Spring has begun. Although somehow she still did not feel. It was snowing, even though the temperature rose during the day, but by nightfall it fell into minus. I just enrolled in a driving school with Svetka. Already even went to our first lesson. We kept our promise and tried to listen to what we were told.
At the beginning of spring another festival was approaching. That year, he ended up on Friday, so that in the dorm, most of the students received an extra day off and just thought about how to get home early. I was including. She did not make any special plans, but wanted to go home on Thursday. Sleep off, take a break from this noise and study. Parents were going to go to the village to the grandmother. I was already thinking how to persuade my father to give me a steer and learn from our car. Just for such a holiday, he will not be able to refuse me and teach his only daughter driving.
The day came in the atmosphere before the holiday. The guys in the hostel briefly congratulated on the upcoming, in the university the boys bought various sweets and treated us. It’s good that they don’t give them flowers, otherwise they would have to go around the whole uni with them. The teachers didn’t bother us much, understanding the situation. The men congratulated us, and at the economics department the majority were girls. We already laughed that we were lucky for girls, that we studied in technical specialties there, one, two per group and 25 guys. Not like we have 20 girls and a few guys.
It was the last pair of computer science. Well, it was not called that, but still, in general, computer science. Somehow it was impossible to collect my thoughts. I already thought about how I would go home. The main thing is that there were places. I didn't want to go, standing for more than an hour, especially with things. I have already prepared everything. I looked at the list with my task, then at the monitor screen. I pulled a little blue jeans up, so my knees wouldn't stretch. I was still wearing a green blouse, quite a normal set of gray linen.
- Handled it already? - Andrey's voice caught my attention. - I have almost everything. Let me help.
- Yes, I myself have already figured out. - I answered him and turned in his direction, even my neighbor on the other side, Ira, looked at us. - The usual inattention.
- I wanted to help you. - with some disappointment said Andrew sighed, but continued to look at me. - Do you have plans for tonight?
I looked up from the monitor and looked at him. Andrei of medium height, slim, short dark hair is almost like mine. Nice guy with a round face. He looked at me with such hope. I even began to hesitate a little, but I was already determined to go home. She collected all the things and did not want to change plans.
- Do you have a suggestion? - I asked playfully, looked at him and smiled.
- Of course have! - Andryusha perked up and examined the audience that they did not hear us, the conversation moved closer to me, I turned my eyes to the monitor again. - Let's spend the evening together again. Walk together, you want to watch again. I will send the small to my aunt, and again everything will only spoil.
I already thought, looked at him. There was so much hope in his eyes. I did not plan to walk with him and told my parents that I would come home for the holiday. I looked away at the monitor again. The result was not correct. I just grimaced and shook my head. I can not do it now in the allotted time.
- Andrew, I would love to walk with you. But I'm home today. - again looked at him a little guilty look for what gave him hope, sighed. - We still walk.
- And you do not change your mind? You will go tomorrow. I have prepared a gift for you. - Andrew tried to interest me, and I tried not to look him in the eyes, it was easier to stand my ground.
- I already told my parents that I would come today. They will wait for me. And tomorrow we planned to go to the village to the grandmother. - I, looking at the monitor, shook my head negatively. - If you had said before, at least two days.
Here came the teacher. Andrei moved away from me with a sad face and pretended that he was clicking something with his mouse. She looked, then to me, then to him.
- You have already coped with the task, and then something got to talking? She asked us, standing almost behind my back.
- Yes, I have almost completed it. It remains only to build a schedule. For two minutes I can handle it. - I was making excuses I tried to quickly make a schedule.
- Yes Yes. I see. Good. You can not build it. I know that you know how. Today you can be free. I'll put you all done. - now she came to Andrew and looked at his work. - Here you have a mistake. This value cannot be negative. Somewhere in the formula error. Careful need, not girls entertain.
- Pancake! Missed - Andrey was indignantly indignant, and was already scratching his head. - As I have not watched it.
I just smiled. Closed files. I collected my things. She waved to Andrew and Irka. He looked at me a little disgustedly, sighed, waved back, and I moved to the exit. I said goodbye to the teacher and went out into the corridor. A little more than fifteen minutes remained until the end of the pair. I was even glad that they let me go earlier and I would not be crowded around my wardrobe for a jacket. I walked along the empty corridor. The sound of heels echoed. I tried to walk more on the socks. Now run into a hostel for things and go home.
Wardrobe people had more. Some girls stood with beautiful bouquets. We went somewhere accompanied by guys. I took and put on my brown jacket and quickly went out into the street. The air was already approaching spring, although the weather was still winter. Cloudy gray sky and temperature with a little minus. I walked along the icy path and watched the large gray clouds somewhere carrying the west wind. A merry company of students was about to go celebrate. High-heeled boots, legs in pantyhose and attracted the eye.
It looked very beautiful and sexy, slight excitement passed through the body, but it’s easy to fall on such people. I slipped on my small heels several times already. Not that I think I tried to drive off bad thoughts from myself. I began to climb the stairs to the hostel.
- Ilona! Ilona! - I heard Snezhana's cry and tried now to look more closely at the standing company. - Go with us!
- Not. I'm home today. - I shouted in response, and waved to them.
- Or maybe you change your mind! Let's go be cool! - Snezhana tried to persuade me. “Nazar just doesn't have a pair.” There is a funny list scheduled.
- Not today. I have already gathered home. Good luck to you have fun! - I tried to quickly enter the room, but I did not want to get into the conversation.
