That day I left the car in the parking lot and rode the subway. No wonder, as it turned out. Returning from work in the evening, stretched out tiredly on the seat, I was looking forward to returning to my cozy, warm apartment on Griboedova. Immersed in his thoughts, he didn’t even immediately notice that someone was looking at me. He looked up and saw her. A young girl was sitting opposite me, beautiful, even too much, and literally glanced at me. I immediately liked her - so well-groomed, perfect, with a clever deep look. Appetizing, even plump, with soft smooth skin, thick light brown hair, huge green eyes and tempting dimples on the cheeks. There was something special about her: becoming, breed, and naturalness. Not that these exhausted girls with silicone pies instead of mouth and artificial fur instead of hair that were now in fashion - tattered, exhausted, eagerly seeking out the empty evil eyes of the new feeder. I looked at her more closely, noticed velvet handles, gracefully lying on top of her purse, a proudly turned neck, a delicate little hair, out of her hair. Definitely, she was good.

I do not know why this girl looked at me, or rather, why she chose me. She looks no more than twenty-five, but rather less, and I had only a couple of years left until the beautiful “forty-five” date. Of course, I looked nice, women wanted me, I always knew that, but still this one is too good, too young. However, I was able to distinguish the fleeting gaze of a stranger from a complete desire for a call. The girl looked at me as if she was already mentally given to me. I immediately wanted her. My eyes slid over her figure. What is it appetizing, full of juice, youth, unspent passion! Her ass spread over the seat, and her hips just parted, opening up the mysterious dark void between them - the girl was wearing a skirt, so it was easy for me to look there. I immediately imagined how slowly I spread these hips, dragging panties from a beautiful woman, and she serves me to meet. Very noticeably hardened in the pants. Hiding behind a briefcase, keep looking at the beauty. In my thoughts, I had already tried her out in all poses, and from her look I understood that she was thinking the same thing as me. A strange silent contact was established between us, we looked at each other intently, burning with desire.

They announced the Admiralty, the stranger hastily jumped off and flew out of the car. Not having time to think about anything, I immediately went after her. I still didn’t know what I would do, I wasn’t sure that I would speak to her, she was too young, and I had almost no experience in such casual acquaintances, but something led me to her. I had barely found her in the crowd, the girl was already half up the escalator. Shifting the disgruntled, I hurriedly walked up, and having reached it, I stood a couple of steps higher and turned to her. Seeing me, she smiled in surprise and looked down in embarrassment. Immediately, I realized that I would have to act - my doll is a shy boy. At the exit without a word, he held her hand and opened the door for her. An embarrassed smile again, but she didn’t pull her hand away; on the contrary, she clasped my palm with tender fingers. Already on the street, I decided to speak:

- You have a cold hand. Are you cold? Maybe hot coffee?

She looked at me, so piercingly at first, but then she smiled shyly and said in a gentle, chesty voice:

- I think, yes.

- Then I will treat you. You do not mind?

She shook her head and we went. I led her towards one cozy cafe, the atmosphere there was intimate, calm, without fuss. There I will manage to relax her, warm up, excite so much that she could not refuse me.

Having ordered her hot chocolate — she refused coffee — and dessert, I suddenly remembered that we never met.

- What is your name, honey?

- Eugene. - Seriously she replied, gently licking the tip of the tongue lower sponge.

- Denis.

She smiled affably.

“Your name suits you.” Yevhen in translated means noble. - I flashed my mind.

- I know. - She just said and continued to gently eat her cake.

I got so carried away, looking at her, that I forgot about my tea. I liked that she ate with appetite, at such a late hour, and precisely the cake. Not from these obsessed with boiled rags and eternal diets, which have ski poles instead of hips. Zhenechka clearly had something to hold on to, to spank and to enjoy. Gliding at her chest, I tried to guess what she was like - not that big, but not small, exciting, seductively covered with a white blouse. The longer I looked at the girl, the more I wanted, finally, to wrap her arms around me, squeeze myself to myself, get enough of the sweet juice of youth and beauty.

We chatted a little, Genechka said that in the city for a while. She, it turns out, really likes autumn Peter, and she started this trip just to walk, relax. I learned that my dear companion was a pianist, and for some reason I was not surprised - she looked like a creative, refined person, with a smart head and good manners. From this I wanted to caress her even more. There were times when I eagerly bullied any cheap skirt behind, I had high demands on women, and Zhenya did not disappoint me at all. She finished her chocolate and I took her to the wardrobe. As a gentleman, he helped her to wear a raincoat, and suddenly such a desire struck me that darkened in my eyes. Even it became anxious - and what if my lady chooses to leave, than to give in to lust? I could not let her go, did not want to abandon such a wonderful girl, she attracted me and attracted too much. To hell with manners and other nonsense. Putting my palm on her tummy, I slightly pressed and pulled her to me, and then, pressing my lips to her little ear, slowly said:

- Come with me. I will be very gentle.

Then he kissed her neck and tickled the lobe of her ear, hinting at what awaited her.

Zhenya did not answer, but I felt how for a moment her ass leaned back, she clung to me for a second and let out a short, barely audible moan. I realized that she wants, and most likely is already flowing. To prevent the doll from falling, I pressed her belly again, this time stronger, and repeated:

- Come on.

She turned her neck, pressed her head to my shoulder, and I realized that she was mine. Quickly slipping his lips over her cheek, took her hand and we went. For some reason, Zhenya was silent on the way, apparently embarrassed. It is unlikely that she had to sleep with the first comer before. However, for me it was not in the order of things. But we were so attracted to each other, I wanted her so much, it was her, and not just a girl, and I felt that she also wanted me so much. Along the way, I warmed her desire, teasing her palm with a finger, occasionally pressing her pen to my trousers at traffic lights, whispering something affectionate in her ear. And although the girl was silent, I felt that her desire was growing, that she silently agreed to everything, and only her cultural background did not allow her to openly demonstrate her lust. “But never mind, I will make you moan and rush from passion, forgetting everything,” I thought.

Finally, we come. I helped her to undress and again slightly pulled the girl to her, this time more tightly so that she could feel my hardened member. Let him know about my desire. And although I really wanted Zhenya and was ready to fuck her right in the corridor, slightly lowering her panties, for her sake I kept. Even more I wanted to make her flow from the desire that she begged me to fuck her. I will act slowly, tease, warm up, torment her.

My lady reacted to an erection with a longer moan than the last time, and I sharply turned her towards me and then pressed her back against the wall, pinching her with myself. She looked straight into my eyes, and I read approval in her eyes — she liked my pressure. But take your time baby, not all at once. Slowly he leaned over her face and barely touched the lips of her tender girlish lips. He did not kiss, only slightly came into contact with her mouth. Zhenya,...