Story in Big City...
Posted 272 days ago
Near the kiosk, on the contrary stop generala Potapova, talked peacefully two long-legged brunettes. Eugene, thriftily squinting his eyes, turned...
- Girls, we are Jehovah's witnesses. Don't you think that people today do away from each other?..
Girls do not seem, but the sight of the stranger was so severe that they affirmatively threw their heads.
After a couple of minutes his hands glided over their juicy thighs, and Jack himself, stepping вразвалку, вдохновленно communicated.
My approach was somewhat different, more precisely to say, about me just forgot, and I trudged after him, lumps in the teeth for a long time dead cigarette. From time to time throwing acuity, then the conversation stopped, and воцарялась awkward pause.
One name was Lena, another - Katya. Dressed, they were stylish... boots, skirts, blouses... each bag over his shoulder, the fingers - rings, and in
ears - earrings. Dyed also tastefully... bright red lipstick, the shadow...
Lena looked educated girl... she loved the Akhmatova,
Katya is a little more modest. She confessed, that is engaged in trade and on the week purchased twelve pairs of Turkish boots, has sold seven, but some kind of Tanka, taking as much, sold nine, but only because it has two points on the market, and Kathy - only one, and that the Mero have a husband, and she, Kate, everything to do one, and one hard, so if there would be a husband, then...
She finished a rhetorical question...
- What am I evil Mero?..
My friend kindly picked up...
- No, Katya, you are much smarter.
The latter gave him a charming smile.
After two hundred meters, we found ourselves in the megamarket "Triangle". Spacious room were filled with an abundance of goods and service personnel in the blue uniform. I bought the book Goethe "Faust", Zhenya - champagne and vaseline...
Raspivaya on the fly bottle of sparkling, he was constantly inspired...
- Understand, girl, our home is your home!
Those in response joked...
- Register us?
- Of Course! We're with serious intentions...
...Partner immediately dragged Catharine in the bedroom. I have the same cultural offered Lena go to the kitchen.
Over a cup of coffee started talking about the sublime. Remembered all the poems, which knew by heart. To make an impression, spoke of the work of Sergei Yesenin. Lena - Anna Akhmatova. Enthusiastically gesticulating, quoted...
...to roses want to, in that the only garden,
where the best in the world is worth of fences...
I unzipped his pants.
She stopped and looked at me in bewilderment...
- What are you doing?..
From the next room came a voice...
"I tell you what, a prostitute!?
- No, dear, no, of course not!..
Grinning, took off my trousers and scratched his groin...
- This is... and so we live!
Pupils Elena widened, her hands were pulled to the curtain and began hesitantly twirl her lacy edges. Fell the cornice. I did not attach special significance, and was still before the girl in the shorts.
- Lena, the love I want.
Relieved of his command of language, playfully laughed, but have not supported me... it was smooth the mistake. In my head whirled two options... again recite "Beleet parus odinokij..." or pour brandy. Chose the second...
Alcohol acted properly... the girl had not looked at the wolf, and vice versa, from time to time подмигивала the left eye. I understood the hint, in its own way and took her left breast. To my surprise, she tried to escape, however, I, in turn, has grasped tightly. In the face Lena ran a nervous tic.
- What are you doing?
Not catching the question, asked in response...
- In the sense of?
- Why compress the chest?
The girl from the soul has closed up a slap in the face. I have nothing left as to hesitate.
- And what of it? - I'm still trying to save face.
- The chest that is not yours!..
Had to remove his hand. "Crazy", - thought to himself, but aloud he said...
- Logical.
A few seconds we were silent. I drummed on the table with his fingers, she chewed a sandwich with sausage and looked for something in her bag. Behind the wall were heard erotic sighs. Oh, Darlin... well Done what! See the chicken for the first time - and already saddled!..
Lena broke the silence...
- You know, yesterday in the library was...
- The Truth? - I tried to represent the greatest interest. - And what is there?
- Чоссера wanted to read, but, unfortunately, it is already dismantled.
Nodded knowingly. Then decided to be clever...
- This is the one who is Jeffrey?
- Yes.
- Too like?
- No, just for knowledge...
My knowledge of medieval literature quickly exhausted - and our dialogue again choked. And alcohol is no more left... Sandwiches with salami Lena also all ate... the Evening came to a standstill. Finally, I am tired of all this - and I got up from the table...
