The beauty floated down the street in her high heels as if she was born with them, and everything that was above them moved unusually rhythmically and harmoniously. She was dressed in a tight-fitting black short dress, narrow to the middle of the pelvis, and the last twenty centimeters down to the middle of the thighs are falling apart with numerous soft folds around unusually slender legs. Hips swayed under a narrow waist - no, not defiant, but with delicate sensual charm. I could not recover from admiration. I went after her. God knows how long, forgetting why he came to this street, forgetting everything in the world. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want to lose sight of her.

When she first stopped in front of a shop window, I managed to see her face in half. I probably had a stupid look ... It seemed to me that saliva flowed from my mouth. Then I saw a wide V-neckline on the dress. The full bosom was so high that in the neckline one could see the most beautiful and deep cleft of all that I was lucky enough to see.

“By all the saints I swear that she has absolutely nothing under the dress,” I thought, “how can anything be there if the dress is wrapped around her as if it were her own skin.” I have to tell her something, even if these are the last words in my life ... I have to hear her voice ... “I didn’t dream of anything more. The rest (everything that a mature, healthy man dreams of seeing a deity) flashed in my mind only for a hundredth of a second. She was too inaccessible. Even for me, Munchhausen!

So she stopped again and began looking at the shop window with interest.

Now or never! I gathered together all my courage and experience: either pan or lost. "No, damn it, not lost, but what would such a thing say ... Just now I noticed that she was standing and looking at a shop window. I felt like a head butt. The image that I drew myself while I was following the woman had nothing to do with those sluts who hover around questionable shops of this kind. It seemed to me that she was too rare a creature to have anything to do with IT. And nevertheless, here she stands three meters from the shop for corrupt women.

Perhaps, she, for that matter, is simply much freer and bolder than other women?

The goddess looked away from the window and looked straight into my eyes. She looked at me from the soles to the roots of the hair and once again stared at my steel-gray eyes.

How beautiful she was! She stood, spreading her weight on both unusually slender legs, one hand casually lying on her thigh, and more than a well-built chest just bursting with the fabric covering it. A smile flickered at the corners of her mouth as she said:

- So what now? You studied me so thoroughly from behind. Maybe now I have a little walk in front of you ass? Or will you back up in front of me? We have girls, the main thing is the facade.

Numbness disappeared like a hand, I laughed with all my being.

“You know,” I said, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and the fantasies that I had when I looked at you from behind simply did not fit in my mind.”

“Well said,” she smiled. - But if you are satisfied, let's go for a walk together. - She took a few steps towards and took my hand: - Let's go. We did not pass even three steps, as we again found ourselves in front of the window of that little shop.

“There are those Japanese love balls that intrigue me terribly,” she said, pointing to some seemingly metallic balls connected by a thin cord.- I heard that they help to experience incredible pleasure (she turned to me and, smiling, looked into my eyes). You know how to use them, right?

“Nah,” a sudden stammer suddenly overwhelmed me, “I'm not sure ... They are meant for ... um, I mean, after all, um ... that's the most ... um ...”

She laughed:

- Yes, they are placed in the vagina. They say that when you go with them, the feeling is absolutely amazing.

I was stunned. I have never seen anything like it. Before me stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and spoke about such things and used such words that did not at all correspond to my ideas about women in general, and even more so did not correspond to the image I drew to myself. But it had an effect on me - I felt it and was immediately afraid that it was also noticeable from the outside. She looked at me, still smiling:

- Something happened? You have the expression on your face as if you were seriously disappointed in something. - She laughed out loud:

- You know what, you will do me a tremendous service if you come in and buy them for me - who knows, maybe this will also be good for you.

God, how he moved there in his pants. He was, as always, tucked down his head like a sword, but now he wanted to be free, and pain appeared. She saw everything! She came close to me, raised her hands and laid them on my shoulders. Smiling, she looked me straight in the eyes.

“Let's go,” she said, “let's go in together,” and at the same time she suddenly threw back her back, leaning forward with her pelvis. In terms of height, everything fits perfectly, and I felt a member of indescribably pleasant circular touches. “Ooo, oh,” she said, “we have to do something about it, let's go!”

She took my hand, and the next second we were inside the porn shop. Behind the counter was a woman, defiantly dressed in a corset, mesh stockings and high-heeled shoes. But everything that only half an hour ago would have made me gasp in amazement, now left almost indifferent. It was evident that she feels terribly embarrassed in the presence of the woman with whom he came.

- May I help you? She asked, almost apologetically.

“Yes,” answered my new acquaintance, “I would like to see a set of love balls, but only I am interested in the good ones, those with a small ball inside.”

“Yes, we also have them,” replied the whore in a corset, “but they are very expensive.” Now it's my turn:

“We do not ask you for a price,” I said, “we are only interested in quality.”

The beautiful woman gave me a wide gentle smile that spoke without words: “I knew that you were a real man,” and I felt myself the sovereign of the world!

She clung to me and whispered:

- Sorry, my name is Anna.

- Oleg, - I introduced myself.

The shopkeeper returned with a small box covered with purple velvet, opened it and showed the contents. There were four silver, interconnected balls and a thirty-centimeter cord attached like a tail to all this magnificence.

- These are those in which in each ball there is one more, smaller? - asked Anna.

“Yes, this is the original Japanese model,” she replied.

Anna took the balls in her hand and asked with a sly smile:

- You probably have somewhere to boil some water?

- Yes-ah ... This can be done, - the saleswoman replied bewilderedly and somehow hesitantly - but ... I mean, why ...

- Boil the balls, - smiled Anna. - I want to use them immediately for the intended purpose.

I am soaked with excitement and overwhelming desire. I could not figure out where to put my hands, did not know what to say and whether I should speak at all, but something in my subconsciousness suggested that I should run away from here without thinking. However, another voice came from the same place, saying: “Oleg, you did not have such a chance and never will. This woman has everything you have been dreaming about since the age of eight. Take this chance, buddy, by all means. "

Saleswoman ...