I quickly went up to my room. Changed handbags. She took the bag and her backpack. Slightly straightened makeup in front of the mirror. She smiled to herself. Behind the wall it was heard that someone came to visit Marinka and invited her somewhere. I was just wary. Not enough, even here someone will come. I decided not to pull any more and run quickly to the bus. I put the backpack on my shoulders. I looked out into the corridor. There was no one. Just like a spy I get out of the hostel, so as not to catch the eye, and in my backpack I carry out secret developments. She smiled to herself over such an association. Now we need to quickly run away from here, and then a lot of hunters here have divorced, wanting to intercept me.
I closed the door. And trying to make small and quiet steps went to the stairs. Here I was carried by. I looked down and up. There was no one. Then I quickly ran to the bottom. At turnstiles missed with one couple from the first course. Sweet girl with a large bouquet of tulips and her classmate. Got me a look. I just smiled at them, it didn’t work out without witnesses, but ...
mission almost succeeded. A few more steps and I'm already on the street. I sighed with relief. There is still a little more and we can say that the escape from the hostel was a success. There was no company on the porch. Well, that left, and then again bored me.
I walked along the path to the street. I tried to look more at his feet. Mostly there was ice and did not want to fall. The bell rang, it was noticeable, as students began to go out with the uni and disperse who where. I tried to add speed. I didn’t want anyone to catch my eye, but they would come up with their invitations. I'm going home today. The mission has not yet been completed. I just turned my eyes over the road, when I saw the familiar features of Cyril with large bouquets of flowers. A little bit twisted. Meeting with him was not part of my plans. He had already seen me and it would have been somehow stupid to run away. Or maybe he doesn’t meet me here with this bouquet, but his sister. I saw him smile. Itself on the machine smiled. We kept getting closer.
- Hello angel! Happy holiday to you! - he almost immediately congratulated me and handed me a bouquet. - This is for you. It will be always so beautiful, cheerful, cheerful!
- Hello! Oh thank you! Very nice! - I thanked him and smiled broadly.
Kirill is a rather large, tall guy, of dense build, with light short hair, I cannot say that he is handsome, but quite handsome. He was already 25-26 years old. He was wearing a black jacket and hat, blue jeans. In his big hands he held this huge bouquet. I was just admiring them, I was glad, but now I didn’t know what to do with it. Carry him back to the hostel, go home with him. I stood a little confused and looked at the colorful chrysanthemums.
- Take it to you. - even more handed me a bouquet. - I wanted to congratulate you at the entrance to the university. Where are you going?
- Yes, I was going home. - I shifted the package in my left hand and took a large bouquet.
The students passed by and looked at us. The mission seems to have failed. Run not noticed failed. Now what to do with this bouquet. It was very nice that he congratulated me, but I will go with him. And in a hostel for three days will wilt, it is necessary to change the water. I just stood in my stupor for a while in my thoughts.
- Do not you like it? - Cyril was alarmed by my silence.
- All good! Super easy. - I tried to calm him down almost immediately and looked into his eyes. - I just think, take him to a hostel or go home with him.
“I already thought you didn't like it.” I did not know that you love. I was advised to have this beech in the store.
- Thank. Very beautiful. - I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Cyril was even embarrassed. Students passing by looked at us. He took my bag with banks and other things. I now took the bouquet in two hands. She smelled his scent and looked at him sweetly. It was noticeable that he calmed down.
- Let's go to the car. - He pointed to the road. - I parked there.
- Good. - I agreed and we moved along the path.
We were overtaken by other students. We walked slowly. I admired my bouquet. Such a variety of colors. I didn’t even know how to name these colors exactly. I will not leave such beauty. I'll take you home. Let them look, although what to say to their parents. Okay, I'll get there, think about it on the spot. We approached his Peugeot. Cyril snapped the alarm, and the car opened. He moved the back door. Put my bag on the seat.
- Give your backpack here too. - Cyril offered and extended his big hand.
- And yes hold. - I, shifting from hand to hand, took it off and handed it to him.
- Will you hold the bouquet in your hands or will we put it here?
- I'll hold. Such a beauty. - looked into his eyes and smiled broadly.
- Good. As you want. Sit down then angel. - he closed the sliding door and went to the driver's seat.
I opened the front door and sat on the seat. Quickly threw a seat belt. I looked at the runaway students. Now we are no longer so conspicuous, and they did not look at us. Noticed Andrew and Dima. They walked to the bus stop. I tried to cover myself with a bouquet. I didn’t want them to see me. The motor rumbled, and the car moved off smoothly. It’s good that Kirill will give me a lift, I don’t have to walk along slippery sidewalk The cars rolled the black ribbon of the road, and it seemed framed by two white stripes of the pavement like chocolate ice cream. We drove off, I lowered the bouquet.
I looked at passers-by and cars. A bunch of schoolchildren right on the street considering the money was buying wrapped small tulips. I already smiled. Yes, the guys gave me the same in school. I could not even think about such a bouquet. I laid him on my knees and held it with my hand. The car was swaying on uneven roads. Inside, they smelled even stronger.
- And where are you taking me? - I asked Cyril in surprise and I glanced over the missed turn, showed a hand to him. - We are here on the left. Where are you going?
“I want to kidnap you for a couple of hours.” And then I'll take you wherever you say. - he calmly answered me and with his big hands twisted the steering wheel of the car. - Do not worry. I'm kidnapping you for a bit.
- Where are you kidnapping? I have to go home. - I began to panic somehow and turned my head in different directions, not knowing how to react to his words.
- Angel. Take it easy. - He looked at me, but quickly switched to the road. - Everything will be fine. I have prepared a surprise for you.
- What a surprise? - I stopped to panic a bit and already just looked at the cars in the stream.
