Simultaneous Interpreter
At the large communal table in the hotel dining room, Lika kept up the conversation and laughed along with the other girls, all the while watching the neighboring table out of the corner of her eye. There, sitting apart from the whole team, were their coach, Sasha, a handsome 28-year-old guy, and their school's deputy principal, Alla Ivanovna. Alla Ivanovna was pushing forty, but that didn't stop her from laughing loudly every now and then, adjusting her hair, and looking at Sasha with a lingering gaze.
Lika was seething inside: for some reason, it wasn't jealousy that infuriated her, but the thought that Alla Ivanovna was married, everyone knew that. Look, there's even a ring on her finger, but she doesn't even seem embarrassed by it. It was written all over the deputy principal's face how she wanted to use this trip to spend time with the young man, and neither her wedding ring nor the presence of the group of schoolgirls could stop her.
The feeling of injustice was further fueled by Alla Ivanovna's appearance. How could she, an ordinary forty-year-old woman, expect attention from this athletic, muscular young guy, who had a real six-pack and an even tan from the tanning salon? And knowing that he coaches not just anyone, but the school's synchronized swimming team—the slimmest and most athletic girls in the school. And in the sports world, it's somehow not customary to look at ordinary people with imperfect figures.
Alla Ivanovna, meanwhile, continued her business, and Sasha displayed miracles of politeness: not a single line on his face twitched to show that he was uncomfortable or bored with the deputy principal. However, dinner was coming to an end, and it was time to go to their rooms.
The deputy principal stood up and called the girls:
— No leaving the rooms at night, no letting strangers in! I'm in room 206, Alexander Igorevich is in 205. If anything happens, knock on my door. Breakfast assembly here in the dining room at 8 a.m. Any questions?
There were no questions. Everyone wished each other good night and dispersed: the girls went to their rooms in groups of four, Sasha and Alla Ivanovna went to theirs. Lika washed up, brushed her teeth, changed into her nightgown, and slipped under the covers. She was agitated by conflicting feelings: this was the first time she had spent the night far from her parents—not even at a friend's house, but in another city. She felt a little scared, a little excited, and wanted something unusual.
Sasha always behaved with pointed correctness towards his charges, no matter how they provoked him. Except that sometimes he brushed them off with jokes cruder than necessary, but the girls only liked that. Nevertheless, he always made it clear that he didn't want trouble from underage girls, and they gradually got used to just teasing him without any hope of anything further.
But now half the group had already turned eighteen! Lika's birthday had been a couple of months ago. Maybe now he would show some interest?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the creak of a door and the click of a lock. In the nighttime silence, it was easy to hear someone come out of the neighboring room, walk a few steps down the corridor, and knock softly. The neighboring room was exactly 206, where Alla Ivanovna was. Lika strained her ears: the door of another room opened, she heard the quiet voices of the deputy principal and the coach who had opened the door for her, then the door closed and everything fell silent.
Lika shuddered. That old woman had gone to Sasha's room! Maybe they were just discussing the training plan for tomorrow, but Lika doubted that. Could that old hag really attract him in any way, huh? Lika couldn't believe that Sasha would fall for such a woman. Or was she blackmailing him? Or do men really not care who they sleep with?
Trying to dismiss these thoughts, Lika turned on her side and began to fall asleep. The door suddenly slammed again. Oh! Did Alla Ivanovna go back to her room, then? That was quick. Either he gave her the brush-off, or she just went in to talk.
Lika imagined Sasha lying in bed in just his briefs, probably thinking that he shouldn't have sent that woman away: he could have had some kind of sex, even if it wasn't great. And then a plan formed in her head. Lika slipped out from under the covers, put on her slippers, and crept out into the corridor.
She stopped at the door to Sasha's room and raised her hand to knock. The sound of splashing water could be heard from behind the door: it seemed Sasha was taking a shower. Suddenly, a lock clicked and a door creaked from deep in the corridor—panicking that she was standing in the common corridor in just her panties and nightgown, Lika pressed the handle of Sasha's door and slipped inside. Her heart was pounding wildly.
Realizing that Alla Ivanovna would come here now and either knock or just walk in, Lika dove into the closet in the hallway and pulled the door almost shut behind her. The deputy principal indeed simply entered the room without even knocking. Lika heard her stomp across the room and open the bathroom door. Sasha immediately turned off the water, and in the ensuing silence, she could hear him drying himself and Alla Ivanovna admiring his body.
Lika gritted her teeth. Alla Ivanovna was saying some sweet, vulgar things, Sasha was grunting in response, and then suddenly mumbled something unintelligible. Lika heard sniffling and smacking sounds. They're kissing, she thought, and peeked through the crack in the closet. She both wanted and didn't want to see Sasha's young lips sink into the deputy principal's red mouth.
