He looks at her hips and breasts like the charms of an ordinary girl, pulling himself off, but then he still looked. Nina was pretty ... even beautiful. When the memory of their first meeting faded, her appearance was very even. Nina was not thin or fat - but just right for her height. Where necessary - round, where necessary - harmoniously.

A couple of times she noticed Kostya's looks, but didn’t say anything, just smiled. Once, however, lightly slapped on the head when he kept his eyes on her leg longer than expected. But here Kostya himself was a little guilty - Nina was standing on a large staircase that helped to climb to the upper shelves. And since she was wearing a robe up to her knees, her legs appeared in the most favorable light for Kostya.

Kostya smiled shyly and spread his hands - unexpectedly for himself. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel so guilty. Why not look at the beauty?

But Nina did not react as Kostya had expected. She did not shout, did not frown, but simply smiled slightly, shaking her head slightly. As if she said: “I'm not angry, but I have to do it.”

... And at the end of June an event happened that unexpectedly turned all the work in the warehouse, affecting at the same time the relations of those who worked in it ...

For three days it was hot. In the morning, the thermometer showed +23, and by the middle of the day it rose to 35 at all. It was stiflingly incredible to work. On the second day, Kostya offered to open the door to the warehouse and the window in it, in order to organize at least some air movement. But Nina only shook her head regretfully, wiping sweat from her forehead:

- You think I do not want? But the door cannot be opened in any way - I have documents and seals there. And if we work here, we will not hear if anyone comes. God forbid soprut that - they will expel me.

It was hard to argue against such an argument. The only alternative was to wear easier. Therefore, the next day, Kostya joyfully got into his shorts and, on reflection, did not put on the jersey. Nina looked at him, having run, as it seemed to Kostya, with an appraising glance at the figure, and, after rustling in the office, went out to the warehouse in a robe. Looking closely, Kostya noticed some oddity, which he understood a minute later. Nina was not wearing a t-shirt under her bathrobe. And not only her - just showing up bumps on her chest were nipples. She is also without a bra!

From such a spectacle, the blood rushed to the member so fast that Kostya had to hastily put his hands in the pockets of his shorts so as not to give himself away. Although Nina smiled anyway, noticing his hasty movement.

- Eyes do not break? She asked slyly, her head slightly bent over her shoulder.

Kostya mumbled something in response, feeling ill at ease. Until the end of the day, he now and then looked at Ninina's chest, seeing how she was moving vividly under her robe, tracing complex curves with her nipples. Yes, and the neckline of the robe quietly managed to glance a couple of times when Nina bent down. Her chest was beautiful, Kostya could vouch for anyone. Not very big, but for her just right. Yes, and Kostin taste too.

Standing under the shower, Kostya once again scrolled through his head the pleasant pictures he had seen today. From this member poured so strong that he stood almost vertically. A thought flashed through my mind quickly to calm down. But then something slyly nearby. Wiping water from his face, Kostya looked at the rack. No one. There is clothing. Probably just seemed. Will be behind him Nina pry, as well. The girls are not like that.

Kostya dressed in clean and went to the office. Nina was ahead of him today, dressed, and now talked to someone on the phone, and somehow excitedly.

“Viktor Semyonovich, you know, I can't stay,” she said, twirling the twisted wire. - Yes, I understand ... but I can not. Well, can someone from the storekeepers replace me?

Kostya saw how she grew gloomy more and more, listening to the unintelligible speech from such a distance from some Viktor Semenovich. Then she said:

- Well, I understood. - And hung up.

- Nina, what happened? - asked Kostya, approaching her.

“The machine should come with bearings,” she said. - Somewhere in half an hour. We must accept and unload them. But I can not.

- Let me stay and help you! - suggested Kostya. He did not want Nina to be upset.

- Yes, I can not! - she said sadly. - I need to take a child from kindergarten.

- Which child? - Kostya did not understand.

“Daughter,” Nina looked up at him.

Daughter? At Kostya, by surprise, the tongue stuck to the palate. Does Nina have a daughter? Thoughts whirled in his head. How so? Nina had no rings on her finger, so the news made such an impression on him.

“Well, call your husband, let him take it,” Kostya said in a slightly hoarse voice.

“It would be someone to call — it would have called,” Nina said, looking at the table. - Mom and dad are working today for the second time, they can't be replaced. And kindergarten to 6, I'm definitely late.

A drop appeared on the table. Kostya looked up at Nina and managed to see how another tear fell from her eyelashes.

- Nina! - he stepped to her very close, not quite knowing what he was doing. More precisely - he thought firmly, but he felt a little different, as if not himself. - Come on. You will not cry. Show me what and where to sign. And I myself can unload.

Nina threw her eyes at him, which through tears suddenly lit up with hope. But then she said:

- There my signature is needed, I am a responsible person.

“It’s not so complicated,” said Kostya confusedly. - I can copy it.

- How? - surprised Nina. - What for?

“Well ...” Kostya drawled, lowering his gaze. - Just liked. Somehow I began to draw mechanically ... So I learned.

He took a piece of paper and quickly depicted Ninin's signature. She looked and said:

- And true, like mine.

Then she looked at Kostya, who with reddened cheeks - “of course she saw through his awkward explanations. Damn, shame! ”- looked at her. And said:

“If you really want to help, then let's do everything quickly.”

She showed Kostya on an empty form - where, what and how to write. Where to sign what to check in the invoice. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Nina said:

- All right, I have to go, now the bus will do. The keys in the table, do not forget to close everything. Please, Kostenka, do not let me down!

Kostya nodded, and Nina, grabbing her bag, disappeared through the door.

Kostenka ... He rolled this word on the tongue, twirled Nina’s voice in his head two times, pronouncing his name exactly like that - and it looks like a child’s, as mom called him, and it’s not similar. Somehow Nina uttered it differently. Somehow, that the throat seized from a sudden feeling of tenderness for her. And the desire to certainly help. So that she does not cry.

He prepared the forms and changed his clothes back to work. Soon a car drove up, the onboard Ural. The released man, seeing him in the door, asked:

- Is it the 8th warehouse?

- Yes, - Kostya nodded, coming up. - Let's get the documents.

“Wait, the woman storekeeper told me here,” said the driver.

“I am replacing, she has a child ...” Kostya said vaguely, showing something like “I am not happy with gestures and gestures, but I have to do what.” Apparently his pantomime convinced the visitor, and Kostya also looked older than his years. Anyway, the man handed out the invoice and invoice for the cargo.

Kostya ran their eyes and sighed: 45 positions. He climbed the wheel and looked over the side ... Shaft. One word - shaft.

For the next two hours, he would lower the bearings on the cart with the bundle telpher, transporting it inside the warehouse and while unloading it just in a heap. Finally, he turned off the tap, double-checked all positions on the account and, signing and stamping, returned the documents to the driver.

- All the best, - he nodded and drove off.

Kostya closed the door and returned to the office. I looked at my cell phone - 10 missed from my mother and one SMS from my father: “Where are you? What happened"?

“Hello, mom,” he said, dialing her number .... Read more →