- We'll see everything. This is not far away. 10 minutes to go. Well, if so we can drag a little longer.
I just sighed. A hand straightened the bouquet. My mission seems to have failed. And the escape from the uni and dormitory for the weekend home seemed to endure no luck. I glanced at Cyril. He calmly taxied. I even watched his movements a little. As he shifts the gearbox, glances into the mirrors. Brakes and picks up speed again. I even did not have time to tell him that I enrolled in a driving school. He threw a contented look at me and smiled, and again looked at the busy road.
- Do not worry. I won't hurt your little angel. - he soothed me and stroked my hand slightly on my leg. - It's a surprise. Now you will see everything. Do not look at me so.
“I just watched you drive the car.” I signed up for a driving school with Sveta. And I don't have a lot of driving skills. - The hand slipped a little higher, pleasant warmth spread throughout the body.
- Very well! If you want, I will train you. - He offered to me and removed his hand, we rebuilt in another lane. - Let a little warmer go wherever you go, where there are few cars.
- Thank you in advance. And then my father does not really trust me in the car. Now there is an opportunity I want to learn how to steer itself.
Then we started talking about driving. Cyril cheerfully told how his father taught him. As he was immediately afraid to ride around the city, he was afraid to stop or go back. I just smiled and nodded to him. So we quietly left the city. There is already a narrow road in some places was covered with snow porridge. Smoke dragged from a large chimney under gusts of wind, and clouds were sweeping in the same direction. I even tried to estimate what was moving faster.
The car turned into a small snowy path. You could hear the frozen snow crunching under the wheels. Outside, there was not a big wood. The tops of the pine crowns swayed in the gusts of wind.
- Where are you taking me? Is there a forest around? - I asked Cyril and looked around.
- Almost arrived. One more turn and we will be there. It is very beautiful here in summer. And the river close to fishing, you can walk or swim.
- My father also loves fishing very much. Would not climb out of it. But from just how warm it goes. In the winter sits at home. - The car turned, and I saw the dacha array. - Are we going here?
- Yes. My friend has a cottage here. She today in our .
disposal - Cyril looked at me and put his hand on my leg again and stroked it more actively.
We drove through the skewed gate and moved along some street. It was so quiet. it seemed that everything was abandoned and no one there. Although the tracks were on the road. Some houses were cars. I looked in different directions. There were also beautiful new brick houses and generally old wooden peeling and generally booths from trucks. On one was written bread. I remembered that in the village to my grandmother came the same as I was little. And everyone wanted to buy fresh hot bread. And my grandmother bought me a bun, and I carried her home to eat goat milk or I could not bear it and ate on the go. It seemed to me that the car was filled with the aroma of fresh bread. Already the mouth was filled with saliva. I swallowed. I didn’t even think that I was so hungry. I imagined how I walked with my grandmother by the handle and carried this bun. My eyes focused on the glass, and I saw my reflection reflected in the moments and no longer followed the houses and the road. The car drove slowly, turned, and stopped under a canopy of grapevine.
- All arrived. - I heard the voice of Cyril, he lightly patted my leg, I already started, distracted from his thoughts and looked at him.
- Yes. Good. - I replied and sighed, looking through the windshield at a small beautiful house from a wooden bar.
- Something is wrong angel. Are you some kind of sad? - Cyril looked at me so carefully and continued to stroke his leg and knee.
- Just thought. All is well. - I answered and smiled at him.
- Then send the bouquet and take it with you, or else they will freeze in the car. Sorry for the beauty. - Cyril removed his hand and opened the door.
I smiled at him again. She unfastened the belt, opened the door and got out of the car. Here the wind seemed more than in the city. He did not pleasantly blew the body. I turned a little sideways, which was more convenient to carry a bouquet. I walked along a bit of loose snow. Began to inspect the house. From the outside, he looked very nice. Brown plastic windows with partitions, dark brown metal tile. The wind curled and tried to blow me under my jacket. We walked to the brown metal door. Cyril pulled out big keys and started fiddling with locks. It was heard as they click.
- It seems so. Everything. Now close your eyes. - He looked at me and squinted. - Go here.
- As I will go with my eyes closed, I will still fall. - I answered him and giggled.
Cyril put the keys in his jacket pocket. He closed my eyes with his big hand. I already started slightly. His thumbs were so cold. We took a few steps so slowly. He opened the door. We went inside. Clearly smelled of food. Played calm music. I heard the heavy door close. The wind seemed to be turned off. I opened my eyes, but saw nothing. Light lightly made its way along the edges. We went a little further into the room.
- Surprise! - He cried softly and removed his hand.
On the first floor there was one big room. There was a laid table with two candles. A large pizza box lay on it, there were some salads, cold cuts. A bottle of red wine. Two plates, glasses and appliances. I already smiled. I did not expect this from Cyril. I began to look at the house. In the corner there was a beautiful fireplace of red and black bricks, in some opening lay logs of wood, a sofa, two armchairs, a TV on the wall. A small kitchen area - electric stove, brown fridge, microwave near the wall, sink, small door. Part of the room was with tiles, part with laminate. It looked nice and cozy. My mouth again filled with saliva. I haven't eaten anything since morning. Cyril let me go and began to undress.
- What do you think? - He asked me and pointed to the room. “No one will bother us here.” We can walk through the forest, go to the river. Now we will melt the fireplace and make shashliks. Meat in the fridge. I wanted to melt even as I was driving you, but I was afraid that I would burn the house. He is wooden.
- I am very pleased thank you. I did not expect this from you. - I was somehow embarrassed even looked at the satisfied Cyril. - Let's eat a little immediately. I haven't eaten anything since morning. And pizza smells so much that I will only think about it.
