Picolizac in the pizzeria

The fierce and quick jabs of the tongue swiftly brought me to the brink of orgasm, but I still had to work hard for the final release of the valve; I must have been overly stimulated. Only after my own verbal prompts, actually directed at the young man: lick, jab more, push it deeper, come on - and after the frantic jerking of my butt in the direction from which his outstretched tongue was coming, I managed to cross the threshold of climax.

That evening, I was doing the accounts in my already emptied and locked pizzeria, genuinely happy that my small, sweet hospitality business was functioning better and better. Finally, the clothes I had treated myself to buy today were the fruit of the good results of my establishment, because otherwise, if I were still employed at the company where I spent my youth, I would still be wearing worn-out jeans and some from the collection of t-shirts bought in Hungarian shopping. But this way, I liked myself in a dark gray leather suit, in an elegant silk blouse and high boots, which matched in color to the shade. Likewise, what was not visible: a black three-piece set of intimate lingerie and stay-up stockings, were what fed the impression of a successful and attractive, very sexy woman in her early forties, a woman who, having such a feeling, can have whatever she desires.

A gentle knock on the door of the establishment interrupted my self-satisfied thoughts, interrupting me just as I was placing a glass on the table from which I had finished drinking my favorite "balantajn - cola".
- We're closed, kid - I told the young man with lush blue hair, who was trying to see me better through the mirrored door, making a shadow.

- I know, ma'am, I see, but I am endlessly hungry. I would be extremely grateful if you could prepare me a toast or something similar; I think I will die of hunger - the young man exclaimed in one breath.
Well, I won't perish, I told myself, if I give the kid something to eat, and company will be nice. And, thoughtfully - done, the kid was overjoyed when I told him I would try my hand at making pizza. He hadn't expected such a meal.
While I was rolling out the previously prepared dough, I noticed that the young man, although he skillfully hid his gaze, watched me with interest several times. Soon after, he disappeared into the restroom, from which he soon returned with a plastic container full of hot water, detergent, and a sponge that had been set aside there.

- Ma'am, while you prepare the pizza, I will wash the floor of the establishment a bit. And please don't say that it's not necessary, because even if it isn't, it will please me - I listened, confused. When he explained to me how he had regularly done similar "general cleanings" in the army just a month ago, I thought that his idea wasn't so bad, and I gave him permission. The kid immediately got to work in a way that I couldn't even dream someone would put in such effort, but also knew how to work so well.

I interrupted him when the pizzas were ready, and we enjoyed them, and then I watched almost enchanted as he skillfully used the sponge, moving closer to the spot where I was sitting.
- Could you please move your legs a little - the kid said when he got really close to me.
- Where am I supposed to put them - I asked him, confused, as he interrupted my deep thoughts.
- Maybe it's best to lift them onto the table - I heard the kid say this with, it seemed to me, somewhat altered voice. Excited, I would say.

I didn't know how or why, but I listened to him and lifted my legs onto the higher of the two "bars" connecting the legs of the table. Apparently, the young man understood my gesture as encouragement or even a prompt, and in the next moment, his head was pushing between my thighs, kissing them along the way over the soft material of the stockings with a density of only 15 den. I squirmed a bit with my butt and tried to push him away, although I actually wanted to pull him closer, but at the moment his lips touched my skin on the upper part of my thighs, between the stockings and panties, I lost all power of reasoning. I instinctively moved deeper toward the end of the bench, making myself more accessible to his tongue and lips, in the part of my body that needed them. The accompanying effect of moving was also the lifting of the hem of my skirt upward, so I, seeing my panties, hurriedly, in a moment of strong need for satisfaction, pushed them aside. My already swollen and well-moistened kitty flashed all its beauty in the dim light of the booth, and in the very next moment, with relief, welcomed the young man's lips. The kid didn't hesitate, immediately thrusting his tongue strongly into my eager interior, which responded with an abundance of secretions of pure pleasure.

The fierce and quick jabs of the tongue swiftly brought me to the brink of orgasm, but I still had to work hard for the final release of the valve; I must have been overly stimulated. Only after my own verbal prompts, actually directed at the young man: lick, jab more, push it deeper, come on - and after the frantic jerking of my butt in the direction from which his outstretched tongue was coming, I managed to cross the threshold of climax.

The frenetic slapping of my butt against the bench and the heel of my boot on the table, accompanied by a choking 'arhghk' marked my climax, the first after several days of pause, probably also endlessly strong. I roughly pushed the kid out of my intimate zone, as the stimulation began to bother me, with a rather sharp comment saying: stop when you see that I no longer like it!

- Just say it, ma'am, we can take a little break, and if you want, I will lick you again later - he said in such a simple tone as if we had done all this a thousand times before.
It surprised me that he didn't mention sex, but since it was like that - I should use it for a little more pleasure, especially since I had the vision that if I allowed him only cunnilingus, I wouldn't actually be cheating on my absent husband.

As soon as I came to my senses a little, I told the kid to lie on the table, and then, lifting my skirt high above my belly button, I straddled him, positioning my kitty directly over his mouth.
- Show me what you know, kid - I said and heard how through a tuft of my hair, with his tongue already between my lips, he tried to say "yes, ma'am".
As his tongue began to move more vigorously inside me, I also began to move my ample butt more vigorously above the young man's face.

- That's it, kid, good..., very good - I encouraged him and enjoyed more and more as he tried harder. When I felt that I would soon climax, I made an arching motion backward, found the young man's bulge, pulled it out, and began to strongly tug in rhythm with the movements of my hips. It didn't take long, and soon I felt the stretching of the vein I had in my hand. I knew from experience that this would end in a second with a spray of sperm, and that realization "gave me the final blow". I thrust myself down several more times forcefully onto the young man's tongue and felt my body shaking with a devastating orgasm, but also aware of the fact that drops of sperm were soaking my new, expensive outfit, which was gushing from the young man's member like a geyser.

When I completely came to my senses a minute later and caught my breath, and became aware of the realization that my expensive new clothes might not be helped even by dry cleaning, I slapped the kid, on whose chest I was sitting, with such two slaps that the space of the pizzeria echoed eerily.

After that, I sent him away, commanding him to show up again on Friday after eleven. I still need to use him for pleasure a few more times - I concluded with a triumphant smile.