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You should really keep an eye on your wife if she is looking for some hot adventures in a strange city…

There is nothing more exciting than Tel-Aviv at night! Someone called it “a non-stop city”; I would call it “a city that stops for lunch only”. In fact from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. life stops, shops are closed, café owners have no clients; only pizza delivery boys go forth and back by their scooters trying to deliver everything before the rush-hour. That’s the afternoon time… The night life is very busy here. It’s unlike in Moscow where you can’t get into an elite club without an invitation or face-control process. Tel-Aviv is quite bright and really simple. Every club, café or such like offers you a range of various entertainments, unexpected and exotic.

That’s why our company was very surprised with my husband’s request, to be exact it was a requirement, to finish everything here and visit another night club. I was having fun here. However, I was almost astonished by the fact that Robert called a taxi. I wondered where he was going…

- OK, we’re leaving… - I tried to defend myself.

- You!.. Why aren’t you wearing panties? – Robert was hissing into my ear.

- Why?.. I didn’t put them on…- I tried to lie.

- They’re in your bag, bitch! I’ve found them! Here they are! – He opened my handbag and the panties were on the bottom of it.

- Go to the toilet and put them on! – His eyes were sparkling.

- Don’t shout at me!

- Go to the toilet and put the panties on, motherfucker! – My husband was really furious.

He confirmed his demand squeezing my shoulder tightly, turned me round and pushed slightly towards the toilet.

- You will be sorry for it, - I whispered.

I finished the cocktail, put my glass on the table and set off for the loo. I needed a mirror. Putting lipstick on my full lips and examining my reflection I understood it was my fault we were leaving this nice pub… But all began in this very toilet…

… some time ago…

… I don’t like visiting clubs in big companies. This time three couples agreed to spend a night somewhere. The club we’ve chosen today is very close to our apartment, so my husband and I walked to it. Other couples drove and then looked for a parking place, so they joined us later. We drank whisky and were in high spirits. We talked a lot and were going to start dancing. I made up my mind to smart myself first and went to the woman’s room.

I’ve always liked to look at my reflection in the mirror. I did a lot of things in front of the mirror when I was younger and my parents were out. Now I was looking at myself with pleasure. I don’t usually wear a bra ’cause my small breast is rather elastic and doesn’t need any support. Today, however, I put on bra. It compressed my two breasts from both sides and they looked bigger. My décolleté showed two beautiful hemispheres bordered with white lace of the bra.

The dress itself fell freely in folds and reached the middle of my thigh. When I walked it jumped up revealing my tanned legs. Usually visiting clubs I don’t wear panties, but this time the dress was too short, so I put on tiny string-panties emphasizing my beauty.

Now I was standing and looking at myself in the mirror, making faces to myself when suddenly she entered the toilet. There was noting special in her. She was wearing a black top displaying her belly, a bra with black lace on her shoulders and black panties were seen over her jeans.

-Hi! – A stranger said and stood behind me.

Her hand with expensive manicure appeared from my back; she embraced me and put a hand on my breast. I was looking at her fingers reflected in the mirror and felt my nipples becoming harder. The girl made a step aside, passed my thigh with her hand, delayed on the bottom, rode my dress up, stroke my ass again and… left me.

She smiled to me, made a few steps back as if she was moving away from me, turned round, entered the cabin and closed the door. Holding my breath I was looking at her being unable to move. The door of the toilet opened, I heard some steps and came to myself. I turned to the door to leave the room and ran into a young man, face to face. He grinned having noticed me being so surprised. He looked at me, passed me calmly and entered the cabin the girl came in. I instinctively moved backwards and left the room. I could hear the music, but that wasn’t the thing I was interested in. I went in again and occupied the cabin next to the one where those two were.

The sound of kissing was rather loud. Sometimes interrupting the kisses the man said something in Hebrew, and then continued kissing her. A piece of their clothes fell on the floor. The girl moaned, then again, and then she moaned very loudly… Something hit the walls of the cabin several times. The girl moaned again and I distinctly heard squelching rhythmical sounds. I couldn’t bear that any more. Riding up my dress I took off the panties, they fell on the floor and I stepped over. My heels clanked on the ceramic floor and I realized I showed I was there. But I couldn’t stop; my hand was giving me pleasure.

