The bus with a skiing pace was playing in the direction of the city, repaped by a ruthless fiery disc, turning towards sunset, but not a giving and the slightest hope of a break from unbearable stuffiness.
People in a crowded, stuffed, like herring in a bank, salon, exhausted by the heat, at the slightest reason tore off anger at others, as if they were guilty.
Here and there there were verbal skirmishes, even more injured by the unbearable atmosphere of a stuffy, closed space.
– “You will go out at the next stop?”, – a middle -aged woman leaned on her chest, holding two weighty bags with evaporates on her face in her hands.
The sweaty thick body pressed to me, without waiting for an answer, brazenly pushing, causing irritation and anger.
With a sighing heavily, I turned sideways, trying to let him in, and my hand clasped between me and the female belly.
Breaking to the exit, it stuck forward, after one of the bags, and either squatted, then straightened up, squeezing into a narrow gap, not noticing that the hem of a light skirt, with each attempt, lifted higher, exposing the chubby tanned legs.
The hand felt the grunted gum in a chubby tummy, just below a large umbilical cable, somewhat remarkable reminiscent of a tempting, intimate place in a woman.
Not so much panties as this erotic recess inspired the memory of recently a meeting with a neighbor – Tamara Petrovna, so successfully ending for me.
This was the first woman who was not me, but she seduced me, inviting me to visit the TV. Well, I set it up ..
And in general, are we seducing them? I would like to think so, an Anteria male pride. But in fact, they choose and seduce, favorably assuming to their body, possessing incomprehensible sensible sense of instinct.
So frankly and impudently, no one ever manipulated my feelings, like Tamara Petrovna, forcing her to fulfill her the slightest whim, Anteria with the illusion that this is my own initiative.
Pleasant memories were slightly swirling, pouring over the body with a voluptuous languor, causing an irresistible desire to touch the umbilical cable, gently draw a finger, check its depth.
But I was not arrogant, sophisticated in communication with women, especially much older than me, suitable in my mother. From a frank touch, feeling inconvenience, shame, he tried to pull out his hand out of the vice, not raising his skirt even higher than the hem of the skirt, the arrogant woman.
– “You will knock all my teeth with my elbow! He waved his hands! – He stopped a sharp shout. – lower her right now! You don’t go in a taxi!”
– “Do not like it, go in a taxi yourself!”, – angrily flashed through my head, and the hand sank even lower than it was, feeling a naked sweaty thigh, the edge of panties, with tough hair tearing from under it.
– “Now it will start to yell that I got into my panties,” thought, realizing the inconvenience of the situation, and the blood rushed to his face, covering his cheek with a light blush. – Here is the sick!”
– “I will imagine that I am pawing her? The old cow, milking grew like an udder, who will pose on you? – I justified myself, but it was not possible to remove my hand, and it climbed forward, more persistent, as if specifically, clinging to it, not paying attention to it. – At least shaved there!”
– “You still put my hand between your legs,” thought irritably, feeling the back of his hand touched the curly lawn, under a thin cloth of panties.
With each movement, the hairy pubis was more and more clearly felt, slightly covered with freely tight -fitting cloth, and the woman, as if mocking me, pushed her belly, unsuccessfully trying to squeeze the thick ass closer to the exit.
– “Young man, you can at least move a little,” she hissed, losing patience, like a snake. – Not one eat. Skip! I have to go out!”
Having restrained irritation, I smiled, turning my head:
– “Woman, where will I move? The bus stop, go out, let you go, calm down ”
But she was like a deaf, desperately squeezed to the door, allowing her to wander freely along the furry vegetation, to study the exciting relief of female pubis, under the tummy hanging over him.
Anger to the impudent, pushing woman gradually disappeared, giving way to natural interest in the female body. Touching the forbidden flesh, terribly excited consciousness, forcing all the senses to move to the back of the palm.
The male instinct clouded the mind, forcing to overcome the fear of the scandal, boldly move his hand.
