"I was having a dream. I was a sword.
Taking off over someone else’s shoulder
I fell indifferently.
I was doomed to this. ”

Rainfall was notable. Thunderstorm, lightning, and vertical sea, flooded the streets. Oleg loved the rain, and now the cold jets did not embarrass him, rather, on the contrary, they caused a subtle desire to laugh enthusiastically. He rushed like mad to all the shops around, in search of scented candles. Everything should be perfect! It was May in the street, warm and sumptuous rain.
Candles he found, although a couple of blocks from the house. The rain had stopped by then, although the sky was dark.

Returning to a rented apartment, Oleg happily realized that the light had been given. However, candles with apple flavor will not be superfluous. Romance, atmosphere ... Disguised in the dry, he went to the kitchen. Cypriot meat, before frying, should be blotted with paper napkins so that the excess marinade did not prevent the pork from being well cooked. The process is boring, but necessary. Spleens poured out of the columns, mixed with minstrels, Japanese drift singles and metal of varying severity, the mood was anticipating, the body was a little exhausted running and nerves of the last weeks. GOSy, the upcoming diploma defense, who escaped with money deferred to pay for an apartment a friend with whom they rented an apartment, conflicts with parents, a problem at work related to the same friend who was also a colleague ... In general, there were enough problems, they were dead To be honest, but now I wanted something different. Oleg lowered most of the remaining money for this dinner, spent a couple of evenings digging into the Internet, and began preparing ingredients from yesterday, for some have demanded it. As a result, Cypriot meat, Caesar according to the original recipe, a couple of salads, mulled wine with pineapple, strawberry vermouth he loves ... The table was laid, the dishes were laid out neatly, decorated and decorated.

Oleg loved and knew how to cook. But the oven - no. Yes, and where is the stove, rather shabby removable dvushka did not suggest the presence of excesses, and if you cook on the Soviet stove with hard-boiled burners, he still could, although it required additional efforts, then a normal oven was not exactly expected here. That is why for dessert Oleg went to the nearest cooking, for "ladies' fingers." My head was buzzing, so I had to take off my glasses - they only tired us further. The world immediately became blurred and more figurative, losing clarity.
Having bought a cake, Oleg, descending from the porch, involuntarily staring. In the same direction, where he was going, a little ahead, there was a girl. Long, to the middle of the back, blonde hair, fitted leather jacket, and jeans, fitting just gorgeous ass. On her, Oleg, who always had a hefty weakness for girls' asses, and "drooled." Oddly enough, the owner of a magnificent ass was really exactly in the same direction as he. Moreover, to his own entrance, and froze at the door, dialing the number on the intercom. Before Oleg began to reach, and he put on his glasses to make sure.
- Hi, Alain! How's your exam?
- Hello. Everything is good, 97 out of 100. You can mark the closing of the session.

She smiled sweetly. Oleg, smiling back, opened the door in front of the girl, skipping ahead. Continuing to chat, the young people climbed to the right floor. Were gone, removed the outer clothing. Oleg lit the candles placed around the room, and involuntarily hesitated, not knowing what to do and how to do next. Alena rescued, starting with interest to study the dishes, and ask clarifying questions.
The dinner was delicious, in terms of cooking, Oleg remained true to himself. Vermouth slowly ended, it was dim outside the window, heavy rain again began. Cold, and mulled wine, reheated again, turned out to be most welcome.The guy with the girl settled on the balcony, looking at the streams of water outside. Oleg drank hot wine with spices, Alena smoked.

- May be enough? This is the fourth.
- Olezh, not buzi. I haven't smoked for several months, and all these nerves ... I want to relax.
She smoked a total of six in a row. Probably in vain ...
- Alain, I have an offer for you, as part of a cultural program. I prepared the butter, I picked up the composition ... Under you, in general. I can make a massage, relaxing. But! With the condition. In a good way, it is placed on a clean body, so blow into the shower.
He squinted slyly. Alena thought and agreed. Both returned to the room, and the process of ridding the girl of excess clothing somehow very easily and naturally flowed into kisses. Fingers lay on her chest, undeveloped, almost flat, with small beads nipples. Alena turned around and pressed her back to him, turning her hips, shaking her booty about his long-standing member through the gin's fabric. Then she easily slipped out of her arms and quickly pulled off the remnants of her clothes, left the room. Frozen in the doorway, she turned around, and exposing one thigh, asked in a deliberately strict voice:
- So, I did not understand. Am I going to go alone?

Oleg blinked, appreciating the new disposition, and undressed much faster, catching up with her naked in front of the bathroom door. Again, kisses, embrace, and now the girl is leaning over the sink, and Oleg is pressed tightly behind. The fingers touch the chest, move along the back, the phallus slides between the buttocks, preparing for penetration, and ... And Alena suddenly starts crying. Freely, excitedly, sobbing, shuddering all over, mumbling indistinctly:
- Oleg, Olezha, Olezhenka. Forgive me, forgive me ...
No questions, exhortations, nothing helped. She mumbled these words as if cycled, while he pressed her to him, soothingly stroking her back and hair. A couple of minutes Alena calmed down. Somewhere at the same time, after a particularly strong lightning, electricity in the entire house went out. Oleg was not sure, but it seems that a thunderclap made the girl out of his condition. As if nothing had happened, she calmed down, washed herself, and practically opened the tap to the touch, letting warm water into the bathroom. After that, she turned around, kissed her gently, and whispered guiltily:
- Sorry for ... This. Sometimes it happens from strong emotions. You are wonderful.

Oleg did not understand what it was. Silently returning to the room, he poured the mulled wine in glasses, grabbed a cruet with him and carried it to the bathroom. There also moved all the candles, located on the sides of the bath, on the shelves, near the sink. It was beautiful and romantic. Alyona on the mobile phone turned on the music, quietly, in the background. The situation was inspiring.
Bath with sandalwood oil they took together. He is below, Alena is lying on him. The conversation did not go well, but there was no need for it now - the girl indulged, but Oleg disguised himself by slipping his fingers in her holes, penetrating either her butt, then her bosom, turning over her lips and easily, almost airy, touching the clitoris. At some point, he could not resist:
- Alain, well, anyway, after all, all this goes!

She laughed and stood up, and holding his dignity with her hand, she directed herself into herself, dropping onto her penis with her lap. Well, what can I say ... The Soviet bath was not very suitable for such entertainments - Oleg was extremely uncomfortable to move, so all his participation was reduced to the fact that he held the girl by the waist, helping her to move up and down. Water waves beat on the sides of the bath, overlapping them. They definitely filled the neighbors that evening ... The member slipped out several times, and Oleg, returning him back, involuntarily changed the holes. Alain, however, did not mind, continuing to move measuredly up and down. The discharge came quickly enough, in ten minutes, but they lay in the water for at least half an hour, finishing up the rest of the alcohol and caressing each other ...

***
The alarm clock rang, reminding that today is a working day and it's time to work. Oleg turned it off without opening his eyes, and thought. The head was sick with a hangover. After “parting” with Anya, he tried to get drunk.Oleg was drunk badly and did not like hard liquor, but that evening he tried very hard, and he coped with his task quite well. Thoughts in my head did not flow, but rolled over ...