Girl, wake up the driver said loudly.
I was startled and woke up.
Girl, you can get out, weve been standing on Kamenskaya, forty three for a minute, the taxi driver said with a smile.
A few minutes later I was standing on the threshold of the theater. There were a lot of people gathered in the lobby, they were crowding everywhere: at the entrance, in the locker room, in the long corridors. They were smartly dressed, so a state of celebration reigned everywhere. There were tables with various trinkets and souvenirs along the walls, there was everything you could buy for a slow-moving onlooker. When the first bell rang, the audience slowly began to pass into the huge hall. And I was sitting in the buffet of the theater, enjoying the aroma and taste of latte, and with the second bell I also went to the stalls to take my place.
My dear reader, lets open the veil of a womans soul with you, what does she want and what is she looking for? Spirituality is theaters, movies, exhibitions, wants attention, but most of all she is waiting for love.
My soul was also full of expectation of this feeling and, like a wonderful rose, is ready to open its ripe bud towards female happiness. And I saw this happiness in Peter.
Two months have passed. It was a wonderful summer evening, my room was filled with a cloud of dust from a huge pile of things that I took out from the shelves and put in boxes. It was a grandiose move to Moscow, which completely changed my whole life. Through the wide-open window, the screams of local children who were playing football in the yard could be heard.
This goal was mine, you prevented me, you didnt score it yourself and didnt give it to me, one young football player shouted.
Lets hit!
Go-o-l! they shouted again.
I heard a beautiful melody from the phone, and I answered.
Good afternoon, Vladochka, Peter said in a cheerful voice.
Good afternoon, Peter.
I hear screams, what happened there?
Yes, these are young football players outside the window.
Are you probably packing your things now and getting ready for the road?
Yes, Im packing everything in boxes, tomorrow a car from the transport company will arrive, and the movers will load all the things into the car, and then I will go too.
You have no idea how glad I am that we will meet soon. Sorry, I cant talk for a long time now, Im in a hurry, my service will start in a few minutes.
See you later, Peter, I whispered.
See you later, my dear, he said warmly in response, and the connection was cut off.
I went to the window, opened the curtain and shouted with all my might:
Hooray! Goal!
The boys stopped playing and raised their heads high in confusion. One of them hesitantly shouted back:
Actually, there was a penalty!
I laughed and walked away from the window.
Apple of discord
The rattling of a spoon in a glass of tea on the table in my compartment interrupted my sleep. Opening my eyes slightly, I immediately squeezed them shut from the bright light of the lamp that was right above me.
My neighbor was a middle-aged Georgian with beautiful thick hair and a pronounced Georgian profile.
It was obvious that he was an intelligent and well-mannered man. There was a lot of aristocratic in his behavior. He spoke Russian at a high level.
Lowering my bare legs from the shelf, I felt the mans gaze, he was sitting opposite and practically eating them with his eyes.
I want to help you, he said.
Yes, I guess, because I forgot how to ride on the upper shelves.
His strong hands touched my legs and slid higher, up my buttocks, penetrating my dress with his fingers, a little higher, and, putting his arm around my waist, he lowered me down. My body clung to him for a second, and I involuntarily felt the exciting smell of his skin.
My name is Avtandil, I come from the city of Tbilisi. And you, girl, where are you going?
To Moscow. My name is Vlada.
Vladochka, try the apples from my native house, and he held out a grated liquid apple to shine.
I took a bite, and the juice flowed down my lips.
Are you also going to Moscow alone? I asked with interest.
Now Im not alone anymore, the man smiled. Vlada, you can safely move your bed to the bottom shelf, no one will come to us anyway.
Why? I said, surprised.
You will see for yourself soon, let me help you.
Avtandil got up and reached for my bed, he had a sporty figure, and abs cubes were sexually peeking out from under his T-shirt.
And if suddenly I wanted to ask, but he forestalled my thoughts.
Dont worry, Im a man and I give you my word that no one will bother you.
It was comfortable on the bottom shelf, I felt tired and immediately fell asleep.