- Good. Today everything is for you angel. You take off your clothes. I'm in the bathroom now take a bucket on the bouquet. I do not know if there is a vase or not. - He offered me and went to the bathroom.
- Come and bucket. Thank you for everything. - I thanked Cyril, kissed him on the cheek and unbuttoned his jacket.
She put the bouquet in a bucket with water, once again admired a beautiful bouquet. I hung my clothes in a small closet at the entrance. She took off her boots and walked in socks on the tile. She seemed to me cool until she moved to another part of the room. I sat down at a table, maybe something needs help. Although everything was already on the table. Cyril opened the box. It smelled even more. I could not wait to eat. I swallowed saliva again. I started trying to pull out one piece and put it on my plate.
- Wait. Let me open the wine now - Cyril stopped me, took the bottle and went somewhere to the lockers. - Let's drink for the holiday and that you have one.
- Good. - I agreed and frowned a little, looked at how Cyril rummaged in search of a corkscrew.
- Minute I quickly. There was somewhere here. He muttered to himself and turned the cabinets over.
I put a little salad with beans and onions in my plate. Threw a look at the guy. He did not look at me. I quickly pulled a piece of sausage off the plate, put it in my mouth and began to chew. I remembered how guests came to us in childhood, and my parents laid the table, I always wanted to steal something delicious. I quickly chewed a piece of smoked sausage. It helped a little, I still wanted to eat, maybe a little saliva became less. I already began to look at an appetizing piece of meat.
- Hooray! Found. - I heard Cyril cry. - Now open. And then you waited for me.
- Yes, do not rush. I'll wait. - I answered him, although I thought that tormenting a hungry girl was not very good, everything smells the same.
“You are my best angel.” - there was a characteristic cotton opening bottle. - Come on. Little by little for you and a holiday.
The guy poured half a cup of wine. It shimmered beautifully with shades of red. I sat with my back to the window and saw in the wine the reflection of light shimmering in the drink. Cyril said a couple of warm words, we raised our glasses, clinked glasses. I thanked him and took a few sips. The pleasant taste of red wine was felt in the mouth. Finally, she slid a piece of baked meat in her mouth, which was looked at a couple of minutes ago. Cyril threw himself a plate so decently salad. He took a slice of pizza in his hand and began to eat. I already smiled watching him absorb food. I thought it was I who got hungry, but here he was eating so fast, he was already cracking behind his ears. I just smiled and began to eat myself.
Salad refused a little spicy, but I love it. She took a bite of everything pizza. We exchanged rare phrases. We tried to just eat and look at each other.
- from i'm an idiot. - Kirill came to his senses and jumped up as if they had put a button on a chair. - A candle.
- Yes, everything is fine. Eat and so beautiful. - Trying to chew pizza I calmed him.
- Yah. Everything must be beautiful. I will fix it now.
Cyril, stinging everything on the run ran to look for matches. I already smiled as he searched for them on the tables and even tapped his forehead with his hand and mumbled something under his breath. I took another slice of pizza. He began to light a match, but it almost went out immediately. He lit the second one, began to try to light a candle. A small light flickered on a silver candle. The match burned his fingers, and he quickly shook it in the air. Started trying to light another match, but it broke. I just smiled. He was a little nervous and the movements were not sure.
- Yes, you set it on fire. It has already broken out. - proposed ..
I pointed to a burning candle.
- I didn't think about it. Good.
He brought it up and two candles lit up the room with their warm flames. The lights beautifully hesitated and spun in different directions. They were reflected by some orange-red dots in the dark TV screen. It seemed to be turned on, but the picture could not be focused and spread on a dark screen with bright colors of fire. We ate and chatted on. Just laughed. He recalled his student years. I joked that I had a mission today to quickly run away and go home, and if he arrived a couple of minutes later, we would miss each other and I would have been at home a long time ago. Drank some more wine. I already ate, and Cyril continued to actively eat. And where he had so much fit. I barely ate the third slice of pizza, and all the rest fit into it. So I figured the volume and looked at my tummy. I shook my head, I would have eaten so much. Candlelight lights swayed and twitched. Something reassured.
- And why don't you eat? - Cyril asked me, eating the last piece of pizza.
- I already ate. In me no longer fit. And then I'll burst. - I giggled to him and comfortably lay back in her chair, crossed her legs.
- Then let's do the fireplace. - The guy suggested and tried to wipe his beard and hands with a napkin.
- Maybe let's take me back already, and I'll go home. And then my parents will wait for me. - somehow uncertainly tried to hint him to me.
- Yes, it's too early. We will quickly deal in an hour. I'll take you to the bus right away. - he reassured me and poured more wine into our glasses. “And you call them so they don’t worry.”
I just smiled at him. Cyril went fiddling with the fireplace. I took a phone from my purse and tried to call my mom, but she did not answer. Scored father. He answered, but there the music thundered so much that I heard nothing. My walk, and I can not relax a bit with a guy. He tried so hard for me. Once again looked at the large figure of Cyril and how he spreads the wood. And I put the newspaper on my side, I wonder how he thinks it will catch fire. I just shook my head. I wrote my SMS that I would come later. She went to the fireplace and sat her ass on the floor.
- Well, how are you doing? - I asked, hands propped up and looked at the folded logs.
- Yes, now set fire. - he turned his head at me. - And you do not sit on the floor, it is not so warm. Get up
- Yes, everything is fine. Now it will flare up and be warm. - calmly answered and tried to sit down even more conveniently.
