Friday. How our word caresses this word! The working week is over, you can relax, do not rush anywhere, but just, say, roll onto a bed with an interesting book or a TV set to see, well, some are quite drunk by Friday evening - it’s not good to get up early tomorrow. This time I decided to spend the weekend in the city, because my parents instructed me to do whitewash the ceiling in the hallway. By seven in the evening I had already done quite a lot - I bought paint and covered the floor with newspapers. Climbing onto the bed, I indulged in thoughts about the cultural program of the upcoming weekend - I don’t have girls, friends are alone in business, others in the country, I saw tomorrow in finishing the ceiling, in the evening a couple of beers and some movie on TV. You could still entertain yourself by writing poetry, playing the piano, reading books, etc. Suddenly, I noticed the sounds coming from the vestibule (the two neighbors and I separated from the landing with an iron door). Someone rather ineptly tried to open the door of the neighbor's apartment. Finally, as I understood, the door gave in and silence fell again. After a while, I heard the sonorous voice of my neighbor, Irina - apparently she was talking to someone on the phone. She lives in an apartment with her mother, who now seems to be at home. Ira is a woman of 40–45 years old, a little taller than me, a rather slender blonde, has her point somewhere on the market, which can be seen from her — she is a vociferous woman and with character — she will never miss her, almost every year she walks to Turkey uses sharp spirits, always made up and in general is quite sexy. Lately, she almost started drinking, but today I suspect that she is drunk. I have been to their apartment a couple of times - I, the 22-year-old kid, were usually invited to help — I wouldn’t open the window of Mother Irina, then I should help to rearrange the closet. In general, we had no relations with Irina herself. My mom talked with her on business and told me a couple of times that neighbors praised me - they say that I am so handsome and correct. Well I do not know. I rarely saw Irina herself, but when I saw, I always complimented her and this merchant never left me indifferent. Lying on the couch, I distinctly imagined Irina - an adult, delicious woman in the very dawn of strength and my mood began to deteriorate. Thoughts interrupted the phone call:

- Yes.

“Vladislav,” my heart pounded, my neighbor’s voice sounded drunkenly in the receiver, “Thank you, could you help me connect the Vidic.” I took the tape here, but it does not show anything.

“Okay, let's see what can be done.” In a couple of minutes I'll come.

- I'll leave the door open. - the hooters sounded in the receiver.

"Heck! Such a chance should not be missed! ”- chaos reigned in my head, among which the depraved voice of the neighbor clearly sounded.

In the apartment I walk in some sports pants and slippers. Having decided that the heat on the street will serve as an excuse for me, I rushed right to my neighbor.

Having closed the door behind the lock, I saw Ira coming out to meet me.

- Hello! Listen ... - she has become quite confused to repeat what has already been said about her Vidic. I listened in a half-ear, Irina was in tight leggings (or tights, to dismantle the features), slippers and a shirt, thrown over, it looks like a naked body.

- Well, go into the room, just take off your slippers, otherwise we have a cat, I'm afraid he is so homely, the doctor said that we shouldn’t infect him from the street.

The first thing that caught the eye in the living room is a healthy and apparently very comfortable sofa. On the floor carpet. Opposite the couch TV and Vidic. Irina stood at my side and began to observe my actions, giving some meaningless comments. She smelled pleasantly of perfume and, or brandy, or wine, or something alcohol.

- Well, Irina, let's tape, let's see what happened.

It turned out that she was going to watch "Stuart Little 2" (or something like that).

“Oh, I remember, is this something about a mouse?” I asked, standing up next to Irina.

- Yes, you did not watch?

- No, but I heard positive reviews about the first part.

- Awesome movie, I will watch it a second time, if you want to - sit down - take a look.

“Well, I don’t know,” I began to look at her attracting gaze of the hip.

- Come on, sit down, - and she set an example, climbed up on the sofa.

I sat down next to me, but the film took me very little. So close to the neighbor I have not been. Imperceptibly, I touched her hand — her warm palm covered mine, but she still watched the action on the screen. I began to lightly stroke her hand.

At the moment of relative silence, I moved up very close and whispered:

- Irina, I really like you.

Our eyes met and she suddenly quickly moved her lips and we began to kiss. The kiss was gentle and long. Kissing and sucking her lips, I hugged her. Ira closed her eyes and leaned a little lower. I climbed between her legs and kneeling eagerly kissing her face. She gently freed herself from the shirt and two lush breasts appeared to my eyes, which I was not slow to pay attention to with my hands and tongue. Irina with quick and dexterous fingers penetrated my pants. One palm clutched at the trunk in a businesslike way, the other one snuck below and, after arouse in me a moan of pleasure, began to gently play with the testicles. Removing me, she pulled off my pants and a little admiring my member plunged him deep into her mouth. I watched her scarlet, puffy lips with pleasure swallowed my dick and felt like I cease to belong to myself alone - with her caresses, Ira forced me to throb and moan. I saw that with a hand that was not occupied with my eggs, she began to caress her pussy. I could only reach her breasts and began to twist and pull her stiff nipples. Apparently she was strong on fire, because she immediately began to moan. With difficulty tearing Ira from a member, I got off the couch. She lay on her back and moved to the edge. I abruptly entered her and began to peck while listening to her moans and lamentations. She babbled something a little connected and through her heavy breathing and sobbing I caught only "Glory, ... fuck me." Feeling that I was approaching the finish, Ira asked to cum on her face (she herself, in my opinion, had already finished more than once). I took out a member and began to masturbate him right in front of her big and half-drunk eyes. The eruption was not long in coming and soon Ira eagerly licked my sperm. I lay down on her flushed body and we kissed for a long time, studying each other. I whispered something to her about how beautiful she was and what I wanted for a long time, she also said something.

- Wait, Slavik, now I will bring champagne, - Ira gracefully got off the sofa and went completely naked to the kitchen.

After lying down a bit I could not resist and went after him. I met Ira in the hallway with two glasses in my hands. Carefully taking the glasses out of her hands and putting them on the bedside table, I hugged Irina and we started kissing right in the corridor.

“Come to my room, cat, it will be more convenient for us on the bed,” Ira whispered softly, tearing herself from my lips. I smiled and realized that the weekend promises to be boring.