Jokes, compliments, various stories from work, as well as “Mmm, Svetochka, I highly recommend this fish, it melts right in the mouth”, “Let me pour some more wine, it is just the color of your eyes” and so on and so forth.

It was evident that Sveta liked everything, I already had quite definite plans for her, from which I constantly had to straighten my dick in my pants.

Then there were dances where I no longer danced the girl, but gently pawed over all parts of the body. My breasts are a little pumped up, the maximum is the first size, but I'm not a fan of big boobs at all, I didn't care for that. Not a skinny, not fat, quite standard proportions girl who favorably and gratefully accepts your courtship - what more do you want?

For all these events I didn’t pay attention to my neighbors at the table, and there was something to see - Vitya snapped up the campaign faster than us, the speech became a bit cheeky, close to Irkin’s face, something was rubbing her, probably important to him. Irina turned away from Vitka as best she could. A separate story about their hands - under the table there was obviously some kind of languid scuffle - is she pawing her? Well, okay, adults, they will understand.

They drank again, brought snacks and hot, carried off empty dishes. The DJ knew his business well, completely neutral music during the feasts, the unobtrusive presenter turned on at the right time when people started to get bored during the break between dishes.

- Let's take a break from snacks and alcohol, white dance is announced, ladies invite gentlemen! - announced the presenter into the microphone.

The chairs were pushed backward, people stretched to wherever - on the dance floor, in the smoking room, just outside, to unwind. I decided that if Sveta did not invite me, then we are now with Sanya and Olga, taking a bottle of Armenian from the table, retire to the gazebo on the beach, since the warm June weather was favorable for this. But some people had other plans.

On my right shoulder gently lay female hand. I turned around. Irina.

- Do not want to dance? She asked simply.

“With pleasure,” I replied, suppressing in myself the desire to see what Victor was doing at that time.

From the speakers, some slow mix with Mr. Credo in the lead role. Ira and I chose a more free place from the rest of the dancing couples. I thought of choosing a stand more neutral - like my hand is at my partner's waist, hers are on my shoulder, with our left palms we hold each other at a short distance, but Irina put both hands on my shoulders and I was forced to clasp her waist with both hands.

- Who is this girl with Alexander? - Ira asked me, burning with my breath my ear.

- This is Olya, his wife, you Vitya did not introduce you to her?

- Yes, Victor ..., you know ... - she paused, - as if to say more softly. He is very persistent ... no, not so ...

- Intrusive? - I prompted.

- Yes it is. - with relief I accepted my definition of Ira. - You can’t talk to him about anything, it all comes down to complaints, why I don’t want to meet him. It is annoying.

- And you do not want? - I clarified.

- Not. And you and Alexander seem to always leave us alone with him on purpose.

What a twist. From this point of view I, of course, did not consider the situation. Well, you can't tell Ira why we behave this way.

We silently shifted from one foot to the other for a minute, a dance of the type. The proximity of the girl, her smell, hot breath on my neck, my hands lying on her waist, when accidentally slipping down, clearly felt through the thin nylon of the fitting dress the relief of the top of the girl's panties - all this inevitably led to a pleasant languor in the lower abdomen. In short, I swam guys. Like a boy.

You could just surrender to chance - and come what may. But at that moment, I was still struggling with the unwillingness of the upcoming clashes with Vitya, and I remembered that Sveta was sitting at the table, which I perceived at that moment as a working option. The smooth transition of one slow mix to another helped me in the decision. This was something from the Latinos, such a cross between waltz and tango. I grabbed my hand from the waist to the back of the girl, threw her back, hesitated a little, then straightened it with a sharp jerk and led her in a dance. Stunned Irina did not know how to dance, but I didn’t need it. Antonina Georgievna, my ballroom dancing teacher, who had killed three years in an attempt to hammer all these pasts into my youthful brain, had probably shot herself dead from shame, but she had enough skills she had acquired to lead my partner with confidence now. I circled Iru, threw back the distance and again pressed to me, trying not to begin difficult elements with which an inexperienced partner could not cope. I do not know how long we danced, probably for a long time, in the ecstasy of dance I received frank pleasure from the power over the slim and slim body of the girl and time stopped for me.

With some kind of sixth sense, feeling the end of the composition, I abruptly threw Irina away from myself, and also dramatically pulled her to me and with the last chord pressed her hot body to me. The girl was breathing heavily, her elastic chest pressed against me, covered with underwear and nylon of the dress, heaved and fell deeply.

Suddenly suddenly there was a storm of applause. The dancers did not even notice that no one was dancing anymore, but formed an even tight circle around us and just enjoyed the spectacle. I slowly relaxed my hand, pressing Irina to me, releasing her. The girl's eyes were burning.

- You know, Alexey, I greatly underestimated you, it was something. - Ira whispered admiringly.

“Since you and I have moved on to you,” I replied, “let me thank you for the invitation and for the dance.”

With these words, I gently took her hand and kissed the back of my hand. Then we returned to the table where Sanya and Olya and the gloomy Vitya were waiting for us.

- Lech, it was epic! - Sanya congratulated me.

- Did you study somewhere? - asked Olya. - You were the most beautiful couple on the dance floor!

Vitya, having heard the compliment, darkened even more, apparently, he did not lose time in vain and considerably aggravated his condition with a few piles of alcohol. When he saw it, Ira wiped a smile from her face, her mood dropped significantly. Trying to save the situation and help her, I suggested to act according to plan A, that is, to advance towards the lake, taking with me wine for girls and brandy for guys, and of what kind of snacks. Sveta was nowhere to be seen, well, and to hell with her, I decided that whatever happened next.

We chose a free gazebo, set up a drink and a snack. Remembering that I needed to divide Vitya and Irina, I arranged for Vitya to flop down on the bench first, then he waited for Sanya to stay with his wife and then let him choose a place for Irina. Naturally, she sat by the couple, and I sat down with her.

I didn’t want to drink a lot, I squeezed my glass, stretching it for a few toasts, but Sanya and Vitya - first of all, of course, Vitya, then Sanya has his wife near by - quickly devastated cognac. For a new portion, Vitya volunteered to go, staggering, retired towards the hall, and disappeared. After waiting for about twenty minutes, I had to go for the supplement myself, because Sanya, squeezed on one side by his wife, and on the other - Irina, pointedly looked into my eyes and pounded his chest with his middle and index finger. We sat for a long time, poisoned jokes, told stories, in general, very soulful time.

Irina, with the departure of Vitya, relaxed, laughed at jokes, sometimes throwing attentive glances at me. Sometimes I poured alcohol and gave me an apple right from my hand. I just pressed against the girl, lightly wrapped her left hand around the waist, lightly stroking her slender thigh.The light fabric of her dress instantly let her body heat to my hand and, probably, on the contrary, although Ira did not react at all, doing ... Read more →