But she saw something completely different: a naked Sasha was standing, leaning his back against the bathroom wall, and Alla Ivanovna, in a white bathrobe that had fallen open, was squatting at his feet, diligently licking his cock.
Lika trembled: he had a beautiful cock, straight, long, with a completely shaved pubic area, but the girl trembled more from an overflow of emotions. She was hiding in a room where her deputy principal was shamelessly sucking her coach's cock. Lika herself had no experience with sex, let alone blowjobs.
The deputy principal slurped with her mouth, taking his cock deep into her throat, swallowing it so deeply that his balls slapped against her chin. Sasha rolled his eyes and just stood there, enjoying it, and Lika felt her thighs begin to fill with warmth from arousal. She wanted to try touching that cock, to caress his balls, but at the same time, she was shocked by how deeply and actively Alla Ivanovna was swallowing the shaft. Sasha had a hand on her hair but didn't seem to be helping her movements.
Sasha made a motion with his hand, stopping the deputy principal, and lifted her to her feet. Lika fearfully closed the closet door and hid. Hearing Sasha throw the woman onto the bed, Lika peeked through the crack again. In the tiny hotel room, the bed was literally two meters from the closet where Lika was hiding. Sasha laid Alla Ivanovna on her back at the edge of the bed, stood between her legs, and unceremoniously pulled her white panties up her legs and off, tossing them onto the floor.
— Did you bring condoms? — he asked.
— Yes, here. — Alla Ivanovna began searching the pocket of her open robe, which she was lying on. She found a crinkly packet and handed it to Sasha.
Lika watched, mesmerized, as Sasha's fingers rolled the thin rubber film over his tense cock. There was something so masculine, unusual, magical about it. Sasha, meanwhile, lifted the deputy principal by her legs, bent them, and spread them wide apart, easily plunging his cock into her vagina, framed by dark hair. Alla Ivanovna moaned with lust. Sasha immediately set a fast and strong rhythm, deeply impaling the woman spread open before him with each thrust.
Alla Ivanovna moaned and squealed, rolling her eyes and grabbing with her hands at her robe, then at her nipples and breasts, then simply clenching her palms into fists. Sasha was breathing heavily but remained silent. In a way, Lika was pleased to think that there was no tenderness in his movements: Sasha was just fucking Alla Ivanovna hard, caring exclusively about his own sensations.
Sasha suddenly reached out and slapped Alla Ivanovna loudly on her left breast. The woman squealed, but Sasha only smirked. Switching hands, he delivered an equally loud slap to her other breast. Alla Ivanovna yelped even louder and seemed to try to say something, but Sasha suddenly gave her a real slap across the face and immediately pressed her throat against the bed. The thrusts of his hips became sharper and faster, and Lika watched, breathless, as he moved broadly between the woman's spread legs.
Alla Ivanovna groaned, literally howled. It seemed she really liked it that way. Sasha was fucking the deputy principal with full force, and Lika quietly admired the sight of the tense muscles of his buttocks and thighs. Sasha, meanwhile, released his grip, lifted Alla Ivanovna from the bed, and turned her around, positioning her with her back to him at the edge of the bed. He pressed a hand on top of her hips, lowering her to a convenient level, and entered her again.
Sasha placed one hand on her thigh and with the other grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him, forcing the woman to throw her head back and open her mouth slightly. Lika watched as Alla Ivanovna's entire body moved back and forth, sliding along the coach's cock and shuddering from the thrusts. Her hanging breasts swayed, her back was arched and tense, but when Sasha suddenly slapped the deputy principal loudly on the ass, she jerked her whole body and cried out. Sasha slapped her again, and again, and each time she cried out louder. Lika noticed a red handprint appearing on the white buttock.
The deputy principal began to moan in a special way, wailing and crying out, and Lika realized she was coming. Soon, she collapsed chest-first onto the pillows, leaving her high-raised rear at Sasha's mercy. Sasha, as if nothing had happened, continued to pump her with his cock, thrusting in the same rhythm. Then he suddenly stopped and pulled it out. Lika noticed how the condom glistened from the abundance of lubrication.
Lika could see Sasha positioning his cock a little higher and slowly pushing, sinking it in. Lika involuntarily felt her own asshole clench at this sight—Sasha was gradually pushing his firm shaft into the obedient Alla Ivanovna's rear hole. She lifted herself slightly on the pillows and bit her lip.
