He knocked the glass into himself, snapping a glass finger over his glass, and wiped his lips with a handkerchief.

- Do I have a good wine? Easy, sparkling, like you.
- Man's manner: in one gulp ... Do you have something with your finger?
- Yes. Roughly speaking, it simply does not exist.
- BUT...
- It's a long story. I will tell it to you when we are friends so much that you will not be bored listening to the stories of the old bachelor.
- Are you an old bachelor?
- Yes. All my friends are obsessed with my marriage. All the Queens have been caught up with me and it seems that they will soon start making forays in New Jersey *.
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* A neighboring state with New York, on the opposite bank of the Hudson River. - approx. auth.

- Well, so what's the matter?
- Oooh ... After all, I am not only an old, but also a very demanding bachelor. Give me not that and not another, but so it is to the very point. In the nose, in other words. Which itself you know where it grows. Or do not you know?
- Uh ...
- Do not you know?

As they talked, Sue began to noticeably nervous: fidget, spin, drum her fingers on the table ...

“Why are you always looking at your watch, Sue?”
- Oh, I'm sorry: wacky habit.
- Probably, my husband taught?
- Maybe...

“It's time to attack”, Gregory thought.

“Now, Curly Sue, let's change the record.”
“What ... what do you want with this ...” Sue picked her up, looking frowningly at Gregory.
- I want to invite you to dance, Miss Curly. Let me take you to the dance floor.
- dance floor?
- Yeah. A small evening dance for two. By candlelight ...

Gregory gallantly stretched out his hand, Sue took hold of her fingers, cold as an icicle, and they rose from the table.

“It will be a special dance,” said Gregory, introducing her into a spacious room, furnished simply, but elegantly, and even sophisticated. - A dance in which everything depends on the costume ...
- From the suit? ... Beautifully you have here. As for the old bachelor ...
“And you saw a lot of bachelor houses? ... So, Sue ...” Gregory lit the candles in the candlesticks and turned off the lights. Immediately it became dark, eerie and magical. A delicate, piercingly intoxicating aroma appeared in the air: the candles were aromatic. “So, Sue, let's sit down in these chairs.” Soon the candles will break out in full force, and the time of our dance will come. But before that, I would like to play one game with you.
- In Game?! In which?
- Oh, this is a very simple game - in association. Blitz party. I say the word, you speak yours. Within two seconds. I have a suitable stopwatch in my mobile phone - a loud-sounding ... If you slow down for more than two seconds, it means that you lost.
- But why?
- In this way we will solve our main question: how do we dance. If you lose more than three times - we dance without clothes. Totally.
- But ...
- To make it all fair - choose the number of words. Twenty suit you?
- Uh ... a lot. Come on ten.
- Fifteen...
- Twelve!
- is coming. Deal! Are you ready? Attention ... turn on!

The candles filled the twilight with a shimmering shimmering on the walls and chest of Sue. Her curls gleamed with dull little pieces of gold, like Christmas rain from foil.

- So ... Candles?
- Romance!
- Night?
- Stars!
- The man?
- Uh ...
- First loss! Cheating?
- True.
- two?
- Dinner.
- Dinner?
- Wine!
- Wine?
- Uh ...
- The second loss! Woman?
- Freedom.
- Money?
- Opportunities.
- Robbery?
- Uh ... Police!
- Poison?
- Wineglass.
- The man?
- Uh ...
- The third loss! And the twelfth word. You lost, Curly Sue. One word - and we would never dance this dance as it should be. But you lost ... - Gregory got up and slowly approached her.

Sue got up too:
- And now what ...
- The dance has begun! - from somewhere music began to play, quiet and piercing, like the scent of candles. “The dance has begun, and we are still out of shape.”Get ready for the dance, Miss Curly!

Gregory walked over to her and slowly unbuttoned her button on her blouse. - We will not hurry. Now you help me ...

Sue looked at him in silence; then she extended her hand and unbuttoned a button on his shirt. Gregory's hands gently took her by the hips - and led to the rhythm of barely audible music ...

“This is a very special dance,” he whispered, swaying gently with her. - Endless, like this night. We have nowhere to hurry ...

Soon, all the buttons were unbuttoned, and Sue's blouse fell to the floor, revealing rounded shoulders and chest hollow, followed by Gregory's shirt.

“The time has come to reveal all the secrets,” he whispered, smoothly rising from Sue's hips to her back. Without interrupting the dance, he clicked the bra lock and slowly pulled the black straps towards him ... - Now you.

Sue pulled up his shirt, and she fell to the floor.

“I seem to have lost my mind,” she said hoarsely. - Never before would I ...
- We are both crazy. Let it comfort you, ”Gregory replied, tightening black lace from the rounded hemispheres. Bursting out of captivity, Sue's breasts rang out to the sides, trembling with resilient large moons. Their nipples bulged apart like horns imp. Sue looked at them as if she could not believe that they were naked; then - on Gregory ...

- And now - a new stage of dance. Are you ready? Take a deep breath ... exhale ... Got it? - and Gregory suddenly embraced Sue, slamming her into his bare skin — chest to chest, stomach to belly, shoulders to shoulders, tightly-tight, cell to cell — and gently pushing her into his body, without stopping the dance .

Sue gasped, burned with body heat, drowned in him, spread, choked - and pressed her nose into Gregory's neck, dangling curls on his back.

They rocked so long, getting drunk from intimacy. Then Gregory's hands, stroking Sue's back, widened the touch zone, going down on her hips, on her hips ... and soon her unbuttoned pants slowly slid down her legs.

“Your move,” Gregory whispered to her. Sue pulled away from him, smacking her breasts, and unbuckled his belt. Under the trousers, a stake showed up, stretching the white fabric of the underpants, like the bow of a ship. Sue gasped, throwing up her hands funny ...

After a minute, she puffed loudly, feeling the panties slip from her thighs, exposing the shameful and hot. A minute later, she gasped again, extracting a huge ram from under the white cloth, hard and heavy, like a gun. This gun was aimed at her straight in the face ... Then Gregory drew Sue again, hugged, slapped her nakedness, thrust the ram between her legs - and the dance continued.

The ram slid in the doors, soapy from the lubricant, without going inside. Sue was already beginning to howl, how to bend and stick into Gregory like a sucker, but he knew that this was only the beginning.

“This is only the beginning of our dance, Sue,” he said, tickling her neck with his lips. His tongue touched velvet skin easily, like butterfly wings, and his hands gently slid over his body and crushed him, gradually strengthening his grip.

Kissing his neck, he rose to his ear and poured into it with a soft, demanding tongue, washing it out ... Read more →