Kirill got up and went to the sofa, took a rug and two pillows from him. Returned to me. I already understood his intentions, and I myself rose from the floor. He spread the blanket on the floor and threw two pillows at him.
- Sit down angel. So I will be sure that you will not freeze. But it was still not enough for you to catch a cold. - He again became by the fireplace and began to fiddle with wood.
- Oh, thanks. - I thanked him and sat on the pillow. - And you would put more newspapers for firewood, it would have flared up faster. How will you put them in there.
- sure? - he looked at me so disgustedly, as if I was forcing him to roll big decks.
- Yeah. You put them in such a way that you could throw a newspaper on your side, it would have flared up.
Cyril just shook his head and began to move the logs slightly to the side. sexytal.com I just watched his actions. Candles and burned at the table. I even thought that it was possible to take one candle and try to set everything on fire. The match caught fire, illuminating the dark inside of the fireplace with its soot-colored fire. The burning newspaper touched firewood, the flames of fire covered variously shaped firewood. The newspaper burned and went out. Only red stripes framed its edges.
- So you would immediately put a second newspaper, and there still until the fire comes on. - I suggested and sat slightly on its side.
Cyril looked at me, smiled and nodded in agreement. So for some time he was carried with the fireplace. Reluctantly, the firewood began to burn. A small light began to creep slowly upward as if the climber was trying to conquer his peak. Then a small flame leaped between the logs, and hid back, now again. It was as if she wanted to break free and roam, but an invisible force kept him in her captivity. The yellow-red tongues of fire received more and more freedom and conquered living space for themselves. Firewood began to crackle quietly.
Cyril rose. Poured glasses of wine. He slipped a free pillow in tight to me. I sat down on her comfortably handed me a filled glass. I took it in my hand and then calmly admired the flaming flame. The languages of which beautifully broke away from the wood and rushed somewhere up. Cyril hugged me. I leaned against him, took a sip of wine and laid my head on his shoulder. He seemed even more pulled me to him. The fire beautifully illuminated us, was reflected in our eyes, relaxed and fascinated.
- Are you so comfortable? - He asked quietly, drank some wine and put the glass on the floor a little further.
- Yes. It burns beautifully. Even a little bit already become hot. - I replied to the crackle of burning wood, which seemed to themselves like to insert their words into our conversation.
- If you want, you can then take a walk on the street. Go to the river converge. There is beautiful nature. - the guy hinted to me and stroked me, trying to get under the blouse.
- Let's not go anywhere. It's so cozy and warm. And in the courtyard, he wind and snow began to fall. - I showed a hand with a glass on the window where the snowflakes were already spinning.
“As my beautiful angel wishes.” Today everything is for you. - he pulled me even more to himself.
I drank some wine and put it a little from the side of the fireplace. The fire broke out even more. Now almost all the wood was covered with a red carpet. It was getting hotter. The heat was warming me up. It seemed to me that my face was warming up more and more. I even tried to turn my head a little and expose the fire at different angles. Cyril's hand reached my chest. He squeezed her gently. I flinched a little. Excitement passed through the body. I did not resist his caresses. I watched the blazing fire a meter away from me. From those who found the clouds in the room a little dark. Sleet pounded on the glass windows, as if he wanted to break in and cool our ardor.
Candles lit the room with a reddish glow. They have already burned down almost half. Flowing paraffin forming on their various shapes, which and wanted to remove, like a tumor. From Cyril's caresses, my nipples began to swell little by little and rested against the calyx of the bodice, he stroked my tummy, moved it to my hip and butt. I breathed even deeper. Now my body was beginning to glow, as if warming a flame of fire. The guy turned his head a little and admired my face.
“You're so flushed.” You seem so sweet and relaxed. So I want to kiss you. - our eyes met and looked into his lovely eyes.
- So good to sit. What you do not want anywhere. That weather just turned bad. - I looked away and looked like droplets of water flowed on the glass, as snowflakes hit the window and wanted to freeze the flame between us.
Cyril leaned over and began to gently touch my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips with his lips. I already started. A wave of excitement swept through the body and concentrated in the area of my pussy, which responded to his caress with a portion of its juices. Our lips touched. I responded to his kiss. Hand held to his neck. Bright flames reflected on our faces, casting shadows on the floor and wall. He lifted my blouse more and more. Now two of his big hot hands were on my back. Smoothly slid on it. We gently rubbed our lips, the light sounds of kisses mixed with the crackle of wood. I breathed even deeper. I really felt hot. It seemed that in some places droplets of sweat appeared.
He began to pull my jacket up. I leaned back a little. We broke the kiss. He pulled the jacket ...
I just silently raised my hands. He pulled it off in one motion. I just straightened my hair. The fire pleasantly warmed my body, casting different shades of light on the white skin. Cyril leaned toward me again. Began to kiss the neck. Hand caressed my chest. I already started. Nipples and rubbed on the bodice. I just swallowed. Lightly stroked his head and back. He tried so hard to kiss me.
- Careful. And then there will be hickey. - I tried to cool him down. I even tried to tear his head off my body a little.
- Oh sorry. I will be more careful. - began to tinker with my bra and raised his head guiltily looking into my eyes.
He quickly unzipped my bodice. It became somehow freer. Cyril pulled him over and threw to my sweater. Nipples are beautifully swollen, and chained to his eyes. His big hand began to massage my chest, to the other he was already more gently touching his lips. I tried to suck the nipple. Light moans of pleasure broke from my lustful mouth. I already somehow curved with pleasure. Switched to the other chest. Shivering passed through the body. I flowed even more. My quiet moans mingled with the crackle of burning wood and the noise of fire. My excitement flared up like a fire in a fireplace.
