Taya also came to Prague for the first time - it is common in large trading companies with western roots to export their managers abroad ... Combine a group holiday with some “useful” seminar.
In general, on the second day, my Taika escaped and set off on a free voyage through the Old Town. There, on Celetnaya Street, not far from the Powder Tower, I caught her.
Ours over the hill, as a rule, can be seen a mile away. But here I was mistaken: a small spinning girl with a light chestnut square. In a short, bold dress, frankly contouring small, not covered with a bra, breasts. Slender, graceful legs on a low heel. Behaves openly, not clamped, not trying pyzhitsya. It is noticeable, of course, that the tourist - her eyes, like saucers, and all the time is spinning around, - but I thought from the locals.
Came up, began to try to get acquainted: - Agoy! Yak sa imenuesh? (Hello what is your name!)
The girl blinked helplessly with long black eyelashes: - Sorry, I do not understand ...
- Oh, duck you are Russian!
- No, I'm from Belarus.
Word by word - we sat in a cafe near the Jewish quarter. I began to talk about myself, about my work. She spoke about the company that brought her, the impression that made Prague.
We became friends and became close. I was more and more frankly admiring her forms through the thin clothing. Demonstrating herself, she turned, then with one side or the other, leaned over, leaned back, slightly, as if by accident, touched the knee of my thigh ...
Evening came quietly. After six o'clock I led Taya to Zlata lane. There, among the small, medieval houses, as if emerging from a fairy tale, I embraced the girl, and, seeing her non-resistance, turned to myself, leaned toward the parted lips. Her burning tongue met me and led me inside. Under this passionate kiss, my dick rose and brazenly poked the girl in the stomach, inviting me to meet you.
Further mixed up. I drove Tyke around the sights of the Old City, we squeezed and kissed for a long time almost at every corner. Laski was becoming bolder and more frank. I penetrated under her dress, squeezed hard breasts, ran my hands into weightless panties, while taking communion of the sacrament of curly curls. Her hands stroked me under my shirt, fingers over and over again, more and more, ran over the trunk, which clearly protruded through the pants.
Somewhere near the Charles Bridge, I realized that I could not hold on - the organ that had filled with blood was throbbing painfully and demanding the prompt discharge. I resolutely went for an attack: my hand slipped on the girl's pubis, felt hot soft lips, a finger rested on the button of the clitoris ... I don't care what people are around ... I can't wait ...
- Do not hurry ... I myself ... - whispered, gently pulling away Ty.
I didn't want to let her out, but she slipped out. The girl's hands fell down, unbuttoned my fly, swept the penis. A wave of sweet tremor leapt up from the groin and hit on the head, almost knocking me off my feet: - Wow!
I pressed the girl with all my strength, pressed her into myself. Small palms began to slide on my trunk, shifting incredibly sensitive skin. Driving me into a frenzy ...
“Taya, Taya, Taya,” I wheezed, ducking under her dress and trying to lift me up to enter the waiting vagina burning with desire.
But the organ, overexcited at the mercy of dexterous girlish fingers, has already crossed the invisible boundary. Straining with my whole body, I shot with a seed, and not stopping Ty, squeezed out new and new drops, causing me sweet, unforgettably beautiful pain.
- Ofiget, - in a fit of gratitude, I began to cover her face with kisses, - What are you clever.
- Let's go - people are looking at us, - Ty was stroking and stroking my fallen, but still incredibly sensitive member.
Laughing like little children, we rushed to the other side of the Vltava.
“You have a wet spot,” when we stopped, panting, I pointed to Taino's light dress, “There, on my stomach.”
“It’s your fault,” she laughed in reply, “Dries up!” Let's run next?
- Save your strength, - I objected, - We still have to climb Petršinsky Hill. This is a meeting place for all lovers!
- Cool, but I, frankly, tired to climb up ...
“No question,” feeling how her charms awaken my nature, I insidiously didn’t talk about the funicular, “My hotel is very close here.” And I have some champagne in store ...
- Mm, the tempter! - we immediately rushed to me.