The convex pubis, a deep crevice, rising high on it, trying to hide in the folds of the fat, and it continues to crush the stomach, not feeling this, not feeling this.
– “Here is a shameless bitch! He does not think for a man at all, sits on his hands, as a member, and she, if only henna!”, – flashed through his head, feeling how the blood of the genitals poured with the blood, pulling Istoma spills in the lower abdomen.
No, this has never happened to me, so openly and brazenly, touch an adult woman, and she does not even attempt to evade such a frank study of her charms.
Do I touch her, she climbs to me myself!
No, it’s still cool to ride a crowded bus next to such fools!
Volustment thoughts flashed through the head, supplementing with imagination unexplored areas of the alluring crotch, completely disconnecting from reality.
There was nothing around, only the back of the palm pressed to the bottom of the female tummy, in places slightly hidden by a thin fabric of panties!
– “It’s a pity that it comes out,” flashed with regret, wandering over the bare pubic, covered only with tough hair, due to the fabric that has moved towards the fabric, “it is interesting that it would be next?”
– “Does she really feel anything? – drilled lustful thoughts, and the hand continued to explore the pubis, – feels! I decided to get lost of the vagina, but here is such a convenient case! Moreover, the boy is young, modest, suitable for her sons!”
And as soon as the bus began to slowly slow down, realizing that it would slip by soon, it would go out at the stop, I turned my hand, covering the female bosom, either from anger, or from the desire to show me what I had brought to, and the boy is far from beforeher. Or maybe simply, from the lack of brains, succumbing to a fleeting, depriving reason for desire.
It trembled, twitched, like a caught sparrow. A woman, not letting go of the hands of bags, frantically tried to move her legs, but the right, far -forward, did not allow this to do this.
She jerked, looked up in surprise at me. My eyes met, and I saw in them the horror, some doomed humility, my own guilt for what happened.
– “Please … miss. I have very heavy bags, – barely audibly flew off her lips, and, covered with a blush, lowered her eyes, afraid to openly say so that I would remove my hand, not fully understanding or, not at least, to believe in what is happening. – I have to go …”
There was no longer a arrogant voice, evil notes previously sounding in it. He trembled, asked an ingratiatingly, begged to miss it, causing a reverse reaction in me.
– “And I can help you,” he said, not taking his eyes out, moving towards the crotch slightly hanging in the crotch, crushed to the bare vagina and staggering his hand between the legs arranged, covering the chubby rollers, with the alluring crevice between them. – You can carry them far?”
It seemed to me that she would fall now, frantically trying to move, sweaty hips, trying to sit down, evade a shameless grip! But if she even lost consciousness, then she would have remained standing, compressed by the vice of human bodies.
Widely opened eyes stared at me, a ajar mouth was ready to scream:
– “Save, help, rape! They climb into his underpants!”
But she eagerly swallowed the air, even more covered with paint, stirred silently with her lips, looking with an imploring gaze. The pause dragged on and I, smiling, calmly said:
– “So I will help you convey bags, it will not be difficult for me. You can’t wear such weights to a woman “
She immediately looked away, drooped her head, resigned to her position, not knowing what to do.
Scream and dozens of sarcastic remarks to sprinkle from all sides, not believing it, humiliating and so trampled dignity.
Whoever believes that the young, suitable for sons, a pretty guy standing with her back almost his back, climbed into his underpants! Yes, and how she allowed this! Nonsense, just nonsense! And if you allowed, then who are you after that, why scream about it on the whole bus, enjoy silently.
And why did he need an old woman, because there are so many beautiful, young girls around.
– “No, thanks. I … “, – my lips trembled, not daring to raise my eyes on me, feeling the hand roaming between the legs, touches the scallops of the small labia lips, so seductively peering out of the crevice, surrounded by fleshy, hairy hills.
