not?».

And then, suddenly, my excitement was replaced by a feeling of shame. « what am I doing? The girl communicates so sincerely and gently with me, does not hesitate and does not disdain to caress me, and I, using her defenselessness, think about whether to fuck her with a finger or not?»And with these thoughts, I, trying not to bother her, very gently kissed her hip from behind, just under her ass. Then I also neatly pulled away, pushed the chair to her head and threw a sheet over him so that she threw a good shadow on Marina’s face, and the sun would not prevent her from sleeping. Then, on tiptoe, he returned to the room, from there to the hallway and looked into the bathroom.

To guess what it is lying, I did not have long for a long time on the floor-these black panties I have once seen on Marina, looking at her in the mirror through the balcony. I picked them up and straightened them. On the fabric, in the place where it adjacent to the crotch, there was a barely noticeable dragging whitish spot. I brought it to my face and felt the same aroma that emanated from Marina’s body, but noticeably concentrated, stronger, even more exciting. Literally buried my nose in panties, I made some deep breaths, filling the smell of a woman with each cell of my lungs. Then I gently folded panties, put it on the edge of the bathroom, turned off the light and this time quietly unlocked the door and went out into the corridor. Having locked the door, I slipped the key under the door, just as he was lying before. Walking along the corridor, I was filled with joyful thoughts: I managed to avoid exposure in the embezzlement of the key from number 1106, I managed to resist the temptation and not take advantage of the defenselessness of a woman in order to maintain friendly relations with her, I managed to enjoy her smell, which was still hovering in myconsciousness. The day began just fantastically!

Two days passed, in no noteworthy – we often saw Marina and Olya, bathed, danced and walked in the evening. Kolya, our local Don Juan, stopped all sorts of attempts to make acquaintance with my friends and even somehow respectfully looked at me furtively. The girls enjoyed the calmness of the rest and indulged in all his heart.

On the third day after Lesha’s departure, in the morning, we went to the boarding house, found a place for more free, the girls spread the litter, laid out things, threw off meager clothes and, remaining in swimsuits, ran into the water. I waited for this moment on the shore and when it came – I got to my feet, watching every step. And at first they entered the water along the ankle and went along the shore along the surf, as if getting used to the water, then, first Marina, and then Olya, went deeper, so the water covered their knees and with each step they slipped further through their legs.Higher and higher. I looked at it fascinated and even forgot what I’m waiting for. And the water, having reached and slightly covering their sparkles, made the girls stop. They stood, chilly pursing the pens to the chest, and talked about something quietly. At that moment I started my run. The girls heard my heavy steps in the back and began to turn around, but it was too late: I, like a cannon core, overcame the distance separating us, pushing my feet from wet sand, jumped high and crashed into the water in some centimeters from the girls, pouring itThey are just a snot of spray.

Leaving under the water with my head, I still heard their screams and laughter on the surface. Having made several rings to the side, I emerged and, smiling, turned in their direction-Olya, wet from head to toe, threatened me with her fist and screamed something, and Marina was not visible. I realized where she was only when someone’s hands under water suddenly grabbed me by the swimming trunks and with one sharp movement pulled them off me. I did not even have time to say anything, I only noticed the shadow under water, and after a few seconds Marina emerged into 1. 5 meters from me, laughed and, saying «!», suddenly tied my swimming trunks on her forearm and swam with a rabbit towards buoys. She swam excellently, and to catch up with her without fins I had no chance.

Standing on my chest in the water I stood and, looking at her in the wake, thought about how to be now. After some time, I felt the fluctuations of water, turned around and saw Olya, already swimming to me.

– Oh you, bastard! – she cried, laughing and, looking for both hands about my crown, began to try to immerse me under the water with her head. I, with pleasure, succumbed to her efforts and the next instant just collapsed under the water. But he did not stick up, but, with his legs with his legs, grabbed the girl’s waist with his hands and also pulled under the water. Her scream was clearly heard for me, but since I knew that she was swimming well and was generally afraid of water – he did not plunge her with his head, but then released her.Emerged, laughed, talked about what happened to my swimming trunks. Olya laughed and tried to console me:

– Do not worry – swims and give. Serves you right! This is that you don’t do that anymore!

– Well, excuse me …We always joke about the girls, ”I justified,“ I did not know that you would be so offended.

