Everything happened so quickly, I honestly didn’t have time to think anything, just for some reason, something made me want to do this, something played, silly, naively played in the soul, toli memories of my youth, but even then I didn’t do that, was chaste, watched my actions and didn’t take liberties on the part of the guys, but what has changed now? I sat on the bar stool, not very comfortable, I automatically covered my chest, but this was even more disgusting, what a stupidity, I just kept saying to myself, I have nothing to do, I’m looking for adventures on my own ... I jump, who will find out son, acquaintances. I was sitting and tormented by these questions, but he had already settled down and began to make sketches, it is more convenient for him to sit, and within a minute my back sank, I lowered my hand, slowly, I decided, I'm not a girl, I am a mother and an adult, serious woman, not I got stuck with it, if she decided, let her draw.

So I sat for a few minutes, it became completely out of place to sit, as if an hour had passed, time was stretching, and the arrow literally froze in place, my back became completely numb, but after some time I got used to it, straightened my shoulders, my chest in front, she is beautiful with me smooth, feminine, would say that even velvety and very sensitive, it costs me something sexy to think about how the nipples immediately pick up thoughts and begin to darken, now they were like roasted chestnut, dark brown and covered with thick, thick wrinkles, for the attack, because I have nothing to do with ychas and do not think, just to hurry he finished, may ask or still wait. I looked at the young artist, he drew so enthusiastically, occasionally looked in my direction, where I don’t know exactly, the look was fast, lightning-fast and immediately returned to the sheet of paper.

And he is nothing, a handsome fellow, an upturned nose, thin fingers, an elongated face and shaggy eyebrows, the same as his hair, all stick out in different directions, and his eyes, which eyes like a puppy, are so languid, faithful, just sincere . Oh, God, what I just think is stupid, because he is good for me as a sons, so there is an infection from idleness that just doesn’t get into my head. And yet he is pleasant to me to sit, there is no longer any fear or reproach, only uncertainty in the drawings, in their subsequent history, and in other matters, what I care about, my face is not visible, I am in a mask, and the body, well You never know who it may be. Mask, from this word I felt very good, I seemed to be here and at the same time not, as if I was standing outside the window with a one-sided look, I see everyone, and the audience is only reflected and here I was smiling how healthy, how fun that she decided to pose, it is interesting to see what happens, and in her chest she aches and aches.

After about thirty minutes, he finished, timidly said that you can stand up, creaking like an old woman, I straightened my back, everything seemed to creak and ache, gently slid off the chair, raised her shoulders, jerked her leg, goosebumps in the heel, still served my leg, but it passed quickly . I walked over to him and looked behind my back. Charming picture. This was my first thought, he drew me in a mask, coal, black outlines, shoulders lowered, hands like creepers along the body, the figure looked disproportionately long, but it gave her the character of fatigue, I felt a weakened body, a lowered look and this black pubis, it was literally on the target in the center of the sheet and whether you like it or not, but you look at it as if it is the main element of the drawing, it rumbled in my stomach and I felt how everything in my chest began to shrink slowly and my groin became hot. I took a step back, as if pulling away, so that he would not see what I feel, it is amazing how sensual it looks, a few strokes of coal, and how many emotions, moods. I took a few more steps back, my fingers touched the pubic hair, the curly tuft he was so brazenly sticking out in front and glowing on my white skin.I did not think it was so sexy. Quickly turned around and left the workshop.

My old, almost forgotten feeling, the desire to be loved, not just a woman, ached in my chest, and what would you admire, admire, what would men be timid at your sight, whisper to each other and think all nonsense of who I am, what my name is doing here, and if I can, yes I can, I can do a lot. Smiling went into the next room, took off her mask and looked in the mirror, it was old, silver cracked, but it reflected the beautiful body of a woman, now no one looked at me and the palm lay on her pubis, and her fingers slowly began to touch sticking hairs, they touched sponges, what they are hot, pressed a finger, hot and wet. I pulled off my hand as if I had touched something forbidden, a stranger, squinted my eyes and looked at the opening in the doorway. Alex did not even get up from the chair, I did not listen to his fuss, took a few sighs and plucked up the courage of my fingers again slipped through the hairs and went deep below directly between the treacherous sponges. They literally oozed out, they were not just wet, wet, they were ready, everything ached in my chest, I silently whined, bit my lip, closed my eyes and gained strength and removed my fingers.

Thanking him, I left, I wanted, I wanted, something like that, such that I would sing and jump for joy, but I could not believe myself that I was still capable of such thoughts, that everything had not yet died out in me, and Once it was usual for me, but time erases like an eraser and here again this feeling, these desires and this boy awakened in me. I was really ashamed when I came home after seeing my son, it already seemed to me that he knows where I was and what I did, but no, as usual, he kissed me on the cheek, he and I have this habit since childhood and I appreciate her, he did not know anything, everything remained secret, and why am I so worried, because I am there in a mask, behind a screen, behind the very mirror that saves me and Lesch promised, and for some reason I believe him.

Time changes the body, I was angry with myself, I was very angry, I couldn’t forget how I posed, what I felt, was embarrassing for my aging body, I wanted youth, vigor in muscles, so that my stomach would tighten again and could sit on the splits, do the bridge and spinning on the uneven bars, something I can, but something is lost irretrievably. I looked in the bathroom in the mirror, there was no one at home, uncertainly walked around the apartment naked, very unusual and chilly, and this is despite the fact that it is June and summer on the street. As a ritual, after the very birth of a child, they wrap him up, give him clothes, and he wears it until the end of his days, he is afraid to take it off, even at night and back in his pajamas, under a blanket, the body overheats, builds up layers of fat, the organs start to work incorrectly and go - It went, and the reason was not the climate itself, that it was cold, but the moral that the parents instilled in us from childhood, and their parents, and their religion. I like my body, it is young, I think this is my temple, I take care of it and I am glad in my soul when they are admired, they look with mild envy, and the men squint and send meaningful signs. Yes, it is nice, but in recent days I have been thinking about that studio and about the young artist, and no matter how I resisted, did not persuade myself not to go there anymore, I nevertheless gathered and came.

She went on a date, worried, in the morning there was a report from the governor, so she dressed in a pompous, light blue suit, waistcoat and snow-white blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons, a skirt just below the knees and a silver bracelet, Max gave it to me last year. More filming was not planned, and I left the studio on foot, I wanted to go and think again, but the more I thought, the greater the confidence that I had to come, during what time I came and I went to him, to the young artist, just listen to the birds singing.

He, as always, did not immediately open and was clearly surprised by my arrival, he probably thought that I had all fled away and would not appear again.Lyosha was clearly embarrassed, was a little confused, then offered tea, then ran away to the workshop, then again was silent and fiddling with the collar of his shirt, he was so funny, cute, shy and honest, I probably liked it in him, in about thirty minutes. .. Read more →