I could not believe that I was holding an adult woman, much older than me, for the vagina, putting her hand in her underpants, in a crowded bus, and she does not even try to break out, resist, not indignant, stands dutifully, blushing, lowering her eyes, waiting for a solution to her fate.
The voluptuous wave of lust covered the mind, refusing it in critical thinking, forcing it only to think about the availability of its charms. Never before, I have never felt such a real sexual power over a woman, falling into her internally!
– “Well, what are you, it will be very pleasant for me to help,” caressing the tender flesh, sticking out of the crevice, trying to say as calmly as possible, feeling that she caught his breath and the heart breaks out of his chest. – No one will meet you?”
Say that at the bus stop is waiting for a husband or someone else, and I would remove my hand, stayed on the bus, regretfully looking at the retreating figure in the window. But she, having a small pause, somehow doomed, said quietly:
– “No, … no …”
– “And husband?”, – he did not stand up, feeling the fingers feel the nervous trembling of the female body, trying to dilute the chubby rollers, to penetrate the wet crevice.
– “He … on vacation, … left for two weeks …, for some reason she frank. – He’s not in now …”
– “You see how good it is that there is someone who will help to convey bags. I hope you are not against my help?”, – said, feeling how from unexpected good luck, his legs are jammed.
– “No, … it is necessary …”, his voice trembled, as soon as the middle finger pressed between the hairy lips, and they fudishly began to let him pass, either forbidden to penetrate the moist crevice, or refusing to help.
– “No, what are you, I will help you! It’s not difficult for me, it’s even pleasant to provide the service of such a beautiful woman, ”said, feeling how he slipped through, poured out by the inner heat of the female womb.
She trembled with her whole body, as if she had beaten the chills, was not able to utter a word, being in a half -fainting state.
What a woman thought at that moment – I don’t know, intuition, understanding perfectly well that I won’t let her go, I want more than research, touching the genitals.
– “Seryoga, we leave,” shouted to a friend, pulling his sweaty hand from under the skirt, pushing himself to the open door as soon as the bus made a stop.
I helped her go out, taking first one, then the other bag, delicately giving a hand.
From the outside, we could take us for relatives, even a mother with a son, or very good friends, if not for my burning look that evaluating female forms.
She was not very young, about forty years old, with a back of his head, dyed in golden hair, a motley skirt, just below the knees.
Small stature, with short legs, a wide pelvis and decent breasts, bursting a white blouse with a small neckline, from the short sleeves of which chubby handles peeked out.
In an open sock of light brown sandals, on a low heel, small fingers were visible, with shabby pink varnish on nails.
An ordinary nondescript gray mouse, which I would never have paid attention to, but at that moment she seemed the most desired in the world, created for love and pleasure.
On the face, with the absence and hint of cosmetics, a stupid smile wandered about trembling lips, either from fear, or from doomed humility, the desire to obey male will, or maybe simply, not knowing how to stale, what to do in this situation.
– “Wow, how heavy they are! – said, hugging by a rather narrow waist, feeling a nervous trembling ran out of touch over her skin. – Is it possible for a woman to wear such severity? Seryoga, take bags “
We walked along the forest belts. I, confidently hugging her, feeling how a member tensed from desire, the beating of the heart into the groin, not knowing what to do next, and a friend a little from behind, drag a heavy luggage, not understanding what was happening, looking at us with surprise, looking at us with surprise.
She could abandon our help, scream, break out of her arms, but did not do this, dutifully walking nearby, allowing her hand to shake her body shamelessly.
– “Where are you going? – Suddenly timidly, trembling voice, asked, interrupting the silence. “I … I have to go home, … they are waiting for me …”
– “What are you silent? – I laughed, lowering my hand on a sloping buttock. – Do you want to invite us to visit? So tell me!”
The woman immediately calmed down, did not answer anything, and we went through a small forest, along a narrow path. In less than a minute, they went to a small clearing from all sides surrounded by a thick shrub. She stopped abruptly and quietly, almost crying, in a pleading voice, asked:
– “Boys, what do you want from me?”
