Traveling in America (part 1, Katerina)
Passing the hall of Sheremetyevo Katerina, feeling the male views turned on her, smiled mysteriously. Men really paid attention to her. A slender brown -haired woman with long hair and green eyes, she attracted them not only with her expressive face – slightly oblong, with tall cheekbones and straight legs, but also long legs, with thin ankles and beautiful caviar.
Katerina knew about her attractiveness, but she did not want to shout her soul. She liked to catch the eyes of admiration and therefore, in order to emphasize the bends of her magnificent body, today she dressed like a simple but tastefully in a jeans skirt two palms above the knees and a white T -shirt that covered a fairly large, even large chest in a white bra .
In early July, I have worked at my parents for exactly a year at my parents, after graduation, I took a vacation for two months. The first month she planned to meet her friend in the London College of Michelle in New York and already together to go by car in Miami in my apartment, donated to me by my father about my engagement with the most wonderful man in the world. We met with him for three years, having met in London, where I went through. It turns out we lived in Moscow not far from each other, besides, our families knew each other well and therefore a week ago we were happy to accept the decision about our imminent wedding. Alex flew to Japan for several days in order to open the representative office of the branch of our family company, and then was going to fly to me in Los Angeles, where I planned to go after rest from Miami.
And having passed passport control, having been in the area of duty -free trade and bought sunglasses, I was literally attacked by two thick khachiks, indefinite age. On all their flirting, attempts to talk, I said nothing and with the inner feeling of full contempt went further.
Here I am already at the window of the porthole, now a little more than half a day and I will be New York.
-Hello beautiful girl, sorting down in two neighboring seats, boring hachiks.
It was necessary to get so, business class was bought in advance and I got an economy class, now black -ass. Such thoughts flew in my head.
-Ashot, and this is my brother Givi – this again, my neighbor tried to talk with me.
-Lena-thought, after a small hitch, I answered, I did not want to introduce myself to my real name.
Still on take -off, putting sunglasses and inserting the headphones into the eyes of her eyes, pulled away from her neighbors. Just living in Moscow since childhood, having heard about the rudeness of representatives of the Caucasian region, I do not like khachi.
Gradually, listening to her favorite music, plunged into a dream, from which Ashot was unceremoniously woke me up.
-You will eat dear?- He said, after he stroked my leg and from indignation, I woke up, putting the headphones on her knees.
-Hey, you have nothing to touch me – I answered rude enough.
-Sorry, I’m sorry … Lane, he said, and when looking at him, it seemed to me that he was really sincerely repenting.
Therefore, already softened, she answered: – I will not eat, but I will be an ordinary glass of water.
Givi served a glass of water, which he took from Stuart.
Swearing a little surprised at the strange sweetish taste of water, but deciding that there just some additives drank it completely.
Gradually, I relaxed again and dozed off.
In a weak golden light flowing from the screens of monitors installed in the backs of passenger chairs, my slender long legs with a skirt that rose to the hips seemed completely naked. Ashot and Givi stopped arguing lively, I turned off the music for a long time, but I did not shoot the headphones . Realizing that they admire my legs, well, even if it would be ridiculous to pull their skirt on them, and besides, it was not so long.
Why would I be ashamed of my knees suddenly? To me who loves them so much! I knew how exciting my knees looked: tanned, colors of browned bread, with dimples. When herself, from under the ajar, looked at them and felt that now in this scattered light they seem more defiant than if I left the bathtub under the powerful rays of the spotlight. I imagined this, I felt the blood knocking more and more in my veins and how the blood swells the lower abdomen. And so I close the eyelids and see myself completely naked.
I surrender to the temptation of this narcissistic love, before which, I am already defenseless. They are approaching, minutes of pleasure alone: relaxing Istoma covers my whole body. Some obvious desires awaken-it does not look at all what I feel, stretching out on the beach heated with a hot sun.
Gradually, as my lips become moist, the nipples harden and the legs tenses, ready to start from the lightest touch, images arise in my brain, shapeless, unclear, but it is they who cover my lower back with vapor and bending my lower back. Imperceptibly, but confidently shaking of the liner corps are transmitted to all my body, and it shudders in the same rhythm. Some kind of warm wave rises along the legs, spreads his knees-it is there that the center of all these unknown shuddings is located there,-inexorably forcing my hips and tremble, as if from chills.
And the vague images begin to acquire outlines: the lips touch the skin, some unknown adhesions of the phallic shape strive to press to me, rub, try to pave the path from the knees above and higher, push the hips, open the sink of the sink, penetrate there;With difficulty, with effort, but they succeed. And these irresistible phalluses are already there, one by one they move further and deeper.
