- Nothing wrong! Everything is there!

- Are you going to buy me a swimsuit?

- Pfff! And not only! Do not worry! I am one of the founders there, I get a freebie and a discount!

Polina immediately felt better because they were not going to the apartment right now. So, for some time you can not think about the upcoming important event, but you can just enjoy life. The sports complex was part of a large shopping and entertainment center. Sergey and Polina were already waiting. A friendly girl, smiling sweetly, led them to the dressing rooms, showed where and what to be, issued packages with swimming bath accessories and slippers. Polina took a shower with great pleasure. Spring heat and humidity quickly made the skin sticky, and warm soap streams were perceived now as a heavenly pleasure. The pool itself was not large - 25 meters long and only 4 lanes. But there were a lot of people. Especially for Sergey and her guests one of the tracks was released. Nobody prevented them from enjoying water treatments. Sergey himself, like an avid swimmer, began to swim from side to side, in different styles, changing the breaststroke, to the crawl, crawl to the dolphin, to the dolphin to crawl on the back. He was in great shape. Polina only now understood what his words mean that he leads a healthy lifestyle and spends time and money on it.

Even at the beginning of their relationship, Polina knew that Sergey was older than her. But how old is he, even approximately, she could not tell. When he gave them a lecture, it seemed to her that he was about 50 years old. So serious was his appearance, his expression and his words were so clever. But when they were playing bowling with Sergei, and he was cheerful and fooling around, it seemed to Polina that he was no more than 25. So bright his eyes glittered with energy, so fast and plastic his movements were. When Sergey had problems at work, and he came behind her blacker than a cloud, Polina thought he was 50 again. So many wrinkles appeared on his face, and his eyes were so dull. But it was enough for them to be together for a while, to caress, as if Sergei was transformed and looked younger to 25. Once she directly asked how old he was, but Sergei answered that he would say only before the wedding.

Now for the first time Polina saw him almost without clothes. Broad shoulders, powerful torso, narrow hips, and large, but not thick, legs. The body was covered with lumps of muscles, apparently trained and working, slightly hidden by a thin layer of fat. Sergey was not like an athlete or pitching as in the photos, he did not shine with muscles and could not boast of a clear relief, but radiated real masculine strength and power. Polina felt a desire to touch his body, touch his strong hands and feel his warmth. Will it really be today? Does he embrace her, and she him, they will lie naked, together and will love each other? From the dreamy thoughts, the girl, who climbed out of the next path to the side, tore off her hat, effectively took off her hat and disheveled her hair, which rushed down like a golden wave. Sergei just at that moment rested on the bench, and it was clear that the performance was especially for him. The girl, wanting to consolidate the impression made, walked past Sergey with a model gait, eroticly straightening her chest. Of course, Sergei held the blonde with his eyes, while continuing to sip sports cocktail. But Polina did not have time to experience a strong tide of jealousy, as Sergey looked at her and indicated by gestures that she was Polina, much steeper both in form and beauty of her face. He did it with such a charming smile that Polina had no doubt that she really liked Sergey.

After the pool, they went to the cafe. Sergey rarely drove her to restaurants. Not because he was greedy or had little money. He explained this by the fact that everything in the cafe is much simpler, faster and no less tasty.The main thing is to know where there is a correct cafe, in which the proper chefs and waiters work. He knew these three. But today Sergey said that they would go to try new things.

- Danilych said that there are just awesome salads. And you know that I myself am not my own from salads. You do not mind?

- Of course not! Let's go to the new.

Outwardly, the cafe seemed somehow quite modest, if not to say poor. It was obvious that it was new, but all the furniture and appliances were cheap. Not shining luxury. But when the waiter brought their order and he and Sergey tasted their dishes, the restaurant’s entourage went to the background. The salads were just delicious. Sergey immediately fled in the direction of the kitchen. Polina is already accustomed to his unexpected antics. From the sounds coming from the kitchen, she guessed that Sergey was trying to find out who the author of the salads was, who to thank.

- Imagine, it turns out that they are being made by some Tajik. He doesn't even speak Russian properly! Genius! He said that he makes salads just like that, without recipes. Looks at the products and comes up with.

But no matter how interesting and entertaining the evening was, it gradually turned into night. At night, Polina was waiting for the inevitable event. And though the fascinating pastime made her forget about it, but when they arrived at Sergey's house, the “vatnost” of the legs and the coldness in her stomach returned to her again. She clearly understood that if she was going up the stairs now, then tomorrow, another Polina would be walking down her. Sergey did not show a drop of concern or doubt. He was still cheerful and at ease. It seemed that the upcoming event was nothing special for him. They entered the apartment and Sergey immediately took Polina on a tour. He showed her where to find the kitchen, told him what and where was working there, then he took me to the bathroom and the toilet, showed everything and told. Then the study, hall, and bedroom were presented. In the bedroom there was a large bed covered with a bedspread. When Paulina looked at the bed, her legs trembled, and her excitement increased. She immediately imagined herself making love to her. Polina liked the bed. On this will be very nice to have sex. It is much better than a dusty mattress in a country house or a creaking odnushka in a hostel. The first time on such a bed, and even with an experienced and beloved man - this is just the dream of every girl. But Polina was still scared.

- Are you thinking about something? Oh sad?

- No no! All is well! What else do you have in the house?

- I have a drop dead balcony! Come on, I'll show you!

From the balcony there was a delightful view of the night city. Sergey showed her luminous points and called what it was. How beautiful it is here!

- Let's go drink tea and watch photos!

Polina left the balcony with regret, firmly intending to return here again if possible. They sat in the hall, drank tea and talked about the city. Then Sergey went for the photos. Polina thought that he would now take out the photo frames or a tablet, but Sergey brought out these photo albums. He opened the first of them, and began to show black and white vintage photographs.

- This is my great-grandfather, and this is his grandfather. But my great-grandmother. But grandfather.

At the same time, he told fascinating stories about each of the people depicted in the photographs. Polina did not even notice how the evening quickly turned into late night. Somewhere in the middle of the second album, under the stories of Sergey, she dozed off, dropping her head on his shoulder. She felt in a dream how Sergei picked her up and carried her. As laid on the bed, as covered with a blanket. And then there was already a dream.

She woke up in the morning and did not immediately understand where she was. The morning light was brighter than electric lighting of the previous evening, so Polina did not recognize the place first. Just turning to the other side of the bed, seeing Sergey sleeping on the other side, she decided on her whereabouts. She lay in the clothes in which she came, covered with a blanket. She wanted to get up and walk around the house, but she felt that she had not slept. The eyes did not want to open, and the body did not want to move.She looked at her watch and saw that it was just 6.15 in the morning. For the day off is an unimaginable hour. Pauline ... Read more →