– “You are good guys. I have two sons, such an age as you. You would be pleased if your mother had done what you want to do to me?”
From her words, like a stone, he fell off his heart, openly saying what I could not say, not knowing what to do with her further.
Perhaps we would bring her home, regret after, recalling an unused opportunity, but she herself pushed us in the right direction, forcing us to openly confess her desire.
– “What is your name?”, – not answering the question, I asked.
– “Valya,” she said, retreating a little back, bashfully lowering her eyes. – Valyusha “
Name yourself by name and patronymic, protect yourself from us with a barrier, create a distance, and it would be more difficult to overcome them, encroaching on its dignity.
For a second it seemed to me that she was an ordinary peer, a girl from a neighboring street, whom I just had not seen, not paying attention to her.
– “And you have a lover, Valyusha? A man who sleeps with you periodically? Except her husband?”
She blushed like a driven animal, cast a bashful look at us.
– “I have … I have … have! – either from stupidity, or bewildered, blurted out, looking at me with a challenge. – Of course, there is, but what did you think?”
Or maybe say so, made her ordinary shame, for a fleeting desire, covering in a bus deprived of male attention, for his woman stupidity, allowing such a frank touch. Who knows, but the falsehood of her words terribly cut a hearing. She was like a little girl tried to prove what did not exist.
– “And often he fucks you, Valyusha? And husband, how to relate to this? Or he doesn’t know that you have a lover?”, – grinned, provoking to further lie.
– “Don’t even dare to think about it!”, She cried out, making an attempt to take bags and break out of us.
But I did not allow this, hugging a chubby calf and digging my lips into a slightly parted mouth. From surprise, the woman threw her head back, dutifully exposing her lips, kissing, but suddenly shuddered, as if remembering something, began to resist, trying to break out of her arms.
Her resistance was just as unexpectedly ended as it began.
Soft, supple lips went towards, opened like a bud, allowing the tongue to penetrate the tongue, gently caressing the sweet mouth, tearing a quiet, a lingering moan, very similar to the purring of a cat.
– “How sweet are you!” – whispered, not looking up from her.
She calmed down in my arms and cried silently. We stood, so a few minutes. I enjoyed the taste of a mature female, wandering her hands over a hollow body, and she sobbed softly, dutifully providing herself to kisses.
Her legs were jammed, and it seemed to me that she would fall now when he unclenched her arms, leaning her against a lonely standing oak from the bushes.
– “I think you are deceiving us,” said looking at her, unbuttoning the upper button of the blouse. -You are fucked very rarely, if someone is fucking at all. Once a month? Once a year? Or less often? Admit Valyusha, here all your own “
I said, not believing that I would pronounce such arrogant words to an adult woman, and she nodded her head, agreeing with me in everything, doomedly watching how the buttons on the blouse were unfastened, as if wanting to stop the conversation unpleasant for her.
– “And today you have the opportunity to try young, healthy guys, unless of course you are against it?”, Removing the blouse, he said quietly, in a voice that did not suffer objection, feeling that I was losing my last drop of reason from its humility.
The snow -white fabric slipped over her bare hands, and they jerked slightly, as if trying to smell the floors, press them to the chest and scream: “What are you doing? Why do you undress me?”, – but she dutifully, lowering her eyes, allowed her to take her off, throw her at a standing bush.
An old, cotton bras tightly tightened poured breasts, forcing the straps to stick very much into the shoulders, under their weight.
I hugged her, pressed her to me, looking for a clasp on a skirt, feeling a woman’s heart beat. Kryuchki creaked plaintively, the snake flooded, weakening the tension of the belt.
– “You agree?”, – said, grabbing the hem of the hem, and pulled up, and she dutifully raised her hands, showing the hairy armpits, allowing her to take it off, just like a blouse.
