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On a hot summer weekend, when the thermometer treacherously did not want to fall below 30 ° C, my friends and I went to a country recreation center. Not cheap, but a swimming pool, air-conditioned rooms, and a gazebo with a barbecue. Beauty. We had fun until I saw Olya coming out of the spa hotel to the pool - my neighbor and old friend, with whom I had been unrequitedly in love for many years. Although my feelings cooled down when we were still 25 (and now we are already 30), something in the area of ​​\u200b\u200bthe heart skipped a beat. I sat in the shade, answered my friends in monosyllables and did not take my eyes off Olya: she dyed her hair blonde, flaunted her appetizing booty and the same slender athletic legs. Finally, one of my comrades caught my eye and asked loudly:

- Seryoga, what are you talking about? Are you staring at Olka?

Do you know her? I asked with surprise.

- Still not to know. Everyone in the area knows her. If you know what I mean. He laughed treacherously.

I was not funny, but hurt. That is, she gave to everyone, while I was disgraced there and wrote idiotic poems to her? Just laughed at me. What a fool I was...

- I heard she is now either a webcam lady or an escort. - Said another friend of mine.

- Seryoga, go say hello to her. Already thirty hit, and you continue to behave like a virgin, peeking around the corner. Go up to her and tell her everything.

And I really had something to say. Since she is an escort, why not use the services of an escort - I have no problems with money.

Going to the sunbed on which Olya was lying on her back, exposing my graceful back and delicious legs with an ass to the sun, I unceremoniously sat down, moving her legs to the edge.

- Olya, hello. How are you?

- Wow, Seryozha, hello! How many years, how many winters.

- And you're still beautiful. Let me help you. - I saw sunscreen next to her, squeezed a few peas on my fingers and, without waiting for permission, began to rub it on Olya's back.

Thank you, Serezha. You look good too. She turned her head away and gave herself completely to my massage. As if we are a married couple, and not two unfamiliar people who have not seen each other for almost 5 years.

– How are you in general, Olya, what do you do? The streets are whispering that you are either a blogger or doing public relations. - The cream had been absorbed for a long time and I just continued to massage her back, gradually sinking to the lower back and lower.

- Well, to some extent. Olya replied with a smile. – I really work with video. To explain for a long time, and it will not be interesting for you. What are you?

- Well, I’m doing well, I’ve reached the rank of team leader in IT, I work for Europe, I bought a wheelbarrow a week ago, I recently finished repairs in a new apartment. Nothing to complain about. - I decided to immediately go with the trump cards, and have been pulling for 15 years already.

- Well done, happy for you. That and so I see you have become more confident in yourself, before you were afraid to kiss me on the cheek. And now he has acquired muscles and self-esteem.

I was frankly stroking her elastic ass, squeezing and barely noticeable spanking when there was no one around. Cock in swimming shorts was extremely tense.

- Ol, I have rented an apartment here, there is a conder and champagne in the mini-bar is cold. Maybe let's go chat, remember our youth, so to speak?

- Well, why not go, though he smeared me with cream in vain.

Leaving Olya to the room, I turned to my friends. They showed encouraging fingers and showed unambiguous gestures. I smiled back, hiding the boner under the elastic band of the shorts.

Going into the room, I took out champagne, solemnly opened it and drank straight from my throat, because there were no glasses in the room.

- Seryozha, I will quickly wash off this stupid, very smelly cream.

Absolutely not embarrassed, she took off her swimsuit at the entrance to the bathroom and went inside naked. Without closing the door, she bathed in a couple of minutes, put on a terry bathrobe, girded herself and came out to me. Very beautifully, she took a bottle from the table and took a couple of deep sips.

- Well, Seryozha, what did you want to talk about there? - Olya looked through the slits of slyly narrowed eyes and looked like an Asian.

- About how I always ran after you, but I was too cowardly and timid to get out of the fucking friend zone. And I was sorry to see how your boyfriends changed, and then you complained to me about them in correspondence. But now everything has changed.

– Yes, and what has changed?

- I'm not going to wait any longer.