I kept my hands on Kirill's massive shoulders, he nibbled my nipples in turn. I already started to move him to the meeting. Passion increasingly overwhelmed me. His hand stroked my ass, more than my thigh. I already thought that the panties were soaked on through. I breathed quickly and deeply, I could not understand me anymore because of the passion or the flame burning in the fireplace.
- My little angel. You are my best. I want you. - continuing to kiss my chest did me compliments Cyril.
- Yes I'm yours. I also want to. - I moaned and lay back, leaned on his hands and looked at him.
Cyril quickly pulled off his gray sweater and threw it to the side. So it seemed to me even larger, and the sitting tummy was so round that I already smiled. Something reminded me of a toy bear with such a round tummy that I wanted to stroke. There was already a noticeable bump on the jeans. I could not resist stretching out my hands and stroking his belly, as if playing with a toy. He somehow twitched.
- Ilon. Tickle me. - Cyril laughed and began to move away from me.
- Are you afraid of tickling? - I asked and giggled.
- Maybe you? - he leaned towards me and also began to stroke my body with his big fingers.
- Well, stop it ... - I began to fidget giggling.
He hugged me again and hugged me. His hands caressed my back. I calmed down and only smiled at him. We started kissing again. They touched with hot and moist lips, his breath pleasantly blew on the skin. The fire inflamed more and more. I wanted to move away from the fireplace. I stroked his big back, ran his hand through his hair. We stopped. Looked into each other's eyes. They had so much desire and lust. I reached out with his hand to his jeans and started trying to fiddle with the belt. His big hand began to help me. Together we coped with it. I felt the button and unzipped it. Then she slid her fingers and touched through the fabric of the briefs to his already standing and ready for action member.
Cyril let me go with his hot hugs. He rose on one hand and began to pull off his jeans. I lay back, he stretched his legs, I took hold of jeans and quickly pulled them off him. A small head was already visible under the gum of underpants; there was a spot on the underpants from grease. I leaned over to him and started pulling off my underwear. He did not resist, only got up. I took them off and threw them aside. His member was already fully prepared for action. By the light of the fireplace, it seemed to me to be somehow large, although it is hardly more than 16 centimeters. I leaned toward him again. She ran her hand over the penis, he immediately responded to my caresses. Became more solid, head and manila. I shuddered again. Cyril pulled a pillow, lay down and put it under his head.
- Come to me. I so want you my little angel. - he quietly motioned me that, to the noise of the fire in the fireplace, I barely heard him.
- I'm going. - I replied and leaned toward him.
He slightly spread his legs, and I became knees on the pillow leaned toward him. Hand raised standing member with a stake and plunged it into her mouth. Immediately felt the taste of grease. Gently sponge along the entire length of the trunk. Massage the head. From so nice pulsed and slid in my mouth. I straightened my hair on one side and began to move my lips faster. Pull it into your mouth. Characteristic dimples appeared on the cheeks. He put his hand on my head, moaned and stroked my hair. It seemed that he moved his bowl a little to meet me. At such moments, the member slightly rested in the throat.
I stretched my hand to the crotch, but stumbled upon a rough jeans fabric. And so wanted to massage your clitoris, rub your lips. It seemed to me that even the jeans fabric was already quite wet. I smoothly moved, tried to play with the head. I spent tongue around her in different directions. My mouth filled with saliva, and she ran down the penis, even though I tried to swallow it. Then I rested a nose in his groin, a member slightly penetrated the throat, it was almost pleasant, and I immediately rose, trying to inhale more air with my nose.
- Oh my God. How good to me. - Cyril groaned and, as if with his hands, even held my head, I released my penis and swallowed saliva in a few sips.
- I'm trying. - I said and wiped my hand with saliva from a beard.
- I want to enter your other holes and make you happy. Today is your holiday. Take off your clothes and jump on me. - Cyril offered me and stroked my head.
- I am for it. - I agreed cheerfully and got up.
He smiled at me sweetly. I smiled back. Rose to his feet. She unbuttoned her jeans, lowered them to her knees. Then, one by one, she pulled out her slender legs. Panties really soaked on through. I shuddered all over and pulled them down, and they fell to the floor. I did not know to take off socks or not. I saw him watching my movements. Lightly strokes his eregian member. A new wave of excitement swept through the body. I even thought that my legs trembled a little. A drop of grease flowed down. The fire beautifully illuminated his body. Resembled something a picture. As flames hesitated and changed lighting creating different shades.
I was already moved to it. I remembered the protection. I went to the entrance where I put my handbag. He watched me go. The tile was definitely cold. I just smiled and did not regret that I stayed in my socks. She took her purse, but her fingers from excitement did not really obey me, and the clasp did not want to open.
- Go here! - Cyril addressed to me and already raised his head. - What are you looking for?
- I'm going now. Only take a condom. - I answered him and tried to find the object I needed in my purse.
- Lets go faster. I want you so much.
I just smiled at him. I got the right item. I pulled him out of the bag and trying, as gracefully as possible, wagging my hips and booty to go back. I shuddered again. My secretions rolled down the legs. I was getting closer. The light from the fire began to fall on my body. I saw my shadow on the floor. I seemed so huge. I began to tear the packaging of the condom, but she did not give in. I frowned, trying to pull her in different directions. I got on my knees. Cyril himself raised his penis in anticipation, when I put on his fighter. I flipped the packaging and pulled on the other side. She immediately gave way. We both breathed a sigh of relief. I already giggled over such synchronicity. I threw empty packaging into the fire. She immediately lit up with some kind of blue-pink flame, but after a couple of seconds she was gone.
