Obeying an inaudible signal, the gates opened. Automatic garage, elevator straight from there, clean and in the mirrors, no urine smell, no bugs ... Probably not.

When the door swung open, we found ourselves on a wide platform, more like an art gallery. There are portraits on the walls, vases with flowers below. Tasty smells confident prosperity. The wealth of the hereditary princes, and not the modern new Russians, is food for anecdotes.

- Is it all your apartments?

She burst out laughing.

- Apartments of four families come to this platform! Very decent people, not complaining.

“This is good,” I agreed with a sigh, “when the neighbors are good.”

She opened the door with the same ease as I opened my own, but here, as you might guess, the technique provides all the ease. The door seemed heavy to me like a tank tower.

The apartment is furnished comfortably, with taste, but still, in my opinion, skillful designers, make-up artists have worked, as there are, but where are the nice stuff, scattered things, some irregularity, which is peculiar to everyone? Several apartments, I thought with sullen delight. She explained everything in advance if I suddenly noticed an uninhabited look. Oh, I don’t notice, I’m passionate about it, hormones are twisted from the ears, I don’t see anything except this Rurik-Romanovna in bed. It was not possible to peek into the bedroom, but I think this is not my semi-soldier cot.

She immediately went to the kitchen. I looked around with curiosity. Huge, like Etoile Square, design, built-in units, which I do not distinguish one from another, only a refrigerator and a sign, here are two of them. Sink one, but huge, for some reason double, from hinged lockers at will ask for wine in bright bottles.

Stella set the coffee pot on fire:

“Maybe a snack first?”

I put my palms out in protest.

- After this dinner? ...

- Think about it.

- Never. But you ...

“I'm on a diet,” she said. - Enough and a small sandwich. Or two. What are you with?

- I'm omnivorous.

“Is the stomach okay?”

“The cobblestone will digest,” I assured.

She in doubt raised a beautiful eyebrow, they say, after thirty half of men with ulcers, gastritis, and the second half with prostatitis and other sexual inconveniences.

I smiled broadly and carnivorous, showing by all appearances that for now ... pah-pah! ... this cup has passed me.

Then we drank coffee, slowly and with pleasure. She added sugar at the very beginning, that special taste of burnt sugar was felt, I don’t do that, but I don’t mind, because coffee is always good when it’s good.

Then she slowly began to undress, not taking her ambiguous look from me. She did everything slowly, gracefully, but with a certain amount of awkwardness and shyness, which is clearly the height of artistry, because if not long ago women were asked to turn out the light in an embarrassed whisper, then now even a schoolgirl would not think to do it in the dark.

When she took off her panties, laced and scented, I grabbed her with greedy paws. She whispered softly:

- Do not rush, dear ... We have a lot of time ... Take me gently, slowly ... I want to taste everything ...

I said with coarse masculinity:

- Anatole France said that he prefers old methods in love. Oldest!

- Dear, it was a long time ...

“We knew how to make love in France,” I disagreed. - All these things, dryuchki, which are now taught in erotic courses, then were already in use. But I, like France, do not chase fashion.

- This is not a fashion ...

“There are things that I do not do,” I replied adamantly. - At least on the first day.

- Don't be so squeezed ...

“I'm not trapped,” I explained, “I'm just old-fashioned.”

She looked imploringly, but I kept on assertively, rudely, even if not as a martinet, but as a man of the older generation who is not trained in all newfangled techniques, which is simple as true, but knows from experience that no matter how sophisticated it is, an orgasm does not depend on a pose.She took my head, tried to move me lower, but I unfolded it with a laugh, put it, as I said in my youth, on four bones, and took it simply, energetically and roughly.

She resigned, endured, even began to move and moan, but I squeezed her harder, leaving red spots on a soft white ass, exhaled powerfully, roared, slowly relaxed, patted on the buttock:

- You simply charm!

She continued to stand on all fours. I got out of bed, straightened my shoulders and pulled up my stomach, still taking off, headed for the bathroom. Everything here was sparkling clean, shampoos, ointments were lined up on the table and shelves, but still the feeling was that they did not live here permanently.

When I left, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a pink lush dressing gown. Her face was flushed, her hairstyle was lost, and she deftly dismissed her hair.

“Wow,” I said anxiously, looking at my watch. - Heck! And I have a dog there negulyanaya.

- Dog?

- Boxer, - I explained affectionately. - Such clever! And intelligent ... Imagine, he always calls for dinner, he understands everything ...

Dog lovers can talk about their dogs for hours without even repeating, but I talked about Khryuk only while I was dressing and pulling on my sneakers. She framed her cheek, I smacked her sonically, turned to the door.

She pushed the castle dog, asked somehow hesitantly:

- I hope you still find time for me?

“Oh, I dream about it,” I said hotly. - It was so wonderful!

Cheering, she said with a smile:

- And next time you will find time to work with me ... more? Not on the run? And that, as they say, without removing the skis ...

“I should,” I agreed. - To hell with them, habits, Anatoly France ... Even with television cameras.

She recoiled, as if I suddenly tried to bite her by the nose. Eyes widened already in genuine fright:

- What ... are these cameras?

“One in the chandelier,” I explained, talkatively, “two in the corners, the fourth in that heaped-up fan.”

I was smiling friendly, and her face was covered with deadly pallor. In the eyes of fear flashed:

- You knew?

- Of course!

“But ... how? ... from where?”

I gently ran my hand over her cheek. I felt how heavy hot blood fills down there, although at my age it takes several hours or even a day to get this reaction.

- You simply charm. Never mind, but take ... well, you know. You are beautiful, and even the evil dog does not bark at the beautiful ones.

The lock clicked, I went to an empty area. Stella looked after the eyes widened in fear and misunderstanding:

- If you knew ...

“Yes, I knew,” I said in a burst of understandable masculine boasting, “I checked myself to be properly photographed!” Tell the guys, even with a film of the coast, they would not spoil it. I will show my friends.

The elevator buzzed softly, I nodded amiably, the door swung open silently. And then, when the elevator went down, it seemed to me that I heard all the many locks click, blocking her apartment from the outside world.