The phone burned my hands and pulled me like a magnet.

I then flipped through the list of contacts from A to Z and back, making sure that the number of the letter "E" - and what a great name is Eve, isn't it? I want to be Adam! - did not go anywhere, did not fall victim to hackers and technical failures. He put it aside, lit a cigarette and, without finishing it in half, put out a cigarette. He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took a sip of ice-cold water - the sun burned so that rare passersby seemed blacks from a yellow, hot Africa. He walked in a meaningless run in a closed circle through both rooms and returned to the balcony, under the scorching rays of the noonday luminary, where a mobile phone and cigarettes lay on the table. And once again he reached for the phone ...

I have been hunting for this number for a long time. I licked at his mistress for a long time. It is impossible to make a mistake! I have to calm down, pull myself together and understand what I will say after I type, say “Hello, this is me” and hear “Hello.” And not a short drop call pad. To call or not to call - that's what ... yes no, there is no such question. There is a question “when” - now or later, how excitement will settle down, and thoughts will stop disturbing depraved pictures with the participation of “Adam” and Eve. Damn, it has managed ... Better then?

- Hi it's me!
- Hello!

Well, then? Ekayu, mekayu, mnezu like a kid who invited the girl to dance, she - wow, wow, agreed - now we need to talk about something, entertain social talk, and in my head is empty, the parched tongue stuck to the sky. For some reason I repeat:
- Yes, it's me, hello, Eve!
Laughs
- Yes, I already understood, for the third time you can not repeat. How are you, "Adam"?

***

Have you heard the old joke?
- Mar Paln, tell the team how you - the honored milkmaid, the experienced worker, the zealous mistress and mother of three children - have become a monetary prostitute?
- I do not know ... Lucky, I guess.

I don't know how I could get Eve out on a date. In non-working hours and away from places where friends could see us. Has the experience of past years awakened, driving away anxiety and embarrassment? Or was the heat of my desire transmitted to Eve over the telephone wires? What tries wires in cellular! I do not know, in short ... I was lucky, probably.

***

Heat, heat ... heat in the whole wide world.

Near the fountain near a large shopping center, where it dazzles in the eyes of countless buyers and just onlookers scurrying everywhere, a small cafe in three tables, tents over which promise the illusion of solitude and coolness, reinforcing the latter with juice and ice cream.

Eva - short, thin, black hair to the shoulders, a small crotch on the nose, characteristic cheekbones and expressive look of big sad eyes - the parents gave the correct name - leisurely savoring the frost-covered chocolate balls from the glass, squeezed with icy juice. I have a sore throat, I took a coffee, crappy and useless, worthy of the middle kind, and smoke a second cigarette.

Good coffee and festive cognac (I'm not kidding, it was written on etiquette) waited for us elsewhere. Where we will have to go soon. If suddenly the doll-meek is not transformed now into a capricious princess. If suddenly something now does not spoil her mood and mood. If a man in his forty-odd years is able to arouse the interest of a woman who has just passed for the middle of the third ten. If suddenly ... well, to hell, be silent, sadness! Break through!

I'm telling you, lucky! Eve didn’t bring down the incident with the advancement towards the target, where saucers and glasses were waiting for us. Only two stops to that apartment, but just some kind of obsession. The lively avenue, from where the necessary street was branched out, suddenly became scanty and completely lost cars, usually flowing by a full-flowing river. Then I realized: see, it was blocked above, so that some bumps flew with the breeze, the servants of the people fucked up! Private traders, traveling to the avenue, do not react to my gesture and go in the opposite direction, the bus has miraculously jumped over and is not slow, radio-taxi service reports that the car will arrive no earlier than 20-30 minutes.What an absurdity, we walk for 10 minutes! We stand in the sun, I'm angry and confused, well, the goal is so close, and suddenly such an affront from the fate of the villain. Eve is silent, but, I suppose, she also does not feel much pleasure.

Well, what to do? Pochapali peshkodralom! On the hot stone jungle, through the air shaking from the heat, past the windows, from where indifferent mannequins gazed at us ... there were no cars or people in the street ... we all walked and walked and walked like heroes of the story crossing the Martian desert in search of treasures, the reward for which will be a cocktail "special prospecting" - clean water and nothing more. I will die - I will not forget this quarter-hour walk on foot, which seemed like an eternity, silence of Eve walking alongside, a mixture of guilt and lust bubbling inside, and also how she took my arm, as soon as we reached the right house and wrapped it in a shady, tree-covered yard.