Her humility and accessibility struck me, could not meet my head, and more and more spraying the passion for this cute woman. Or he is afraid of us or stole by male attention, affection? I could not understand this! Knowing only one thing that it is already impossible to stop! She herself allowed to do with her what I wanted!
Valentina stood in one underwear, somehow shy crossing her hands at the bottom of a small tummy, covering the hairs shining through the white fabric and breaking out along the edges, free panties, doomed with a bright red blush on cheeks.
She was not the most beautiful woman in the world. An ordinary forty -year -old lady, tired of everyday fuss, is not able to pay attention to herself, but the most desirable and seductive at that moment is for sure!
Hugging a chubby body, palms ran along a bare back, lips, covered the neck with light kisses, feeling the naked body tremble.
Fingers touched the clatter of the bra, and after a moment the tension of the fabric weakened, allowing you to remove the straps from the shoulders, pull it down, exposing the snow-white buns of breasts with huge, like a saucer with light brown halo around the wrinkled, rather large, tapors.
The chest trembled excitedly, hung, expanding to the bottom, like two huge ripe pears, with light blue veins and red stripes left with tight matter.
She did not even try to stop me, with shame covering her face with her hands, like an ostrich, hiding her head in the sand, pressing her elbows to naked nipples, occasionally sobbing her nose.
Fingers grabbed the elastic band of panties, stuck into the body, and pulled down. The thin fabric, rolling a roll, slipped down her hips, exposing a small tummy, with a bright red strip left with an elastic band, hanging over the lush bushes of red hairs, which probably never concerned, a razor blade.
The woman squeezed the hollow legs, leading the knee by the knee, trying to keep them, not to completely take off her, realizing that this is the last bastion, which at least somehow covers her nudity.
Valyushka stood, with his panties lowered to the knees, not moving, under the heated glances, passionately studying the naked body, and I frantically unfastened jeans, trembling hands with excitement, catching between her fingers a look at the panties of the panted flesh.
It is difficult to understand whether she examined me with fear or curiosity, but when I hugged her again, and turned her back, clasping a weighty chest, a quiet moan fell from Valentina’s lips, as if she was looking forward to this.
The palms picked up the weighing chest from below, as if trying its weight, gently massaging the flesh soft, like a down pillow.
Fingers squeezed the papillae, slightly twisting from side to side, and they immediately answered, drowned, became like rubber.
I hugged the supple female body, kissing the neck slightly, clinging to the excited member to the crevice between the buttocks, and she, lowering her hands, stood closing her eyes, with doomed humility taking my caresses.
The left hand sank down, slipped along the crevice, pressing her palm against the labia. Their humidity struck me! Fingers spread their puffy rollers to the sides, slipped between them, feeling the wet heat of the female bosom.
Putting my hand on my shoulder, I pressed slightly, forcing me to lean forward, and she immediately realized that I wanted to bend in her lower back, resting my hands on the rough bark of the oak, taking a step forward, and involuntarily spreading my legs.
Panties, no longer restrained by the knees, slipped smoothly, covering the feet, dropping to the ground, like a surrender flag. She stepped over the fabric, discarding them as an unnecessary attribute, completely agreeing with this.
The head touched the crevice, slipped over it, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not get into the desired womb, slip into the depths of the tummy, feeling the excitement tearing the flesh.
She, then rested on the anus, tearing a quiet moan from the female breast, filled with pain and suffering, then glided between the hairy rollers, looking for entrance to the cave, but all attempts were in vain in vain!
Burning with impatience, I, taking her hand, and led to grass. Currency with humility fell on her back without opening her eyes. Hands wrapped around under his knees, spreading her legs to the sides, and a woman without resistance opened her bosom in front of me.
She was completely wet! From a ajar of a crevice, dark brown scallops, small labias, shiny from juices peeked out. Below she expanded a little, showing the entrance to the depths of the tummy leading to where the altar of love is located, where the sacrament of life is born. Transparent, brilliant moisture flowed out of it, flowing along the crotch to the brown rose of the anus.