I leaned against the walls with my bottom, stood the way it was comfortable for me, slid the hairs on my pussy and began stroking the clit. I was doing that carefully, not pressing it much as it was dry. The tip of my middle finger pushed this fold between my vulva lips from one side to another, passed over it and stroked, pushing it again. I felt real pleasure and pressed the clitoris harder. The moans from the cabin grew louder; the girl didn’t feel shy because of me. Now I moaned and my finger went into the vagina. It was so wet. I took some of my own lubricant and spread it over the crotch, hair of my pubis and my anus. My digit penetrated the pussy again and I began putting it in and out.

It was really wet… but one finger wasn’t enough for me. I added the second and the third… and in rhythm with the frictions I felt from the cabin next to me I started fucking myself with the palm. My second hand was stroking the breast; I damned the bra, because I couldn’t get to my nipples. I didn’t notice anything around me. Nothing existed in this world for me except uncontrollable desire which strained the muscles of my belly bottom… I opened my eyes to check what was going on in the cabin and saw the man went out and was watching me really interested. The door of the cabin was opened, the girl was sitting on the toilet, her jeans and panties were on the floor. Her legs were moved widely apart, the neatly shaved pussy was glistening with the discharge, and semen in a thin flow was coming out of her.

Two people were looking at me, it made me aroused more and I began … coming. Though, I felt shy to do that loudly. And I couldn’t stop the motions, too… I twisted, made faces in a splendid agony, my fingers sensed the convulsions of my womb and vagina. In and in… deeper… ah… uh… yeah… ah….! I twitched a few times, breathed out and stood still. Breathed in and out again… opened my eyes. The guy laughed quietly, came up to me, kissed my lips. I sensed his hand on my thigh, on my wrist. He took my hand away and began stroking my clit with confidence. However, after such a great orgasm the invasion of someone else’s fingers wasn’t pleasant, the man felt that. He kissed me again, took my hand, brought it to his mouth and licked my fingers which were moist from my juices. Then he left me, went to the door, opened it and disappeared…

I looked at the girl in the cabin. She smiled, moved her legs wider, plunged her finger into the semen now flowing plentifully out of her hole and licked it. She dipped it into her pussy again and slowly stretched her hand in my direction as if she was offering me to try her partner’s semen. I came to myself, adjusted my dress and saying nothing left the toilet.

Almost reaching the hall I noticed I was carrying my panties in my hands. I put them into my bag quickly and joined our company. They didn’t notice I was out for ten minutes as they were drinking cocktails. Not to look different I drank my glass immediately, ate a cherry, leaned against a comfortable armchair and looked around…

My new friends weren’t there, my husband was telling an old funny story and our friends at the table were listening with no interest at all. And here I made a mistake!

I felt bored and went to the dancing place. The dance finished soon, I turned to our table and waved to them, even called them to join me. No one heard my call – the music was loud, and my gestures weren’t noticed, too. At this moment another song started and it was very rhythmical and fast. There weren’t many dancers, and even those who were dancing went to their tables. I was standing near a small stage with a bright pole from the floor to the ceiling. I went up that stage, started dancing, then I began using the pole, dancing around it. DJ noticed me and pointed the projectors at me. All the people looked at me immediately, our company also did that.

- Aha, now you see me! – I thought angrily. – I’ll show you all I can do!..

I began dancing very erotically, moving my thighs in Shakira’s style. I wasn’t taking off my clothes, it wasn’t actually needed. My stage was high and my light flying up from each my movement dress wasn’t hiding the fact I wasn’t wearing any panties. Everybody noticed my tanned legs, rounded bottom, hair on my pubis. I wasn’t showing something really special, I was dancing the way I felt at that moment. I didn’t ride my dress up; it was flying because of my dancing. Later my husband told me that I was showing my cunt to everybody. But I didn’t! You could see it, then you couldn’t, you could, etc. – that was my game, my dance… I felt well about being in the center of attention.

When the music was over and I left the stage everybody was applauding to me, men and women. Everybody was seeing me to my table…

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