I was 29 years old when my views on the sexual life have changed dramatically. And I, after all, had not been modest since the age of 16! By that time I already had a business ... a little one, but the profit on my pocket was not bad, and I felt confident in this greedy and cynic world. One problem. Girls have not seen for a long time, but rather women's charms. Last year has gone to work. The only sexual (and only visual) contact for the last year was a neighbor, about twenty years old, who basically did not wear bras (and her breasts were 3 sizes!), And always wore short mini, which only covered her panties, and not always. I must say that her figure is a lovely sight ... slender, long legs. From round, favorably outstanding elastic ass in tight skirt does not take your eyes off. A slim waist with a flat tummy, by which one can clearly determine that a girl attends a fitness center regularly. Large, high, elastic breasts with nipples protruding from under a thin translucent blouse up and forward. Nipples were always big, the impression that she was always excited, or because of a long lack of sex fantasy played out. The face of the neighbor as drawn ... moderately puffy scarlet lips, thin snub nose, large blue eyes with long eyelashes.

Like every morning, and we went out at the same time (or rather, I went out thirty minutes earlier to meet Her), she walked with a strict, confident walk along the corridor from her apartment to the exit, when I, of course, very long slowly close my door. This time, her skirt ridden above normal, almost completely showing off her white panties, pronounced on tanned thighs. When the neighbor came closer, I saw that the panties were very elastic and fully showed all the contours of the woman’s sexual lips. Passing by, as if not noticing where my eyes were riveted, she greeted her, smiled sweetly with a slight shadow of embarrassment and, not slowing down, walked on to the exit, showing her chic buttocks swaying slightly at every step - the skirt was pulled back . After ten steps, the girl, looking back over her shoulder with a smile, seductively wagged her ass and went out in such a shameless street. Already through the closing door, I saw how she slowly straightened her panties near the genital lips and pulled her skirt up to a more or less decent look. I had the impression that a balcony fell on my head ... on the third floor. Well, how? Year of abstinence is not a joke! For 15 minutes I calmed down my nerves while fighting the riser, after which I still took myself in hand and went to work.

Took himself in hand - too loudly said. After the morning "mirage" the head buzzed all day. I could not focus on any task. Before the eyes were the sexual lips of a pretty neighbor, covered up to the limit with the white cloth of her panties. And it's not a shame to walk like that!

Returning home already after dark, reflecting on his worthless personal life and on the fact that something needs to be done about it ... but how? Where to get extra 3 hours in a day?

At the entrance was dark.

“Here are the fagots, they smashed the bulb again, the arachnoids underdeveloped,” I swore dirtyly. Well, really, got it already.

“They didn’t break it, but they twisted it ... about 20 minutes ago,” came a girl’s voice somewhere below. Not female, but it is a thin gentle, but not a childish girl's voice.

I shuddered in surprise, I felt ashamed of my tarade-like tirade.

“Hello to the neighbors,” I blurted out in confusion at the first thing that came to mind.

“And I am not your neighbor,” the night surprise said quietly and indifferently. - I ran away from home.

Damn, bad, of course, parents worry for sure. But what is my business.

The mood was and so to hell. Especially not getting hung up slowly, I plowed to my door. I found a light bulb, superglue. He returned to the corridor with a stool. Leaving the door to the apartment open, so that at least something could be seen. And so I saw Pribluda.

The girl was squatting, with her back pressed against the wall, clasping her knees with skinny arms. She was dressed in short denim shorts and a white T-shirt (thank God, we have a clean entrance), through which a bra stood out on the sidelines. The face was very young, pure girlish beauty. Sponges, expressed by light scarlet lipstick were like a small plump bow. Slightly plump cheeks, a neat straight nose, large round green eyes especially caught my eye. This innocent etude completed a pigtail ... or rather a long braid, the tip of which she tugged at with gentle long fingers. Her hair was bright bright black.

- How old are you, girl?

- Eighteen.

Hmm ... judging by the bulging bra somewhere in the second size, the girl is no longer a child, and the priest seems to be nothing, at least in profile. But, despite the form, she looked no more than fifteen years and then with a stretch. Maybe lying? Girls at her age often want to seem not that older, but more mature. And her ass is really gorgeous. Damn, what am I talking about ... fucking neighbor, confused all thoughts.

I averted my eyes and began to glue the thread of the bulb with glue.

- Why are you doing this? - interested asked brunette

“I want to punish these fuckers ... scoundrels who steal light bulbs.”

- And if you need to replace, how do you unscrew it?

“I’m more interested in how many new mats they’ll come up with when they steal it next time.”

- Hee, more than you? - boldly remarked the girl. - and, by the way, who are arachnoids.

- Cockroaches in Latin. - I replied screwing a light bulb. - Let there be light!

- “Underdeveloped cockroaches” ... you need to remember, your friends will like it. And you are cool.

Damn, what's so cool ... oh, teenagers (despite the stated eighteen years, for me she was still a teenager and a schoolgirl for me).

- Why did you run away from home? - I asked, looking at her. At that time, the girl was already standing in full growth. Yes, youth was really beautiful. Her face just glowed with a kind of childish innocence. A short T-shirt exposed a thin waist and a gentle flat tummy with a piercing on the navel. Slender legs made you forget that she is much younger than me. At the end of the picture, the strap of her bra sexually fell into the hand ... We must find a woman, we must urgently find a woman ... I looked away and hurried off to my apartments.

“Wait,” the girl called. And ran closer. - can I come to you ... come in?

- What for? - I was taken aback.

“I really want to write,” he mumbled, mumbled the teenager, crossing his legs and dancing on the spot. - I have been sitting here for a very long time, please.

- Of course, come in, toilet near the entrance on the right.

The girl ran into the apartment, almost knocking me down, ran into the toilet and ... lost her head.

- Where is the door?

- I do repairs, I have not had time to put it. Do not be shy, I'll go to another room. What's your name?

- Anya, - came from the bathroom after some fuss.

“A-no-chka,” I said slowly, in syllables. - Mom calls you that?

- Not only, in general, everything.

I honestly stood in the room, waited for Miss to recover. And suddenly I noticed a large mirror in the room, through which the whole toilet and the teenager on it were clearly visible. It’s good that Anya didn’t pay attention to him, because I couldn’t take my eyes off ... what I’ve come to. She sat with her hands on the toilet, with her shorts down to her ankles and, just above, plain white panties. The legs were slightly apart and opened a gentle childish pussy with a small strand of pubic hair.

- Oh. - from the toilet there was a characteristic sound. - close your ears, please, - the girl was embarrassed.

“Good,” I shouted, not moving and not taking my eyes off the mirror.

- What is your name? - Anya already got up and leaned over gently rubbing the sex lips ... to hygiene, so accustomed.

- Uncle Vova! - I mumbled without looking up from the mirror.