I so want to talk to you. Recall what remains only with us. Only ours ...

- Well, what, baby, ready to meet?

From the voice in the tube, everything froze, and then, like a gentle butterfly, fluttered in her chest, dispersing the warm sweet breeze all over her body. I did not even understand the meaning of the words at first. I heard that voice for the first time. The voice was confident, firm, even cheeky, but that was how I imagined it, corresponding with you on the site.

- Are you still there? - in the voice came notes of irony.

- Yes ... I ... now, - I was confused. Thoughts rushed one after another, without stopping, and not allowing to focus on something.

- when? - I have already mentally put off all the cases and come up with reasons for being away from home.

- Tomorrow. My plane arrives tomorrow morning. You can not meet, I will find you myself, - the voice again seemed to me mocking and a little threatening.

- No, no ... I will meet you, - I was still trying to gather thoughts, feverishly wondering where I would have time: a hairdresser, a salon?

“Good,” he agreed easily. - That's just an agreement: there shouldn't be anything down below.

- In what sense is below? - I again lost my mind in time and space.

- Full! - the voice on the phone began to get annoyed - and don't say it's cold, take the car!

And he disconnected, not expecting any objections. Here you are, grandmother, and St. George's day! I sat down, still not letting the tube out of my hands and not tearing it from my ear, as if I would hear an explanation to what was said earlier. I looked in the mirror at my disheveled appearance, and smiled: what was I waiting for? He has always been, is and will be so. My man. Even in the correspondence on the site, he rarely read my objections, and more often than not everything was exactly the way he spoke. Moreover, knowing only virtually, he always accurately guessed people who was there, behind an incomprehensible avatar, and foresaw their actions. So ... I'm not talking about that now. I called my salon and agreed to change the coating on the nails, to do the styling, and of a couple more procedures that may not change me noticeably, but they will give me confidence. Having agreed with the authorities that I would not be a couple of days, and having transferred part of the work, I calmed down in this direction.

While I was in the cabin, thoughts frantically jumped in my head: jumping from the meeting to our relationship, then to how I would get dressed again in our virtual connection, and again back to the real meeting. By evening, I felt, if not Sophia Loren, then certainly Gina Lollobrigida. The heart then froze in anticipation of meeting with the desired man, then began to frantically beat, almost jumping out of his chest.

Gray autumn dawn slowly crept out the window, dispersing the darkness of the night. I slept very badly, but nonetheless was vigorous. The thought of you, that we will meet soon, threw out so much adrenaline in the blood that it seemed to me that I could turn the mountains. After drinking coffee, I was going to a meeting, remembering your condition. Run it was much more difficult than it seemed at first. The realization that under a raincoat only a black lace bra and a thin shirt caused a strong arousal, which made me trite. We will deal with this later. In the meantime, I put a napkin between my legs and collected a small handbag, believing that on the way back, you still need panties, jeans, and something to meet. After a little thought, I threw an evening dress there, the benefit of which is from such a fabric that it does not hesitate, well, and to him high-heeled shoes. Looking at the time, called a taxi. If at first it seemed to me that time was rushing fast, now it was crawling like a snail. But any wait ends, and a taxi drove up to the house. I got out and confidently sat in the front seat. The taxi driver looked surprised at something under my feet.

Heck!!! I forgot to remove the napkin and she, standing out wet, or rather wet places, fell on the mat under her feet.I, pretending that nothing special had happened, picked it up and put it in my pocket. And then again caught the eye of the driver. He was looking at my feet. The floors of the cloak parted, the shirt barely covered the neatly shaved intimate part. I pulled up the floors, covering my legs, and said displeasedly: “Let's go. Me at the airport. I can be late. All the way I felt that the man had difficulty holding himself so as not to pounce on me. We both knew that I didn’t have anything down there. And from this I was in constant arousal. Merry horror gripped me when I thought that the stain on the raincoat could get wet and will be visible from the outside. Some brazen recklessness covered me when I was paying. I went to the driver's window and whispered heartily: “Look, please, is it dry outside me?” And turned my back to him, and then leaned again towards the window. “It's okay,” the man grunted, and abruptly pressed the gas. The car, screeching, pulled away.

I went to the terminal and saw that literally half an hour was left before the plane arrived. I went to the landing site and meeting. At first I wanted to sit down, but changed my mind, really fearing that moisture would seep through. I do not even remember the last time I experienced such a strong arousal. And then the thought came late, but how do we get to know each other? We saw only in the photo, which still distorts reality. Okay ... we will solve problems as they come. In the end, now there are phone numbers. For these thoughts, I missed the announcement of the arrival and woke up only when the flow of passengers began from the landing.

I looked at the faces of the men, fearing to be mistaken. But you still recognized immediately. You walked slowly, a firm and confident look. Seeing me, the face has become a mocking expression. Here you are an infection! You might think you did not worry before the meeting! You walked over and, silently, looked into my face. The black pool of brown eyes immediately pulled me. About salvation was not the question. I gasped out a breath: “Hello!” “Hello,” you said mockingly, and then, brazenly pressing it against the wall, launched a hand between the floors of the cloak. Heart bewilderedly knocked and collapsed down. Excitement sharply shot up with a new force. I froze. Hand brazenly and confidently squeezed lips for a moment, grabbing a part of the pubis. Then you reached out with your hand and, slowly, pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket, wiped your fingers. Then he smiled, again turning off my consciousness with his smile: “Let's go. We must get a bag and go to the hotel. “In the car, you sat in the backseat with me and played with your pussy all the way, teasing me and making me excited. I sat with a stony face, biting my lip to blood, trying not to betray my condition. But you always knew me better than me. I could not deceive you. Glad you got out of the car and held out my hand. My legs and hands were trembling, without your help it would be a problem to get out.

We went up to the room. “I am in the shower,” you said, and left. Only the sound of noisy water brought me back to normal. I went into the room and sat down exhausted on the sofa, but then I jumped up, feeling the dampness. Well, that used to carry everything with you. I took a napkin from the bag and put it back on, and only after that I sat down on the sofa. While I was looking at the luxury apartments, the sound of water died down and you went out in one towel. He looked surprised at me: “Why are you wearing a raincoat?” I was confused, but did not dare to object. I got up, and left the cloak in a small corridor. I looked for where to throw a wet napkin. I had to go to the toilet. I returned to the room in a shirt. You were lounging on a sofa laid out and talking on the phone. While speaking, he beckoned me to his finger. I came up. Without taking the tube away from your ear, you put your second hand under my shirt again. And I could not stand, startled by excitement, I groaned: my fingers did not just walk over the lips, they parted them and sank inside, literally slipping into my lubricant. Without interrupting the conversation, you looked up at me and watched my face.And I baldela from penetration, unwittingly spreading his legs wider and eager to continue, closing his eyes from pleasure.

Suddenly fingers ...