The drizzling rain that had begun in the evening turned into a real rainstorm by night. Heavy streams of water rustled in the drainpipes, drowning the familiar sounds of the night city. Vlad, as usual, stayed late until work and now, returning to his cozy bachelor apartment, was forced to go slower than usual. Dwarves barely had time to sweep the rain streams from the windshield. Already turning on his quiet, lush green street, he suddenly saw with horror a female figure right in front of the hood. In the past professional racer, Vlad responded instantly, skillfully dropping the car on the barrier. Powerful shock, coming to the front suspension and the squeal of brakes forced the woman to turn around. Jumping out of the car, Vlad saw in front of him senseless eyes tangled with alcohol or drugs, cosmetics mixed with rain and heavy, wet hair, lying straight on his shoulders. Through a dainty thin dress clung to an appetizing figure. Vlad was struck in his eyes by the crossings with the brilliants, like two raindrops glistening in the ears of a woman.

- You will not give me a lift? - a little swaying, turned to him a stranger.

“It seems to me that it would be worthwhile for you to be good enough,” Vlad replied politely, who had never lost his cool. - I live here nearby, you would have dried out a little, and then we would call a taxi. And here the police will sweep you up.

The woman waved her hand indifferently.

- As you wish!

Her legs suddenly buckled and she hung on the edge of the hustler. Still not quite asserting the sports form, Vlad not without some difficulty brought her to the apartment. In the warmth, the woman came to herself a little and began to beat the petty joke. Noticing this, Vlad poured a glass of an armagnac to her guest and she mechanically cast her back, then she revived, took a mirror from her expensive handbag and examined the face imperfectly.

- Horror! She exclaimed in a tearful voice. - I hope you have a bath?

- Oh yes of course! In addition, I can offer you a bathrobe while your clothes dry.

Led the stranger into the bathroom, Vlad returned to the living room. “I don’t even know her name,” he thought as he poured himself an aromatic drink. At the same time, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, almost indistinguishable from the noise of rain outside the window, Vlad turned on the toaster and prepared two cups of the finest coffee. “It’s time, perhaps, to order a taxi”, - internally opposing to this, he continued to reflect and, in order to shorten the time, turned on the TV. After some time, he realized that it had been at least half an hour since the woman disappeared behind the bathroom door. “How much can you wash your charms?”, Vlad thought a little when excited by this thought, and going to the bathroom, he knocked gently. There was no answer. Vlad quietly closed the door - the woman was reclining, leaning back against the wall of the bath. A warm shower lashed at its magnificent puddles and slightly spreading thighs, and a limp hand that fell limply was pinning a soapy womb.

Vlad cautiously approached. His nightly guest slept deeply. He tried to wake her delicately, but soon he realized that it was completely useless. Then he unconsciously felt her sludge from shampoo. The woman did not even move. Then he already boldly pinched her nipples. The result was the same, but, sadly enough, they revealed. "Sympathetic nervous system", - said Vlad, continuing to act. Finally emboldened, he took a rough washcloth in his hands and began to work with some caution to finish the job that the woman did not manage to finish - to wash away the dirt from her legs and belly. But all this time Vlad's glance pinned the black triangle between the legs. He did not dare to touch him, but it was time to finish washing and Vlad's hand, in addition to his will, was immersed in silky hair, feeling the warm elasticity of the sponges.

Glancing at the woman’s face, Vlad made sure that she absolutely did not react.Then Vlad gently removed the shower from the hook and directed the warm, elastic water into the pliable womb. Following the streaks of water, his fingers tightened inside. A clatter clattering in a tight stream of water wobbled under his curious fingers. He changed his form right on the eyes.

Vlad again glanced roundly at the sleeping face and, seizing on it, carried him to the bedroom. The limp body and the warm buttocks of the guest pressed down on his sleeping tool. Lying a woman on a fluffy carpet, Vlad finally got full access to her delicious body. With the help of a desk lamp, he carefully examined her womb and the limply opened pink bud delighted him with the fastidiousness of his drawing. He was agitated without a hitch, he stared at the treasure that had opened for him for a few moments, and then he could not resist and without a doubt fell on the helpless guest. Vlad began frustrations, every second shaking from the slightest stir under him, ready to instantly stay. But his rod went down deeper and deeper, and the woman's face only slightly shaken. From her sensual lips did not get the slightest sound. This finally convinced Vlad that today there will be no end to his lustful desires. He drew a pestle from a woman and, standing on top of her on foursomes, began to drive shamelessly rebellious flesh on her face and lips, receiving an unfamiliar pleasure. Then he went down a little lower, squeezed her pounds, and with an effort put in between an empowered tool. Sweet languor swept over him. Multiple stayed in the womb and made it slippery, the rod easily moved between the treads of a woman. The unusual situation quickly brought Vlad to the new climax. He fell off to the side, felt his hand in a towel and carefully dried his guest's paw. Only one gate remained unprotected. In order to fulfill his long-cherished dream, Vlad had to turn his guest on his stomach. I spent several minutes preparing the entrance. Vlad had not experienced such persistent excitement for a long time and was surprised at himself. Carefully preparing the place for the application of lust, he finally took advantage of the fruits of his efforts. Full physiological relaxation of the guest helped me enter completely unhindered and move freely. The response to his extraordinary efforts was only a slight short sigh of sleep.

The joy that swept over Vlad was so great that he did not restrain and confidentially called upon his married neighbor to take advantage of the rare opportunity. Unexpectedly for Vlad, along with his neighbor, there were two of his enthusiasts. They were already drunk and, of course, did not refuse the apartment offered by the owner.

- What are you thinking about this time, friend? - a neighbor was curious, already close to Vlad's antics.

- Unusual delicacy, stapina! - grinning, he answered. - I think that you will not miss her.

The men entered the bedroom. Vlad decided not to lose his appetite and not to look at what they will get out with the woman. He retired to the kitchen and concentrated on a bottle of applique. Yet the situation worried him. Occasionally he looked into the bedroom, every time being surprised more and more. Three men could afford extremely interesting combinations. First, they asked the owner of the permit to use the chair. Then they needed rubber harnesses. After that, they captured the whole photo set and made real shots. Each of them wanted to play in the title role. From Vlad's bedroom, there were explosions of lustful laughter, and he began periodically looking out of the kitchen, marveling at the imposing pictures and the unbridled fantasy of his guests. One of them literally pushed a long and thick lens for microfilming into a carefully extended assistant's womb.

- I hope I get a full set of slides? - Vlad said, when satisfied, even the scattered neighbors left under the morning his apartment.

Returning to the bedroom, Vlad noted with some surprise that not only did the riotous visitors give him a visitor after his amusements, they even dressed her in a prepared bathrobe and laid her on the bed.Vlad had only to cover her with a blanket and leave a tender note before leaving for work, in which he indicated where to leave the keys to the apartment, get coffee, sandwiches and a few coins by taxi.

Back in the evening, returning home to his bachelor apartment, Vlad, with astonished amazement, discovered that all the linen had been transferred, the dishes were washed, a luxurious dinner was prepared for him, and on the table in a bunch of flowers, he had written a nice pattern, a heartfelt pattern, a drawing and a drawing, a heartfelt pattern, and a sample of a piece of flowers, written on a small table in a bunch of flowers. It is too rare that a man is so gentlemanly as you treated a defenseless woman. I woke up - as if at home. What a pity that I did not meet you earlier, when I was still free. Your Ruta.

Vlad, having mixed up a little, crumpled up the note, stood, looking out of the window, and suddenly broke up with inadequate laughter.