I got up and took a couple of sips of champagne. He pulled off his shorts, exposing a shaved groin and a 17-centimeter thick cock standing with a stake. He took Olya by the hand, lifted her from the chair, untied her dressing gown, opened it and just studied her gorgeous body for a few seconds. Yes, you can’t call her a model: somewhere cellulite, a small tummy, but she is still feminine and attractive.

I took Olya's hand again and put it on my penis, closing my eyes. Here it is, a youthful dream fulfilled. Olya began to skillfully move her hand, and I stuck to her breast, tasting her protruding nipples on the small mounds of her breasts. I kissed her lips and neck, lowering my hand and dipping my fingers into her wet womb. Olya groaned. I tore off her robe, pushed her onto the bed, and pressed my face into the folds of her pussy. She had an intimate haircut, which only confirmed the theory about her profession. I worked diligently with my mouth, helping myself with a finger that slid very easily inside her. Does she squirt? I removed my face, added a second finger and began to rhythmically fuck her with my fingers: she moaned, frightening the neighbors, wriggled in my hands, grabbed my hair, and indeed, after about 7 minutes of swotting, she began to finish, splashing a colorless liquid on the carpet.

I didn't let her catch her breath. As soon as she came, I turned her from her back to her stomach and attached herself to her from behind.

- Olya, do you have a condom?

– No, what about you too?

– I was sure you would.

- Why such confidence?

- Well, because of your profession.

I don't understand.

- Okay, we'll discuss it later. What do we do? I want you right now, I'm not going anywhere.

- I'm on contraceptives and have recently done tests, I'm clean.

- And I haven't had anyone for a long time.

Well, consider agreed. I took Olya by her wide hips, moved my cock a little over her round buttocks, slapped her squelching pussy, teasing us both, and with a sharp movement entered her. She was narrower than I thought. Lubrication was good, so in tight quarters, but not offended. I tried not to rush and enjoy the moment, and I didn’t want to goof off. I changed pace, changed positions as I approached orgasm, stopped, took her out and licked her again for a couple of minutes, then continued to fuck again. She finished two more times for sure in 40 minutes.

After she jumped on top of me, we both got up and I put her against the wall. She rested her arms up against the wall, and I hugged her tightly, squeezed her breasts, stroked her stomach with my hands, lowered myself and helped her with my fingers below. He covered her neck and back with kisses, whispering in her ear how sexy and irrepressible she was. Finally, I felt the approach of orgasm.

- Seryozha, I'm about to finish again ...

– Me too….

I began to spank, not sparing, her ass and increase the pace. We were both moaning and as soon as I felt her legs shaking from another orgasm, I let myself come. I barely had time to pull out a member and, continuing to quickly jerk off, began to flood her back, shooting to the very neck. When I finished, I inserted it again, and made a dozen unhurried movements until the erection completely disappeared.

Exhausted, we kissed passionately, and went to the shower.

- Seryozha, it was great! - I helped wash off her sperm, and she lathered my cock, forcing it to get stronger again.

- Yes, I really missed this lately. You probably don't understand.

What are you talking about? And what were those hints when you asked about condoms?

- Well… I heard that you kind of work in the field of erotic services… — I answered evasively.

- Who told you such nonsense? If I had not finished so many times, then I would be offended now.

- Um, I'm sorry... But did you yourself confirm that you work with video? And your intimate haircut, and looseness, and in general.

- I work as an editor, I help a well-known blogger edit videos. She did an intimate haircut for herself - she trained. Well, I always seemed to have looseness.

- Oh, damn it.. I wouldn't act so impudently if I knew. Why didn't you send me when I started groping you by the pool?

- I don't know myself, I was surprised by your impudence.

The cock in her hands again assumed a fighting stance. I smiled, put my hands on her head and gently pushed her down. She silently knelt down in the shower and wrapped her lips around her reddened from sex head. I rested my back against the wall with a buzz, cool water continued to pour over our heated bodies, and Olya skillfully worked with her mouth and hands. Massaging my balls, swallowing my boner to the very tomatoes and super sexy while looking into my eyes with her Asian squint. How much I dreamed about it ... Pretty quickly, I tensed, twisted her snow-white curls around my fist and began to quickly work with the pelvis, pouring the rest of the semen reserves into her throat and not even slowing down at the same time. Olechka obediently swallowed everything and smiled back. I picked her up and kissed her magical mouth without a hint of disgust.