It was a warm summer night. The streets are almost empty. Somewhere else you could meet rare pedestrians, but in general, Roma was walking home through deserted alleys, not meeting anyone on the road except stray dogs and cats.

The evening went well. The birthday of a friend was celebrated in a rented apartment in a large company. Roma came the last after all the courses and did not practically drink that day, so he walked home through the alleys, feeling only slightly intoxicated and firmly on his feet. Transport did not go and he had to go a long way on foot. He was still playing music in his head, and on the whole he continued on his way in dreamy tranquility.

Behind the turn, a local 24/7 store appeared. "Exactly what is needed. I'll go buy a cola ”thought Roma and headed towards the store. The signboard flickered with the red inscription "Products."

He had already climbed the stairs and began to turn in the door, when he suddenly came across something and jumped down and slipped on the stairs.

- Hell! Oh, shit! - swaying, he gradually rose and only now noticed that next to him lies a girl. Not even a girl, rather a woman. She was lying on the pavement, holding her leg.

- Are you okay? - asked Roma - I apologize, I thought and did not notice you. Are you badly hurt?

The woman looked at him angrily, but then softened slightly.

- It looks like a leg hurt. You flew through the door as if you were running a marathon.

She tried to get up.

- Let me help you - Roma began to fuss, but the woman negatively waved her head.

Leaning on the railing, she began to get up, but slightly raised herself again with a groan and sank. All this time, Roma stood and looked at her in confusion. It was no longer a girl. A woman of thirty-seven, maybe forty. In general, where the age of his own mother. Nevertheless, she looked very attractive. Fairly tall, slim with beautiful long hair. She was wearing a burgundy-fitting dress and the same color of high-heeled shoes. Next on the pavement lay a fashionable clutch. Apparently she was returning from some kind of event.

Then Roma realized that the woman was sitting on the floor and looking at him inquiringly. He immediately realized it.

- Come on, I'll help you all the same - he said a little embarrassed and saw a look that could be regarded as approving, came up and gave her hand to help her to rise. The woman leaned on his shoulder and they hobbled to the bench near the store. Sitting down and taking a breath, Roma thought to himself that it would not be quite manly to leave her in this situation, but rather not at all manly. He turned and stumbled a bit in embarrassment:

- Do you live far from here? I could hold you.

She smiled a condescending smile.

- It would be very noble of you, young man. It's not far to my house here, but I definitely can't handle the stairs.

- Well, then rested and go - smiled Roma

He rose from the bench and threw her arm over his shoulder and helped her to rise. So, hobbling and limping a bit, they got to the house she showed him. Going into the entrance of an old and solid building, Roma noticed with a sigh an equally old and steep spiral staircase.

- Which floor?

- Third

Trying to raise her body as much as possible on the stairs, Roma squeezed her tightly and her head pressed involuntarily to him. She smelled of expensive perfume.

After what seemed to him kilometer meters of the stairs, they finally climbed to the top floor of a three-story house. She rummaged in her purse and took out her keys and opened the high wooden door of the apartment. Stepping inside, she pressed the switch. A soft light flooded the hall and Roma saw that the apartment seemed very rich.

Going forward a little, she sat down on the stool and sighed with relief. And then she looked at him.

- What are you standing? Come in, I'll treat you to tea. - she smiled and began to take off her shoes.

Roma hesitated a moment later and closed the door behind him.

- Relax - she threw him slippers.

Roma took off his sneakers, put on the slippers offered to him and they walked along the corridor to the living room.

This he has not seen. The apartment was rich and very expensive furnished. From the carved furniture blew old, the walls were sheathed in dark green velvet, some with gilt. In the middle of the room stood a small sofa and an armchair with a coffee table.

- I never asked your name ..

- Roma

- Victoria, very nice. Sit bye, and I'll go and put the tea on - She smiled and, trying not to step on a sore leg, went into the kitchen.

After some time, she returned with a tray, on which stood a silver teapot and two cups. Roma jumped up from the chair and helped her carry the tray and put it on the coffee table.

- Thank you

He sat back down in the chair, and she sat down on the sofa, trying to press her legs under herself in a female manner, but with a cry of pain she pulled her out.

“Damn, the pain is terrible.” - she curled her lips in pain, stretched out her leg and placed it in front of her on the coffee table - I apologize, I hope you do not mind.

And then Roma struck like a bolt of lightning, and he suddenly blurted out for himself:

- Let me massage your leg.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise, but then she smiled and answered:

- I'm not against. I think I really need it now.

The way Roma was embarrassed at this moment is very difficult to describe in words, but the proposal was already accepted and he got up from his chair and knelt down next to the coffee table.

He looked up - she was still looking at him, smiling. There's nothing you can do. Roma looked at her leg. All the same, she is very slim. He gently took her heel and trying not to hurt, began to massage her through the flesh-colored tights.

After a while, he felt that his actions had an effect and she, having thrown her head back against the back of the sofa, relaxed. This gave him confidence and he began to massage his leg more actively. He himself was very pleased. Roma never noticed fetishism, but at that moment her leg, covered with pantyhose with beautiful curves and a subtle feminine scent that stirred him, made him tense up inside. He felt how slowly he began to react to this member. He held his breath. In the silence one could hear only how she breathes. His every movement was given in her with a sigh and each time more and more pronounced and audible.

She opened her eyes. He looked at her. This went on for a few seconds, until she again smiled her smile, which he had seen earlier, and suggested:

- I think I should take off the panty hoses.

Roma did not know what to answer continued to look at her.

- I really do not want to get up, so I'll take them off here, but for now you better turn away.

Roma finally moving away from the trance caused by this woman, stood up and covering the noticeable standing member, turned away.

After a while, she again allowed him to turn around and stretched both legs this time. They had a beautiful manicure, the same red color as her entire outfit. Roma has become gentle movements to do her a massage. She lay back again. He looked at her and suddenly saw that, apparently, while dressing her tight dress slightly raised. Not much, but enough that he could see in it black lace panties. The blood shot him in the head, and without realizing what he was doing, he put his hand on his penis and began to touch him through jeans, while continuing to massage her feet with one hand.

He was chained to them as a work of art. every finger, every bend was beautiful. He bent slightly and lifted his face closer to her feet. The nose immediately felt their smell. It was a pleasant scent that can only come from women. It was not a sharp male smell of sweat. He was nice and gentle. Roma ...