However, his unrest was in vain. The car drove to the city center and climbed into one of its many side streets, stopping near a newly built house with apartments of “europlanning”. From the station it was possible to walk slowly in twenty minutes along quiet, shady streets, enjoying the light rustling of leaves.

The hostess, without asking “How much?”, Gave the driver a couple of pieces of paper and nodded to Sergey:

- Come on.

The doorman stood up from his desk, lifted his cap, opened the drawer, took out the keys.

- Good afternoon, Maria Ioannovna. How was your vacation?

- Hello, Vasily. Thank you, good.

She gave me a pen for a kiss, signed the book and went on.

Inside the house was much more impressive than outside. One door was worth something. Previously, Sergei had a couple of deals on building materials, and he imagined what he cost only for the marble itself for the floor and wall coverings, and the workers also had to pay for the work. He did not recognize what the elevator looked like - they climbed a wide staircase to the second floor. With the key taken from the doorman, the woman opened the door.

- Come on in.

Sergey was taken aback. There? In this form? Yes, she was crazy.

- Well, faster, I'm tired from the road. - The first time she expressed her impatience, wiping a bead of sweat from her temple.

Picking up a suitcase from the floor, he entered the hallway.

The hostess came in after her, slamming the door behind her.

- Here we are at home. Would you like a wash? - swaying on shoes, she walked past him, looked into the next two rooms, threw her purse on the table, turned around, looked at Sergey.

- Now I spend you. - Maria bent down, pulled off her shoes and threw the pair somewhere to the side. - I hate Europe for constantly having to go in shoes. Terribly unpleasant, you do not find? Wait a minute - she disappeared behind the doors of muddy white glass and reappeared a few minutes later, holding in her hands the stockings that had just been taken off, which joined the purse lying on the table. - It's hot, sorry for frivolity. Come on.

He drew attention as reluctantly, as if letting out his breath, losing form, settled weightless nylon.

Having lost heels, the hostess, as it seemed to him, did not diminish in height, and only her gait became softer.

Sergei lingered for a few seconds in the hallway, hesitating to hesitate to take off his shoes for himself or not. He decided not to take off - the sneakers, he assumed, were cleaner than his legs.

The bathroom was like a work of art. All in the mirrors, with wall cabinets hidden in them, mother-of-pearl-white toilet and bidet, the same sink, a stand-alone shower cubicle, finally, the bath itself, recessed in a kind of pedestal.

The hostess got up on him, squatted down, turned off the tap. And without that rather short dress, it rode up, having passed all imaginable decencies. And the woman, as if not noticing this, bent down even more, touched the pouring water with her fingers.

- Bathe, I'll bring you other clothes.

Sergei turned to find a latch on the door, but it did not turn out to be. He had to be content with just a slight click, with which the door slid out of the wall, separating him from the corridor. I did not particularly want to reflect on the vagaries of a beautiful young woman who had brought a random homeless man to her apartment. I remembered only a phrase from Bulgakov's “Heart of a Dog”: something about Grandma Sharik, who slept with a diver.

“Maybe my grandmother, too, slept with some, if not with a diver, then surely with a scuba diver?”

Throwing off his clothes, he left her in the middle of the room and climbed into the bathroom, which had filled more than half.

The water was burning hot, I had to hold my farm with my hands so that it got used to changing temperatures.Water streams from different points plunged Sergei into real nirvana. He lay enjoying the long-forgotten sensations, scratching the dirt that was beginning to soak off him. Somewhere in the apartment music began to play.

The door opened and, singing, Mary entered the room.

- “You prefer the plane, and I ...” You are already washing? That's good.

She was all in the same dress. Going to the bathroom (Sergey automatically covered his private parts with his hands), the hostess asked in surprise.

- Why not foam?

Leaning over his face, the woman leaned with one hand on the surface of the pedestal, the other reached for the bottle behind his head. In this case, her hands were pulled together, and magnificent breasts appeared before him in the most favorable perspective. True, it lasted only a moment and after a second, Maria plentifully poured water from a bottle. Following a thin stream, large shreds of foam immediately heaved.

- That's better. Do not be shy. Washcloths on your left.

And she retired again.

In herself, in her words and deeds, there was something that did not allow Sergey to oppose her in any way. Power and kindness. The kindness of power. The power of kindness.

After five minutes of hard work, the hardest of sponges, the water had to be changed.

The goddess appeared just when the bathtub was full again, without the promised clothes, but with a tray in her hands. A bottle of amber wine, two glasses, sliced ​​fruit, and a couple of ham pieces.

“Did you happen to be hungry?”

Maria put the tray next to the bathroom, then went to the mirror wall, took off the towel hanging there, came back, spread the pedestal on the marble and sat on it.

- Let's eat. Can I feed you?

She took a piece of ham and brought it to Sergey’s mouth. To persuade to open his mouth was not necessary. The meat just melted in your mouth. He knew that after three days of fasting it was very unwise to pounce on food, but these two pieces came in exactly the way. Then his savior poured some wine into glasses and gave him a drink. Sergey has never tried such a wonderful muscat before.

- Now I will wash you. We assume that we have drunk brotherhood.

She pushed the tray aside, rolled up her long sleeves, took a washcloth, soaped it, and spread her arms in anticipation.

- Well, get up.

He was taken aback, but was unable to resist these words, and only again covered his dignity with his hands.

Mary washed it with visible pleasure. Diligently rubbed my back, chest, sides, arms. The sleeves of her dress rolled and got wet from the water, when the hostess put her hands in the bath to wash off the foam from him, or lather the washcloth again. Then it came to his feet. Sergei alternately put them on the edge of the bath, and the woman carefully cleaned each of his fingers. Having finished with her feet, she started on her shin, washing away the soap from each piece of his skin he had won from the mud.

The situation became more and more interesting, finally, only a small part of the body remained unwashed. Sergey's hands have not covered her for a long time, hanging loosely along the sides.

Maria moved away a little, Sergey was reaching for a washcloth in her hand to wash herself, but the hostess threw her into the bath, took a bottle of shampoo, snapped off the top lid and, pressing on the bottle, thinly watered the hairs below his belly. Putting the shampoo in place, she climbed into this vegetation with both hands. If up to this point a member, although it was filled with a little blood, but still freely dangling, now it has become more and more, slowly rising up. After washing away the hair around him, Maria with one hand picked up his eggs, fluttering from the gentle touch, and the second, meanwhile, drove over the stiffened horn. After about a minute of such exercises, she alternately with both hands diligently washed the scrotum first, then the penis, not forgetting the groove along ... Read more →