“And we are not offended,” Olya answered, “Marinka took your swimming trunks, and you will now learn to swim for it.

– Come on, of course, but of me a bad teacher is generally from me.

– And you just support me at the surface, and I will try to row my hands right, Marina showed me how.

I immediately led one hand to her stomach, on which she immediately lay down, her legs broke away from the bottom, and she laid her chest on my other hand, obviously substituted for her. I plunged around my neck, bending my legs slightly, and held Olya on outstretched arms. And in the meantime, she intensely raked her arms and legs in the style « Brace ». I turned slightly, creating the illusion for her that she was floating, but meanwhile my hands, tightly pressed to the girlish tummy and chest at once under her teenage breasts, did not leave me indifferent – my heart raised more often, and a member, in the absence of swimming trunks, not anythingThe restrained treacherously began to rise.

Olya, meanwhile, was so diligent in my arms that gradually my hand, supporting her by her tummy and enjoying the sensations of the muscles of her press, crawled to her pubis and at some point turned out to be pressed to a tangible convex, covered with thin tissue of a swimsuit. And then Olya reinforced my thoughts that it was not by chance, by the fact that she suddenly took my other hand with her hand, at her chest, and moved it a little forward, so that my second palm exactly covered her breast. After that, she earned her hands and legs even more actively, and I stood, neither alive, nor dead, and wondered if my heart would withstand so many surprises in 2 weeks or not.

Olya, having been swimming, gradually slowed down her movements and completely stopped, just lying in my arms, breathing deeply. And, after a few seconds, I felt under the water the touch of a delicate girl’s hand to my cock, who had long stood, directing the head for sure to her tummy. She touched his open hand, spent along its entire length from the bottom from the scrotum to the very top, touched the head, which made me startle, and immediately removed her hand. She asked a barely audible whisper, looking with naive eyes at the vacationers floating around us:

– I excited you so much?

– …Yeah …- I did not find what I answered yet.

– It’s nice. Do you want me? Well, like a woman …Want? – She suddenly asked a question from which I was ready to fall through the ground in embarrassment.

– I’m not ready yet …I don’t want a man …and you …She continued, without waiting for an answer from me. -I am just pleased, great to realize that someone is delighted with you and you want you and all that …

– I’m not …I am also not ready for this, Ol, – I answered in the same whisper. – Of course, if I need to insert it – I’ll probably insert it, but it’s much nicer for me to caress you, feel your body under your hands, feel how you get the hotter under your tummy, even feel your nipple through your swimsuit …- blushing, but, not embarrassed, I answered with frankness to her frankness.

– Yes? – Olya looked at me with interest and, suddenly, I felt a movement at my hand, clinging to her chest. I suddenly lost contact with the Olina’s body for a moment, and when he resumed – a naked olin puppy, hard as a pebble and not covered this time, rested in my palm.

Olya pushed her hands and legs very slowly, it was unlikely that it would help her to swim, so I continued to roll her in her arms around me, meanwhile I decided to excite the thumb of my right hand clinging to her pubis, and he lay down on the fabric of the swimming trunks between the swimming trunks.Her sponge. Olya sighed significantly, and continued her body movements, from which she squeezed her hips slightly, and then let go of my thumb, thereby stronger, then weakerly pressing it to her lips under the swimming trunks. Her breast with a hardened papilla, strongly pressed to her palm, barely significantly fucked, I even felt a little puppy pressed slightly inside the chest and rested against something there.

– God, how nice …- whispered Olya.

– Yeah …- I answered verbose.

We continued to circle for some more time. I noticed Marina, who was swimming towards us, but did not pay attention to this, because she had long covered her eyes, surrendering to her feelings. Marina, without saying a word, swam and looked at us with interest, then peered under the water and saw that Olya’s bra was lifted to her neck, and her chest lies in my hand. She glanced at Olina’s ass, thoughtfully watched the languid movements of her legs, and then went behind me. I felt with my back the touch of her breasts, traditionally exposed under water, and a second later on my naked and standing member like a tower, her hand lay down. She squeezed it at the base with two fingers into the ring and began to drive them on the surface of the barrel, as far as the skin of the penis allowed. She is very tender, and slowly, she masturbated me, not to mention the word. A minute later, she changed her grip and took my cock completely in her palm and continued the amplitude, but, already affecting the head, which I, without getting up for a minute, finished, starting to tremble with my whole body and pour out into the water. She, at the same time, was very tenderly pressed to me with her chest from behind, rotating with me.

