- Yes, thank you, Vladislav. Bye, Pasha, - she walked past a friend.

I, walking past him, bumped into the deliberately exposed shoulder of an asshole. Well, as "stumbled" - I went further along its trajectory, and turned it back a little. Pasha swallowed drunk and waved his hand, catching his balance. However, he touched a passing waiter and turned her tray with glasses.

- Bl * d! - Pasha looked around his hand and stepped over the broken glass.

I gave him a cold look and asked:

- You are not hurt?

- Not.

- Good. Do not forget to pay for the damage from your hands, - I looked him straight in the eyes and felt the fists begin to scratch and I razzernulsya to him the whole body.

At that moment, women's hands took me by the elbow.

“Y-yes, I get it,” Pasha's face began to blot. An administrator approached him.

I turned to Natasha and covered her hands with my palm:

- All is well?

- Yes. Everything is good. I just ... I thought that suddenly, because of me, you would fight, it would not be good then.

“Nothing, after all, beautiful girls are worth fighting for.”

Natalya blushed and looked away in embarrassment, but I managed to notice a smile on her face. We walked to the table on the arm, but for a few meters she let me go. I clapped my hands, drawing my colleagues' attention:

- So, friends, you are well, but at home is better. At last and do not forget to eat. I asked for the bill.

- So while we carry the bill just have time! - the guys poured brandy into glasses and pulled.

Andrei spoke already very vaguely, although a couple of my guys were also very “in condition”. Vitaly poured cognac remnants into glasses, and after this glass, with the words “Do not perish good!” He poured the remnants of whiskey. Alcohol was drunk, food was almost all eaten. Vitaly supported one of the guys - Oleg. His girlfriend had already called a taxi, and we walked to the parking lot. Sergei and I led Andrei under the shoulders, since he himself barely moved his legs. Seryoga, too, was very unsteady and more disturbed than he helped. But at least he was moving on his own. With my hand, I found the keychain in my pocket and clicked the lock. Andrei was laid in the back seat. With the boys shook hands, Oleg's girlfriend kissed the wives of our boys on the cheek. Vitaly protested:

- What kind of discrimination? Are we bald or something? - we laughed, as the master was really bald.

Oleg's girlfriend with a smile kissed his cheek and Seryoga. She came up to me and also pecked wet lips on the stubble, while she shot her eyes at Natalia, who was standing next to me, and I caught a suspicious squint. Vitalia was carrying his wife and they took Seryoga with his wife with them.

“Sit in front,” I took Natasha by the waist to the passenger side and gallantly opened the car door in front of her and gave her my hand.

Natasha landed in a chair, slightly squeezing my fingers. I noticed a dark triangle of her lace panties under a short black dress. I was keenly agitated, and I did not immediately close the door, but ran my hand over the girl’s bare shoulder. Passing in front of the hood, he noted that she was smiling, looking down at his feet.

- Vladislav, why are you alone?

- Call me Vlad, ok?

- Mm good. Vlad, why are you alone today?

- And on "you", ok? - I smiled, turning out of the parking lot.

- And nothing like that? You are Andrei's boss, right?

- Today, after all, no. Today I am just yours and his driver, - I specifically called them separately.

- Well, - the girl smiled, - So why were you alone in the restaurant today?

- I was with you actually. Remember we danced?

Natalia blushed, but it was obvious that she was pleased to flirt.

- Are you married?

- Not. I somehow prefer to be free.

- And ... you are not lonely? - I figured out the answer options and chose:

“Sometimes everyone is lonely,” Natasha glanced at the sleeping husband, serenely sleeping in the backseat, and quietly agreed:

- Yes, that's for sure.

- How long have you been married?

- Three years. At the institute yet.

- Fellow students?

- We were still in school.

- Wow, is it school love? Great. My friends began to meet in the last class, but lasted only three months.

Natasha hesitated, and then said:

- Well ... in general ... this marriage was supposed to be. But in the sixth month I had a miscarriage.

- Oh, sorry for touching this, - the girl soothing shook her head:

- There is nothing. Andrei and I managed to sign and decided that we would not divorce. Anyway, met, so began to live together. With the children, however, they decided to postpone, until we stand on our feet.

“I understand that this is a responsible decision,” I felt a pang from my thoughts about my child, but now I have driven away these thoughts.

We drove while listening to soft music. At the entrance to their street, Natasha began to guide me. When turning into their yard, I stretched out in an armchair, pretending that, measuring the trajectory and put my hand on the girl's bare knee. Squeezing it a little bit, I did not feel the attempts to free myself. Turning, I smiled:

- Oh, sorry, I missed, - Natasha answered me with a smile.

- Never mind.

I removed my hand, while holding it up my thigh, even slightly lifting the edge of the dress.

- Where can I get up?

- There! - Natasha stretched out her hand through me, pointing to the empty space under the tree, - There we usually get up, but now they have given the car to the service.

I turned. Her hand was still stretched out, and Natasha's face was as close to me as the safety belt allowed. I reached for her and gently pecked on the cheek. She smiled shyly and rubbed her cheek against my face. Her hand fell on my shoulder and was there while I was parking.

They lived in a two-room apartment on the seventh floor. Immersed in the elevator, I pressed Andrew to the wall. He muttered something drunkenly. Natasha glanced at her husband and turned away to the door. My eyes again ran over her legs to priests. “Slightly wide, very feminine! Calves look awesome on heels. " I already wanted to reach out and hug Natasha by the waist, but then the elevator stopped and the doors opened. In the apartment Natasha dismissed Andrew, while I stood with him in my arms and unsealed me. I threw off my shoes and brought her husband to a small bright bedroom. "So, here he sleeps with her." A silk Asian-style robe caught my eye. Natasha asked to put the faithful on the bed and stay in the kitchen:

“I will give you tea,” and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

I put the water in the kettle and thought: “Well. The girl is surely ready to continue our acquaintance. ” I heard a rumble in the bedroom and rolled up my shirt sleeves, exposing my arms to the elbows. Natasha came to my kitchen, and I didn’t keep a cry:

- wow! - the girl quite smiled and raised her hands, tucking her brown hair in a ponytail at the nape.

Natasha dressed in the same silk robe, but, to my chagrin, put on short shorts, looking out from under the edge of the fabric. But still, now I saw her legs much more bare than before, and the silk fabric so gently clung to the shoulders of this girl, that a stir in my groin began.

- Vlad, do you drink green or black?

“Let it be green today.”

The girl brewed a teapot and put two mugs on the table. She took out a tiramisu tray from the refrigerator and gave me a fork.

- Um ... Tasty, is that homemade? - cold dessert melted in the mouth.

- Yes, I like to cook sweets, - Natalya was sitting next to me, leaning one hand on the table and leaning her chin on her fist.

We talked a little with her and ate excellent tiramisu, washed down with tea.

- Can you show your living room? - Natasha looked down and again became covered with a blush.

- Go there, I rinse the cups.

“It is reasonable that in the morning not to explain to my husband that I treated his boss to sweets!” I smiled at my thoughts and sat down on the sofa in the hall. The repair was good, it is clear that Andrei tried his best. I was even pricked ... Read more →