Steward, deciding that I fell asleep, covers with a light cashmere blanket long weakened legs, which during movement opened even more. I am all immersed in my sweet oblivion, as if not noticing all these maneuvers, my hand slowly crawls around the stomach, stops, reaching the pubis, this movement cannot be hidden under the veil, but who can see it? I take my fingertips by the hem of the skirt, the narrow skirt prevents the legs wide open.
But, finally, the fingers feel through the thin fabric what they were looking for, and a small bud of the flesh tenses under their delicate, but persistent touch. For some time I allow my body to be at rest. I’m trying to move out the end. But there is not enough strength, and with a muffled groan I begin to move the index finger, plunging it deeper and deeper into myself. And almost immediately a male hand lies on my hand.
Breathing caught as if I had a stream of ice water, I feel all the muscles and nerves tensed. The film was interrupted in the middle, I have no senses or thoughts left. I’m freezing. But this is not a shock, not a burn of shame. And a criminal caught at the crime scene, I don’t feel at all. In truth, I cannot explain my own behavior to myself. Something happened, and that’s it, but what exactly I don’t want to think. Consciousness is again in the fog, but only now I’m waiting for the implementation of my vague dreams.
The man’s hand is motionless. But its severity itself presses my hand even more closely to the vagina.
And so it lasts quite a long time.
Then I felt how with the other hand he resolutely throws herself to the side of the bedspread, his hand reaches to his knees, carefully feeling all the bulges of the deepening.
From touching my bare skin, I shuddered, as if trying to drive off the numbness, to throw off these spells. But either not knowing exactly what I want, or realizing that my weak forces would not have enough to break out of male hands, I only raised my chest with an awkward movement, covered it, as if protecting my stomach with my free hand and turnedA little to the side. The easiest thing is that I understand it – it would be tightly squeezing my legs, but this gesture seemed too funny to me, he gave it to such an unworthy scum that I, of course, did not dare to. Come what may! And I again overturned into the sweet immobility in which I was before.
And the hands of the man immediately unfastened the lightning of the skirt from the hip to the knee. Then they rose higher. One slipped under me panties, light, transparent, like everything that I wore.
My body was now in such a position that any attempt to free up would be impossible. Fat Ashot, most likely it was it, stroked my strong stomach, as a heated horse stroke on the withers, and gradually descended lower and lower. The fingers ran all over the groin, then the palm began to smooth all the folds, and now the fingers are already on the smooth pubis, move, as if measuring the area of the triangle.
Having walked through the abdomen, the hand is now trying to push my hips. The skirt interferes with this, but all my hips are parted, and now at hand a hot, shuddering my crevice. The palm caresses it as if soothing, caressing it slowly, strokes the lip petals, spreads them a little and also slowly approaches the bud of the flesh. And he is already waiting, straightening up and tensing. Biting lips to hold back the moans approaching the throat, I can bend my back. The spasm is suffocating from expectation. Rather, rather! But Khachik does not want to rush in any way.
Only his hand participates in the game. He himself remains completely calm and silent. I turn my head in all directions, almost the words of the plea break off from my lips. Through the tears that performed on my eyelashes, I try to at least see my partner.
But the hand, still pressed to the place where she lit up such a hot flame, froze. And again the movement: the man leans towards me, takes my hand in his own and pulls to himself, to the prudently unbuttoned valve of the trousers and further, until my hand stumble upon a hard thick member and now I grab it with tenacious fingers. Either speeding, then slowing down the pace, a man begins to lead the movements of my hand until he is convinced that he can fully entrust me to act at her own discretion;Now he sees that my childhood concessions and humility hid enough experience and skill.
I leaned forward-it is more convenient for my hands to cope with the work entrusted to him, and Ashot is located so that it is more generously irrigated by my body that was about to sprinkle from it. But while he was still restraining, and my hands move up and down, more and more bold, and now I move to more sophisticated techniques: I strok the cloudy veins of the penis, I even try, despite the crowding of trousers, and get to the testicles. Clutching my fists, I feel the skin, as this hard and delicate flesh swells, ready to explode with a hot stream.
And so they flowed, these long, white jets on my hands, on a T -shirt, on my face, and hair. It seemed that their flow would never run out. I felt him flowing into his throat, and drank, almost choked. Wild hops, shamelessness of pleasure took possession of me. I lowered my limp hands, but the men’s fingers pressed again to my girl, and I groaned with happiness.
…to be continued.. Sincerely [email protected]
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