- Extinguish, please light, - asked the young man.

- Are you shy of me? - The girl was surprised.

“Yes, I am embarrassed,” I explained, “I'm used to sleeping naked.”

She straightened out from under the blanket. She was wearing an elegant pink nightie with frills on top and bottom, barely reaching to her knees. Undoubtedly, I had time to admire her lovely breasts, translucent of translucent fabric. A sweet spot, for some reason, was devoid of hair. Why? I did not know. After all, she was not interested in men. Sponges framing a beautiful flower flashed when she ran to the switch and turned off the light. Of course, I was immediately excited, but moonlight poured out of the window, as in my story, therefore, an excited young man, in every possible way tried not to stand sideways. So that the maid looking in his direction could not observe his discomfiture. Having wished each other good night, we tried to sleep. But the dream did not go to us. We periodically tossed on our boxes.

- Yura, are you not sleeping? - semi-affirmatively, half-interrogative asked Katyusha, - come to me. I'm cold ... We just lie down next to it, it seems in her voice there were notes of an offended girl.

She was angry that they are not interested in her, they are not seeking her, they don’t want her, they don’t want her! Female nature prevailed over modesty, she slapped on the cheeks of the Purity, kicked in the ass Chastity. In the end, she just wanted to! What is the difference in principle: will she sleep with me in the present or will she pretend later? She wasn’t a girl, but she wanted to feel like a woman, even if she was an awless youngster. I guessed it, but I was a little angry with her, so I confirmed my desires: “Let him first ask! And I, with a pont, will see if I take what is being offered or not. ”

Lie down in bed with a woman, what could be more beautiful! Feel the warmth of the body lying next to it, the smell ... Even without touching it, but realize that you just have to reach out, how can you feel the smoothness of her skin, hair silk. What dream are you talking about? I heard the sound of her heart, so clearly, as if she were in my arms. I waited and waited!

“Yura kiss me,” she asked plaintively.

I kissed, barely touching her cheek. Just as the first-grader kisses on the cheek that allowed his girlfriend to do it. ABOUT! I remembered this unforgettable feeling! I screamed in my brain: “Ask for more! Beg! ” She heard. She put her hand on my stomach, but not yet daring to move it lower, said loudly:

- Kiss my flower, as in that, your story. I want to know what it is: the flight of a moth! Show me your Viennese sticks!

Then she turned to me and with all the passion she dug into my lips. I could not stand it. I melted like that ice cream maker, forgotten in the kitchen by a careless mistress. Throwing back the blanket and lifting the nightie, he immediately clung to her naked pussy lips. Katyusha groaned. No, she was not a cold woman. She was hot as a hot water pipe. From all its cracks erupted the flame of sensuality. How she managed to hide her, I was not clear. I did not need to show the flight of a moth, it flowed like the last bitch. Her sensuality broke free, handing out the cuffs of Conscience, Femininity, Integrity. Now she didn’t care what the companions from the sewing workshop would say about her. She wanted Love, Pleasure, Feminine happiness!

- Come to me! - did not ask, and she ordered.

I came. He kissed her on the lips, touched the tight nipples of her breasts, slipped his hands under her ass and entered. The gates of love were open and gladly missed the ram. The fortress named Catherine fell. She surrendered to the mercy of the winner. But not honoring himself defeated turned me on his back.And she began to love me, because she wanted it. But she felt her lover, and when I wanted to go outside she did not give: “To me! Into Me! ”She shouted while orgasming. She looked at her feminine calendar ?! Damn it - this female nature! You never know why all this is done. The soul of a woman, not even darkness, but a black hole ... And already after many years, I am more and more convinced of this.

... In the morning, by mutual agreement and agreement, we played a small scene, practically in front of the door of our neighbor. I quite palpably slammed my hand on Katyusha’s ass and made a statement that it was seven times, not six! And let him not dare to contradict me.

“But I didn’t finish it for the seventh time,” the girlfriend was angry, “it means six!”

- Well, you consider yourself, and I for myself. My opinion is seven!

In truth, on that sleepless night, we finished just four times. But both at once. But my mistress asked exactly so to speak and be sure to slap her on the pope.

Oh, those women! What are the only sacrifices we do not have to go to men! Even on a lie!

Part 3

At work, I worked. I was not to love experiences. However, Katya, running to smoke breaks, climbed on to kiss me. And I chose the angles for the companions to see. I guessed that she continued to demonstrate the status of otvyaznoy girls, so as not to tease her. Therefore, sometimes in seconds of our revelations, he would lay his hand on her pretty ass. That, as it were, casually plucked at her lovely breasts.

Just yesterday, I was not seen as a man. I was just a repair application to the sewing workshop. But today everything has changed. They began to notice me as I walked past the rows of machines, distracting from the monotonous streokot, giving a variety of smiles from evaluators to seductive ones. A couple of times called for absolutely no reason to just chat. Moreover, the subtlest hints were sometimes very thick.

From a beardless youth I suddenly turned into a man. Of course, Kate was to blame. She strongly emphasized her ownership of me. Several times I brought a soda from a vending machine in the corridor, at her request, in order to better approve her status. It is a pity that at that time there were no coffee machines, as in the present. Bring coffee to your sweetheart, would have looked much more significant and impressive. It was not at all difficult for me to play along with her vanity — I did it with great pleasure.

Again, the young man came to work to work, and not to be pumped up with alcohol-containing liquids in order to brighten up his idleness. What can not be said about the storekeeper. He, too, was his own master. Concurrently - loader. He dragged fabric rolls to the warehouse or dragged off finished products. Just today he had a holiday. I do not know in honor of what: the day of the Paris Commune or the million years of life on Earth? In general, he was drunk in the thread, and the car came to the warehouse with matter. She had to quickly unload.

The brigadier decided to entrust this important task to a slender lad, so that he would confirm his masculinity by promising to pay immediately in cash. Before my gaze a whole quarter darted, with this amount it was possible to buy a variety of trinkets for my new girlfriend. Including gourmet food and or all sorts of female things and things. At that time it was a lot of money, for which it was necessary to hunch two days, or even more. And then for five minutes, the young man thought so, followed by the brigadier into the yard of the enterprise.

The car was not at the gate of the warehouse, but about fifteen meters away. Seeing how many rolls of matter there, I was very disappointed. It seemed to me that there are one hundred, maybe two hundred? Or even three hundred ?! No, they were not heavy. On pervosti grabbed two. But inside the warehouse it was necessary to go almost the same distance and carefully put them in a pile. Almost half a day they were dragged there, cursing their softness, greed for money, but mostly lack of physical strength. I swear to myself that I will now start to do physical exercises and run three kilometers in the morning, no - five, the young man was exhausted, carrying heavy bales.I could not understand how I managed to push through in the army ... Read more →