The next end of the working day did not add optimism to you, even though it was Friday. You have not been happy for a long time, a constant routine, work-home, work is home, and only occasionally choose your friend, who, as you think, is not the same as she was before. So this time you walk along the wet streets of the long-familiar route with the only thought that someday something in your life will change. It was quite cold even for autumn, what can we say about summer and you already think everything in this life rebelled and goes against you. The wind blew your face, blowing away the tears that appeared from him, weeds from the surging melancholy. On the way, you drove into the store to buy some goodies and thus cheer yourself up. In your head you already imagined how you would fall under a warm blanket with your cat and you would not get up from under it all the weekend.

Everything should not be so. I have been watching your situation for a very long time and I’m probably the only person, at least with whom you can communicate frankly on any topic. I see how it all depresses you, and yes, today I am tired of all this. Being a very practical person, remembering everything in trifles, I know your route and I can say for sure how long you will come home, but it seemed to me a great idea to make you a surprise, since this is exactly what you lack. A surprise, if it is good, properly organized with soul and love, can create a miracle and literally make a gray robot (in a minute, by the way, you were a cheerful and happy person). I still don’t know your attitude towards me, but for sure I know that you would be glad to see me.

I ask for help early from work, after the meeting there is no time to go home and change into something more comfortable, so I decide to go to you in a suit. I am going to your house, on the way, I stop at a flower shop and take, as it seemed to me, a very beautiful bouquet of roses, they should add mood to you and make you smile, because without any reason you did not receive flowers for a very long time. After sprinkling perfume in the car, having arrived, as usual, half an hour earlier than planned, I begin to count down the seconds to my exit. My foot drummed nervously on the rug and it seems that I smoked half a pack in 30 minutes of waiting. Having lit another cigarette, I decided to go outside, the car already had such a Kumar that it was already impossible there. The rain was drizzling, gusts of wind tried to break the flowers, and I heard the sound of an opening intercom behind my back.

A peasant of about 70, boldly and handsomely, ran out of the entrance, the door of which began to close very slowly. I decided that it would be better to meet you indoors than on the street and managed to run through the closing door. The first thing that looked at was the absence of light, practically ... Apparently the light bulb had once again burned out or was brazenly stolen by one of the greedy tenants. I got up at the elevator to see who comes in and out of the door. It took literally 5 minutes, as I heard the friendly melody of the opening intercom and the sound of your footsteps. I recognize them from a million. Even if there was total darkness and I did not see your silhouette, I would have identified you without hesitation from the first step. I never understood that it was an intuition, a memory, or something more romantic and more, but the fact remained.

You went to meet me, absolutely not looking in my direction, tightly clutching a package in my hand and poking something in your phone. Apparently on the movement worked out to automatism, you pressed the elevator call button, absolutely not looking around. A very interesting idea immediately appeared in my head.

The elevator doors opened very loudly, as if grumbling that it was time for him to retire long ago, and the elevator itself was small, cramped and not cozy. You stepped into it and pressed the button for the desired floor when I finally came to my senses.I rushed into the door closing with no less noise and the first thing you saw when you looked up from the phone and threw your hair to the side - there was a bouquet. I ran into the cabin so suddenly and abruptly for you that you could read a huge surprise. You froze and only slightly raised an eyebrow, to which I smiled and said that your stupid lift almost took my leg off.

We climbed between the second and third floors and you already laughed at everything that happened just now. I handed you a bouquet, hugged and kissed you. Your lips were slightly cold and salty with tears, but mine, on the contrary, surely seemed to you burning hot. We exchanged a couple of phrases, you never stopped laughing and I smiled back at you. I was glad that I finally managed to take this hood of sullenness from you that was on you all this time. It seems that we drove up to the 6th floor when suddenly the elevator twisted feverishly two times from side to side and immediately the lights went out behind it.

“Fuck, for the first time, is this?” I ask you, “yes, I have never hit it that way” someone will be sent ... but after about 2 hours, when the master is free from two similar cases in the area. “But two hours together is not so bad,” I say, the fact that we would be stinging in a closed space at a height of 6 floors did not in the least alarm and frighten you or me.

The sound of hitting the floor. Your phone, which you squeezed in one hand with a bag, slipped out of your palm and rang out loud throughout the mine. Without losing moment, I declare to you that you are a handle and you can’t trust you with such a technique, to which you giggle and put a bouquet in a corner you start to bend down to find your loss. The elevator is pretty cramped and I feel like you touch me with your buns. I understand that I catch an erection from any of your touch. and come closer. Here I am already holding you by the waist and pressing myself. you rise and stick your head straight in my nose. My lips are under the tail of your hair. I spend the language on your cold neck, thereby causing you a storm of goosebumps. We do not care about the lost phone, lack of space, and a bouquet in the corner, you passionately kiss me while I squeeze your buttocks.

I am little, I am wildly little and hot, I tear off my jacket and tear my shirt, I don't care about everything, I am an animal, I am crazy, I am irresponsible. I feel your breath, your heartbeat, your body, your desire ... daaaaaa ... my dick tensed and already tearing my pants, but you don’t waste your time while I pulled off your jacket and pants - you ran my hand in there and already Masturbating to me. In a hurry, I pulled off your pants and squatted, pulling you over myself behind the buns hidden only by your panties. My face was between your legs and you began to shake from my hot breath, you are trying to break free, but it's too late. I want and I will do it. I spend my tongue along the entire length of your labia through the panties, they are wet, it seems you have brought so you will not be able to stop anymore and we no longer have a way back. I move the tongue a little more, I begin to move my right edge of the panties with my finger a little.

At the moment of touching my tongue with your clit, it seemed to me that you had finished. You shuddered and froze in place, as if trying to keep this state of euphoria inside you, your head leaned back, you tried to hold me close to you and I greedily start to caress you. It seemed to me that your body is entirely made up of springs which all simultaneously fired. It shakes you, I feel how good you are and here I sharply turn you around and bend down to the buttons. Oh yeah. Without a moment's delay, I insert my unit into the heated hole, which by that moment had been languishing for a long time in anticipation. You scream from my sharpness, but then you start moving in the same rhythm with me.I lick and breathe hard in your ear, the elevator swings from the pace we have set, my hand strokes and slaps you in the ass, I know how much you love it. Accelerating my pace, I hear you start breathing harder and harder, ONCE - I feel my veins pulsing inside of you Two - everything shrinks, shakes you again, my teeth are clinging to your ear and no longer want to leave, it seems I’ve been all ... Three ... we fall at the same time losing the ground under our feet. For a second you might think that the elevator fell into the mine. And here I am lying and looking at you all wet, tired, smiling with a spark in my eyes. I look at you and I understand that the surprise really succeeded, and this is what you really need.