She was a tender, untouched flower. Only with her one clear worldview, a pathological love for people. Her open soul sensitively caught the mood swings communicating with her, keenly feeling both the joy and grief of others. However, she was more vulnerable and vulnerable. Sometimes, they didn’t even think about offending, it didn’t work out on purpose, by itself: just saying some things, people didn’t think that they hurt her so much. And she had forgotten how to trust ... Although to the defense of anyone offended, she threw herself openly, calling for conscience and mercy. Her naive stories were not so naive, they were deep in their meaning and content, the ability to look into the very essence of seemingly ordinary things. And by the ability to revive the objects around her, to endow them with mood, character, deep wise reasoning, she was similar to the great storyteller of all times and the people - Hans Christian Andersen.

And just as all her contemporaries dreamed passionately to fall in love, to know the carnal passion and feel like it, when there is a man inside you. But time passed, and she never trusted anyone, without revealing her feminine essence, which was already quite violently blossoming in her stories, languishing in thoughts, like in a dungeon. Everything changed the case ...

It was necessary for this to happen that the faithful friend of the motorcycle broke, but right at the house of a friend when she was there alone. There was nothing to wait for, and she stroked him on the hot side and promised him that she would be back soon. He will only get to the city, take the necessary tools and immediately return. She again sadly sighed, looking at the two-wheeled friend, and resolutely walked along the path from the house to the highway to catch the bus, which went here only twice a day. She would just have time back from the city on it. But, according to the law of meanness, she did not have time for just a few minutes. At first she wanted to return, but remembering the sad look of her iron horse, resolutely shook her head and walked forward, hoping for a ride.

About forty minutes later, when she was almost knocked out, walking under the scorching sun, she heard the sound of a braking machine from behind. She looked round. The long-range range stopped and a solid man looked out of it, smiling cheerfully: “Little girl ...” he called out, “let's give a ride?” Probably up to the city? ”She looked at him attentively: cheerful eyes, open eyes, friendly smile, through the window I saw strong man's hands. And clean ... Usually the drivers were dirty ... Noting all this in my head a little thought. “Do not be afraid! The soldier will not offend the child, ”the man smiled again. She listened to herself ... her feelings and intuition never failed. My heart was calm, warm and light. She quickly jumped into the cabin on the other side.

All the way, they chatted like best friends, and for some reason, she did not know herself, she told and told about herself, about her hard share, fate, about her only iron friend. The man frowned with her, then laughed at her merry adventures. And after a couple of hours, it seemed to her that they had known each other for a long time. Some spark ran between them. She trustingly, putting her head on his strong shoulder, looked into the distance, listening to his not tricky story about the family, that love goes away with time, and the debt to loved ones remains. And he ... he rode slowly, feeling on his shoulder a girl's head, which made him tremble. The soul was filled with sympathy and tenderness for this girl. After a couple of hours, he offered to stop for lunch. She was upset ... hurrying to the bus, she did not even think about food. But he smiled, saying that he had enough supplies for two. After all, he took on a partner and no one thought that appendicitis would be brought down in one of the cities of that one.He parked the car on the side of the road, pulled out a blanket to spread it and carried it to the forest, away from the eyes and the scorching sun.

They devoured bread with tomatoes and cucumbers, drinking water, continuing to chat about everything and everything at the same time. Then he ate a huge apple and lay back on the blanket, his hands behind his head. He lay and dozed, listening to how rare birds sing in more often, how bees buzz and mosquitoes itch at the ear. And she sat and, biting a blade of grass, looked at him, penetrating every cell, recalling his words and filling with tenderness. Suddenly for herself she touched his cheek with her palm. He froze ... but his eye did not open ... She was embarrassed and abruptly pulled her hand away, so that she caught hold of the collar of his shirt. He caught her hand and lifted his gaze up into the eyes. She was embarrassed, but did not pull out her hand. And then, hesitantly, he pulled her to him, not looking up from his eyes, it seemed, looking into the very soul.

And suddenly she wanted to trust this man, for some reason he reminded her of a big kind bear. She closed her eyes and trustingly put her lips up for a kiss. How everything fluttered inside! Pleasant waves rolled through the body from the touch of men's lips. But he was in no hurry, he gently kissed, carefully penetrating his tongue, as if giving a taste. And only when he felt that the sharp girlish teeth caught his tongue, and her tongue clumsily and hesitantly touched him, only then he resolutely pulled her to himself and already in a businesslike manner, began to kiss like a man, not letting her in captive and playing with the tongue. A man's hand lay on her little hillock of the chest, she was embarrassed at first, but he did not give the opportunity to think, sweetly tearing at her lips. With a corner of consciousness, she felt the male hand penetrate under the shirt and cover the entire small breast so that the nipple was between the fingers. Wild excitement covered her ... she knew ... she read how good it was, but she was probably not so ready for it.

