It’s a dangerous business to leave young girls alone with adult men. Even if the reason is very decent - help in assembling furniture. Cyril unwittingly looked at his watch. Anya is coming soon. It is not clear how to behave with her after yesterday.

A year and a half ago, he moved into this apartment. The last floor of a three-story, Stalin-built house. There are three apartments on the site: his two-room, three-room and one-room, in which no one lived, probably, was bought in reserve. It is not known by anyone who, during this time, he did not see the owners. But he got acquainted with the inhabitants of treshka very quickly, one might even say he made friends. Svetlana lived there with her daughter Anya, a first-year student.

Several times Svetlana turned to Kirill for help, in a neighborly way, then repair the socket, then tighten the screw. He did not refuse, it is difficult or something.

So this time. Sveta bought a slide in the hall, and he contracted to collect it. The design turned out to be somewhat tricky, the pipes, a lot of shelves - the help of the second pair of hands was needed, and the assembly took two days to complete. For the first time helped Sveta, there to hold, there to bait. Yesterday, Sveta could not. She worked as a doctor in the hospital, was on duty. Anya helped ...

The dress she wore was summer, light, loose, with straps. Provocative dress was. Anya bends down - the breast can be seen, so bodily, so neat with defiantly protruding nipples. Anya will bend in a cunning way, holding the shelf - through the thin fabric her ass in low shorts appears.

The girl, of course, nothing special. Plain, still with an angular figure. Thin. But brisk. Egoza, this is not to take away from her. Laughing, spout provocatively strung up. Egoza and that's it.

He had never looked at her, so the male interest on duty, he is a man, he is written. Cyril and without youngsters enough women for two years, three novels. And then, because of this damn hill, as pereplenilo. The smell of a young girl that has worked, the devil knows. At some point, their faces were close, he wobbled awkwardly, she turned around, and as in a bad novel, her eyes met, her lips merged ...

Power kissed, even his lips were swollen, but what about Anya. In the panties, of course, he did not climb to her, enough remnants of reason, but the dress from the shoulders slipped not without his help. Her breasts were elastic, like tennis balls, and excited nipples nicely rested with microscopic penechki in the palm. It is not known how far they kissed if it were not for her friend who jumped on the way without warning. I had to feverishly clean up. Hiding the traces of the "crime", Anya took the girlfriend to the kitchen so that she would not see them tangled together, and did not draw the appropriate conclusions. Cyril, in turn, quickly screwed up the last regiment and washed off, hastily saying goodbye, and even with two words Anya did not spread. I wanted to do it later, but almost immediately my sister called, inviting me to dinner. It takes care that a thirty-five-year-old brother does not become emaciated from a bachelor life. There he stayed late. In the morning Sveta called, thanks for the collected slide. She said that he had forgotten the tools from them, but Anya would be home at three, she would bring her in. Kirill waits for three hours, with some caution, but it must be confessed, and with some anticipation, remembering how a thin little figure trembled in his hands.

The bell still sounded unexpectedly. On the threshold stood Anya, in the same dress. The girl crossed the threshold and handed him a handbag with screwdrivers. Cyril, touching her hot hands, realized that he was gone, instantly forgetting the promise given to himself to be prudent. Without realizing it, I pulled Anya to myself ... The handbag fell to the floor with a crash, the screwdrivers crumbled. But none of them noticed this - yesterday’s sweet dream was repeated: hot lips, hugs, bodies pressed against each other ...Her dress was left in the hallway, along with his T-shirt. Kirill came to himself when the girl, gasping for breath, rested his small fists on his chest. It turns out that they were already in the hall.

“Come on, let us have a little rest,” Anne whispered, continuing to embrace him.

“Come on,” Kirill agreed, feeling the tender girlish bosom of two hard knolls abutting him.

In order to get together a little, he asked:

- Maybe cold something? Champagne, for example?

Raising her astonished eyes, Anya incredulously asked again:

- Do you have champagne?

- Yes, I bought and cooled.

- For me? Cyril you! You do not even know who! You're just great! - smacked him on the cheek, and pressed to his chest, tightly clasping his hands.

Somewhat surprised by her reaction, Kirill gently freed himself and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he saw that Anya was standing at the window, thoughtfully pulling the curtain. Automatically staring at the fragile back with sharp shoulders and ass in white thongs.

- There are little guys spinning around your jeep. Not afraid to scratch? She said in a strange voice, continuing to stare out the window thoughtfully.

- BUT! - Cyril dismissed, filling the glasses. “He’s not new, he’s been three years old,” Kirill joked and put a champagne glass on the windowsill in front of her.

Taking the glass in her hands, she took a sip without turning.

- Still, you have an indecently large car for our small yard. Big and black. Strong and reliable, just yours. You are so. Confident. You know everything. Reliable, - and, having made a pause, added. - And domineering. Do you remember the builders who did your repairs? How did you get them to remove the entire entrance! And at our home ... When you do something so confidently manage. This is here. We do so.

She silently slowly drank the wine, and without turning round, she asked:

- And what are we going to do now?

She asked calmly, but her voice faltered. Cyril went to the girl, took the empty glass from her and left it to the side. Carefully embraced by the shoulders, attracting to him.

- You are nothing ...

After a pause, she lay back, leaning her back against him. Kirill was surprised at how hot her skin was. He put his hands below, covering his chest with his palms. Dick, pulling light summer shorts rested directly into the cavity between the buttocks. Cyril almost choked with the desire to possess this fragile body. With difficulty restraining himself, trying not to give out his breath, as he was very excited, he began to kiss her hair, inhaling the intoxicating aroma. From the hair I went to my shoulders, kissing the touching hollow of the clavicle.

Having closed her eyes, Anya gave herself to his strong and confident hands, which confidently caressed the hot body of the girl, not impudently, but knowing exactly where and at what moment she had to touch in order to give pleasure. The girl relaxed, excited, slowly responding to her adult lover.

Having caught this moment, Cyril turned her around and gently kissed her lips. They stirred, opened a little, and he again, like yesterday, felt the sweet taste of timidity and curiosity, which arouses him more than the most sophisticated caresses.

When she began to tremble with excitement, and when his cautious touches to the panties of the girl met the long-awaited moisture, Cyril picked up Anya in her arms and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. For a moment he stopped admiring. She lay before him, often breathing, with closed eyes. Beautiful and submissive. Oh well and me.

He did not torment her. Bending down and covering her body with quick light kisses, barely touching hot lips, shoulders, neck, collarbone, sneaking up to her small breasts. Finally, his lips seized a hard nipple. Anya started. Cyril played, licked, rolled his nipple button with his lips, feeling that this was her first time, and limiting himself to only the lightest, most gentle touches. Having achieved the first, timid sob, he moved to the stomach, and below. With a confident movement, which did not cause even weak resistance, he took off her panties, exposing her smooth pubis without a single hair. And now his lips are sliding at the very lips, his chin touches them.Bashfully, in the last weak attempt, she tries to move her legs, but ...