The train jerked violently, I shuddered in surprise and woke up. It was already quite dark outside. The lights from the lanterns made their way through the curtain into the window and the glare lay on the walls of the compartment. Avtandils eyes were open, and he was staring at me. His passionate gaze began to penetrate my body. Suddenly, desire seized me, and I opened the blanket a little, and bared my excited breasts. He put his hand on my stomach, gently stroked the skin, touching my breast, and gently squeezed the nipple with his fingers.
I moaned with pleasure and excitement, and he lay down on me, covering my body with himself. Our breathing quickened, and in an instant I felt his strong and wet penis inside me. Soon my body was shaking in convulsions, and he was whispering softly in my ear, pressing his lips:
How good it feels to be with you.
Early in the morning I woke up to loud voices outside the door. I stretched and felt that the blanket completely hugged my naked body, but after spending the night with a man, I felt only spiritual emptiness. We no longer looked into each others eyes, he silently took his things and left the car without saying a word.
Moscow did not please me with the sun, it was a fine drizzling rain. People from the train were walking along the platform in a crowd and pushing me forward to the station, and then suddenly a ringtone from my phone rang.
How is my beloved? Peter asked cheerfully.
Hi, Im already in Moscow, I said without warmth in my voice.
Why are you so unhappy or not happy with me at all?
Sorry, but well talk later.
I felt embarrassed in front of him, because recently I just succumbed to instinct and easily changed my feelings.
Peters voice became warmer, and he gently whispered:
My dear, you are like a gentle sun, a warm breeze, a bright ray of light in my life, fly, my feather, and most importantly, take care of yourself.
I hung up the phone, and I felt warm in my soul from his tender words.
I had to visit several apartments that were pre-selected as options for living.
Several years of my separation from Moscow have passed, and now it pleases me again with its captivating beauty of the streets, worries my heart again, and I am happy to wander through it, looking at the facades of houses.
The first landlady of the apartment was an old, thin woman with very thin, bony fingers. Grandma reminded me of an old, rusty needle that was stuck in a homemade soft shoe from the Soviet Union. The apartment fully corresponded to the age and appearance of the old lady. I politely refused her and hurried to the exit. The weather did not change, there were large puddles on the sidewalk, it was raining, it seemed that there would be no end to it.
The next three meetings were canceled for various reasons, and only two apartments remained. One option was in the city center. But the apartment itself was very unsightly, and if compared with the dishes in the restaurant, it looks like boiled potatoes in a uniform, decorated with beautiful inedible twigs and artificial flowers.
My last option was far from the center, but I decided to stay in this apartment. She met all my requirements for temporary residence. By the middle of summer, I had settled into a new place. There was a lot of furniture in the apartment, I put things neatly on the shelves in the closet. The only unpleasant detail in the interior of the apartment was a painting, but there was no way to get rid of it. The painting hid a hole in the wall, although it served a noble role, but I had no desire to look at it at all. The reason for this was a naked woman who was lying on a red bedspread, she generated carnal desires, her nakedness drove me crazy and at the same time caused shame.
It was a warm summer day, and suddenly the phone rang.
My sunshine, hello, Peters voice was very happy.
Hi, Peter, I was glad to hear him.
Ive missed you and Im looking forward to meeting you, he replied.
When are you coming to Moscow?
I will come next week, one businessman promised to help me with money for medicine to his wife, he is from Moscow. And I will definitely stop by your place.
I will look forward to this day.
You know he said thoughtfully.
What do you want to tell me?
If at the meeting we do not feel any feelings for each other, despite this, always count on my support as an older friend and priest.
Okay, I agreed.
We talked for a long time that day until very late in the evening, and then I just fell down from fatigue and fell asleep without letting the phone out of my hands.
The man kissed my swollen nipples without interruption, his hands stroked and caressed, then suddenly grasping my buttocks, he pressed against me with all his might. I opened my eyes in great excitement and could not remember his face. Whats wrong with me? Maybe the painting on the wall is to blame? Or maybe that man was Peter?