Sasha inserted his cock into the deputy principal's ass to its full length and froze, clearly enjoying it. Then he slowly began thrusting. Alla Ivanovna groaned, and Lika clenched her own buttocks, trying to rid herself of the empathetic sensation. However, it didn't last long. Sasha suddenly made a few sharp thrusts and stopped, closing his eyes. He was coming, plunging his cock into the tight ass of this woman and ejaculating sperm into the tip of the condom.
Then he carefully pulled out his cock, removed the sticky rubber ring, and threw it on the floor. Alla Ivanovna fell sideways onto the bed, and Sasha plopped down next to her. Lika immediately closed the closet door, hiding, and listened: Alla Ivanovna was whispering something unintelligible, but Sasha didn't answer. He was probably just nodding.
Lika heard Alla Ivanovna getting up, rustling her clothes, and leaving the room. Peeking through the crack, Lika saw Sasha lying naked on the bed, arms and legs spread out. Well, she had to wait until he fell asleep.
Lika sat and felt the moisture from her accumulated arousal literally dripping into her panties. She wanted to at least squeeze her legs together, but she was afraid of creaking and giving herself away. Sasha stirred, got up, walked to the room door, and locked it. Then he went to the bathroom, turned off the light, and plopped back into bed. He went to sleep, Lika guessed, and prepared to wait until he was completely asleep.
When, by her estimation, an eternity had passed, she opened the door slightly. In the semi-darkness, Sasha's silhouette was visible—he was sleeping, sprawled out, still not having put anything on. Lika carefully stood up, stretching her numb legs, and took a step towards the door. She felt for the lock handle and began to slowly turn it. The damn handle let out a long creak, and Lika froze in panic. She listened: silence. Lika pulled the handle a little more, and it creaked again.
The light switch clicked in the room, and Sasha's voice rasped:
— Who's there?
However, he already saw who. Lika turned around and immediately lowered her eyes to the floor. Sasha was sitting on the bed, surprised, looking at her in bewilderment. In one motion, he covered his nakedness with the blanket.
— Lika? What are you doing here? How did you get in?
— Um... I knocked, and the door was open.
Lika felt as if she were standing before the coach completely naked, and the nightgown and panties were just imaginary clothing on her body. She was sure Sasha was looking at all of her and that he could see everything.
— What did you want?
— The girls have been chattering all evening, they don't want to sleep and they won't let me. I wanted to ask you to tell them... um...
Lika sat down on the bed next to Sasha, half-turned towards him. That way, she felt more covered from his gaze and felt more confident.
— Or maybe I could sleep here with you? Can I? — Lika suddenly, unexpectedly even to herself, stroked the coach's bare leg sticking out from under the blanket.
Sasha opened his mouth to say something, but the girl interrupted him.
— I sleep quietly, I'll be a good girl. — She batted her eyelashes at him and stroked his leg again, this time running her palm a little higher. — Or a bad girl...
The last part just came out on its own; Lika barely managed to stop herself from saying anything else. Sasha looked at her, and the girl melted in his eyes, getting confused in her thoughts, movements, and desires. Her hand slid even higher up his leg, and he suddenly took her by the palm and pulled her towards him so that his face was very close—right in front of her eyes. A hot warmth emanated from his male body; she felt it on her neck and cheeks—or was she blushing?
Sasha pulled her even closer, and their lips met in a kiss. It was good, hot, sensual; this she knew how to do—and she responded to this passionate kiss as best she could, enjoying every touch of their lips.
Then the room spun; Lika found herself thrown onto her back with Sasha right above her. He was lifting her nightgown, caressing her small breasts, and stroking her entire body—so flexible and so desperately yearning for desire—with his strong palms.
She stretched out beneath him, opened up, wrapped her legs around him, and arched, trying to press closer, to feel his strong, athletic body with every cell. Sasha was aroused: Lika felt his tense cock pressing against her pubic bone—only her thin panties separated them, but soon those were swiftly pulled down.
Sasha kissed her firmly and whispered, "Wait." He pulled out a started pack of condoms from under the bed, tore off a square, and opened it. A strange thought spun in Lika's head: now Sasha would put on a condom for sex with her that the deputy principal had brought. This thought strangely aroused her.
The man's fingers deftly rolled the rubber ring over the firm shaft of his cock, and Sasha turned back to the girl, resuming the same position on top. Lika wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered shyly:
— Sorry, this is my first time.
Sasha froze for a moment, then kissed her on
the lips. He stroked her hair and assured her that everything would be fine and it wouldn't hurt at all. Then he kissed her again, embracing her and pressing her whole body against his. Lika pressed into him with pleasure, feeling his firm muscles and the burning heat of the aroused man