- Listen! - Alisa said happily, bending over the bath, and waggling playfully in front of Andrew an elastic booty, - Here, after washing, you can take a bath!

Andrew smiled discreetly and walked away from sin to the well. And Alice actively began to wash, soaping spots on the dress. Half an hour later, on the rope stretched between the two apples, the things that had been washed down the wind had already developed. Nearby on a small fire, dinner was prepared from millet and canned meat. Day smoothly drooped. Not daring to spend the night in a dilapidated house, Andrei set up his tent right in the thick grass on the lawn. His mood was disgusting. For some reason, he was completely sure of Alice’s reciprocal feelings and that they would succeed. And what is not free? She herself said that she had divorced her husband, but she had not yet met her man. Perhaps Andrew did not fall under some of her special criteria?

- What are you so sad? - Alice fun ruffled hair on the guy's head.

- And there is nothing to rejoice ... - Andrei expressively looked at the woman standing next to him. Alice sustained his gaze without even blinking, only the cheerful smile on her face faded a little. She closed her eyes briefly, as if remembering something, and then squatted next to the guy on his haunches and wrapped her arms around his face.

- Come with me!

- Where?

- Come on, it's close!

She took his hand and pulled it over the damp grass into the deserted garden. Andrew walked in silence, trying to deflect low-hanging dry branches to the side in advance, and limping, stepping barefoot on hard knots. Alice confidently led him through a huge garden until they were at the opposite end of it. When the last trees parted in front of them, a boundless meadow opened again. That's just the grass here was mowed down for a long time and neatly packed in large fragrant sheaves.

“We came,” Alice said out of breath, and immediately threw herself on the guy's neck, merging into a hot kiss. Andrey's head was spinning. He firmly hugged the woman by the waist and pulled her close. It seemed to him that the land beneath them had disappeared and they were flying in the clouds, blown by the cool evening wind. Then something soft, like a feather bed, caught them from the bottom, and he buried his head in the fragrant hay.

- My beloved ... - as if Alice’s voice came from afar, - beloved ...

Andrei felt how the silk fabric of the bra separating them suddenly slipped to the side, and hard beads of female nipples rested against his chest. Exhausted from impatience, he launched hot palms under the elastic of her panties, and passionately squeezed the soft buttocks of his beloved. Alice broke the kiss and breathed heavily. She threw back her head, putting her neck to the warm lips of her lover, and her hands impatiently got rid of disturbing underwear. Andrew impatiently leaned forward and drowned in the wet and hot bliss of the female womb. At that moment, a distant moan of pleasure, echoing in dark empty rooms, reached the old manor disappearing in the twilight. If someone could now see the inner facade of the estate, it would have seemed to him that the old building was grinning, grinning the toothless mouth of the half-broken veranda. But it was only a play of light, created by the rays of the sun setting behind the crowns of apple trees. The garden slowly sank into darkness. Rising to the night the wind swayed the ancient crowns, carrying the sweet sounds of love away to the vast expanses of the mown meadow. And two naked bodies continued to be intertwined in lovemaking, even when the moon reddened with embarrassment came to the sky.

***

Andrew woke up early in the morning, when the first rays of the sun just made their way over the horizon. The garden was gradually filled with a cheerful trill of birds. The scattered haystack was all wet with dew. Alice was not around.Having turned over the scattered hay, Andrey did not manage to find his pants, so we had to walk back through the waking garden naked. The manor met him exactly the same as they had left her last night. The stretched awning of the tent with puddles of dew that had accumulated in the hollows, which was never useful this night, a sooty pot with burnt porridge over the cooled coals, and a stretched clothesline between two apples. That's just the laundry with her disappeared. There was also no bright yellow bike with a shiny basket. Vague anxiety seized the guy.

- Alice! He called loudly. But no one answered. The tent was empty. Only his washed pants and T-shirt lay neatly folded there. Quickly dressed, Andrew ran into the house. His hasty footsteps echoed in the empty rooms in a hollow echo. The house was empty and dead. Now that he was alone here, yesterday's enthusiasm for the old building was suddenly replaced by a sensation of inexplicable fear. Stone walls and high linen, as if shrinking in size, crushed a person, making it impossible to think logically and suppress will. A wind blew from the street, an icy draft running through the rooms, and at that moment Andrei could clearly hear a quiet, indistinct whisper. Goosebumps ran down the spine and hit the head with an icy wave.

- Alice! - In desperation, he shouted through the door to the veranda. But instead of answering, a damp piece of plaster stucco suddenly fell from the ceiling and fell with a crash onto the concrete floor, scattering small white pieces. Not remembering himself from inexplicable fear, the guy jumped out into the yard and looked around, breathing heavily. He repeated his beloved a few more times. Anxiety increased with every minute. The wind was not felt, but for some reason the revived garden creaked threateningly with tree trunks. Several times Andrew nervously glanced at the dark windows of the building. It seemed to him that from there someone was watching him. In my heart, there was still some kind of undiscovered emptiness and loneliness. Deciding that Alice had left early to avoid painful explanations, the guy began in a hurry to collect the tent and things, hoping to catch up with her. Find traces of bicycle tires on wet ground. Return! Cuddle and never let go! Running, pushing a bicycle in front of him, he was torn through thickets of bushes, tearing his hands into blood on sharp thorns and branches. The manor seemed to be trying to keep him. It hinders by all means to set off in pursuit. Grabs the clothes with the bony paws of the branches. Jumping into the twisted alley, Andrew launched even faster. And the more he accelerated, the more horror seized them. It seemed as if someone was running from behind, just about ready to grab by the shoulder. Look no strength. All in a cold sweat, he jumped out onto the endless meadow and stopped. Breathing was gradually restored, and with it the cold mind returned. Andrei looked back. Sparrows chirped merrily in the trees of the central alley. The estate itself, illuminated by the morning sun, looked though abandoned, but quite hospitable. And what did he find? Remembering Alice, he examined the grass around. Two parallel crinkled lines from narrow wheels were clearly visible - he was driving bicycles here last night. No other traces were visible. Perhaps, she rolled her yellow bike on the same track? Nearby there are some small traces. However, on the road, the flash was hope, faded again. The land, which had not completely dried out after yesterday's rain, left distinct traces on itself, but it was pristine clean. Only behind Andrei, sadly wandering forward, there was a trace of the tread and imprints of the soles of the shoes. The guy's head was in chaos. He did not have time to catch on to the thought that had appeared, as another one immediately replaced it, making it difficult to concentrate. What to do next? Return to the estate and wait? Or search for other roads nearby? Alice said her dacha was somewhere nearby.Or maybe she did not leave anywhere, but simply hid somewhere there, along with the bicycle, and was waiting for him to go away? Traveler once again looked at the garden, which was seen not far away. Not. He will not be able to return there. Something inside categorically opposed this. After painful hesitation, he ... Read more →