Olya, resting on my hands, felt my convulsions – opened her eyes and without words realized what was happening. After a moment, she freed from my hands and stood to the bottom. The braspered the bra with a light movement, returning it to its place, covering her breasts, and suddenly pressed against my chest in front. I gradually came to my senses after orgasm and with pleasure understood that I was standing in the arms of two delightful girls who hugged me from behind and in front: Olya, putting my head on my chest, and Marina – without releasing my drooping member from my hand.

“Hold your property,” Marina said cheerfully when Olya pulled away from me, and I stirred and handed me my swimming trunks under water. I immediately put them on. – Everything, ashore, bask! – She ordered decisively and cheerfully and we, with the whole honest company, poured onto the beach. I plopped into a hot sand next to the litter of the girls, put my head on crossed hands in front of my face and immediately chopped off.

I probably slept for about an hour – opening my eyes, I saw Olya, who was lying on the litter and reading a book, absorbing the grapes, pinching the grapes one from a large clock. Feeling my gaze, turned her head to me, smiled and said:

– Hello. Marina went to the room …- And further in a whisper, but, smiling playfully, – probably she needed to dump the tension after ours with you …Well …

“I see,” I answered. “Thank you for staying,” I sincerely thanked her. It would be a shame to wake up and not find anyone nearby.

– How could I leave you here alone? Let’s go swimming?

We got up and slowly wandered to the water – I was just not finally awakening, and Olya just adapt under me. Entering the water on the ankles, I immediately plopped forward, and cool water immediately took off the rest of the dream, emerged, and after a moment Olya caught up with me. Grabbing my shoulders with my hands from behind, I cheerfully asked:

– Now drive me, big turtle!

I rushed forward, sometimes running along the bottom, where the depth allowed, and sometimes swimming – we rushed with her for quite some time. Olya was so accustomed to me and to the water that suddenly, completely unexpectedly swam with a rabbit – just pushed away from me and suddenly looked – her pens flashed over the water, and the legs picked up the water and the theory finally found its existence in practice. Olya, stopped and stunned by successes, at first could not believe it for a long time. And then for a long time she did not let me out of the water, forcing her to show her how to breathe, how to row, how to fold her hand in order to swim faster, etc. P. Already, leaving the water, Olya suddenly asked me:

– And you can teach me to swim and dive with a mask and a pipe? – And I have no choice but to promise to do it.

In the morning of the next day, we met with girls at the exit of the sleeping building and almost ran to the sea. Olya, without ceasing, told Marina how she swam yesterday, and how great it was. Marina even managed to get tired of the words of gratitude to me. So they reached the beach, where they immediately turned towards the wild beach and after half an hour were in the very place where we had been fussing before that when Lesha came. This time, the girls had harder on the way – it was not Lesha, and I was loaded at once with two sets of fins, masks and tubes – I took another set from friends.

Without wasting time, settled on the stones, Marina, inflating the mattress, settled at the top of the large stone above us and as soon as he was inflated – it was located there on it, lying upward upwards. The hillock of her pubis, who protruded the smoothing, immediately made my cock treacherously twitch and I, until he got up completely, hurried to climb into the water. There he already put on flippers, helped Olya go into the water, and for about 15 minutes we drove its fins and mask. Then Olya learned a little to breathe through the pipe. And when it was done – we, like two ships, rushed to the distance from the shore, until the silhouettes of the pitfalls under us became barely guessed in the depths of greenish spots. Here we came across large beautiful jellyfish, jambs of fish, which brought Olya to wild excitement – she continually grabbed my hand with one hand, and the other pointed in the direction of the next attractions.

We swam for 30 minutes, and when we sailed to the shore, we pleasantly surprised each other. The closer we swam, the more underwater stones we came across. And at one point, I decided to dive, which I did, rushing with all my might rowing with floods to the bottom. There I made a turn of a stone and already slowly began to come up, looking up at the Olya floating on the surface, which did not take my eyes off me.Having emerged, blowing the phone and catching my breath, I suddenly heard her scream:

– Wow! Class!!! How beautiful!!!

– What? – I did not understand.

