I looked at Lena for a long time, thinking about something. Then he dressed quietly and slipped out of the house without closing the door. The street met him with silence, the working noise was arising somewhere close, echoing the beeps of the first vehicle, the conversations of the first passersby. He walked quickly to the end of the street and saw a round-the-clock pavilion with flowers. Having bought a large bouquet of roses, he first went out, then came back again and bought a big soft bear in the same place, something similar to him. Smiling at his thoughts, he returned and carefully laid flowers and a toy on the bed. Then he went to the kitchen and rumbled cups, preparing morning coffee. On the noise in the kitchen crawled yawning Sergey.
- Well? are we leaving? - he bit off a sandwich and quite purred.

“Yes, it's time ... there are a lot of cases,” Misha joined him and they began to quietly discuss work problems, sometimes arguing and raising their voices.

Lena woke the buzzing voices in the kitchen. She opened her eyes and saw in the face of a huge soft bear, with a good-natured and slightly silly face. A pleasant smell stood in the room. She sat on the bed and was dumbfounded ... The whole bed was filled with roses. She smiled ... slipped into the bathroom, got dressed and put herself in order, and only after that went out to the men.
- Lena, we have to go, - Misha smiled and poured her coffee, - thank you for everything!

- Have a nice road, - Lena smiled sadly in response, - and thank you.

- Long seeing - long tears ... - Seryozha resolutely rose from the table, smacked Lena in the cheek and hurried on the way out. Lena escorted them to the car, they said goodbye to the heat and left her forever.

After returning home, Misha started spinning with affairs, the work completely captured him. He went into it with his head, occasionally resting with a friend at the cottage with his parents. Time flew by quickly. Half a year passed unnoticed, he regularly visited the investigator, driving him to insanity with his assumptions, requests, threats, but Dasha’s traces were lost in that damned carriage. The conductor was not sober and that he remembered that she had descended somewhere, and he claimed that Dasha had gone down with Misha, because after some large station he found an empty compartment with absolutely no things. But when and where it was, he did not remember at all. The survey of other conductors practically did not give anything ... Then there were a lot of guys who were traveling two by two and went out in different cities and stations.

New Year Misha and Sergey decided to meet everyone in the same place at the dacha, inviting their close colleagues there. There were only two pairs, and the rest were lonely and single. An elegantly laid table, a decorated Christmas tree, dressed-up guests, flirtatiously chirping girls - all foretold a beautiful and joyful holiday.

And only Bear began to drink in the morning, gloomy after another visit to the investigator. He sat in the kitchen while they set the table in a huge room and drank, remembering how they had celebrated New Year with Dasha a year ago, played desire cards, and how she lost, and then the first time they were together. Moreover, she was generally the first time with a man. Misha remembered in detail that New Year's Eve.

Beautiful but modest dress. Fishnet stockings and awesome high heels. He then drew attention to them, they made Dasha so exciting that he unwittingly secretly constantly corrected his rising friend. Dasha was confused all the time and nervously straightened her hair, throwing a rebellious strand behind her ear. This was their first evening and night, which they spent alone. Under the chiming clock, they drank brotherhood, and a sweet kiss turned his head, pushing all thoughts, leaving only burning desire. And here he offered to play cards on desire. Dasha laughed and said that she played excellently and he had no chance.

He really lost to her three times.He shouted a crow at the window, confessed his love on one knee and pestered a passerby with a request to buy an elephant. Dasha loudly laughed and each time awarded him a kiss. The fourth time he was lucky, he won.

- Well? - Dasha smiled, expecting an innocent desire ..

- I want you to be mine today, to be with me! - taking her by the shoulders and looking right into the eyes, Misha spoke. She frightened her eyelashes and froze in his hands. Then she lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time. He did not hurry her, not removing his hands from his shoulders and quietly kissing his head.
- You see, - the words were difficult for her, - I have never been with a man.

- But you love me? - Misha raised her head by chin and looked into her eyes, - do not be afraid, Dasha, I will be very careful. After all, all the same it will happen. And I love you and I want you to be my wife. You just listen to me and do as I will say. Agreed?
She swallowed her throat and nodded her head in the affirmative. He sighed deeply with relief, took her hand and led her into the bedroom, put her on a very large bed and began to cover her bulging face with small kisses, moving to her neck, taking off her dress straps and continuing to kiss her shoulders. She often breathed and bit her lip. Misha hugged her and unbuckled the lock on the dress, then in one motion he brushed it off with her. She shrank a little, but made no sound. Bear has the same head blown off. He saw how excitedly her breast was rising, how standing nipples shone through thin weightless underwear. He gently put his hand under the breast and squeezed a little. Dasha bit her lip, but did not move. Then he resolutely unbuckled the bra and threw it aside. Her small breast immediately lay on his palm, touching the delicate skin. He bent down and kissed the nipple, then took it with his lips and slowly pulled in, biting his teeth slightly. She shuddered and quietly seemed to sob, he did not stop, continued with the second nipple. Playing with his fingers, kissing, sucking, biting, Misha more and more excited her, feeling how she involuntarily moves her body, light half-tone - half-slips flies from her lips. The nipples under his lips became firm, round ... He gently laid her back and continued to explore her body with his lips, continuing to caress her breasts with his hand.

With the other hand he gently penetrated the panties and immediately felt very wet lips under his fingers, and having slightly moved them apart, he ran a fingertip over the pearl. Dasha trembled and squeezed her legs. He ran his fingers under the wet slips of his panties and with some difficulty took them off. Slightly leaning back, looked at her girlish body excited, her eyes with closed eyes and her open mouth. She breathed excitedly, often, trembling body. He closed his eyes, hesitated a little, his brain refused to obey, desire exploded everything inside. But he restrained himself as best he could, trying to at least sometimes switch himself to something. With gentle kisses, he covered his tummy, penetrated his tongue into the navel, played there, and moved cautiously, leaving the wet path below ... As soon as he touched his pubic tongue, she flinched, jerked his whole body, and tried to push his head away. He gently, but resolutely took her hands off her head and pressed her to the bed.
“Please,” he said in a whisper, “trust me ... remove your hands.” Beg! She spread her arms to the side and was silent. Misha began to stroke her hips with her hands, first outside, and then slightly spreading her legs from the inside. Feeling that she was relaxed, he spread her legs, and lay between them so that she could not move them. And the entire surface of the hot tongue spent on the lips, lingering tip on the clitoris. Dasha arched and moaned, then taking her by the hips and holding, he began to caress her girlfriend's flower. The tongue seemed to dance on her breathtaking, tender pussy, then caressing her sponge, then penetrating into the sweet flower like a bee's proboscis for nectar, then lightly touched the clitoris, straining in anticipation of an orgasm. Dasha was no longer moaning, squirming in his hands, and in a whisper she asked for more.He hardly controlled himself, a wet and slippery vagina ... Read more →