I bent down to lick the head several times with the tongue. Began to slowly spin the condom on the standing member. I shuddered again. On the feet of Cyril were traces of my juices. I ...
moved slowly. Already she was holding his standing member. I sent it and slowly began to descend. I was already flowing and not a thick member slid gently in my pussy. I sank down and sat on Cyril. I leaned toward him. Oh pulled me to him, and we started kissing. He gently brushed his pelvis, throwing me on him. Silent moans broke from my lips. Hard nipples rubbed on his body. I felt his cock rubs against the walls of my vagina.
- I want to jump on you today as a horsewoman. - I suggested playfully and rose.
- Today, everything you want. My little angel. - Cyril agreed and kissed me on both cheeks.
I just smiled. I got up and started jumping on his cock myself. It was so funny to push off and drop sharply. Our bodies spanked, and my little hole made some smacking sounds. I kept my hands on my chest, then leaned on Cyril. I moaned loudly. I forgot about everything and did not restrain myself, and who could hear us here? My chest swayed in different directions. Sometimes Cyril reached out to her and tried to stroke, touch the nipples standing. With each jump I was nearing the climax. Impulses of pleasure in a continuous stream rushed to the brain. It seemed to me that I was trembling. I felt hot. I looked at the waving flame of fire. I grabbed for Cyril. With such force she fell on him, that the sounds of blows even muffled my moans.
I moved the basin to meet him. He also moved me to a meeting. His cock is so tense. I was already all shook. Squeezed his hands even more, screamed loudly and fell on him. I was all shaking. Breathed deeply. It became a moment so hot. Holes pulsed. I did not move, only he podmival, trying to finish. It was so good. I swam on the waves of an orgasm in a dark room. Burning candles seemed to be lighthouses, and a fireplace burning nearby was some danger from which a small boat needed to be saved. Cyril made a push, he somehow groaned and calmed down. I felt his dick pulsate, spewing his hot seed. I lay on his broad chest, breathing deeply and gazing at the fire. He stroked my head.
- You feel good? - he asked quietly and tried to look into my eyes. - You were so hot. And so squeezed me with my hands that I will have bruises. Where did you get so much power? It looks so fragile.
I did not answer, I just smiled. And he rubbed his left hand, but I wanted to just lie and continue to swim on the waves of euphoria of pleasure. One candle had already burned out and went out. The member in me began to shrink. It was so hot, although the fire in the fireplace had already begun to subside. Now the red coals of firewood shimmered beautifully, radiating heat. Cyril now rubbed his other hand.
- Oh. Here, even a little blood came out. Look here. - He stretched his hand to me showing a small drop of blood.
- I did not want. Sorry if I hurt. Grasped for you, as finished. - I leaned over and tried guiltily to look at him.
- Oh, do not be so angel. The main thing that you were good. You're like a wild cat on me jumped. I myself was good. - playfully slammed his finger on my nose.
I turned on my side. Member fell out of me. Twilight began to descend. It rained with snow and knocked on the window. The flame flickered and shook, the second candle went out. Nothing lit up our festive table. I lay on his arm. He lightly stroked my body and chest. I almost recovered myself. I was so good. I just wanted to lie and enjoy. I so looked at the limp member. He still had a condom, so decently filled with sperm. A slight tremor went through the body.
Then the wood cracked loudly, a red ember went off the fireplace and fell almost beside me, I jumped up. The plaid began to smoke. The light went out quickly. But the room was filled with the smell of burning cloth. Kirill also rose and looked, then at me, then at the already dying fire.
- Scared? - He asked and looked at me.
- Yes. And if it hit me. I lay naked and on the body ... - I answered in a frightened voice that I imagined how it got on me, I closed my eyes.
- All is well. Do not be afraid. So much very rarely shoots. - he lifted the blanket and showed me. - Now there will be a hole. Come here, little angel.
I looked at such a small hole. Almost imperceptibly. It immediately seemed scary, and so a small spark flew away. Cyril pulled off a condom and threw it to the wood. He hugged me and pulled me to him. Some logs were beautifully falling apart and falling, as if rocks were falling, red embers shimmering with shades of red, like garlands on a fireplace.
- They won't roll out here. - I pointed to the embers.
- Yes, they should not. - Cyril got up more and began to correct these embers with a poker. “Now it’s definitely not going anywhere.” Come to me.
I leaned over and sat on the pillow bare ass. He pressed me with his big hand and began to slightly massage my chest. I felt the warmth of his body. Already almost all burned out. In places, only a small flame burned beautifully illuminating our naked and hot bodies. His hand went down the tummy to my pussy. Thumbs began to stroke my clit, hold on wet lips. I flinched a little. She stroked his hand and tried to look at the places where I grabbed my hand. Especially not seen anything. Maybe it hurt. A drop of blood has already dried. I did not know that I have so much power. Probably in a fit of passion more power. I already smiled to myself. In the meantime, already two fingers of Kirill lightly massaged my lips, penetrated inside. A light squelch echoed the room. I already began to moan and bend to meet his caresses.
The other hand caressed my breasts and nipples. I was breathing deeper. My tummy quickly rose and fell. He pressed his fingers on the nipples. I shuddered again. He leaned over, threw my hair in one direction and began to kiss my neck, ear. Gently biting his lips, it was so nice and good. His dick began to gain strength again and rested against my back. I tried to grope his hand and began to stroke a little.
- I want you. Really want to. - He whispered in my ear and kissed him.
- And I also want too. - it was difficult to breathe, I answered him quietly and sagged under his caresses.