As soon as the door of the room closed, and the two of us were left, I pounced on the girl. Her face, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, hips - I wanted to have everything! My palms and lips did not see any obstacles. I felt like a master. Member rose and petrified to pain. Outside of desire, I pulled up her dress, feeling the warm velvety skin under my fingers. She did not resist. Raised hands, helping me to completely undress myself.
I do not remember how we ended up on the bed: having got access to her body, which was not covered with clothes, I, completely mad, rushed to kiss her charms. Lingered on tight protruding nipples. Gently drove on his lips, feeling how passionately she reacts to my touch. To relieve pain in his groin, he hastily unbuttoned his pants, freeing the escaping male trunk.
Having gone down the girl's stomach, which was quivering with excitement, I finally got to, covered with a thin cloth of panties, the girl's womb. And here, when the fingers were already impatiently drawing this fabric indulging in my passion, Taya decisively pulled my head aside: - No! Not this way!
This was said so abruptly, without pretense and scheming, irreversibly, as if with a knife through the veins, that I instantly stopped: - Why? Are you virgin? - I could not suggest another reason.
- No, - the girl sat on the bed, - Not a virgin. Not in this case. Simply, I have my own rules.
- Rules?!
- Rules! - Taya threw her leg over me and sat down on top, - Close your eyes and relax ...
- Oh, you want to play ...
- Relax, I said!
She lay down on me, holding my waiting for the discharge of a weapon between our stomachs. Her soft lips began to kiss me. Starting from the lips, the girl slowly descended below: her chin, neck, and chest ... Sliding over me with her body, Tya stirred up my penis to the limit.
When her head was on the same level as my organ, which was bursting with blood, I decided that she preferred blowjob ... but the devil had a different idea.
Holding her base firmly with her palm, she began to gently, almost weightlessly, massage my shiny head with her fingertips. Like a string, caressed the bridle, defiantly ran around every fold of flesh.
- wow! - on the eve of the eruption, my body began to shake. In order not to break the rules of the awesome game of a girlfriend, I had to cling to the headboard. I was thrown into a fever, arched. Pretty laughing, understanding everything, Taya was in no hurry to accelerate, playing with my sensitive, like a naked nerve, member. I wheezed, rolled my eyes - a whitish jet of sperm struck up, bestowing bliss and relief.
- Fuck! - I still couldn’t take my hands off the bed, as the girl continued to play with my trunk, which had lost neither firmness nor sensitivity, - Ooh!
I did not see - I felt how skillfully the girl squeezes the last drops out of my member: - You are a sorceress!
A few minutes later I was able to finally move away from a crazy orgasm. Pretty smiling Taya was sitting across from me. Seeing that I came to life, she stretched out her palms to me - between splayed fingers, like cobwebs, stretched viscous threads of drying out sperm: - Help me wash. And I can't even get a napkin.
I stood up with difficulty. Tay brought to the bathroom. Opened her water. I stood, watched as she carefully scraped the frozen drops of seed from her hands.
“Why didn't you have sex with me?” - I asked bluntly.
- Is it? - she was surprised, - but haven't you just finished?
- Do not shirk. Do you know what I mean!
She quietly turned off the faucet, wiped her hands on a towel and turned, looked into my eyes:
- You want to ask why I did not spread her legs? Why not allowed to fuck yourself? Why not squirming and not moaning under you?
Seconds, probably ten lasted a silent struggle of our views. Finally, she conceded: - Once people thought that it was possible to go to bed only after the wedding. Then mores simplified - allowed on the third date. We know less than ten hours!
I missed her in the room. Without dressing, she lay down on the bed, put her hands behind her head.
“But why then did you bring it all up ?!”
“How boring you are,” Tya sighed. “It would be better if I refused?” Smack - Smack - Chao, baby! Was it bad for you? It was necessary to act as a Dinner? Fuck you and dump?
It was hard to argue. I said nothing.
- Guys, until they finish, real punishment. One has only to kiss, gently stroke - immediately tearing into your pants! So what?! Obediently pushing the legs?
