If for a birthday three out of ten colleagues give you sex toys, then it is worth considering. No, they, of course, laugh it off, pretending that this is such a joke, but, as they say, you cannot throw out words from a fairy tale, and in every joke there is some truth.

The weather was in tune with the mood. The third day was stuffy, diluted with a nasty rain. I had a headache, insomnia started.

Olga hardly got out of the route taxi and, loaded with presents, hurried to the house. It quickly got dark and the first drops of rain had already fallen on the asphalt. As luck would have it, the bright packaging with a black vibrator and strived to fall out of the bag. Neighbors will see shame not turn around. Co-workers ... pranksters, damn it!

There is a huge puddle near the house, in which even trucks are afraid to drive in, and cars even more so. We have to go around this little dirty sea on the edge, but still the shoes are hopelessly soiled. And so every day!

Several years ago, an active construction project began in front of the Olino House. A modern residential complex was erected in front of our eyes, but at the same time the old road was completely destroyed. No one was going to fix it yet.

The woman glanced at the dark thirteen-story building. In some places the lights lit up - these are the first tenants. Soon they will be much more, there will be cars, children ... noise, din and debris.

Rising to the fifth floor of the native Khrushchev, Olga first of all put flowers in a vase (well, not only the vibrators were presented to her!), Put the container with red caviar in the refrigerator. Be sure to eat later.

The evening did not promise anything new - tidy up a bit in the apartment, watch TV, read a book and sleep. Except that...

Terribly embarrassed, Olga sat on the bed and began to examine the gifts. Those are the ones.

Big black vibrator with batteries, anal balls and something like a massager for the most intimate places. Everything else a set of lubricants. Everything is provided for ...

- Hint that I'm not fucking bitch? - Olga smirked. - Here I will arrange them an unscheduled check ...

The woman continued to mumble, but viewed the gifts with interest. Even gently licked the vibrator and tried to insert the cheek. It blushed so much that it threw into a fever. I had to open the windows and ventilate the room to relieve dizziness. This is what brings about forced abstinence and rich imagination.

While watching the favorite of the series and drank coffee, every now and then looked at the black friend, lonely thrown on the bed. Well, what if you think about it? They sell them, it means there is demand ... So people use ... In general, it is very convenient! No obligations ... No mutual claims ... I enjoyed it and put it in the closet.

Grease came in very handy. Olga with a low moan introduced a cool toy. Pleasant feeling of fullness. The woman slowly experimented with speed and depth.

It's ok.

What's the big deal?

Nicely...

Olga exhaled with a noise, relaxing after a surge of emotion.

Not a bad gift.

The next day at work, she stated that “these nonsense”, of course, threw it away. Colleagues just embarrassed grunted, recognizing that they overdo it with jokes. Work days continued.

It's been two weeks. First impressions faded. The vibrator delivered physical pleasure, but at the same time served as a symbol of female weakness and shame. She hated this toy, but relaxed with her every evening.

And this could not lead to anything good. Each time the orgasm was harder, the woman almost rubbed her tender skin to get hers.

And today, she was lying on the bed, legs spread wide apart. Black friend has already taken his place. Olga closed her eyes and tried to imagine ... HIS. He is a collective image, the most-most ... But not yet met.

Suddenly, the lower abdomen pricked unpleasantly. Olga frowned and dropped the toy. Everything...Need something else.

Then the woman’s gaze fell to the open window. The blood drained from the face, my heart sank with horror, tears came out in front of my eyes, a cry froze in my throat ... In general, shock.

Khrushchev from the new high-rise building was separated by a narrow street. So narrow that now the tenant from the apartment opposite was quietly watching Olga. With binoculars !!!

When the light was on, and from such a distance, it was in full view. Olga rolls onto the floor and hid behind the bed. She crawled to the window and quickly closed the curtains.

Shame !! Well, and this scoundrel, what !?

Olga carefully opened the curtains and looked out with one eye. The man has not gone away and looked extremely disappointed. He put down his binoculars and scratched his head thoughtfully.

Gad, but cute. Strong figure, tall ...

What is this !? Is she now always opposite to him !?

Olga started crying wistfully, imagining how long she had been watching her. She never shuttered the window ...

Looked out again carefully.

The man was just waiting for this. Immediately noticed, showed a hand with a thumb up. Appreciated means. Bastard!

The woman quickly recoiled from the window and swept around the room. What to do? Pull on the brakes or go swear?

At some point she felt good ... She didn’t notice that she unconsciously launched her palm between her legs and actively stimulated the thinking process. The palm was wet ... Without any lubrication.

The orgasm turned out to be bright and long, the only thing that darkened him, Olga could not concentrate on HEM, constantly presenting this bastard from the house opposite.

After waiting another couple of hours, Olga opened the curtains to let in the outside air. The fifth floor in Khrushchev is a roof heated overnight and wild stuffiness.

The woman took a deep breath of the night air and shuddered. Doorbell. Who can come at such a late hour?

She tiptoed to the door and peeked through the peephole. There are two on the landing, in blue overalls and company caps of the local delivery service.

- Who's there? - cautious Olga. She is a lonely woman, you never know.

- Courier service "Breeze". For you line delivery!

- I did not order anything!

“So someone else ordered something,” the courier impatiently explained, and his friend added. - Everything is already paid, your address. Just sign it.

Olga hesitated a little, but opened the door.

Five minutes later she became the happy owner of a huge bouquet of flowers and ... a telescope.

- What the hell? - the woman was perplexed, but then she looked out the window and ...

The stranger, armed with binoculars, waved his hand affably.

Olga rushed around the room. Thoughts are confused. Close the curtains? Stuffy ...

Not inventing anything smarter, the woman went into the kitchen, where she put the flowers I enter. A beautiful bouquet, no doubt. Much more and more expensive than what was presented at work. Yes, and made elegant.

Interestingly, he made or ordered? Look, worth, lybitsya ...

Olga squeaked when she realized that the stranger’s kitchen was just opposite her kitchen, which he brazenly took advantage of. This is the same natural pursuit. Although, admittedly, such intrusive attention even flatters. A little bit, a little bit.

The woman crawled into the bedroom, turned off the light, and ducked under the covers, flashing her eyes toward the window. The light of the stranger was still burning, and she could observe how he stripped to his underpants, stretched a little, waved dumbbells ...

Strong man ... Hairy legs, chest, too little. Not a bad press, developed muscles of the arms and legs. Obviously watching himself. Olga regretted not collecting the telescope today.

The stranger disappeared, returning after a few minutes with a wet head, waved goodbye, drove the woman into the paint, and turned off the light.

Olga tossed and woke up several times. It seemed to her that someone else's eyes were wandering around the body. Thoughts were confused, losing the line between sleep and reality.

The stranger watched her. Saw. Evaluated.

What could he think?

Woman unwittingly thought. She is not young ....