The taste of the first meeting
The long-awaited day of our meeting has come. It was raining heavily outside the window. My morning started very early, I was spinning in front of the mirror, picking up my clothes. About nine oclock the doorbell rang. The silhouette of an interesting and very unusual man peeked through the dusty glass of the peephole. The whole strangeness was in his clothes. He was wearing a long raincoat and a black gaucho hat. His beard and long hair emphasized his personality. I moved the lock lever, opened the door, and he came in. Peters hair was thick, black, combed back and gathered into a long ponytail. He was tall, about one meter ninety, and had a solid build.
The smell of his perfume filled my apartment. My head was dizzy from the fragrance and the feelings that surged over me, in my thoughts I began to climb high up and swirled in the air with happiness.
And he looked at me tenderly and smiled.
Hello, here I am, he said softly.
Hello, Peter, I replied, smiling.
I invited him to come into the apartment and offered to take a shower. After a while, the noise of the water subsided. Peter came out steamed, he smelled of the fragrant aroma of gel and shampoo. He changed into a housecoat that he had brought with him.
Vladochka, I want to hug you, he whispered.
His warm arms wrapped around my waist and dropped a little lower. I felt the warmth of his body on me. Barely touching my neck with his lips, he said softly:
Trust me
Yes yes I whispered, looking tenderly into his eyes.
So, in an embrace, we spun around, as if in a dance, and sank down on the bed. He hugged me, and his hands greedily touched my body, studying every millimeter. When we reached the highest point of pleasure, my womb was filled with insane desire. Our lips merged in a long kiss, and it seemed to me that we were caught in a whirlpool of endless voluptuousness. Only I didnt want to rush.
Peter, wait I whispered.
Then I got out of bed and started making tea with bergamot and black currant for us.
I wont do anything now, he said softly and began to dress.
Is something wrong?
Im sorry, but I have to leave right away.
When the door closed behind him, I sat down at the table in confusion.
Is it really over between us, I thought, and my tears dripped right into the cup.
But he rang my doorbell again when evening came. Peter stood on the threshold and held in his hands a huge bouquet of red roses.
My girl, Ive been dreaming of hugging you again, he handed me flowers and put his hands on my waist.
Why did you leave so suddenly? And I looked into his eyes with a little reproach.
I will always be there for you, even if I leave, Peter whispered and gently touched my cheek with his lips.
Night came, and we were all talking and could not tear ourselves away from each other, at that moment it seemed to us that it would always be like this. When it was getting light, I made a bed for him in a separate room. And she poured a bath with air foam and decided to lie down in it for a while. The foam pleasantly stroked my skin, gathering into a plentiful air mass, and I was even afraid to move from pleasure. Suddenly the door opened, and Peter appeared on the threshold.
Let me look at you, how you bathe, his beard began to move on his cheekbones when he attached great importance to the conversation.
I thought you were already asleep, I said in confusion, covering my bare chest with my hand.
He came closer to me and gently ran his hand over my bare stomach, rose higher and stopped at my nipples. He began to massage them with his hands, and then he pressed his lips and began to kiss them continuously. I moaned with pleasure and went limp. The water from the bath began to slowly leave, pleasantly stroking my back, and his lips covered every cell of my body. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. That night we gave each other pleasure, discovering the land of great passion and love.
Love is carrots and all that
The next day the weather was fine, the puddles from yesterdays rain had almost dried up. Peters car was waiting for us in the parking lot, it was a blue Chevrolet Aveo. She dazzlingly shone with purity so that, coming closer to her, you could see yourself as if in a mirror. The cabin was still neat and smelled fresh citrus.
What kind of owner is such a car, and your car is just fabulously clean, I said enthusiastically.
Peter smiled, it was obvious that he was pleased with my compliment. The priest crossed the car and himself, turned on the songs of Father Alexander Starostenko, and we drove off. The navigator took us around the capital, narrow streets were replaced by large wide streets, and so we drove for an hour. We parked near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and got out of the car, where a man was waiting for us.
Hello. My name is Sergey Valeryevich, he introduced himself.
The man was dressed in a strict suit that emphasized his business style.
Lets go to my office, and after our conversation I will treat you to a delicious lunch, he smiled and hurriedly walked forward.