***

- Let's drink for ...
- And let's raise this glass ...
- May we always ...

Spurred by alcohol, my eloquence splashes like a fountain, but the language of Eva, who is beginning to hop, does not untie her tongue, regularly supports my toasts, except that she does not drink to the end. She is also calm and silent if you do not want to answer the directly asked question; the same impassive gaze of her big, black with proselenie, eyes, sometimes seeming to me waiting; only sometimes she covers her eyelids a little longer than that required for blinking, and then a weak smile appears dimly on her lips ... some other smile, not one that stretches the corners of her lips wider and wider, and ends with an infectious laugh, slightly embarrassed, when the anecdote told is too salty.

***

In the twilight of the room, the outline of a light, light-colored dress on my dark-skinned non-Moldovan woman clearly stands out. I kiss her, then timidly, demandingly, and the taste of her lips stupefies my head more than the aged brandy. I hug her, by the shoulders, by the waist, by the ass, I invade under the hem, under the edge of the narrow panties, and the moisture between the folds, acting through the fingertips on the upper and lower brain, makes me tremble with impatience and languish with desire.

Down with the dress! Down with the bodice ... what else is a bra? There is no bra on Eva, but these touching swellings can hardly be called a bust, so that they also need a “halter”. But the nipples are taste-wise, and so funny they begin to resist pulling at my tongue, becoming harder and full of elasticity. Eve sighs sweetly, sits on my knee and strokes my head, encouraging me to caress more. Who would refuse such a treat?

But now, down with her panties, down with my clothes, Eve is forced to get up from my knees, and in that brief moment, before we fall into bed barely, a wonderful picture appears before my eyes. A pretty young girl, all so doll-like, with a chiseled figure, narrow waist, graceful hips, looks at me with anticipation and I would even say adoration, and on the lips play the same slight smile, looking deeper into itself, as if in anticipation of something it is delightful. Do not deceive Eve's expectations, "Adam"!

I dare to hope, did not deceive! It was a wonderful gentle sex, sometimes turning into a delicious fucking. My soul sang and rejoiced, seeing how Eve enjoys intercourse, how readily she kisses, hugs, podmahivaet and adapts. The body was hobbling, and with all the receptors and organs of sense, feeling the beauty of unity with the young and desirable person.

In the passage there was only a poor fellow, a hard worker member)))) Three times he was straining to the limit, reaching the last line, wanting to pour out furious spasms of unprecedented pleasure. And twice I did not let him do it. I beat the pace, I changed my position, I switched to another, and when I felt that Eva was close to the peak, dived down, buried between her legs, kissed, sucked, licked, pulled, not saturated with taste, smell, appearance, and achieved both times her shudders from the maximum buzz, perceiving her moans, cries of “oh, yes, well, still, come on, yes, yes-ah-ah!” through the ears clamped by hips, almost like an own orgasm.

And only the third time, fucking Eve with cancer, I decided to pamper myself and reward the “little brother” with an orgasm ...I gladly stroked her sides, thighs, buttocks, alternated shallow and deep penetrations, alternating a slow tempo fast, but having already assured myself and the members of the friendly team that I would no longer oppose the ending.

So it happened. Barely having time to pull out, so captive of her narrow pussy was sweet, I watered her swarthy polupopii with abundant white drops, getting incredible pleasure, enjoying life in fact and thanks to the fate in advance. And a little later, Eve delivered a third orgasm. This time with a finger, but sitting it on his knee, hugging a flexible camp with his other hand and practically without lifting his lips from hers.

Shuddering ended, moans subsided, breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to normal, I continued to hug her tightly ... I didn’t want to talk about anything, silence reigned around, it was easy and calm in my soul. Eve opened her eyes, looked around, recovering herself and as if remembering who she was, where she was and how she got here. Then, apparently remembering, she hugged my neck, pressed her cheek to my chest, closed her eyes again, and that dreamy smile appeared on her face.