- That is, - I summarized, - I am one of many for you ...
- Oh, my dear mother, - Taya burst out laughing, - Now, one might think, you will begin to swear to me in extraterrestrial love! Offer a hand and heart! Is it, like, I'm so mean, outraged an innocent boy? And then tomorrow you will not pull any slut from the local on the same bed?
Grinning, I pulled a bottle of champagne out of the fridge: “We understand each other.”
Under the deafening girl screech slammed the cork.
- And so you will not fly, do not pick up something venereal - I poured two glasses and lay down next to Taya.
“Besides, I don’t have to undress,” the laughing mischievous woman said. “You don’t have to wash where the devil knows where and wipe the devil knows what!
- Well, yes, I agree - I sipped champagne. I detained him on the tongue, enjoying the tart bouquet, - Yes, and from many goats he shatters so that ...
“That's it,” the flushed girl finished off her glass, and I immediately did not stint on the additive, “But if I see a normal guy with brains, I can trust him and relax ...”
“Otherwise,” I suggested, “A game outside is waiting for him.”
“Yes, most often it ends up,” agreed Taya, bravely taking up the second glass, “On the street, in the car, at the club.” Stay alone with a guy with a riser? You need to be a complete fool! And if a guy comes to an end, his brains become clearer. Not for long, but he becomes a normal person. If I see that an idiot, then I quickly release, - she made a characteristic movement with her fist, - And ... There is already a situation.
“Well, you're a monster,” I replenished the girl with everything that was still in the bottle. “And often you are with guys.”
“Somewhere from school,” Tya said openly, “At this age, the boys want only one thing — to put their sausage somewhere. And some silly dutifully spread their legs, others indulge in a blowjob, others - complete fools - childishly play innocence.
“But you forget,” I told the girl, “That these silly ones enjoy sex.” And you, clever, devoid of this ...
- Ha, you say, like a typical man, - the drunken companion pripechatala me, - Like: just put your dick somewhere - Op-pa! Orgasm! No, a woman needs to get used to a partner. Very few can end up with a new person. And “pleasure” is more psychological ...
I went to the fridge and took out the second bottle of champagne.
“I get the same as they do,” Ty said her glass, “But I do not pay either physical or psychological discomfort. Do you understand?
- How did you lose innocence ?! - I pretended to gasp, - With such an approach.
“Not funny,” the cheeky girl snorted. “I'm a normal person.” I love to fuck. I have a boyfriend and I don’t deny him anything ...
“But if you get used to me, you begin to trust,” I finished my share of champagne, “then I have a chance?”
“Perhaps,” she shrugged her shoulders, holding out an empty glass to me, “But tell me, is it bad for you as it is now?” Don't you roar with pleasure ...
I poured the second bottle to the end:
- Wonderful! But sex is still better. This is the very psychological effect. It is peculiar to men.
- For you, I'm just another reindeer on the wall of trophies, - Taya yawned defiantly, - Or do you collect women's panties?
- Aren't you like that? - I was indignant, - Do not you gather men? Your whole philosophy is built on this! Take and not be given!
- Not. I just live in a high, - the girl got out of bed, put an empty glass, started to dress, - Take me ...
I did not call a taxi - we slowly walked on foot. She lived in Melantrich - a hotel near the Museum of sex machines.
“I have a double room,” Taya informed me near high glass doors. “I and a woman from the accounting department.”
- See you tomorrow, - did not ask - I suggested.
“Of course,” she did not think for a second.
I reached to her lips, and she did not move away, answered. Feeling the penetration of her tongue, I habitually hugged my partner, squeezing the rounded maiden cheek with my hand: - See you tomorrow. Do you know where I live…
***
The next day, Tai did not come - I waited until six in the evening. Then I went to Karlovy Lazne. And on this, the largest in Prague - on five floors - a disco, without any difficulty picked up a blonde already warmed up by alcohol. Ivetku. Beginning, as she introduced herself, the model. Which, after half an hour of kisses, simple caress and a bottle of champagne persuaded to anal.