He watched her all evening, smoothly turning into the night. The girl was wonderful - not something that would be completely in his taste, but still very good.

He always liked girls with bulging shapes, and this one was tall, thin, with a small breast and thin legs. She was sitting in the company of a girl and a boy - apparently the girl was her girlfriend, the boy seemed to be a girlfriend.

The girl drank cocktails - how many there were, he did not know, but probably not one or two, because her eyes were already glistening with a drunken gleam.

While he was busy ordering another mug of beer, the conversation on the raised tones suddenly began at the next table: the girlfriend and the boyfriend were about to leave, and the girl seemed to decide to stay. The girlfriend almost screamed, grabbed the girl by the arms, but she only laughed and waved away. In the end, the girlfriend could not stand it, and left with the guy. The girl remained at the table alone.

Such a chance to miss, he was not going to. Approaching her table, politely asked permission to sit down. Well, of course the girl allowed.

- Can I treat you to a cocktail?

“Well, perhaps,” replied the beauty, wrinkling her nose comically and appraising him with her gray eyes.

He called the waitress, ordered another lady a cocktail

- I'm Kirill.

“I am Dasha,” she answered in tact.

- Are you a student?

- No, I did not enter this year, I will try next: Dasha wrinkled her nose again. Obviously the thought of coming and the current dam did not give her mood

Kirill did not continue this topic, thinking to himself with relief that most likely she already has 18, so there should be no problems with the girl

Looking at the girl, he noticed that even sitting at the table, her body moves in time with the music. The music was fast

- I think you really want to dance. Can I look at you?

Without thinking, Dasha got up and went to the dance floor.

She danced beautifully and with great enthusiasm. She was wearing a short skirt in the fold, something like golf, Cyril often saw girls in such, but he did not know their names - something between golf and stockings. Dasha was blue with black stripes. When she circled, the skirt rose, revealing thin hips and pretty panties.

From this sight he immediately had a powerful erection. To distract himself, he ordered another cocktail for Dasha.

The music ended, Dasha plopped down on the chair next to him, giving it a completely amazing smell of a fresh young body. He glanced at her legs, Dasha sat with her knees apart, but there was still such a distance between her legs that you could probably stick her hand out. He immediately imagined how he runs his hand between her legs, gets to her panties, pushes them away, touches the clitoris and lips with her finger ...

Yes ... he just couldn't leave it just like that. She has to go with him.

Cyril gently put his hand on her knee, leaned over her ear:

- You dance beautifully and you are very beautiful

if she had not drunk so many cocktails, she would surely have blushed and become indignant, but intoxication played a role. She did not remove his hand.

_ And you are also cute, you girls probably always say this ...

By and large, she was right. He had a naturally good body - without excess fat, narrow-hipped, rather tall, and his face, as far as he knew, did not cause anyone to dislike.

He gently stroked her knee through the stockings and removed her hand. There is no need to frighten the girl.

For about half an hour they were talking about something, then the music ended, the people gradually reached for the exit. Dasha was a little confused - there was night in the yard, she seemed never to be alone in the center at night.

- I'll give you a ride, ok?

She easily agreed.

Kirill caught the car while she stood aside, gave her address, then opened the back door for her and sat next to him.She again sat, knees moved.

Suddenly, he realized that he was reminded of her thin diverging upward legs - a Barbie doll. Similarly, the body she poured Barbie, only a small chest. For some reason, this comparison aroused him even more, he slowly put his hand on her knee, then began to rise higher, under the skirt, groped the stocking gum, rose again. Here they are, her panties. She was hot between her legs. He tried to move the panties to the side, but she suddenly started, tensed, threw away his hand.

He did not insist, removed his hand

- Dasha, will you leave me your phone? - he pulled out his cell phone, got ready to record

Dasha clearly relaxed, began to dictate numbers. Truly, the cocktails went to her advantage.

Cyril asked the driver to stop the car near the nearest store

- Dasha, you're not in a hurry? Do you mind martinis?

Dasha shook her head uncertainly - it is not clear whether this agreement or refusal meant. Kirill extended her hand to her, helping her out of the car. The skirt went up again, showing slender hips. Cyril took her hand and, without asking anything more and not giving time to think, led her to the store.

After thinking for a second, he added a pack of juice to the martini. Let it be a cocktail, and then the young lady completely drink, and instead of sex, he will have to bring her to her senses.

Not allowing me to come to my senses, I quickly took the girl to the entrance, called the elevator. With a sixth sense, I realized that some more, and Dasha decides to leave. Thank God, the elevator was on the first floor. He began to tell something about his apartment, about how he bought it several years ago, without giving the girl a word to insert.

Opened the door, passing it inside. Dasha led straight into the room where he offered to sit on the bed, near which stood a rather high table. Spilled martini juice, turned on the bra.

Well, the situation is quite intimate. Dasha was indecisive, but still drank more. He settled at her feet on the floor, massaging his feet right through the stockings. He told some anecdote. Dasha laughed, her head thrown back. Kissed by this infectious laugh even more. Her teeth were even, her lips were beautifully outlined, her mouth was a bit too big, but it added sensuality. From the martini, she flushed, on his cheeks, he noticed a faint freckles. He sat down next to her, ran his hand over his cheek, went down around his neck

- You're so beautiful laughing

She immediately fell silent.

He kissed her on the lips.

Dasha seems completely confused. She didn’t respond to the kiss, but she didn’t wrestle. Cyril gently launched his hands under her T-shirt. It turned out that there is no bra on it. Just T-shirt was tricky, with the likeness of the cups on the chest. A pleasant surprise. Dasha gradually got out of her stupor and began to hesitate to push him away, but now it was too late. T-shirt flew to the floor, his hands were on her chest, pinching her strained either from fear or from the excitement of her nipples.

Cyril forced her to lie down on the bed, continuing to kiss her lips, then her neck. Then she gave voice:

- Cyril ... well, please do not, I do not want!

- Baby, you're so beautiful, relax, everything will be fine

She also quietly continued:

- Well, I ask you, do not ...

He did not pay attention

Finally, she began to resist sharply, swinging her fists, struck him a sensitive blow to the bridge of her nose. Damn, he wasn't going to fight her, what the hell is she doing. It could still be nice and pleasant for both. Why do girls love to break so much at the last moment?. He got angry for a joke.

Next to the bed was his bathrobe. With a jerk pulling the belt out of him, Cyril wrapped the girl's hands around them and tied them to the head of the bed. It was unlikely that she was hurt, but she could no longer swing her arms and get out of bed too.

Dasha gasped in surprise, squealing:

- Let go ...