Is he.

Standing on the staircase, he painfully looked at the bell button. It has been a good five minutes, but he still could not decide. Leave or call? Common sense and the elementary instinct of self-preservation prompted an indisputable decision to leave. The absurdity of everything that was happening seemed so tangible that it could be touched. Feet treacherously become wadded. Leave would be too logical and easy. There was still some second instinct that made him stay in front of that damn door and look at the bell button. It was the same instinct that drove him through the whole city in the half-past twelve night on this unfamiliar street to this house. The instinct that tied his legs, preventing them from running, and chained his gaze to the bell button. How to call this monster, sitting inside and not showing signs of life for years, waiting in the wings silently and suddenly, suddenly beating away in a single blow with a short stroke. What is it? Passion? Madness? Lust?

But the evening began so calmly and promised so much pleasure. The TV showed something instructive, a bottle of beer and a supply of food in the refrigerator foreshadowed a good time, but he turned on the computer ...

Having habitually entered the video conference, he hoped that some kind of cheerful lady would please the hungry audience and his small strip - show at the same time. Yes, the evening began well ...

In the video chat there were several ladies teasing and exciting men, as usual, and several couples fully engaged in themselves. Unexpectedly, a seemingly non-sexual picture attracted his attention, showing only a slice of a nightgown and a bit of the surrounding environment. Through the transparent fabric, he could only see a small piece of his chest, but his imagination quickly painted the missing. Now, through the transparency of the peignoir, he clearly saw very appealing breasts of 25 years old lady? 35? 45 ?. She was clearly bored, lazily answering a standard set of questions for such a conference.

"And could you show a little more ..."

“You look great, I'm on the verge of ...”

"What color are your panties?"

He ventured to write to her too, but so that what he writes is visible only to her and him, but not to the rest.

A few minutes later he learned that she was really bored, it was raining outside and she was currently drinking Martini and trying to have some fun.

It was raining outside his window too ...

“Tease them!” He wrote.

She changed her position and now her figure was completely visible in the picture.

His imagination did not deceive him, even, perhaps, the kind that it painted in his head a little worse than the one that was before him now.

“Wow! This is a crime to hide such a figure! If I were you, I would take out insurance for it. I want to see more! ”

She smiled, took a glass of wine and, taking a sip asked: "What would you like to see?"

Everything! He wanted to see everything! All of her and, of course, without clothes!

Fearing to frighten her off with rudeness or a phrase that she would not like, he wrote only: “I would be glad to see everything, but the choice is yours.”

She slightly lowered the strap of her nightgown and turned the camera so that you could see the perfect line of shoulders and her delicate, slightly tanned skin.

The lady was already clearly tipsy! Skillfully flirting and moving erotically, she mocked a crowd of twenty people in a matter of minutes and very soon brought everyone to a state of higher intensity.

Now he wanted to be near her, to feel the tenderness of her skin, to cause in her the same crazy desire that seized him! He unzipped his pants, took out his dick and began to masturbate

"If I could only show you how much I want you ..."

"Show me"

"No, it is not erotic in appearance, it must be felt"

"You are too far away. Feelings can't reach that far. ”

“Where is that far?”

This last question turned out to be fatal. The lady lived not only in the same country and city as he, but it turned out that there was no more than 15 minutes by taxi to the place where she comfortably settled down with her camera.

"You do not want to call?"

This is probably a joke - he thought, but his thoughts involuntarily began to work in that direction.

“We almost ran out of brandy. Can you bring more? ”

"We could have a good time ..."

“Shops are closed at this time, but I have a bottle in the bar,” he thought, horrified by his thoughts.

"Do not be afraid, we are waiting for you!" - She smiled again

At the same time, the nightie slightly rocked, giving the opportunity to see a little more than the bravest neckline allows.

Then followed the address and detailed instructions on how to find an apartment.

The only thing that was somewhat embarrassing, and perhaps complicating the situation, was this mysterious "we." A small investigation, consisting of only a few phrases, indicated the presence of a certain “third”, obviously male. It was a clear hint of the desire to have fun for three. Mdaaa. He had never tried anything like this before, but it sounded so exciting for him that even thinking about it, he could not resist the first time in his life and had finished without having time to put on his trousers.

10 minutes later, when he was standing on a dark street and catching a taxi, common sense prevailed and he even lowered the hand with which he tried to stop the cars passing by, but this lasted no more than a few seconds. Imagination immediately drew another breathtaking picture and he had to urgently think about the last football match, so as not to get the pants dirty again right here on the roadway.

Erotic paintings pursued him one more tempting than the other all the time while he was driving.

And here's the result - he stands in front of the door without having a clue what to do next.

Behind this door can be anything, from a charming beauty in a transparent dressing-gown to a dirty brothel full of sad-masochists and perverts.

He tried to relax and catch at least some sound from behind the door. Nothing. Only the sound of his own heart, which beat not in the usual place for him, but much lower. And it was this unbearable pulsation that irresistibly pulled his hand to the bell button. It was absolutely unreal to not obey this pulse and he called.

She is.

"God, well, what a longing."

Every thought of her life began with this thought and it ended with the same phrase. Every evening she turned on her computer, every day she put on an increasingly challenging outfit and sat down in front of the camera. The video on the screen did not spoil the variety. The phrases were the same and sometimes it seemed that there was no need to type them. Everything was going on when and by someone beforehand written script. Deadly predictability of every word and gesture.

"Do you want me to finish for you?"

“Want to see my dick?”

Here are idiots! And they think it should excite me!

But she wanted very little. All I wanted was for her, a charming woman, to be seduced beautifully and confidently. Truth be told, the task was even simpler. She had long been seduced. It was necessary only to find someone who would recognize this fact and took him for an axiom, which, as we know, does not require proof.

She wanted to play - tempting, exciting, interesting. She wanted an interesting and sexy man. She wanted to add variety and sharpness to everyday and sexual life. She wanted to be admired.

She wanted to ...

It is like a magnificent reception. The table has already been laid, all the changes have been prepared by the best chefs of all times, the flavors are spinning and all this magnificence of culinary art awaits its gourmet.

But the dilemma is that exquisite dishes do not tolerate vanity and haste. The chefs did not try so that their creations were swept away like hamburgers in a cheap diner. A true connoisseur should appreciate everything and enjoy every detail, savoring ...