- Where you went, кобелина?
- Zhenya to see.
The question has been asked so unexpectedly, that only after the answer, I realized, that I have been called. Turning around, measured Lena cynical look. She took off her clothes.
- What are you doing?
The girl quietly continued to contract with the tights.
- Love I want, Egor.
A moment ago, I ran up to it and gladly offered their help, but now when I spoke to pride...
"I'm sorry, baby... I am not a servant of his penis!
Lena retorted simple, but it is very sharp...
- And whose members you are slave? - and unbuttoned her blouse.
Do not know what to answer.
- It seems to me, Egor, - she got to the waist, "you are very zakompleksovanny boy...
The bra fell to the floor and my eyes opened naked breasts girls (left - red spots). Mentally appreciated her in four points on a five-point system.
- This is why? - I am a little zasuetilsya.
Virtually invisible hand movement Lena deal with clasps - and panties themselves slid on красивеньким legs.
- Because, Yegor, that girl to you in guests arrived, and you are her all about the verses yes about the verses...
She came up to the plate and put the kettle. While lit the burner, I scrutinized forms at the rear. Cellulite is not. Excellent!
- Tea decided to boil?
- No, of coffee. - Lena tempting smiled. - I love to drink a cup after a healthy sex...
Thought Of.
- Well, let's just desk clearing, and I removed the first dish with scraps.
- Why!? Unless you do not like, when two bodies intertwine in a fit of passion - and all the flies around, falls?.. - the girl with the hope expect my verdict.
- No. It's pointless. Yes and dishes sorry. I want to, so business-like everything was!
Passing on the table with a dry cloth, clapped his hands.
- Well, here and ready. Let's start...
...We had sex. In parallel, I smoked a cigarette and thought the birthmark on her back, and Lena, yelping, considered my manicure. Whistling kettle.
"Do you hear, we have coffee has already ended. To replace - only chicory.
A last puff, threw goby in the wash basin.
- Goon!!!
I always liked that word... it so much expression. However, then it was quite disgusting. I pushed the girl to the side, offended and turned off the gas stove.
- Make a joke, it is impossible?..
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel, wore a t-shirt. The girl persisted...
- Hey, you still come on!..
Entered naked Zhenya.
- And what are you doing here?
- Chicory brew...
I closed the door to the bathroom. While washed and brushed his teeth, from the kitchen came the sounds of struggle, then again... erotic sighs. Here, then, as happens in life! But I always thought that Lena - monogamous. Oh, Darlin! The Bastard!..
Nowhere to go - and I wandered into the bedroom. On the bed under the blanket lay Katya and read some cheap magazine. Gently nestled next. The girl did not resist, and even, on the contrary, even me, сгруппировавшись in the desired position...
The Grace. Finally, and on my street holiday! It is a pity that there are no video cameras. Today I obviously in shock! Well, is just a buck! Ha-ha! As she moans!!! Ooh! Envy me! How beautiful Katerina, toothed in unconsciousness wallpaper! She, probably, orgasm. Yes, exactly orgasm! Or, perhaps, after all pretends to be?.. No where really it... Orgasm! It most! You See, Katya, you are not boots to sell!.. Heh-heh-heh! And Zhenechka even with Lenochka suffers, rhymes she tells... Okay, I will check out. I am tired of. As you can, in the end?! You, too, "go, do not iron! However, Katyusha? This is something and it is! Break, baby!.. Me in the shower it was time...
...The girls went early in the morning. Eugene, stepping on the used condoms, began to brew coffee (he produced from somewhere a couple of packages). It turns out, I really goon!
- How do you like Katya?
- And you Lena?
Almost synchronously each other answered...
- Normally.
Went out on the balcony. The sun was shining brightly, knocked wheels tram. Spat down. Saliva flew on an intricate path and fell on his hat standing near the entrance of a policeman. He immediately responded, lifting his head. Spotted. Soon in our doorbell rang...
Jenya, yet unsuspecting, laughed merrily...
- Again someone asks. You have more strength left, bro?
I shook his head sadly, and then doomed looked at each other...
- It seems that now our turn to bend down, and after a short pause, added, "come, Eugene, uncover the...
