“Dimchik, how did you like our smoke break? Will you go with me for a smoke, or will you be frightened? ”

“Kir, please give me a cigarette. “Kira handed him an open wad.

“I have“ cloves ”, And you do not smoke. “Dima drew in smoke and coughed.

“We'll have to learn. And then, how can I smoke with you, I will walk. Do not understand. So, have to get used. "

“Yeah, and that means me, Lyubochka Arkadyevna will devour with giblets. Seduced the guy, she is our main fighter against vices. Although, in general, it will be right. And seduced, and taught to smoke. But you, by the way, do not roll your lip. What do you think, I'll give you every smoke break, I will suck. Ran away. This is so, the advance was. For the future. By the way, you never answered, did you like how I suck? ”

“Cyrus, you are the best. Honestly, I'm not lying. My little girls were ... Two only ... But you are the best. "

“Okay, dear. So, tomorrow morning I'll call you, then we’ll just agree on the time. And those girls in the ass were given? Not. I thought so ... Tomorrow you will try. Oh, and do not even think about jerking tonight. Take care of me. ”

In the morning Kira got up late. Husband on a business trip, a daughter at her mother-in-law, it's time to sleep, well, and a lover to call. Faceless yet silent, you can take care of your beloved.

Kira got out of the shower with a towel wound on her head, in a terry soft bathrobe, warm slippers, and with a cup of unchanged hot coffee, went to the balcony. Climbing with her legs on the sofa, she covered her legs with a plush blanket, lit a cigarette and dialed Dima's phone.

He answered immediately, apparently waiting for her to call, the phone was kept at hand, and maybe he was in contact, who knows.

Having arranged a meeting, Kira finished her coffee and headed to the bedroom.

The first meeting with a lover is a responsible matter, there can be no trifles here.

Kira was going to thoroughly, she had no experience in such matters, but nobody canceled the logic. Therefore, a new, almost nevodivanny set of red linen with flirty kruzhivchikami, took his place on her naked body. He was joined by black stockings, tights of course more practical, but stockings are so erotic, because the boy should be pampered. Burgundy dress with a rectangular, not very deep neckline and of course red high-heeled shoes. Gold earrings with rubies, and a small gold heart-shaped pendent, almost completed the image. Another red handbag, on a thin strap, and it is ready.

Kira got out of the house and, once sitting in the car, again ran into Rodion.

“Hi Cyrus. Gathered to visit? "

“Well, yes, as long as there is no husband, they decided to sit with the girls, for a long time they have not seen each other. Yesterday we phoned and agreed. "

Rodya nodded, and wishing a good get-together, he again began to dig in the trunk.

Kira got into the car and drove off.

Before Dimkino home was close. He lived in the neighboring area, and there were no traffic jams anymore. Summer residents drove off yesterday, well, those who were late in the morning, so that the streets were relatively free.

Driving to Dimkina's entrance, Kira parked in a free place and got out of the car.

She took the elevator to the eighth floor of a sixteen-panel prefab house and rang a metal door upholstered in brown dermantine. The melodious, boring trill of the bell, was perfectly audible from behind the door. Audibility in prefabricated houses is monstrous, it is perfectly audible what exactly the neighbors in the toilet do, well, and all the repetitions of their family life, are also known to the neighbors. And if the neighbors got a dog on top, it’s all bad. Constant tramp of a quadruple horse, will bring to the white heat the most persistent.

Dima opened the door. Dressed in an orange T-shirt and regular jeans, he embarrassedly invited the guest into the room, apologizing for the mess.

The apartment was standard odnushkoy. Microscopic corridor with doors to the bathroom and toilet, and an open door to the kitchen. Everything is simple and simple. There is an old ottoman covered in a yellow-brown, striped plush bedspread in the room, a computer desk littered with trash in the corner of the window, with a large monitor, a gutted system unit and an office chair with a back topped back. A polished cabinet from the last century, a soft, worn, but very comfortable armchair, a pair of wooden chairs. On the windowsill and near the computer are a few potted cacti. There was a low coffee table in front of the ottoman. On it was a bottle of Armenian, a real, or almost real cognac, a figured vase of smoky glass filled with fruit, a box of chocolates, and a lemon cut in slices on a silver platter. Another pair of yellow-colored fruit nestled in a vase. And pristine ashtray.

Kira, picking up a lemon from a vase, resolutely headed for the kitchen.

Not holding back, she first looked into the refrigerator.

Yeah ... The fridge of a lonely man. Yes, and young. And not rich.

“Ate a mouse long ago?” Kira stared at Dima.

"What kind of mouse?" He did not understand.

“Who is in your refrigerator, hung up from hunger. Nevermind. Drag from the corridor packages. Do you have a cutting board? Cut what? Yes, and where the pan? Similarly, in the stove, we certainly do not use the oven. We are above the petty world. But is there any vegetable oil? ”

Anticipating something similar, Kira on the way jumped into the supermarket, well, zatar was there a little. By your standards.

Kira rolled up her sleeves.

Twenty minutes later, in a cast-iron pan, and where such a rarity it took out, pork chops snapped, potatoes gurgled in a saucepan, and in a large plastic bowl red-sided tomatoes, pimply green cucumbers, juicy bell peppers and piles of wet greens flowed.

Using a large plate, instead of the missing board, Cyrus deftly sliced ​​the salad.

Dima, resolutely removed from cooking, enthusiastically followed Kira, who was singing an old, pop melody, Reggae in the Night. Kira only remembered the chorus and mumbled it under her breath. Realizing that she was singing Dima went into the room and soon a familiar melody was heard from there and the sounds of reggae filled the little Moscow odnushku.

Less than an hour later, they were sitting at the table, and Kira lazily picking at a plate of salad, watched with pleasure, with appetite, cracking down on a hefty piece of meat with potatoes, Dima. Kira always loved to watch men eat.

They sat on the couch and drank brandy. A thin cigarette was smoking in an ashtray. and the sounds of reggae carried her through the waves of vague, magical dreams.

Kira ran her fingers along the young man’s cheek, and his face came closer, his lips met and the tongues twisted together. Kira fell over on a soft plush bedspread and the boy's hands slid over her body. The red dress crawled up, exposing her slim legs. Kira raised her hands, helping Dima to rid her of excess clothing. The dress flew away to the chair, Dima's T-shirt, which he threw off himself, followed him, but Kira was already pulling off her jeans, and she didn’t bust it out; The naked boy was lying on her bed in front of her, and Kira lay down side by side, leaning slightly over him. Dima hesitated, the bra turned out to be an obstacle, he clearly lacked experience in stripping women. Kira herself undid the fasteners of the bra and dropped it. Dima took off her red panties and covered her stockings with kisses. The slim body of the guy pressed against her, and Kira felt how often his heart was beating. Her lips slid over the smooth young skin, going lower and lower.

But today, he prepared. A member gave the needles. And from all his body emanated coniferous scent. Kira's lips parted, taking young flesh.

It did not take much time to achieve the desired hardness, the appearance of a naked female body, gentle lips processing his penis, hands sliding over his skin, much do you need a guy who is not spoiled by a woman's caress.

Feeling his readiness, Kira fell over on her back and spread her legs, slightly bending their knees .... Read more →