Slightly gloomy autumn evening, when the foliage had already been hit by night frost, withered and began to fall down en masse to the ground, covering the sidewalks and the roadway with a thick carpet. When the sky is threatening to deplete the rains, yes there are no further threats to it yet. When it gets dark, it is not too early in the summer, but also not in the winter too early. It was on such an evening that I returned home.

The darkness had long since descended under the falling crowns of trees, the streets and alleys lit up with a faint semblance of yellow sunlight, the metro spat out tired and indifferent people who randomly disperse whoever.

Separated at some site from the general mass, I turned into a rather untidy park, thus deciding to cut a significant part of the way.

The park in the workers' residential area didn’t use the best glory, it wasn’t recommended not to walk around, but even to move around companies, especially in the dark.

But be that as it may, I have been here for a year already, I have met the gopot, but the collision with them somehow bypassed me - and that was good.

A bright red dress, in which people do not go shopping, in which they don’t go to transport, and certainly they don’t dress up for work, - I was envious of me from afar. Despite the complete absence of any illumination in an abandoned park, the light of a gloomy urban glow reflected from low-lying clouds broke through the tears in the foliage and pulled out a bright spot of the dress, reaching with its lower edge almost to the ground.

I am afraid if it were not for this bright dress, I would not pay attention to that side, but innate curiosity got the better of it and I sped up somewhat to have time to see this miracle in such wilderness.

I don’t know if I walked too fast, or the rapid breathing became the cause, or maybe the lady herself felt somewhat insecure. She turned around a couple of times, assessing the distance between us, accelerated and suddenly ran. I did not even have time to regard her act, as she had not done a dozen steps, clung to the branches of the bush and fell to the ground.

I was already there, stretched out my hands to her and finally realized that we both did not quite adequately assess the situation. I didn’t want to think of anything else, except to help her to rise, satisfy her curiosity about the dress, get home, put herself in order and sit down for a couple of hours for “Civilization”. She, on the contrary, clearly feared me and feared seriously:

- Please do not ... Take the money, but do not hit and rape. I ask you to.

I was taken aback.

- I ... - managed to squeeze out of myself. - I'm not going to ... Let's help you get up.

With some apprehension, she allowed herself to be picked up and put on her feet. In the twilight, I did not have the opportunity to consider it well, but I could still catch the slight smell of alcohol drunk.

“You shouldn't be afraid of me.” - I reassured her, helping to shake off. - I'm going home, I decided to cut the way, and certainly I don’t hunt for anyone here. So you shouldn't be afraid of me.

- Thank. - she swayed on unsteady legs, ending in fairly high heels, clearly not intended for walking on rough terrain. - Thank you, but I really thought ... Thank you, I will go.

And I almost let her go. I wanted so much to finally get to the computer and play, but once again she stumbled and collapsed - this time in my arms. She was on her heels almost a head taller than me, and even without them she was superior in height, but at the same time she was so light that I was even surprised.

“Allow me to escort you.” - I put her back on her feet. - Where do you live?

She did not live along the way, but I couldn’t call this deviation from the route, so the remnants of upbringing took over and I caught her arm - very unobtrusively picked up, solely for the sake of convenience - and set off.

We walked in silence for a few minutes.

- How old are you, young man? She suddenly asked.

I replied:

— 29...

- Wow?! And he was as much ...

I did not specify to whom it was “to him” and why it was ... But she was already unstoppable. Alcohol, bright dress ...

She turned out to be over forty, and if you trust what she said, then all forty-three, although she didn’t look like her own age. She lived herself, divorced, sued ... And a lot of other details, but now she was going from thematic evening, I would call it corporate, but she insisted on the Spanish evening theme party. Her suitor left for the evening with a young accountant, and now she picked up on this occasion, which, in her words, was not peculiar to her.

Once a couple of guys came out to meet us and asked for a light.

- What are you, brother, do not see - we do not smoke. Not before us.

- BUT! - Gopnik smiled and, apparently taking me for their own, who had just grabbed off just their prey, missed.

The park was over, we went out onto the lighted street and it was just a stone's throw from her house.

- Who is home? - I wondered and I know for what purpose.

- Not. She answered.

We passed in front of the house - a post-war building, with protrusions, turrets and a vague understanding of the number of floors. She opened the access door, and I wanted to leave it here, but she mumbled something about the dark staircase, the old steps, and she was wearing high heels ...

The entrance really turned out to be without lighting, painfully familiar and reminiscent of many things. No, of course, I have never been to this porch, but I have been and not once in others, and all of them, with their diversity in layouts, sizes, cleanliness, are all the same at night, in the absence of lighting. Memories flooded over me, and I could not resist, gave vent to feelings and hands.

Somehow it just so happened that the thoughts about “Civilization”, about comfort and a hearty dinner disappeared and took over the feelings that often wake up in just such an environment - silence, twilight, isolation of space and the presence of individuals of the opposite sex.

The light in the stairwell, where a one-room “Khrushchev” room could be accommodated on the staircase, penetrated only through wide, but not cleaned windows for a long time and therefore did not significantly change anything.

We passed the span between the third and fourth floors - below is silence, at the top is the last floor and ... I would like to say that I made up my mind, but it was somehow like that that the hands themselves unfolded the lady almost twice as old as my face. The light fell on her, with her even gray tinge making her face girlish-young, and I didn’t dispel the slightest doubt in her eyes about what was about to happen. She understood this perfectly and, surprisingly, did not mind. On the contrary, it pushed me to continue.

- The last time in the entrance I was still in his student years. - she shared, hugged and with all her passion, from top to bottom, kissed me.

Somehow I was cool for kisses - for some reason I loved the drunken ladies, but I didn't really kiss them. So he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her and sat her on the windowsill. I don’t know how it looked from the street, and in general, whether there was a bright spot of the red dress, but we continued, not really worrying about such trifles.

Her low top immediately went down, exposing, albeit not young, who had lost a little in elasticity, but full breasts. She arched forward, miraculously washed her studs on the radiator of the battery and allowed me to fit between the legs still hidden with a long hem. I regretted that I did not have my faithful camera with me, who had seen different types, but not like that. I'm afraid if he were with me, I could not resist and took a couple of shots.

Meanwhile, she freed her hands from the neckline and now she herself could participate in what is happening.

She stroked my back, hugging me, ruffling my hair when I covered her breasts, neck, breasts with kisses ... Her nipples swelled and now looked like unopened buds, and my breath was so intermittent that I really had no doubt ...