– You looked amazingly beautiful there under water! Like ichtyander! Come on again! – she shouted to me and immediately, without waiting for an answer, put on a mask, bit the pipe’s walk and plunged her face into the water. I made another 5 or 6 dives, also bending beautifully at the bottom, which caused frenzied gesticulation of Olya at the surface.

– Why are you so happy there? – shouted Marina from the shore. We, getting ashore, explained to her, and we did the next swim with Marina, who, however, also had to teach to use the mask with a pipe.

– And let’s try three tomorrow! – Olya suggested on the way home, and turned to me with the question: – You can get another set? – I nodded in the affirmative.

The next day, having come to the same place, we, no longer spending time learning breathing, began to learn to dive. I showed the girls how to think through the phone, what to do so that the water does not get into their mouths, what to do if suddenly there is not enough air to blow the phone, etc. P. I got the students capable – after 20 minutes they dived almost worse than me. And the performance began – we dived in front of each other and swam at the bottom like a fish and wriggled like moraines. Everyone was completely delighted, including me – already charming, stunningly sexy friends under water, just fantastically looked, and I sometimes noticed that I did not have enough air, although I was on the surface – I just forgot to breathe with delight, looking at the wrigglingBeautiful female bodies.

Furious on the stones, lying in the company of my friends, I said thoughtfully:

– It was so beautiful …I wish I could capture such a sight in the video, or at least in the photo …

But we had neither one nor the other, but Marina put forward another interesting thought:

– Or maybe it’s good that we do not, let’s try naked?

-What-oh-oh? – Olya and I were surprised, and Marina innocently explained her thought:

– Well, it just seemed to me that the naked bodies would look even better, and no one will be shy, that they will see outsiders – we have nothing to shoot – and, seeing our elongated faces, suddenly said abruptly: – Well, you can not undress, if you want, but let me, okay?

Olya was silent, but her cheeks were slightly puzzled, but I became puntes like cancer, although I vigorously nodded my head in agreement.

An hour later, we climb into the water again, Marina in front of everyone, plunged down on the shoulders, after a few seconds raised her hand in which all the details of her swimsuit were clenched – both panties and bra.

– I have already! She shouted, and, having closed the mask, biting the trumpet of the tube, immediately ducked in our direction. Emerging next to us, she laid her swimsuit to the bottom and pressed her pebble so as not to be carried away by the surf.

– Let’s sooner! – She encouraged us and, without waiting for an answer, dived forward, flashing before us with her luxurious naked ass, which later disappeared from us in the water. This spectacle spurred me and I, before putting on the flippers, pulled off the swimming trunks and put it under the same pebble where Marina’s swimsuit lay.

– decided? – I asked Olya, standing nearby and clearly embarrassed.

“Yes,” she said, and, starting the handle behind her, pulled one of the ropes on which her bra was tied on her back. The stretched fabric immediately weakened and hung only on the cervical rope, opening the barely noticeable mounds of her breasts with noticeable papillae tubercles. Olya, with one graceful movement of her hand, pulled a bra through her head, gave me:

– Please hold.

I gently picked up a thin fabric that still preserved warmth of her body. Meanwhile, she, taking off her fins, pulled her piles down and, not so elegant, but she took them off the legs very erotic and handed them to me. The hairs on her pubis was barely, and under him a hollow was noticeably, crowned with large lips. She held out her hand:

– And hold it, please, I will dress flippers.

I picked up her panties and my heart, for the umpteenth time, then stopped, then it was ragged frantically like an engine.

– What are you doing!?! – suddenly cried out Olya.

I realized and realized that I was holding her panties at my very face, tremblingly breathing their smell, trying to catch in him at least some kind of hint of a woman. In vain – they smelled of washing powder, sea, cloth. I caught on, lowered my hand and broke …

– oh …sorry …It turned out …I wanted to know how it smells …how you smell …Your smell …

– You are a pervert! – Olya cried indignantly, looking angrily at me. I burned with shame under her gaze, and she suddenly fiercely and at the same time said cheerfully: “You are in disrepair! For this you will dive first! – And, without waiting for my answer, she put a mask with a pipe, dived and swam towards Marina’s swimming nearby. I, hiding her swimsuit at the bottom, putting on the ammunition, dived and, without emerging, swam to them under water. The distance was sufficient to overcome it under water, never emerging and, making sure that they see me from the surface, turn over around the axis a couple of times, made a circle of beautiful huge stone lying on the bottom and slowly surfaced.

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