It was hot and boring. Polina spent the whole day at the corner of Sretenka and the Sretensky deadlock near the shoe store, sluggishly selling books from the tray - now she turned off her trade.

There was some long-haired guy, he asked to conduct. In a dead end, she wanted to pee. Fields went to the dilapidated house, pulled the door on her, rolled out a bag of milk, and something else rolled off a pile of garbage that filled the room almost to the ceiling.

- Wait here, I am now ...

Polina stepped on the garbage and closed the door behind her. She took off her pants, peeed, hitting her ankle, pulled back, looked back.

Then she opened the door:

- Hey, you, come here, see what's going on here.

The guy came in.

- What is your name?

- Petya.

- And I'm Polina ...

She got down on her knees right next to the open door, it would have been difficult to climb higher in the garbage. Unzipped his pants fly ...

This trash heap, the stench, the door closing tightly, the steps and conversation of people passing by, and this very absurd acquaintance suddenly and strongly aroused Paul.

The member was soft, Polina released him from his underpants and eagerly pressed her lips, tongue. The door opened slightly from careless movements, Petya held it with her hand, Polina spent a lot of time in ecstasy in his underpants, but the organ was unsteady. Polina, not achieving a quick result, was upset, rose, looked Pete in the face:

- Do not want?

- I can not. Here is unpleasant. The door is open, anyone can peek ...

Polina disappointedly shook off her stained knees. Petya buttoned up.

- Well then let's go ...

The street immediately doused them with heat, noise of cars, exhaust gases. We went to the subway silently. Peter carried a carriage with books. Peter in the course of the conversation offered to go to the movies. With this stroller and dragged to the cinema "Moscow" ...

The film was about the postman, for some reason Louis de Funes was not amused, but only annoyed.

Fields felt a hand on her knee. She did not react. Peter got up and went to the end of the hall. A few minutes later, Paul followed him. When she was in the dark, groping back in her chair to sit down, Petya made an unexpected dash. In the blink of an eye, she was seated right on a hot wet cock. Her thin panties immediately soaked.

Peter pulled them to the ankles and began to raise and lower Polinka, holding the ass, so she jumped like a ball on his knees, clinging to the back of the front seat. The postman on the screen climbed onto the bike, fell down and grinned guiltily, while Polina jumped and jumped, unconsciously trying to reach out with her socks on the floor. Slightly in front and on the side, people were sitting, their weary eyes fixed on the screen, the chair creaked under Peter, Paul was frightened, rushed to the side ...

Petya bit his short hair on the back of his head with his teeth and at the same instant doused her buttocks with a zigzag of splashed semen. Fields slid into the next chair ...

After the film, Peter accompanied Polinka to the entrance. The elevator did not work, I had to drag books along the stairs to the tenth floor. Near the door, Petya took Pole by the arms, their fingers intertwined, their faces became close, their lips joined a kiss. After a long minute, Peter pulled away, went down to the window and began to look out the window. Polina brought a stroller, changed her shoes, then looked out into the corridor:

- Well, come in ...

The apartment was a mess. Fields looked into the bathroom, there were pots filled with wet, washed laundry.

- Husband before leaving, wipe! - nodded at the basin Polina. - He has a peep: never hangs linen himself, leaves me.

... When Polya woke up, Petya gently kissed her shoulder. It was a bright sunny morning.

- So, then we have a husband? - Pete cooed in her ear, twisting his fingers with strands of Polina's hair.

- Yes, but he is often away.

“This is good,” Petya purred, kissing Polina again on the shoulder. “I, too, must be getting married soon.”And then I was scared when I saw you.

- Why?

- I really liked you. And I promised one girl to marry her. We meet with her for a long time. She stuck: well, let's get married, well, let's just try, do not like it - we will divorce. You know, like a baby, a mother asks for a tit ...

Polina raised herself on her elbow and looked at Pete in the face. He was really touched - he kissed her shoulder again, then another, and another.

A sharp phone call alarmed lovers. Fields kicked off the blanket and ran naked to the device.

- Ale, - asked in a hoarse voice into the phone, - oh, it's you ...

Peter understood: husband. Fields stood bending backwards to Peter.

Peter, deftly turned over in bed, crept up to her, kissed her in the ass and pressed himself still an unsteady member. Fields, waving Peter, continued the telephone conversation.

- You talk, talk, go on, - whispered Petya, pushing into her, squeezing her breasts, squeezing her nipples with his fingers. Polina spoke as if nothing had happened, told the news.

But her speech slowed down, began to be interrupted by interjections, mummers, the voice became warmer, more often laughter began to be heard. Suddenly, a moan escaped by chance, Polinka quickly began to say goodbye.

Peter, biting her by the ear, prayed:

- Well, wait! Well, a little more! Well, a little bit, honey!

Polina hung up at the moment when Peter, with a powerful movement of her hips, pounded her beast to the very end. At the same time, he firmly pressed Polinka to himself, trying with his lips to reach out to her freed lips.

Then they parted for a long time, for a whole week. By the end of the week, Paul, to her surprise, was almost in a state of confusion when Peter finally called.

- will we meet? Come to Warsaw, have a drink, have a friend's birthday. Waiting in

the center of the hall.

After the birthday party, they kissed and went drunk to Polinka’s house. Petya saw off, although he himself could barely stand. There was a husband at home, but Peter stubbornly walked all the way to the house, walked into the porch, brought Paul to the door, or rather, he had to keep it. He sat on the window sill, closed his eyes, his head hung over his chest.

- What to do with you? How will you get home now?

Polina confusedly looked into his limp face. The subway closed in ten minutes. Having doubted a little more, she resolutely approached the door, very carefully, trying not to ring the keys, opened the door, tiptoed along the corridor.

The apartment was dark. She passed by the living room, her husband slept there on the sofa behind the glass doors. He and Polina lived in different rooms for a long time. Fields took off her shoes from Peter, slipped herself, and, sneaking, led him, submissive, down the corridor, past her sleeping husband, to herself. Then she carefully closed all the doors.

But in the room they lost all caution. On the huge mat spread on the floor, Fields laid Petya, who, suddenly waking up from semi-abandonment, dragged her out of bed with a strong movement, crushed her under herself ...

With a growl and squeals, they rolled on the mat, forgetting about her husband sleeping behind the wall. After enjoying each other until exhaustion, they immediately fell asleep. Polina managed to get into her bed before ...

Early in the morning, having felt an instant panic, I was awakened by the cautious creaking of the opening door.

"Husband! Now I will have to explain everything ... "

But the door opened just enough so that the spouse could see Polina's head with her hair scattering on the pillow. Making sure that his wife was at home, trying not to disturb her sleep, he closed the door and went to work.

Fields glanced down at the mat: Petya lay curled up, pulling the sheet over his head. Polina giggled:

- Hey you, fucking terrorist, why are you hiding? Come out!

Peter stuck his tousled head out and looked around the room with a worried look. He did not understand when and how he got here ...

... Next ...