All, damn, sailed ... Heard the expression "like a bolt from the blue"? The message from my parents, that a long-time girlfriend of the family would arrive on Sunday, became a thunderstorm in the clear sky of my Sunday plans. Farewell to a wonderful orgy, forgive milk Dashky breast, tender young vagina, chiseled legs, round hemispheres of sports priests. Voluptuous screams and moans? Goodbye too. After all, Elena Nikolaevna, a teacher from a military town lost in the forests of our infinite homeland, will come to visit, which I forgot to remember. Hallelujah! Damn these trips on the slats.

Saturday morning greeted me with cheerful singing of birds and a fresh wind from a wide-open window. I greeted him with a gloomy bristly face and gloomy thoughts. We must get up. A minute later, the mischievous blue light licked the bottom of the teapot, and the cheerful melody of Dashkin’s phone sounded in the receiver of the mobile phone.
- Allooo.
Answers a sleepy gentle voice. An involuntary smile climbs out.
- Hello chick.
- Hello darling.
- Tomorrow distant relatives come to me, let's move everything today? - I partially lied.
- Nuuuuu. - Dasha pronounces displeasure and a little offended.
- Gnuuuuu. Do not start, you're clever with me. Waiting at exactly seven.
- I will come.
- I know. I kiss you.
- and hug. - I hear Dashka smiling.
- and hug. - I repeat. - Until.
- Until the evening!

The whistle of the boiling kettle broke off the slight aftertaste of enjoyment with a sweet voice. The smile remained on the face, and I bet, it looked now dreamy and stupid. And what, in fact, so wound up? With a cup of golden Chinese tea, I went out to the balcony. Lulling rustling leaves of numerous birches. The sun, for the time being not too persistently, began to warm up everything that falls under the ray-arm. No one in the yard. Here it is, the childhood of the twenty-first century. Vacation at flat monitors. I remembered the merry post-perestroika years: playing banks, bouncers, Cossacks-robbers, knives, building huts, climbing rooftops, collecting inserts from chewing gums, tape recorders, visiting each other without warning and calls ... From bright images even her breath caught.

Overcome with a quivering sense of nostalgia, I took out an old album with photos, pretty dusty in recent years. Black and white photographs with forever young grandparents, parents' wedding, petty me in a stroller, petty me on a toy horse, petty me in the arms of some girl ... Elena Nikolaevna? Yes, it can not be. Many years have passed since then, but something didn’t add up at all in the memory of what an appetizing female she was. I was flipping through the album, looking only for her photo. Sloping hips and graceful ankles, slim waist and neat mounds of breasts. And let it not be seen, but I'm sure that her nipples at the time of excitement stuck out boldly and sensually. Big gray-blue eyes on the pretty face attracted the eye with a magnet. My palms sweated, blood rushed to the swelling member.

Fuh, obsession for some. I closed the album and in one sip drank the already cooled tea. The head was heavy. All thoughts were strangely messed up and convulsively shuddered to the beat of the drums in my temples. I turned on the laptop to distract, and at the same time to do some of the work on Monday. Weekend - so with benefits. Rest after.

Sometimes I regret that I love my job. Forced a break I gave a friend a call. The clock showed 17:32. And immediately let me know about myself hungry belly. Throwing himself over the last night's meal, he went to the bathroom, to bring himself into the proper look for tonight. Simultaneously with the last movement of the razor on the excited, perfectly smooth, trunk, the doorbell rang. Dasha, as always in his repertoire.I have long understood that it doesn’t matter when she comes, the main thing is not to be on time. In the suit, Adam headed for the door, anticipating a surprised girl's face. Bolt swelled even more, apparently also anticipating something of his own. Taking the position of Apollo, I opened the door, staring thoughtfully into the upper left corner. A smile crept in when he imagined how Dashkina opened his jaw. Judging by the prolonged pause, not weak. Slowly he turned his gaze to his girl.

Huge gray-blue eyes looked at me dumbfounded, continually sliding down my chest to where the excited trunk was proudly sticking out. The finish! I slammed the door in front of Elena Nikolaevna’s shocked nose. How so in general? Sunday is Saturday? Hallucinations? I looked through the peephole - it stands, it does not move. Turning quickly with a towel, red like a crab, he stumbled towards the door. Even the bolt somehow wilted. Opened, looking at the floor. Willpower forced himself to raise his eyes. My guest, covered in crimson paint, lowered her beautiful eyes, and with all her appearance showed how uncomfortable she was.

- Hello, Elena Nikolaevna.
- Hello ... Teddy bear. - With difficulty she squeezed.
Heck! I was ready to fail on the spot. "Little Bear". An explosion from the past flashed this word in my head. "Little Bear". In front of me stood a slender girl with bright bright eyes. I squeezed my eyes tightly. Opened The girl disappeared, a woman with a face the color of a ripe tomato remained.
“You are sure that I have received so much, I did not have time to give a telegram ...” She mumbled from the doorway.
- Come in, Elena Nikolaevna, come in!
I took her heavy bags and brought her inside, the woman followed me shyly. Throwing off her light sandals, she froze in the hallway, pulling something in her hands.
- Elena Nikolaevna, I was waiting ... not for you. You are not to blame for the situation. - I carefully chose the words. - And if you don't mind ... Let's forget about her?
It was evident that the stone fell from the shoulders of a woman. She smiled and looked at me more calmly.
- Come on. Teddy bear ... - She stopped short. - Misha, can I use a shower?
- Of course. Make yourself at home. - I unnaturally uttered the phrase phrase.
But Elena Nikolaevna made my answer. She took the necessary things out of the bag and, smiling at me innocently, disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Only now I realized to the end what happened. A sense of shame burned from within. Anger and frustration were mixed with him, because wonderful sex with my little angel this weekend finally covered the large vagina. I dialed Dashkin number.
- Are you still at home? ... Do not come ... No ... Yes ... Relatives arrived earlier ... Then I will explain everything, on Monday ... Bye.
Putting the phone aside, I buried my palm, trying to digest everything and figure out how to proceed. Behind the bathroom door, the water was rustling, and I suddenly realized how thin streams of water were breaking on the young body of a light-eyed girl. They touch sensitive breasts, run off on a sports tummy and, gently caressing the hips with their wet tongue, disappear in the endless ways of urban communications.

Some kind of madness. I jumped up and walked quickly around the room. Again, an uneasy bolt filled with power, which did not shine at this weekend. A ray of light pierced through a small slot adjacent to the box of the newly installed door. The heart sank in her chest, echoing a conscious desire to spy on a woman. Stepping carefully on tiptoe, I approached the cherished crack, having forgotten how to breathe. Feeling himself a first-grader in front of the door of the women's dressing room, he leaned his cheek against the wall and, choosing the right angle, saw the body of Elena Nikolaevna.

Well-developed athletic hips overgrown with light fat, he was deposited on a thin waist. Small breasts have become much larger over the years, no wonder after two children. Neat pink nipples are swollen and just radiate undisguised sexuality. All of this together looked pretty damn feminine ...