I performed this story in a rather difficult genre for me at the intersection of romance with elements of coercion ... if you want to continue, write about it in the comments. Stretch the story and make it more realistic did not. If anyone wants to - tell)

This story happened to me some time ago, I do not think that it will be very original, but I hope, sensual.

I went to the subway, it was an evening so beloved Friday, after work, I bought myself and looked forward to another bachelor evening in the company of TV shows and food. Sometimes I wanted to change this measured lonely life, but the girls were such that they didn’t suit me, I didn’t suit them, and sometimes I just switched to work and it wasn’t much of a relationship. That evening, I first saw her, a woman with whom later fate will bring me together. I am very fond of Armenians, Georgians. You know - short stature, big buttock and chest, a bit of fullness in the body, black or brown eyes, under dark neat eyebrows and charm in the face. Although, of course, it’s not about every Armenian or Georgian woman, especially since there is a half-breed. But about that lady about whom I tell - yes, such. She stood at the door on the way out of the car, short, tired in appearance, with dyed, as I later learned, blond hair. Dark eyebrows, not too big. I do not know why, but I just devoured her with my eyes, that she noticed at a certain moment, and simply turned away. It did not hurt me at all, I looked at it further. I did not really indulge in lustful thoughts, although I thought about what kind of body she should have. A few seconds imagined him. She went out at the next station, through one of mine, I watched her with my eyes and when the doors closed, I thought bitterly that we wouldn’t see each other again. Actually the evening was spent, as planned - watching the TV series, eating all sorts of garbage, but before going to bed, thoughts often began to return to the same lady from the subway. Time after time, thoughts of her body began to visit my mind. And after, having found suitable porn on the Internet, I was a little exhausted.

It is worth saying that usually I am not vulgar, yes there are a couple of fantasies, but I realized most of my plans during past relationships, now at twenty-four, I was much less vulgar than in those teenage years. But thoughts about this woman made me excited more and more often. As if obsession. At the weekend, she didn’t get out of my head, and searched for her a couple of times in the public of his district. But nothing really found, I finally put off the search, I forgot about it.

And then, after a couple of days, I forgot about this meeting, although the Armenians themselves, Georgian women and just mountain girls, began to attract my attention more.

These same few days, although I did not try to pull it out, but sometimes, on the train, I examined the car, in search of it. Well, in a friend? But it never happened. At least the first two days. On Wednesday, I saw her again, and this time, I decided to act. As if in a fog, I got out of the car behind her. “Damn, it's a mature lady,” I thought, and the time was not so much later, but still Wednesday night is not the best time for tackles. And yet, I followed her a little bit. She went to the store, I reasoned that stupidly trying to drive her to the street late at night. Therefore, I waited, when we were in the store, and when there were no other people around us, only one “but” - I didn’t think what to say. In the end, I approached her when we stood in one of the departments of the supermarket.

- Young man, you wanted something?

For a moment I had an embarrassment, which, by the way, was replaced by strong determination.

- No, no ... more precisely, yes, you know, I wanted to give you a compliment, but I couldn’t decide everything, it would look very strange.

She was taken aback. And then she smiled.

- Yes.You know, you are a very beautiful woman, I wanted to say that you are beautiful and better than many young girls.

- Thank you, it's nice ... I do not even know what to say - she blushing a little, she answered.

"Here it is, a chance, while it is in turmoil, we must say that it will come to mind."

- It's just ... I'm really very fascinated by you, forgive me for being direct.

Laughing, she waved off:

- Come on, young man, thanks, of course, but I have to go on.

And before I had time to collect my thoughts, she left. "Here's a jerk," I thought.

Then we parted for a while, I picked up the right words, but again nothing came into my head, trying not to lose sight of it, I threw several goods into the basket, and when I saw that she went to the checkout, I followed her. I had no tactic but the most obvious one. She had several full bags, and this was my chance. After paying for my few goods, I went out and caught up with her, offered my help. Apparently the fatigue after work and the abundance of bags did their job and she agreed. At first there was a standard set of phrases like “What a well-educated young man,” “you are very kind,” and so on. It was not far to go, but we had at least ten minutes. I tried as best I could, and tried to talk on a variety of topics, trying to surprise her at least a little.

After a while, she relaxed somewhat, began to joke more and pin up me. It turned out that this lady, and I was called Gretta, quite alluring energy, or how to call it without a clue.

- Young man, I am pleased, of course, you are very nice and good, to be honest, I was surprised. In the beginning I thought something different about you ... and yet I am glad that I was mistaken.

- And yet, do not want to continue dating? I took a chance when we stood near her door.

- I don’t know ... I don’t think, yet the age difference is quite high, how old are you?

- Twenty-four years.

- And I - forty-one, can you imagine?

I opened my mouth to say that the difference does not mean so much, but her phone rang.

- Yes, I am already on the stairs, now I am going, everything is normal.

She bowed, and took the keys, hurried to the door.

- Well ... I think you will not mind if we accidentally intersect?

- you are a persistent young man. We'll see.

She disappeared behind the door.

On the way home, I thought a lot about her. I remembered what they were talking about and how. Pancake. And she is witty and just not stupid. He compared her with familiar women of her age from work, who joked worse than schoolchildren from the Internet, who belled like horses and gossiped. Against her calm, light humor and grooming, they just lost. Needless to say, I have fantasized about her for several evenings. But drastic changes began to occur on Friday night. I stayed in the internet until one in the morning, and sat on a dating site. Looking at the questionnaire after the questionnaire, it will probably not be a surprise if I say that I stumbled upon it. Everything inside me collapsed, my breathing quickened. There was her name, picture. Well-groomed lady, in search of a man from 30 to 50 years for a serious relationship, in exceptional cases, it is just possible to have sex. "

- That's how it is! Well, Gretta, that's how it is.

What I saw added confidence. So she had no one! So she is in search. After reading a little about it, I closed the page and wanted to go to bed, for a moment I had the idea to create a fake. Not for a meeting, but just to test the ground and understand what she likes in the guys and which guys like her in general. I created it, but as it turned out in the future - it was meaningless.

Not to say that I specifically intended to do stalking and track it down — no, I didn’t plan to do that. But in general, I wanted to meet her, to see. I returned from work at about the same time as my first meeting with the metro. deliberately spent some time at her metro station. As a result, by about nine in the evening I saw her - a skirt to the middle of the knees, a beige jacket, a dark jacket. My Armenian. I waited for her to move away from the main stream of people, and came up ....