He was angry and annoyed lately. His twenty-eight-year-old military officer, Sergey Pogodin, who served four years in the south, was driven to the Far North, to a small town. Three days passed, as he and his wife, Olga, moved into a service apartment, and she needed to be settled down and put in order, because of this the mood was even more disgusting. Saved only by the fact that it was summer, not as hot as in the south, but tolerant northern summer, a constant polar day. It was a bit unusual when day and night it is light and the sun, but what to do, service is service.

His wife went shopping, while Sergey sat by the open window and smoked, looking at the house opposite, his shabby facade, curtains in the windows opposite. One apartment caught his attention, just opposite his windows. The curtains were open, the sun illuminated the room. Opposite the window, a huge bed covered with a black bedspread stood on the wall, a shelf with books and a music center on the left, a bedside table with a night light on the right, a TV set opposite the bed, a table and two armchairs near the wall. He liked that the walls of the room were covered with pictures and curly flowers that entangled the whole room.

"Apartment Casanova" - thought Sergey, - "A typical dwelling of the hero-lover, all to seduce women." He looked around at the shabby walls of his apartment, the old sofa, and sighed. Throwing a cigarette butt out of the window, he noticed how the curtains in this interesting apartment swayed, lifted by a draft from the front door. “Well, well, let's see what you are, Casanova,” Sergey sat down again by the window and lit a new cigarette, waiting for the appearance of the mysterious owner. In the room promptly entered, instead of the man Sergei expected, a young woman. Throwing a handbag on a chair, clicking on the music center, she went to the bar, splashed into a glass of a drink, began to drink slowly, swaying to the music.

Lera returned home early today. Having asked for a request from her boss, referring to an urgent matter, she escaped from the sweltering office of the design institute, where she worked as a drafting engineer and ran home, hoping to get rid of her clothes and take a cool shower. When she went home, she threw her bag into a chair, turned on the music, splashed herself a glass of wine. She lived alone in a one-room apartment. She was twenty-five years old, she was not going to get married, she was young and beautiful, and if it weren’t boring work, everything would be fine.

Having finished the wine, Lera split her hair, they scattered over her shoulders, light blond, almost waist-length. She took off her blouse, bra, took off her skirt, stockings and panties. After admiring her slim young body in a mirror on the wall, she went to the window to open the window and suddenly saw a young man, in the window opposite, who smoked and looked directly at her.

“No one lived in the same apartment, the new tenants could be seen moving in,” Lera thought, “Yes, and let him watch.” She did not suffer from complexes, knowing what a beautiful figure she had. She deliberately opened the window on purpose, adjusted the flower pots on the windowsill. Knowing that a man eats her eyes, Lera was even slightly aroused, her nipples tensed, and her belly became warm. She liked when men went crazy about her, liked to fall in love and play with them. Having thrown the last time, a look in a window, Lera turned and went to a shower.

“Wow!” - Sergei did not notice how his cigarette burned out and burned his fingers. He saw a beautiful woman who had completely undressed, and, seeing him, specially teased, standing by the window. The houses were quite close, and Sergei clearly saw the elastic breasts swaying, her nipples tightened as she straightened the flowerpots, her round buttocks moved as she left the room. His mood immediately rose, the world began to seem not so gloomy. He guessed that the girl went into the shower, and took a comfortable position by the window.But soon, the doorbell rang, the wife returned, and he came to her disappointedly, assuming the appearance of an obedient husband, and not a male with burning eyes, like a few minutes ago.

Lera turned on the shower, got into the bath, thinking of a short adventure. “I wonder whether he is alone or not, handsome, young. And though not one, I will play with him, let him suffer. " A soapy sponge slid over her body, neck, chest, stomach, hips. The skin is silky, smooth. Lera was very fond of this procedure of taking a shower, there was some kind of cleansing, calmness in her.

Stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, she looked out the window, but there was no one there.

During the day, Sergey occasionally looked out the window, but the curtains were drawn back while he was talking to his wife, the girl had already got out of the shower and closed the curtains, and he was disappointed. Having reworked a bunch of household chores, he once again sat and smoked by the window, looking at the curtains drawn, praying to himself that they would open.

Lera was resting. After a shower, having made myself sandwiches and coffee, I sat on the bed and watched Vidic. She loved romantic comedies, and in those moments where the lovers on the screen were making love, she felt a slight tingling in the lower abdomen, and her thoughts returned to the man in the opposite window. Nice, even too much. She recalled his gaze, interested, burning. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, and a strong-willed face, a confident man. Lera loved such men, with such you can not think about anything in bed, just lie and enjoy, from strong hands, from skillful lips. Under the purr of the TV Lera fell asleep.

Evening came, although in the north it is not clear when it is light all the time when it is night. Sergey did not see any movement in the window. Excitement from what he saw did not calm down. His wife was saying something to him, preparing dinner, he answered absentmindedly, smoking, looking out the window. Eat without feeling taste, thinking only of her. Wife went to watch TV, offended by his inattention. And he was waiting for:

Lera woke up when it was already evening, sweet stretched in bed. Having sat up for about five minutes in bed, she got up and went to the kitchen. While pouring coffee, Lera felt someone's look, turned around and looked out the window. He was there, smoked again and looked at her. She went to the window with a cup of coffee and began to drink slowly, point-blank, looking at the man. She just physically felt his eyes groping her from top to bottom. He got up, and Lera admired the beautiful male body. He was stripped to the waist, his chest was wide, his waist was thin, his stomach was flat, his chest and stomach were covered with black vegetation, leaving a path down the abdomen. When he brought a cigarette to his mouth, she saw the muscles in his hands rolling. She suddenly wanted to cuddle up to his chest so that strong arms would clasp her waist. She wanted to kiss him, dropping below so that the hair on his body tickled her lips and face. With one hand holding the cup, the other she untied the belt of her satin robe. He flung open, opening her breasts, abdomen and neatly shaved pubis.

True, her pubis was hidden from Sergey by a flower standing on the window sill, but the rest was enough. Lera touched her face with her fingertips, slowly led them along the neck, her hand dropped to her chest, holding her nipple between her fingers. She saw how the fire caught fire in the eyes of the man, how his nostrils flared, like some beast that feels like a female, as the bump on his jeans increases. Lera's hand fell on her stomach, and when her fingers lay on the hot wet sponges, and her finger pressed on the clitoris, she sobbed, released a cup of already cooled coffee that broke on the battery, and sank on a stool by the window, because her legs did not want keep her up Leaning her back on the refrigerator, she spread her legs wide apart and her fingers began to caress the wet folds. First, surface, then climbed deeper and deeper. Her back arched and through her closed eyes, Lera looked at him. He watched, without blinking into her window, spellbound by what he saw.

Her fingers were moving faster and faster, her hand tightened on her chest, and a moan broke from the girl's lips when she reached the peak of pleasure. For a few minutes she is motionless ...