Erotic stories. The second ten. Vitaly Mushkin

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      The next day, we went with her to the city. The car at Anna Augustovna was chic, expensive and beautiful. I hesitated to stand at her door until the landlady showed me the look that I was sitting next to her. We went in silence. Anna Avgustovna turned on the radio quietly, a pleasant dance melody sounded. Today she was dressed in a dark green skirt with a jacket. Under the jacket was a white blouse. On the feet of the shoes on a low heel. The skirt reached the hostess knee-deep, but the woman, sitting in the car and working with her legs, tore her skirt higher, exposing my gaze to her slim sexy legs. Needless to say, all the way, I looked at those legs with the edge of my eye. In the city itself we did not go, but stood in the parking lot under the biggest (the largest in the city) shopping center. And our endless campaign began. We went to all the shops, we measured something, watched something, bought something. When the number of packages and boxes became critical, I ran to the parking lot and put them in the car.

      «Let’s arrange for you.»

      «But I do not have any money with me.»

      «Let it be a prize, for a good job.»

      She bought me trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Then light shoes and something else on the little things. Then we went for a snack. Among the restaurants Anna Avgustovna chose one with Japanese cuisine. And she ordered sushi and rolls. Then we drank coffee and cakes. But it was not the end. We were waiting for a good «circle» of shops. To be honest, I’m already tired. In the shop I found a place to sit with the packages, and my hostess waited there. In one of the shops Anna Avgustovna collected things and went with them to the booth for fitting. I dropped into the ottoman nearby. Suddenly the curtain of the cabin parted.

      – Maxim, go help with the clasp.

      I went into the booth. Anna Augustovna stood in one skirt, which she tried on. Her upper part, the bust, covered only the bra.

      – Undo the lightning, something does not go.

      Of course, I saw my mistress in one bra when she was sunbathing. There was even a moment when the bra was unbuttoned, and I undid it. But it was completely different. Here the woman changed her clothes. And when a woman changes clothes, it’s not like she’s sunbathing. Now she did not have a day off, a bathing suit, and a home, for internal use. I got on my knee and tried to unzip the skirt. But something there stuck. I tugged, neither there nor here.