Hunting for partridges in a dream and reality.

Part II. Andante "Krasnogorsk fads."

12. "This is not Vivaldi!"

Like a finger in a glass.

- What a Galya! - he hears suddenly and cannot understand why someone shakes his head with such force. - I invited one lady to visit, and calls the name of another! ... Are you sleeping? Despite such a crash? The wave is gone! Set her up, please!

Zhenya sees himself getting upright, in the light coming from the radio panel, that Ninel, throwing off the blanket from his shoulders and leaning on his left elbow, points his other hand at this panel. He stands up and takes up the knob. A wave that has run away is not for a long time, but inside it a wave of malice rises: “What is this to attack? Give her the music, and certainly good! She persuaded her that it is better to sleep, but she doesn’t give sleep ... Well, what can you do - that can’t be avoided! ”

And having caught the missing wave, instead of returning to the interrupted sleep, rises, takes a step towards the bed with the guest and, lifting the blanket, lies down next to it.

“This is not Vivaldi,” Ninel tells him.

- Not Vivaldi? Then who? Handel, or what?

- Handel! - she answers him vividly. - You, it turns out, and in the mu-zyke an expert!

- This connoisseur would not hurt and kiss!

- Do you think that without this you can not do? - She asks, turning on her back and pulling her whole body.

“No,” he says, leaning over her and joining his lips with her, already ajar and eagerly letting his tongue in.

His right hand lifts the back of her head, and his left hand rushes into the bosom of the combination.

- Wow! - He whispers in her ear.

- What so surprised and pleased you? She also quietly asks.

- First, the absence of such an annoying obstacle as a bust-galter ...

- Yes, I, it seems, made a mistake by getting rid of him, because I was sure that we would sleep peacefully, moreover, separately from each other ...

- And I slept. And it's not my fault that you woke me up. I confess I even got angry with you ... But now! ...

- What now?

- Your breasts! None of them fit in my palm ... Can I kiss them? You will not mind?

And lowering the top edge of the combination, immerses his face in her majestic bust, licks one or the other hemisphere. Breathing deeply and stroking his head with his fingertips, Ninel only says:

- Yes, it is my fault that I woke you up ... But I became jealous that you were sleeping, but I was not ... I really didn’t think and wondered that everything would turn out that way ... that I would have to smooth down my guilt in such a way , endure this ...

Eugene tears his mouth from his swollen breasts and asks:

- Tolerate, speak? Well, you really have to ... Especially since you admitted your guilt ...

And resumes his occupation. While her teeth and tongue are occupied with one of her breasts, the right hand begins to palpate the other, and the left, making circular strokes, slowly but steadily moves past the abdomen and hips to the hem, as much as possible lifts it and begins to knead the bulge of her stomach, then, quickly slipping past the mossy pubic surface, penetrates the gap. And then he jumps out, barely touching the swollen and seemingly overly large genitalia ... Zhenya doesn’t even have time to figure out what it is: sexy lips or the clitoris. Never had he dealt with anything like that before ...

But while he comes to his senses, Ninel rises on his seat and says:

- I'm afraid...

- What?

- So, without a condom ... Find?

- You puzzled me ... I did not think, nor wondered ...

- Good goose! She invites a lady for a love date, but she doesn’t even think about her safety ... What would we do now if I ran away from home and forgot about it? ... Where is my purse? ..

She fumbles around the table, finds a handbag, opens it, rummages through it for a while ...

- Yeah, here! Has found ...

And he puts in the hand of Zhenya a small paper bag, inside of which his fingers grope for a pair of something covered in ringlets. He tears down this bag, takes out the contents and asks:

- And what to do with it? Wear? I'm afraid this will be bad for me ...

- Why?

- From unaccustomed ... In theory, I seem to know everything about this product, but in practice I have to deal with it almost for the first time ... Something doesn’t really hurt too much ...

And laughs.

“It also turns out to be armless! ...” exclaims Ninel.

- Maybe you can help? ..

- Can I get up and leave? - she is angry.

- Well, why so? ... A little more ... It seems so, as it should ... You do not want to make sure that everything is in order? ... And then suddenly it falls ...?

- And you make it so that it does not fall! ..

- Like this?

Zhenya takes her fingers and sends them to his half-dressed tool. And a double miracle happens: these fingers, not only in an instant, stretch the gum to the very base of its trunk, but also the trunk itself, which had begun, had to wilt from unusual constraints, impart the necessary hardness.

- Thank! - thanks Eugene and, gently pressing on Ninel's shoulders, he lowers her on his back, and he clutches himself on top and, grasping his pod, begins to rub his tip over the swollen edges of her slit, not intending to penetrate to the depth for the time being. But he does not succeed: immediately spreading his hips and making a sharp movement towards him, Ninel completely immerses his pistol into his holster and, grabbing Zhenya by the buttocks, begins to actively crawl under him, gasping and groaning and reproaching:

- Well, what about you?

And he has no choice but to accept the challenge ... But with strong confusion, he immediately discovers that he feels touch with only one edge of her insides: “Like a finger in a glass! Wow sizes! What to do? Edak neither I nor she will ever finish ... ". And aloud asks:

- Can I somehow better adapt you to my capabilities?

- What do you mean?

- The wand can not be increased in size, and you can narrow the crack ...

- Like this?

- Now you will see.

Zhenya takes her legs under her knees, lifts them up and lowers her on her chest, tightly pressing them to each other, and is going to, it was, to renew her pushes, anticipating how the walls of her nodule now feel ... and hear to his question: “Well, how?” she will groan “Ooh!” with a groan and, since her heels will hang in the air over his back and she will not have support for oncoming movements of the hips, she frantically clings to her fingers his buttocks, pushing him toward deeper and faster forward-backward movements ... But it was not there.

- you what? - with force she pushes him. - crazy crazy, or what?

Not only bewilderment is heard in her voice, but also indignation.

- You can not normally, so do not bother ... Go to sleep! ... The same to me, I found a guinea pig! ...

Ninel is released from the weight of his body, lowers and pulls out his legs, then, leaning on his heels, lifts the lower part of the torso and pulls the combination hem on his hips. Eugene settles down on her side next to her and, without taking her hands off her belly and chest, continues the conversation she began:

- And I slept, as instructed ... And, I repeat, I did not wake up myself, but they called me ... And now they send me back instead of receiving, since it so happened, pleasure ...

- What really ...