[tarasi]

hi everybody. I still decided to share my story. I was still at the dawn of my development. I entered the Institute, and was in dire need of housing. Since I was not interested in the company of my peers, I decided not to live in a hostel. I rented a room near the Institute in the house of an elderly couple. That's where my strange life began. In my story, I want to tell you how the owner of the apartment celebrated her 60th anniversary. First there was an idea to arrange a Banquet in a restaurant. But then, in order to save money, we decided to make a holiday at home. Of course, it turned out modestly. There were fewer guests than the hostess had originally wanted. Just three married couples of good friends, and two childhood friends, as I understand it. It would seem that the usual thing, a party with friends, a birthday. But! It so happened that the highlight of the holiday was in the end me, and not the hostess. This is a big backstory of how we got to this point. But, briefly. I could afford, or rather I was allowed, to be in the presence of the owners of the house, lightly dressed, or without clothes at all. And so, on this birthday. The hostess, in the midst of fun, when everyone was already pretty happy and relaxed from the alcohol taken, and among them I was. the Hostess took me to another room, and began to persuade me to dance a light Striptease. I was shocked at first, of course. But the hostess found a lot of arguments that I couldn't resist. Say honestly. These are questions of a material nature. When she offered me a chic set of underwear (which means she had been preparing for this conversation for a long time), she said that she wanted to see it on me now. And what is important, she offered me a discount on the rental of residential space. And for me it was a sensitive moment in those years. Well, the luxury gift of linen and wine did the trick. I agreed. We thought a little about how to do it so that it doesn't look like some kind of production. We did it. When we joined the company, the hostess invited me to make a toast, as a representative of the younger generation. That's what I did. And when I went around the guests with a glass of wine, the hostess's husband "accidentally" pushed me a little. And I poured a glass of wine on my blouse. The hostess shouted, " is My gift damaged?". Everyone was intrigued, of course. The hostess told me to take off my blouse faster. A little broken, I took it off. Of course, a lot of compliments in my address, and the evaluation of the bra. And then the hostess's husband tells me to finish the toast I started. And when the toast was all drained, I pretended that I went to put on another dress, to which the hostess said that nothing terrible would happen if I just stayed in my bra, especially since it is so gorgeous. It was unusual and fun. I was drunk and happy. It gradually came to dancing. How older people dance is an interesting story in itself. I took part in it as well as I could. Retro music is something! And so the hostess winked at me, and made a picturesque toast to the younger generation, and of course invited me to fulfill my plans. In fact, according to our plan, I had to take off my skirt during the dance. That's what I did. At that moment, it was no longer difficult and embarrassing for me. I was surrounded, and to the music I did it in the circle of the company, to the applause. Say honestly. I liked the attention effect and the crazy support. They gave me a glass, and I continued to make seductive gestures in the dance with it. But it wasn't wine, I realized. Suddenly, one of the guests picked me up and put me on the table! In an instant, a small area was cleared of dishes. Everyone began to demand a toast from me, at which I had to drink to the bottom. That's how I did it, standing on the table. The music began. After a glass of whiskey, just like that, something went off in my head. Shouts of " Dance Tara, dance!"It was great. In the dance to the cheering shouts, I was gradually left without anything! They even took my shoes. The music stopped. I was taken off the table. I ran to the bathroom to applause and shouts. My hostess followed me. She overwhelmed me with her ecstatic emotions. So many new things were said! Only at that moment, I wanted her to remember it the next day. She thanked me heartily. Then she said she would go and get me something to put on. And I was possessed by a little devil. While she was gone, I did my intimate things, fixed my hair and makeup. And thought! Why not?! There was nothing to hide anyway. I decided to spend this evening as I was at this moment. After looking at myself in the mirror, I decided to play a little pranks. I put pearl lipstick on my nipples. And here in this form again returned to the company. I was greeted by silence. I was even confused, and despite the alcohol, I even felt a wave of embarrassment. I felt myself blushing from head to toe as I tried to cover my Tits and pubes. The only thing I could say at the time was "I thought ....". But then the numbness passed. I was dragged to the table. The landlady's husband became my guardian that evening. The hostess carried the robe back to the bedroom. Then we drank and danced. Be fun. Especially thrills were when we went out on the landing for a smoke break. It was late at night. But it was still exciting. This was my naked experience at this birthday party. And the important thing is that after that I became friends with everyone, and we maintained good relations. I STILL TALK TO SOME OF THEM.