The velvet head, glossy with juices, touched the desired cave, and I felt hot female flesh eagerly wrapping it around, draws into myself. Light movement of the hips, and tearing a quiet scream from the female chest, she burst into her, making me completely crazy.
I, like a crazy man, moved inside the tummy, feeling an extraordinary narrowness of the hole, and she opened her mouth wide, eagerly grabbed the heated air, shaking her head from side to side, as if resisting this.
Struck by the narrowness of the hole, I could not enjoy it, wanting this to continue forever, but the treacherous wave suddenly rolled out, forcing me to push my hips even more and tight, hot sperm burst inside, burning the cervix.
– “No, … not there, … please …”, the dry lips whispered, but it was too late, the member was frantically reduced, throwing a portion by a portion of a life -giving liquid into a heated womb.
I suffocated with relief, rising from a woman open on the grass lying with her eyes closed, spreading her arms to the sides and widely diluting her legs bent at her knees.
The muscles of the perineum were reduced, as if she tried to squeeze out everything that I left in it, and a large drop of whitish fluid appeared, then another, they hung over the brown rose of the anal opening and slowly flowed down, spreading along the green grass, a small puddle.
Only here I remembered my friend, standing nearby, with lowered pants, not taking his eyes off the bewitching vision, moving a squeezed palm along the reeded flesh.
He looked at me, as if asking for permission, to take my place and I nodded my head with a smile.
– “No, … no, … just not that! – She screamed, opening her eyes when Sergey had already managed to penetrate the open vagina, trying to get out from under him, pushing his feet from the ground, as if trying to run away. – No, … who do you think me? For whom you are taking? No …”
Her reaction was obvious. She surrendered to me by some kind of well-known feeling, perhaps, experiencing something for me or just jumping over male affection, and then a very young kid tries to take advantage of her openness, not security before the invasion.
But he was much stronger, and she did not break out of his arms, quickly stopping resistance, closing her eyes again, lying motionless on the grass, occasionally sobbing.
And Sergei frantically pushed his hips, and after a few strokes, trembled, as if grabbed the electric wire, tightly clinging to it, trying to penetrate the deeper possible as possible.
– “Ah,” – only escaped from his chest and he, like a subcutaneous, fell on his side, rolling from her, only she straightened her right leg.
They lay nearby, panting, not completely believing, in what happened. Her nipples were somehow unnaturally stuck out on a whipped and hanging body that blurred on both sides, like horns of a young goat, unequivocally hinting at the condition of a woman.
– “Valyusha, you feel good? – He said stupidly, leaning over it and gently running a finger, on an excited nipple. – Liked?”
But she did not answer, continuing to lie with her eyes closed, straightening, her legs slightly divorced to the sides, thinking about something-female, allowing herself to caress herself.
Hands wandered around the naked body, then dropping down, slightly touching the blood-red wound between the legs, framed by thick shock of red hair, then running through the tummy, squeezed poured chest, slightly twisted sticking papillae.
She was just magnificent! Huge breasts, chubby hips, a wide pelvis, emphasized by a rather narrow waist, the right features of the face, with slightly swollen, sexy lips. More beautiful than a woman at that moment in the world did not exist!
The entrance to the vagina resembled a rose bud framed by weighty labia, crowning at the top, peering out of the folds, like a small mushroom of grass – a clitoris.
The tip of the finger slightly touched his head, and the woman shuddered, the inside of the hips were covered with small goosebumps, a quiet groan flew off the ajar lips.
She opened her eyes, looking at a blurred gaze at first at me, then at the fallen, limply hanging member and rising on her elbows, moved her head to the groin.
I did not have time to understand her intentions, the hot lips grabbed the head, eagerly pulled into myself. From such an unexpected, pleasant touch on the legs, a small trembling ran, tearing a light moan from her chest:
– “Oh, Valyushka, … what are you doing?”
