Evening. Athens. How do not want to leave here. Walking along La Cruz Embankment, you look back at the ever-green, noisy palm trees. Not a soul around, only waves breaking the faded reflection of the moon, and sand rustling underfoot. Somewhere in the distance there is an echo of the passing day - this is a local group playing its own motifs for restless tourists that they are flocking to a cheap spectacle. No, you think there are a lot more exciting things in this city.

This time the negotiations dragged on until midnight, but now our company supplying medical equipment El Soberano has entered into a more than lucrative agreement with Greek partners. No wonder, these freaks in expensive suits and with wallets full to capacity are interested only in how long our artificial life support devices can pay off and make a profit in their clinic for the same moneybags. These merchants do not care that they have not been properly tested and can cause irreparable harm to the human body, they do not care how many lives could be saved by making the use of such devices free. But now it’s not my concern, and who am I to argue about it at all - in our Company I am just a trainee-translator.

Coming close to one of the few bars that are still open, I decide to stop by and mark the successful conclusion of the talks with a single-malt whiskey with ice. I open the door, sit down at the bar. I stretch a pair of top buttons on my white shirt - how annoying this dress code is: Black patent leather shoes, the same dark trousers sitting on the figure, white shirt with tie and necessarily expensive Swiss watches as an indicator of the level of our employees corporations. Having received my portion of sweet poison, I begin to look around at a new institution for me and suddenly I notice a familiar face. Indeed, a girl is sitting a few meters away from me. Trying to remember where I could meet with her before. “Of course,” I thought. The girl worked in the same hospital, she was a practicing surgeon with them, which was quite rare, especially for her age.

I saw her only once during one of a dozen talks, but something in her demeanor attracted me at that moment, and I remembered her, although it was hard to recognize her without a medical gown - she was real in the bar - short jeans shorts which emphasized her elastic sexy ass, slender tanned legs, checkered shirt, which she tied up with a knot on her stomach, emphasized her slender waist. Her long brown hair was cut into a loose tail, and her black eyes and very, well, just terrible what sexy lips could not afford to reduce their eyes from them.

Having caught my eye, the girl smiled, with the edges of her lips, barely noticeable, but something more could be read in her eyes. Alcohol in my head and the boldly casual look of this girl did their job, and after only a couple of minutes I went to her with two Cuba Libre cocktails, after asking the bartender to pour a double bakardi rum into one of them. Since I did not know for sure where she was from, I spoke to her in English:

- Good evening, will you be allowed to join you?

“Well, try it,” she answered in pure Russian, which amazed me a lot.

- But how did you guess that I was Russian? - I asked her

- You gave your accent on that meeting, though, you should pay tribute, yours
the pronunciation is almost perfect.

- And you are observant. By the way, I'm Alex, very nice to meet you.

- Alex? - she said with a touch of sarcasm - who are you, Sasha, Lesha? Come on without this stupid window dressing. I'm Christina, but my friends call me Chris. - It was clear that Bacardi did her job in her cocktail.She spoke to me so naturally, and at the same time a strange light gleamed in her eyes.

- Exactly, Sasha, I answered. What are you even doing here? I thought you, doctors, would prefer a place of another kind, hospitals or morgues, for example, nobody would disturb you there, I tried to joke.

- Morgues, you say? - she smiled - and it happens well there, but the chance to meet a nice translator in the morgue is much lower. - having said this, she bit her lip and, as if by chance, touched the inside of my thigh with her hand. At the touch of this magical girl, my dick instantly took a vertical position, and it looks like she noticed. - I have been watching you for a long time, Alex, I noticed you at that moment when we met glances for a split second. And yes, I know that there is more rum in my cocktail. And I do not mind ... - after uttering the last sentence, Christina took my hand and passionately kissed me on the lips.

At that moment I simply could not believe my happiness and at the same time was amazed at the courage and incorruptible passion with which she did it. Of course, I responded to the kiss, firmly grabbing her waist, I eagerly bit into those beckoning lips. Chris leaned toward me, and now we were so close to each other that I could feel her heart pounding. Our kiss has been going on for a long time, I hugged her, cuddled to me, my hands moved along her supple body, then gently stroking her velvety skin, then squeezing hard into her hair, and she seemed to like it most. Having lost my head at all from the passion that swept over me with such force, I lowered my palm down, touched her crotch through shorts. How I want to take this girl, this feeling was just unbearable!

“Hey, Casanova, we're still at the bar,” she suddenly said, pulling away.

- Yes ... Exactly, I mumbled, putting my hair disheveled back, - I'm sorry, I do not know what I found on me.

“Don't you dare to apologize,” she whispered and smacked my lips on the lips,

- Come with me, I live not far from the embankment, at the Ritz Hotel, which is a couple of blocks from here.

I took her hand and we left the bar. We decided to shorten the path through one of the beaches of La Cruz, fenced with rocks on both sides, so there is rarely anyone there when it gets dark. A lantern broken by someone made this place dangerous to life. But Chris knew this place, she was laughing, with incredible grace and ease, making her way through the rocks and avoiding dangerous places, and all I could do was hang around her and try not to lose my balance, going knee-deep in water. It seemed that a couple of cocktails with rum did not in the least affect the plasticity of her movements, while these movements were given to me with a certain effort. When we went to a relatively open stretch of sandy beach, I stopped to take a breath and looked at it: she was also a little tired, but that was not the point. Moonlight reflected on her skin, and her eyes were like two stars, it seemed that she was the embodiment of the universe itself at that moment. Apparently, she felt hot, and she decided to take off her shirt. In one clever movement, she untied the knot on her stomach and took it off herself, like something extra. She was wearing a black bra from a swimsuit, emphasizing a beautiful elastic chest. Even though it was rather dark, I noticed her nipples, which seemed to be small bumps on the bra.

“No, I can't wait any longer, I want it right here and now,” flashed through my mind. With a sharp movement, I approached her, grabbed her hair and turned her head towards my lips. She did not resist. This time there was more passion in our kiss, more desire than ever before! But I wanted more, I left her lips and went down to her smooth neck. I greedily covered every centimeter of her neck with kisses, while roughly holding her hair. Chris let out a languid moan, she wanted me to continue to caress her, she tried to press me even stronger.I felt her body burn. But suddenly, in one movement, she freed herself from my hands and, throwing me down on the sand, began to unfasten ...