- Can I take you to your nice little ass?
- Well, if you really want. - I agreed and looked at him. - Only gently and carefully.
- Everything as my angel wishes. I will do everything as you want. - I heard Cyril's joyful voice over her ear.
He let me go, started kissing the back, go down below. I rose and became crustacean. She put her knees on one pillow, and put her hands on the blanket. Hair fell, and had to fix them in one direction. I looked at the coals in the fireplace, they were now claret-red. Poured by different shades. His hands stroked my ass and crotch. The finger gently penetrated my pussy, and then came out and began to gently massage my other hole. I started, and the hole is slightly reduced. A big hand stroked my ass and back. Body and arousal waves dispersed throughout the body. The room grew darker. I already did not follow the time and did not hurry anywhere. I completely surrendered to passion and was preparing to enjoy further games with my holes.
Cyril leaned over and pulled his jeans. He took a condom out of some pocket and fumbled with it. The packaging flew back into the fire and quickly burned. His finger was again in my hole bleeding with juices, rubbed my perineum discharge a little and penetrated into the ass. I just moaned and felt his finger gently massage my gut. I quietly moaned, she somehow swayed in his direction, trying to plant more on his penis or finger, droplets of lubricant rolled along the legs. Shivering passed through the body. Nipples rubbed a little about the blanket. Cyril pulled his finger out of my priests. Spat on her and on his dick. Slightly leaned the head ..
- I enter. - He warned me and began to press his member.
- Yes, enter me. - I replied with a groan and bent even more.
- Oh, how good I am. You're just an angel.
The head penetrated me. I felt a slight pain and discomfort, but Cyril smoothly penetrated into me. Giving my hole to get used to his cock. The pain quickly passed. I just clutched the blanket with my hands. Here he has already entered me at full length. Our bodies are touched. He stroked my back and ass. I felt so filled. I reached out and started massaging my clit. Pleasant pleasure flowed through the body. Cyril began to wiggle. Gradually increased the pace. I started to moan, ran my fingers over my clit and wet lips. I shuddered again. A moan broke from my mouth.
Cyril pushed a little harder, a light slap rang around the room interrupted silence and a slight wind noise outside the window. A dying fire only slightly illuminated our bodies. His cock rubbed against my gut, trying to penetrate deeper into my insides. My fingers were rubbing the bump of my clitoris faster and faster. I was getting closer to my next orgasm. Cyril actively rammed my ass, I was arched and moaned. She even closed her eyes. The thrusts went faster and faster, our bodies hit like that. Then I grabbed the blanket and orgasm seized my body. I once screamed, the body shook, the holes throbbed. I already fell with my whole chest on the blanket. Cyril was holding me in the ass, that I would not fall on the floor at all. Part of the rug moved with my head.
Seeing that I had finished, he made a couple more strong shocks, as if trying to implant me with his standing stake. He pulled me to his arms and his dick began to shoot hot sperm. It already seemed to me that it spreads through my insides. Maybe the condom broke, although at that moment I almost did not care. The body was covered with sweat in places. He let me go, and I fell on the blanket. There was a light cotton as a member left my ass. Hair closed eyes. I saw the flickering lights of a burning fireplace. The mist of fog seemed to hide them from me. And now my waves of orgasm are not terrible fire. Cyril sat down and lay down beside him.
- You feel good? - He asked me and stroked my back.
- Oh yeah! Just super! - I replied and did not move.
- Then I will go refreshed. And you lie here.
I nodded in agreement. He straightened my hair and kissed my ear and cheek. I just smiled. And he got up and left. I lay down a bit more like it. I put a pillow under my head. It was almost dark behind horseback. Light fires illuminated my naked body. I do not know how much I lay there, I even started to close my eyes. It seemed to me that I was beginning to fall asleep.
- Do you sleep? - I heard the voice of Cyril. - It is necessary to burn firewood again, otherwise everything is already burned out while we were having fun.
- What? - I asked and got up, saw him rolled up in a towel.
- You can wash. And I'll throw up the wood again. - He repeated and approached me.
- What a fire. Let's go. Now my missed me. Another time will be a kebab. He is dark already. - I showed my hand to the window, and she rose. - Now there will be no buses.
- As you say. And what to do with meat? Maybe let's do it now. - Cyril began to persuade me and looked so pleadingly. - And then I somehow got hungry again.
- It will be a long time. Let me fire in a frying pan, just wash. - I suggested and straightened my hair, gathered them in a bun.
“Okay, he reluctantly agreed.” Today, everything as you say my little angel.
I went to the bathroom. Slightly refreshed in the shower. Warm water pleasantly caressed my body washing away traces of recent bodily pleasures. I did not wash the head. She threw on a lime robe and returned to Cyril in it. He was already dressed and was waiting for me at the table. I quickly roasted the meat. Let it not be as tasty as on fire. But even nothing burned and roasted evenly. We chatted nicely. He lightly stroked my hand. I ate so much that I stroked my tummy. It has become quite dark. I did not notice how several more hours flew by. Started ringing my phone. My father returned from his corporate party and began to look for me. I lied that was on the road.
- I sat down here with you. Flies right now to me at home from my parents. - I said with annoyance and sighed.
- If you want, I'll take you straight home. Holiday after all! - Cyril offered, came up to me and started kissing me on the neck and stroking my shoulders.
- Thank! - I already clapped her hands, turned and kissed him. - I'll get ready then.
We quickly removed everything. I dressed up. Now the car takes me home. In the headlights, like in a white tunnel, a dark forest flashes. I hold my bouquet, I smile, and pleasant memories are spinning in my head.
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