But the woman did not hear me, clasping the testicles with one hand, gently squeezing them, and with the other – by the lower back, clutching to her, preventing them from evading an unusual affection for me. She skillfully worked with her lips, tongue, quickly forcing the member to be filled with new force.
Valyushka unexpectedly let him go, fell on her back, clasping my shoulders, dragging me along.
This time we rode the grass much longer.
Her body shook an orgasm several times, but she did not let me out of her arms, forcing me to penetrate deeper and deeper into an insatiable womb. And only when, he was exhausted, he began to decrease in size, slipping out of it, she, sighing heavily, uncheated her grip.
– “Let me go. I have nothing to breathe, ” – flew off her lips, as if I were all this time, and not her, did not let her out of his arms.
Valyushka lay, closing her eyes, and her hands wandered over her body, caressing herself, as if she had not finished until she wanted.
I watched Valentina squeezed her chest, as if milking her, wrapped around her fingers, squeezing heavily, twisting, pulling forward. Voluptuous sighs, broke from dry lips.
It was impossible to believe that a woman who had recently experienced so many orgasms remained unsatisfied, she wished for more affection!
It seemed to me that carefully caressing, torturing herself in front of us, she experienced great pleasure, maybe even more than recent penetration into it. Showing that our efforts only slightly redressed female flesh! Trying to prove something to us!
Excited to what he saw, Sergey began to kneel in front of her and began to frantically tug a member. In less than a minute, a tight stream broke out, irrigating chest with thick, viscous sperm.
She sharply opened her eyes and looked at him in bewilderment.
– “Why did you do that?”, – cried out, sitting down on the grass, and wiping her palm with a drop that fell on her face.
And he, offended by what he saw and her refusal, would accept him like me angrily, he said slightly on his cheek:
– “Because you are a real lustful bitch! I didn’t want to fuck with me! That I’m worse than Vitka or your horned hubby?”
She covered her face with her hands, fell on her back and cried. Only then I noticed a narrow engagement ring on the ring finger of my right hand.
Calming away, she stood up silently, began to collect clothes scattered around the clearing, not looking up at us, as if there was no one here.
Putting on the panties, the woman threw the bras of the bra on the shoulders of the strap, deftly tucked her breasts into the cups, without erasing the remnants of sperm from them, and I, going up to her from behind, helped to fasten him, somehow trying to smooth out the insult inflicted by Sergey.
Having dressed, Valyushka silently moved along the path, and we are behind, dragging weighty bags.
– “Thank you for helping to convey,” she said quietly, somehow indifferently, turning to us when a three -story house appeared. – Then I myself “
We looked at each other with Sergey. Neither he nor I wanted to part with her.
– “Valyusha, you have such heavy bags, let’s bring them to the door,” I said with a secret hope, looking into her eyes. – What will you suffer “
She stood in indecision, not knowing what to do, looked at us intently and went towards the house.
We entered the dark entrance, climbing the steps to the second floor.
– “Here is my apartment,” stopped in front of the door, she said quietly, leaning toward the bag for the key. – I live here”
The castle squealed plaintively, opening the door upholstered with wooden sheets, with shiny metal dolls at the top, and she, grabbing one of the bags, pulled it in a dark opening.
We stood, not knowing what to do, feeling that the door would close now, and we will lose it forever.
Valentina turned, staring at us, something incomprehensible flashed on her face and, smiling sadly, said quietly:
– “Bring a bag, do not leave it on the landing?”
It was the most pleasant burden, which, once, worn, entering the hallway.
She closed the door to the key and said barely audibly, unbuttoning the blouse, slowly removing the thin fabric:
– “Come on, if you may, I will accept a shower”
Valyushka, deftly launched her hands behind her back, unbuttoning the clasp, tension of the bra immediately weakened, the straps crawled off the shoulders, exposing the snow -white buns of breasts. They seductively swayed, surrendering to aching pain in the groin, shining in the twilight of the hallway with their exciting beauty ..
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