A small Italian-style cafe was well isolated from the rest of the shopping center. There were very few people on that weekday. Marina confidently went to a lonely table located in a cozy niche behind a translucent darkened curtain. Andrew, catching his breath, did not lag a single step. They are located opposite each other on soft sofas with velvet pillows. The waiter approached, said hello, lit a lamp with a muffled light over the table, put the menu in front of them and left. Marina briefly immersed in the study of the cocktail menu. Andrei also opened the menu, but looked at him with unseeing eyes.

The embarrassed young man tried to understand what was really going on. A gorgeous Lady meets him, invites him to a cafe, clings to him on his way to a luxurious body and whispers languid phrases languidly in his ear! On the one hand, Andrei was deafeningly happy with what was happening, but he was tormented by the question: to what genre does that exciting film belong, the hero of which he felt himself for several exciting minutes now? How can its plot develop? How do you understand the behavior of his seductive new acquaintance? Does She really flirt with him ?! And how far will she want to go? Or maybe this is Her usual behavior? Not all women in a row are like his school teacher of mathematics, a 40-year-old, but long-time old student, behind formulas, equations, and progress at emphasis, who does not see living children in front of her! There are such delightful relaxed Females in the world, who are not ashamed to emphasize their sexuality and appearance, and manners ... Today he was already damn lucky, but he couldn’t guess how much - Andrei did not try.

- Can I take your order? - a kind question tore off Andrew from confused thoughts.

“Pina Colada with ice, please, and dessert to your taste,” said Marina, and raised a cat's glance at Andrei.

- The same to me, please, - only the guy who could not pick out anything was able to squeeze out.

- With or without rum? - tilting his head in the direction of Marina, said the waiter.

- Of course yes! - playing coyly with a look, she answered.

- A young man? - the waiter turned to Andrew.

He did not like alcohol and wanted to say that rum was not needed, but Marina was ahead of him:

“Him too,” She said in a calm, slightly lowish tone.

Andrei felt something touch his leg under the table. Marina looked into his eyes without a smile, slightly lowering her beautiful eyelashes. Her foot, slightly pressing, began to slowly rise. Without taking a close, almost hard look from Andrei, she added:

“He’s already a big boy,” and put her leg away, which reached him almost to the knee.

Andrei did not utter a word, only smiling absently.

The waiter nodded, then read out their order from a notebook, took one menu and left, covering the curtain.

Marina moved up to the table, folded her hands in school and said:

- So, Andrei, what are you doing? Do you study somewhere?

“I study at the polytechnic, finished the first course,” he answered.

- Mm ... Who will you be after the diploma?

“A programmer, an IT specialist,” while he was talking, Marina was closely studying his face, and he, for the most part, had her breasts. Unable to avert the admiring gaze, Andrew, blushing with shame, beheld magnificent semi-naked spheres. A couple of times he tried to raise his eyes, but immediately met with the slightly crafty eyes of his companion, from which the hot paint even more flowed to his cheeks.

- Is that so? So, computers are probably already well-versed? - Her face expressed a genuine interest.

“Well, on the whole, yes, not bad,” he answered modestly.

- So, I was lucky! - Marina exclaimed with a joyful smile, - you know, recently my laptop has been slowing down so much at home ... Do you know what could be the matter? Maybe some kind of virus?

Brought order. Andrew sipped a cocktail.

- So you can not immediately say what the reason. It is necessary to look at the place, - Andrei answered without a second thought. Marina slightly artfully shrugged her hands:

“So you have to look on the spot,” She sighed playfully.

This amazing mature woman owned her intonation, facial expressions, like an inimitable actress of the highest level! One emotion replaced the other so naturally, so naturally, that led the young guy to the utmost admiration. His emotionally pale contemporaries could only crookedly copy the manners of replicated glossy dolls from the covers of empty magazines, faceless fashion shows, showy social stories and one-day music videos. No matter how these dim-witted girls of impregnable and impudent "little ones for a million" built themselves up, they didn’t pull even for a crumpled hundred. Their provincial wretchedness with might and main has come through from the ineptly applied layers of not very high-quality makeup. And now she was sitting in front of him, hoisting her magnificent breasts on top of her arms folded on the table, an elegant, stylish, self-sufficient, experienced and incredibly attractive Woman.

- Is it true, Andrei, can you come to me so that we can do this? - Marina made a subtle accent on the word “these”, rolling her eyes languidly.

The question was not simply ambiguous - it sounded so that Andrei had to hold his breath again with a new force, broke eggs, full of sperm, and began to irrepressibly tear out his pants in an instant with blood.

- Things to do? He said in a hoarse voice. Mad desire, like lava in the mouth of an awakened volcano, rose from such depths of his sexual essence that he had never even suspected of before, ready to rush out with a loud sigh of animal passion, flood Her with a red-hot stream of such caresses that it is embarrassing to even think! In a brain distraught with excitement, disobedient thoughts rushed: “Will she really answer what I dream to hear? Is all this happening not in the next erotic dream, but in reality ?! God, how good She is! How I want her !!! "

“My laptop, of course,” she shrugged, as if to add: “What else? We talked about the problem with the laptop! "

Her response to Andrew’s icy shower. From such emotional swaying he almost felt dizzy. He stared at the table, trying to recover.

“So are you coming to me tonight?” - in Her question there was not a drop of asking intonations. On the contrary, the sudden strict demands of her tone did not imply any other response from him except positive.

- Of course! - He exhaled hotly, - I will definitely come and do everything on your laptop!

Marina looked at him with a condescending smile on her beautiful lips.

- Yes, do not crucify too you! I know: you will come and you will do everything, - said Marina, unbearably attractive, with an emphasis on “everything”. Then She abruptly set aside the empty glass and leaned over to the rather narrow table and stroked his cheek, exaggeratingly telling him exaggeratedly - you are an obedient, good boy ...

And again Her tone became stern:

- I'm right?!

Andrew was numb and did not respond.

Then Marina perceptibly, but not too painfully, thrust the tips of the marigold into his temple and led her hand down all the cheek to his chin, slightly scratching the skin, thereby giving him such pleasure that he thought again that he was about to finish.

- I can not hear! - She raised her voice slightly.

“Yes, of course, you are right,” Andrei almost whispered.

She let go of his face, without scratching, but leaving four distinct red stripes on her cheek for a few minutes.

- Oh, "Kei, it means, you have agreed!" Marina said cheerfully, smiling brightly and carefree again, "I'll call you again today, tell you what time to come. I haven't decided myself yet. Now, probably, I'll go somewhere in SPA, maybe, for a massage, for a manicure ... - she cooed in a purring voice, throwing graceful hands behind her head, and sweetly arched her back, like a rare expensive cat, ...