the first to break the silence.

- Well, how? She asked quietly in a low voice.

- What is "how?" - he did not understand.

- Is that what you need?

He glanced up at her body. Her face was covered with burgundy spots. From embarrassment? But she undressed with such ease!

- Your body is simply created to be sung.

He went to his charming guest. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he again, now at close range, carefully looked at her. Then his palms slid off their shoulders and, moving down, began to feel her body professionally. They absorbed every bend, every line, fixing them in memory, like on photographic film. In their charm, divinely inscrutable, elastic roundness of breasts with boldly looking upward large, cool-to-the-touch nipples; soft, graceful curves of the back, hips, abdomen; two small dimples above lush buttocks; juicy transverse hollow between the lower part of the abdomen and the pubis: a hollow, very brightly and vividly outlining both convexes and giving them even greater charm - perfect in its capacity and beauty is the stroke of Mother Nature:

He worked passionately more than ever. He flew unnoticed hour after hour, and only after midnight did he put his instruments aside. He was happy as a boy, and did not feel tired at all. But she: Damn it, he even forgot to think about her, since she carried her “cross” silently, without complaints and whims, unconditionally giving herself at his full disposal. Only now did he realize what it probably cost her. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of great tenderness for his guest.

He gently ran his hand over her arm from shoulder to hand. The hand was cold like marble.

- Yes, you're ice!

The fireplace, which was used to heat the workshop, had been burned out for a long time, but he was not cold in his clothes, and besides at work, and again he did not think about it. Here is a pig!

“Nothing, I’ll warm up,” she smiled wearily.

- Why did you keep silent before?

- At first it was not cold, and then I didn’t want to tear you off: you looked like this:

He shook his head, then took out a black bottle of Napoleon, poured her a glass.

- Have a drink, keep warm.

While she, wrapped in a woolen blanket, sipped brandy in small sips, he prepared a bed for her in the next room. Then he went out again to his guest.

- It's too late to go home, stay with me. I laid you there - he waved his hand toward the open door. “However,” he added, seeing that she was silent, “if you want, I can take you by car.”

- Do not.

She went into the next room and, still wrapping herself up in a blanket, sat down heavily on the couch.

“Did I kick you out of my own bed?” - She smiled shyly.

“Nothing, I'll settle in the workshop,” he turned his back to her, but did not leave, as if expecting something. She looked down, silent.

- Maybe you still need something? - he asked.

- Not.

“Then, good night,” he took a step toward the door.

- Wait! - she resolutely rose and approached him, the rug fell from her shoulders. Wrapping him behind her hands, she clung to him with his whole body. Heavy, choked breathing burned his head. He turned around. His guest was shaking all over, his naked chest heaving and falling sharply, his eyes gleaming feverishly, his wide-open lips painfully stretched toward him. Having finally met his lips, they merged with them in a fierce rush. And at the same moment their bodies from all over the maha fell on the plaintively croaking ottoman. He began to hastily tear off his clothes:

After tormenting her with anticipation, he knelt down, tenderly spread her legs to the side and began to poke his hefty, muscled member into the swollen lips of the female womb, and then with force he drove him inside. Famously, in cavalry, in one fell swoop. And his “frivolous” guest is unbelievable, but the fact turned out to be yet a virgin! From such an invasion, she shuddered with her whole body, but at the same time she did not even cry out.Poluvzdoh-half-tone treacherously escaping from tightly compressed lips, no longer made a sound, although he saw that it hurt like hell:

His guest was a capable student. Unknowing but diligent, she quickly grasped the beautiful science of love. For several weeks, they almost did not leave the workshop, even after the sculpture was completed. Undressing, she tried to behave just like the first time, and he admired her from the same place, as if they wanted to exactly resurrect their first meeting. But she undressed all the same not as before. Now in her movements there was no shadow of monotony and detachment - like a lamb on a sacrificial altar - clearly visible in them then, for the first time. It was already a real performance, a room striptease, but - strangely enough - from the loss of its former innocence, his heart sank in a kind of longing. Nevertheless, he was happy, happy more than ever before or after: And now, years later, no, no, yes, and flashes in his memory, illuminating the mind, memories, slides of those distant days.

Here they are, having just finished and not breathing yet, stretched out on the couch. He buried his face in a lush bale of hair on the folds of her cute legs, breathing in their intoxicating, soul-stirring fragrance: But, waking up alone in the morning, he finds her choking in the kitchen in a short translucent blouse. She has her back to him, and he silently admires her round, milky-white buttocks. Then she drops something, matches or something, and she bends down to pick them up. And at that moment he sees her womb with lips half-opened from tilting. Seeing him, she is charmingly embarrassed and blushes: Another "slide." They make love in an unusually bizarre pose. She lies on her back, legs bent at the knees pressed to her chest. He sits astride, passing her buttocks between his legs. His dick is joking around. She quacks, groans from pleasure and loudly slaps him on his bare back: And here is a little curiosity: he could not resist and lowered, even without even entering a member. She, in pantyhose, not removed, but only slightly lowered, and his seed spreads beneath them, forming a strange pattern of endless puddles and streaks adhering to the skin, thanks to the elastic that darkened in these places. And she laughs and does not want to wash off this sticky liquid:

His exhibition turned out to be more than successful, “Naked” enthralled everyone and everything, in a word, everything turned out to be as good as possible, only he saw it only once since: at her wedding, a couple of days after their last meeting on the eve of the opening Exhibitions. It turns out that she filed an application at the registry office in the midst of their novel! Of course, both of them from the very beginning perfectly understood the futility of their relationship, and he himself immediately warned her about it, but nevertheless, having learned about the wedding, he felt offended. And the arrogance with which she left him: without even explaining, leaving only a note and an invitation to the wedding: In short, he firmly decided not to go anywhere. But she called and really asked to be. And he went:

And the bride at the wedding was for some reason sad, often leaving the guests, and returned with feigned cheerfulness and swollen, reddened eyes. She diligently avoided him, and when she did not succeed, she blushed and quickly lowered her eyes. Oh, those women! September - December 1985 Edit: October 1990