A hot wave of desire poured over her head and splashed below the abdomen. She nodded slightly, biting his lip. And his hands had long been removed from her thin boy's shirt and gently squeezed, caressed his chest, feeling the peas are girlish nipples. Semi resolutely, half inquiringly, unbuttoning his tight jeans, he ran his fingers over his belt, silently offering to take it off. She closed her eyes tightly with shame and determination, but nodded confidently with her head. He could not cope with jeans, they were too narrow. She, blushing, without opening her eyes, lifted her hips and pulled them off with her hands. Fragile as a reed, with delicate, slightly tanned skin, in thin, almost transparent panties, she lay in front of him, tightly closing her eyes with fear, exhausted from the new feeling that made her do it, and which, as she understood, was called desire. He looked around at her fragile figure, so trustingly stretched before him, and felt how he was flooded with endless tenderness for this girl, whom he did not know a couple of hours ago.

He wanted to protect her from everything and give all the tenderness and love that had accumulated over many years and not spent on anyone. He lowered his head between her trembling legs and gently inhaled the scent of an excited womb. He touched his lips, ran his tongue between his lips, right across the fabric. She shuddered ... the first reaction was to shrink ... but she overcame herself. Nervously licking her lips, she waited for what would happen next, mortally fearing and just as keen to continue. And he decided ... he knew that he could not offend her ... Pulling off almost wet panties, he began to caress slowly, enjoying her smells, her desire, seeing how all the sponges swell as they turn out, revealing a little shiny cave. Only after that, as she spread her legs, he allowed his tongue to penetrate every crevice, every crease, to caress every cell of this girlish mind-blowing pussy. She bit her lip, still could not hold back all the groans, slightly wriggling under it, sticking fingers into the grass, squeezing it, almost pulling out of the forest sod.He raised himself up and, looking into her face, slowly led one finger into a close, wet cave. She immediately stiffened and paused, breathing heavily. He gently led in front of the entrance and again introduced inside.

She shrank ... he felt it with his finger: so tightly the hot walls covered his finger ... But he waited ... as soon as the walls relaxed their grip, he continued to caress, adding caress with the tongue of the pearl of the clitoris. She moaned, sometimes slightly screaming, when her finger came in completely and moved inside. She was so lost in her feelings, so relaxed and trustingly gave herself to him, that she didn’t even understand when two fingers entered her bosom. She felt that it was becoming closer, but also much more pleasant ... She was moving her hips, already squatting on her fingers, wriggling under his tongue and suddenly, with a sharp rise of her arms, straight with jammed blades of grass between her fingers, she dug her hands into his head, bending over with soundless screaming over it. She covered her ... so much, so sweetly, so nicely, that she was tremblingly ending, clutching his fingers with force, settling on them, sobbing from an overabundance of emotions. But she did not have time to come to his senses, as he hung over her and slowly, but resolutely began to go, pushing the still shrinking walls with her head, caressing them with his flesh and throwing her again to the height of wild excitement and desire.

A slight pain for a moment interrupted this flight, but then pleasure with a new force fell on her ... and she began to cry ... she cried from an oversupply of emotions, feelings ... sobbing, digging into his shoulders with her nails. He stopped, frightened, looking into her face with closed eyes and drenched in tears. But she opened her blurred eyes and said: “No! Please ... continue! I want to!! I want it myself !! More !! ”And he moved, already confidently, completely entering into it, trying to keep control of the situation. But he could not ... the girlish body beat under him in desire and ecstasy, moaning, ending so that he felt it with a member that squeezed rhythmically, in movement it slipped off and was again put on by a narrow hole. He growled ... losing control of himself, but having managed to pull out the shooting member at the last moment. Sperm scattered along the lying bushes, and ridiculously and fancifully hung on several branches in bizarre thick drops. He fell near, breathing heavily and collecting thoughts in his head ...

There is not much left to the city. He slowed down, but sooner or later he had to enter the city. They again talked like good old friends ... Only sometimes, meeting their eyes, they suddenly became embarrassed and turned away, unable to look at each other. He drove her all the way to the house. The car stopped and they fell silent. “Well, shall I go?” She smiled and opened the door of the cabin. "You ... forgive ... you know ... if you want ..." - he began stuttering. “Tssssssss ...” she pressed her finger to his lips, “thank you for everything. I will never forget you. You will always be the best man in my life! ". She smiled encouragingly and slid down, giving him a tender look at last. She did not regret anything. She trusted herself and did not regret it. She was happy...