I chose not the best time for a trip to the resort - September bloomed with fiery paints, occasionally it was raining, but on the whole it was still warm and it was even hot at noon. I did not go to Odessa because of the sea, although it was still possible to swim in the waves of Cherny. I just wanted to change the situation, to be alone, to wander through the native streets where my youth passed - once I studied in such an excellent institution as the conservatory on Novoselsky. But that was a long time ago, she rarely came to Odessa now, and she almost always missed her. Shortly before the trip, I suddenly felt like depression was pouring in me, a keen desire to change something, to feel life in a new way, to distract myself from the routine. And here I am ... Native streets lined with stone blocks - death to heels. And that special warm atmosphere that exists nowhere else, the feeling that you are at home, that everyone around you is your friend.

I did not like hotels, so I decided to stay in a boarding house, and at the same time I will heal. Not that I was sick or weakened, just spontaneously paid for a course of treatment when ordering a voucher. They settled me in a new building - a kind of new-fashioned skyscraper, shining with glass and steel balconies. Everything was on the highest level - fresh renovation, modern laconic interior, spacious room, balcony with access to the sea. But I would have been nicer than one of the old buildings, built in the 19th century, albeit slowly smoldering, but still cozy, dear. It cost me, of course, fabulously expensive - in Italy you could have spent a week somewhere on Lake Como, surfing its clear waters on a snow-white yacht. But for the nostalgia in the Primorsky district had to pay.

In general, I did not plan any acquaintances there - I had no time for men. My last gentleman disappointed me terribly, so I didn’t feel like diving into a string of new sad impressions. There was a lack of sex, of course, but I didn’t find myself in the end in order to let someone in my bed get into my bed for the sake of it. In the meantime, there you will understand, he or the prince is a goat - it’s so much time needed, so much strength ... Well, for him, decisive chastity, loneliness and frigidity for the next 2 weeks were guaranteed to me. But unfortunately on the very first evening, my cold-blooded confidence in my asexuality faltered.

I saw him on the terrace, where our body was covered with a buffet table. Nevertheless, the advantages of a new expensive body - dinner overlooking the sea, a large selection of dishes, beautiful dishes. I love the level, what can I do here ... Sitting at a small table, covered for only two people - for singles, probably, like me, - I noticed a tall, thin guy near the tables. He stood with his back to me, and I still didn’t know whether he was cute or not, but seeing his long legs in torn jeans, sinewy hands, broad shoulders and thick waves of hair coming down to them, I immediately revived and my little eyes glittered. Everything about him was like I love - not such a man, a mountain of muscles, a thick neck, brutal area, but slender, tall, and with hair! My weakness, I could never resist the grown-up patla, and if they were also well-groomed, clean, then it was a masterpiece. The only thing this guy had was dark hair, and I preferred blondes. Well, it's nothing, anyway, I was not going to get acquainted with him. So, stare, drool salivating. I was impatient to see his face - I already imagined that he was certainly handsome, with big intelligent eyes, probably brown, since his hair was dark. Turn, well, turn around! As if he had heard my thoughts, he slowly turned around, and with a lax walk of a self-assured dandy, he slowly moved to the tables, carrying on the tray a mountain of food. As I thought - beautiful. Oval noble face, large eyes, large, smooth nose and sensual lips. Oh yeah. Everything I like.If only he would shave this wool off his face, and he wouldn’t have the price - the five-day stubble blackened on his cheeks and chin, and I absolutely didn’t like that at all. Although she gave it to him that share of masculinity, which by nature he obviously lacked.

Slipping at me indifferently, he slowly walked past and sat down somewhere behind, so I lost sight of him. Honestly, his haughty look enraged me - you might think, I was unworthy of his attention. I will not say that I am a sex bomb or a beauty queen, but almost always wherever I go, wherever I am, I notice with satisfaction the men's looks of desire and envious women. I have always been the most attractive of all those present. Maybe it is trite, but I had perfectly regular facial features, well-groomed skin, hair, I knew how to make up the right color, make a good smile, make eyes. It seems nothing special, but when you look at how people sometimes have no luck with their appearance, you immediately recognize your own beauty. And he looked at me like that, as if I was a plain woman. I myself probably would have liked only one out of a hundred women.

While I angrily ate the baked fish, some half-burned uncle came to me, eager to share all their life experiences and reflections. I had to listen to him, nodding sadly in response, but all my thoughts were occupied by a long haughty type. Unable to bear it, I slowly turned around and looked for him. So that's it ... The appetite was gone instantly - he was not alone. With him at the table sat the girl - half-dressed, scorched blonde with silicone melons instead of breasts and swollen lips, as if she had been attacked by bees. Not a shadow of intellect on a resolute face, eyes empty, eyebrows plucked out ... Fu, how disgustingly trite. The long type immediately became disgusting to me - one of the gray masses consuming the dregs of social society, given to fools for something status and expensive. Picking up cheap stuff, eating up leftovers ... Fu, disgusting, filthy. Interestingly, is he so rich that he bought himself a living doll, or does he spend money on papules? The latter was quite likely, and even more disgusting, because he looked about 30, maybe even 32.

In a disgusting mood, I was returning to my room, and it’s just the same - this disgusting couple was in the elevator with me. Glancing at the cheap blonde with a scornful look, I turned away in a pointed manner, but still I squinted at him. He did not even look at his doll, did not touch it, and in general it seemed that they were strangers. Suddenly I felt a glance at myself, carefully looked in the mirror and saw that he was looking at my back, and probably what was lower. The elevator stopped and two more women came to us, so we had to make some room. His chicken companion was near the door, and he and I were directly pressed into the wall at the back - I’m belly to the mirror, and he is close to me. I felt his smell, and against the will closed my eyes - it smelled amazingly from him. Perfume so unobtrusive, but worthy, expensive, not in terms of price, but it is really expensive. I distinguished the hood of ud wood, bitter vanilla, tobacco, and something else. It was divine. His own scent, warm and very sexy, mixed with the breathtaking perfume. I do not know how it happened, but I barely audibly moaned, enjoying the awesome aroma that makes you roll your eyes. This scoundrel probably skidded immediately, that I was definitely imbued with his fluids, and squeezed my butt with my palms in a completely shameless way. He let out some kind of stifled, apparently pent-up moan, and tapped his fingers approvingly on my buns. Yes, I had something to hold on to, and I am very proud of it - at least not silicone. What, I do not seem to you gray mouse? Honestly, this impudent gesture of his insanely excited me, I wanted to arch out in front of him, revealing all his charm, substituting more intimate places for arrogant wandering hands, but Marina, keep yourself in hand ...There was still a lack of humiliation in front of this garbage can - let it cling to the rubber balls of its mamzeli. I pretended not to notice anything, squeezed into the center of the elevator and left him in the company of two middle-aged clumpy aunts. Let them squeeze their ass, if you dare of course.

I came out before everyone else, and the aunts and a couple went ...