I wanted a repetition of those sensations and even some tightening of the requirements for myself. I wanted to deprive myself of the opportunity to just hide behind.
Running my hand in panties, I looked at myself on the screen, imagined what could happen and seemed to catch my hand in my pranks, as everyone would open my appearance forcibly unbuttoning a sweatshirt and demonstrate right in the yard in front of this whole crowd of onlookers.
For me it was both frightening and exciting.
I decided that, at a minimum, it is worth repeating such adventures today after my studies. A lot of couples today and while I’m in class, I’ll figure out how to test myself today.
I spent a lot of morning time on all these reflections and washing, and now I was very late. Having had a quick snack, dressing and saying goodbye to my mother, I flew out to class with a bullet.
Concentrating on the quest for myself was only at the last lesson, when I was lucky enough to take the last desk. Here I could look at my phone screen rather freely, and not be caught at the same time.
I looked through the saved photos in my phone and imagined myself in the role of these heroines.
Naked models ...
Related girls ...
Nudes in public ...
Thoughts that I would have exactly the same photos with my participation excited my imagination, and it was difficult to choose something specific for today.
Here on the screen was a photo of a girl without clothes, she was kneeling and caressing herself, and her body was spotted with various inscriptions. The text on the body spoke, at a minimum, about the licentiousness of their owner, her desires and requests. On her face was a dripping mascara and in places there was no lipstick on her lips.
My assumptions as to why such inscriptions were on it and how something like this could have happened occupied the rest of the lesson.
I was most interested in the moment whether this photo was voluntarily taken ...
The flow of thoughts broke the noise of moving chairs and the rustle of closing notebooks. The lesson ended and everyone was in a hurry to leave the office, because the school day for today ended and the people were already in a hurry about their business.
I left my class one of the last thinking about inscription on my body.
In the end, I decided to buy a couple of markers in a stationery store, located in the middle of my way to the house, but I could not decide on the text of the inscriptions.
I got to the store without incident, got one black marker and a set of markers, the changes occurred because all the markers were permament and I was not sure that it would be erased from my body at all. Therefore, the choice was on a felt-tip pen, but one by one they were not sold here.
Later I purchased and threw wet sanitary napkins in the same package.
I constantly scrolled this photo in my head, I was eager to repeat it and at the same time I wanted to repeat yesterday's adventures in the yard. Well, I don’t remember how my thoughts stopped not in my own apartment, but in an abandoned two-story house.
It’s more like a local abandoned building that we used to climb to tickle our nerves. I knew that house well and how to get into it.
Once inside through the central entrance, the first thing I did was set a goal to examine the house for uninvited guests.
He stands in this state for a long time, and rarely anyone wanders here. All that could be stolen was pulled together for a long time, and therefore only young people took it here, having chosen this place as a smoking room or a place to drink, hiding from the rain.
Having glimpsed the rooms, I climbed to the second floor, and there in a room without windows, supposedly made for a bathroom, I decided to undress and leave my things, and then leaving it to put inscriptions in a more illuminated room.
In the dark bathroom I hung my bag on a nail, and on the floor I put a bag with stationery, took off my sneakers and stood on them, unbuttoned and pulled off my jeans.
Put them on the package.
On top of them lay panties.
Again put on sneakers.
Initially, it seemed to me sufficient to bare out below the belt and not shine in front of the windows, but now I was very excited and wanted to cool.
I took off my blouse, and then the bra.
She took one black out of a pack of felt-tip pens, shoved all the things into the bag and hung it along with the bag.
I took one wet napkin in one hand and a black felt-tip pen in the other and moved to the next room.
There, in the light of sunlight, standing in the back of the room, I painted my body. After three minutes of my work, my body was decorated with such inscriptions: fuck me (over the pussy), whore (on the right breast) and fuckin (on the left).
I decided that it is on these parts of the body that attention will be paid first and foremost, and those who see me should not doubt that I do it voluntarily. My excited imagination insisted on the inscription on my forehead, but I was not sure that I could wipe it off and had to give it up.
I decided to go around the whole house and take pictures in each room. At the top there were two more rooms and a balcony (but I did not dare go to it), and below there were three large rooms with windows, a hall, a couple of small dark rooms and one door in the hall leading to the street. There was another exit, but there was a locked metal door and a wooden staircase remained attached to the balcony.
I passed the second floor quickly and didn’t think much about the poses, just crouched by the window and took pictures. In the third photo, I decided to put fingers in my pussy. erotic stories Here my games dragged on for a couple of minutes so accurately.
And I had the idea to spend all the time on the first floor with a felt-tip pen in pussy. He certainly didn’t feel much when I introduced him, but he moved in me coming and it was even a bit painful to sit down with him. After each room downstairs I wanted something new. Photo by the window and five slaps on the pope. I was even ready to reach the entrance and pose on the windowsill ...
I heard voices right next to the house and panic swept over me. The excitement faded into the background, because many who walk here know me, and if they stumble upon me, the inscriptions will become true.
I ran to the second floor in a closet with things, pulled out my jacket and pulled out other things on the floor, put it on frantically straightening my sleeves, threw off my sneakers, and standing in socks on the floor jerking, jumping jeans. When I put on my second leg, I crashed onto this side with my booty and elbow. It was painful and unpleasant, but there was no time to feel sorry for yourself. I reached for my pants, jumped up, fastened them. Somehow I put sneakers on my feet, threw the rest of the things into the bag, threw the felt-tip pen in the same place.
I proceeded to the balcony without delay, trying not to make noise, descended the ladder and fled the site through a hole in a wooden fence.
It was inconvenient to walk, small pebbles in the shoes interfered, the ass was scratched and itched, the nipples stood out through the clothes, and all of it was covered in gray dust from sand and cement.
But at that moment I was happy.
I rubbed my hands and marks on my elbow with wet wipes.
I was also very worried that the inscriptions on the body did not dry out and would remain on the lining of the clothes.
Upon returning home, I immediately proceeded to the bathroom, dropped the bag and things off myself and got into the warm water.
Before I scrubbed the inscriptions with a washcloth, I took a bit of a sweat, caressed myself and again fantasized scrolling through the adventures of today.
After turning around with a towel, I studied my things.
A big black blot on a bra from an opened felt-tip pen, a bully on an elbow, jeans smeared in building dust from inside and outside ... I am silent about the body. From the marker on the body there were dim marks on the skin that was reddish from the washcloth.
But the impressions were worth it.
She loaded her things into a typewriter, dressed in her home and sat in her room on the bed to look at the photo.
New affection and ideas made me want to continue these adventures.
The very next day, being in the classroom, after returning from a break, I saw someone else's notebook in my bag. It was clean, and inside the notebook there was a note with the following content: “I have a video on which you wandered around the construction site yesterday. I really hope that you still remember what form it was at that moment. And if you don’t want all your friends to see this record and it doesn’t become public, I’m waiting for you in the toilet on the third floor after classes. ”
I got cold inside. Someone saw me.
I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to cry.
Failing to write will not work and then the video with my flight naked will drown my reputation with the ends.
It was necessary to go, because you can agree with everyone. If this record does not roam the hands of friends, it means they don’t want it, but want to get something from me for their silence.
I looked at my classmates.
Then I realized that I did not know who exactly would be waiting for me and how many will be.
The situation was also aggravated by the absence of a signature in which wing of the building, but such a fact - male or female, it would be a toilet.