It was December 30, we changed from the guard and I led the personnel to headquarters to report on the change, hand over their weapons, send the fighters to the barracks and go home to rest and get ready for the New Year.
From afar, at the entrance to the headquarters, the stocky figure of the political officer of the unit, who temporarily performed the duties of the commander, was already visible, and apparently was waiting for our arrival, because most of the officers had already gone home.
I lined up the guard in two lines and commanded:
- The guard is equal! Attention! The alignment of the middle! - and having come as a combatant to the unit commander, I reported it, - Comrade Major! The first guard arrived, during the service incidents did not happen! Chief of the Guard Senior Lieutenant Morozov!
- Hello comrades! - greeted the political bass sonorous bass.
- Good health, Comrade Major! - My fighters answered in unison.
- At ease!
- At ease! - I duplicated the senior team and turned to the political officer.
- Hello Roman Vasilyevich! - he stretched out his palm, wide as a sapper blade.
- I wish you health, comrade major! - I replied to a firm handshake.
- How to defend? Is everything okay
- Yes sir! All without incident!
- Okay, come on, hand over your weapons and ammunition, send the fighters for dinner, and then run to me, good?
- There is! - I replied according to the statute, but a bad feeling came to my heart, rarely when our commander-in-chief was late so late.
Having handed over the weapon, having reported to the duty officer on the part of the arrival and sending the fighters to dinner, half an hour later I was sitting in a loose chair in the unpretentious office of the political officer, on the second floor of the headquarters unit.
“You light up, don't be shy,” the bassil huddled politician, with a mountain seated at his desk and turning over some papers with fingers as thick as sausages. The headquarters were not drowned, so it was a little warmer than on the street, and the pea jacket, thrown over the shoulders of the political officer, made him even more impressive.
- Thank! - I refused, trying with my appearance not to show impatience that, in general, I did not do well.
- What are your plans for the holiday, Roman Vasilich? - Without looking up from the papers, he asked.
- Well, today they are changed, the next outfit is only the third one, luckily we can say, and then I met the last New Year on guard. Tomorrow to build, and then home. On holidays in a hostel we will, and the first we want with the wife to the area to the mother-in-law to go with the night.
- Yeah! - stretched the political officer and I realized that my plans were not destined to come true. As soon as the mood of the holiday evaporated. - Here it is! - he finally fished out from the pile of papers the desired folder. - Around and around I will not walk! PE with us. Your fighter, Valiullin, went to Soch * (* unauthorized leaving part) left! In the morning, after building it was no longer seen. Orientation spread. The brigade headquarters reported. Kombriga himself know. He ordered to organize searches. If we don’t find tomorrow before the evening calibration, we’ll cancel all the layoffs and weekends, the barracks and the officers will be examined on the first of January. Any questions?
- No questions! - I answered deafly, after a few seconds, digesting what I heard and resigned myself to the tricks of fate. - When to go?
- Yes, you do not get excited. Now go, have a rest after the dress, explain to your wife, explain, and tomorrow at eight go to Gorsk, your fighter Valiullin from there, apparently there and look for him should be! He has a girlfriend there, first of all home to him, but to his girlfriend, and then to friends, relatives and all the hot spots. Contact the local ATS, leave the orientation, but in general, as always, you are not in the first! Here is his personal business, write out the addresses, and take a few orientations with you! Take reliable fighters, four people. Tomorrow at 7.30 am I have everything, civilian uniform!
At home, a scandal with my wife about this was waiting for me, after which she without thinking twice got ready and went to her mom's home at night. Mumbling something on the doorstep, saying, "You will find your deserter, you know where to look for me."
I didn’t have a pre-holiday mood at all, I fished a bottle of beer out of the fridge, and even didn’t master it, having drunk only half of it. He lay down on the sofa, not undressing, just covered himself with his overcoat from above, sensibly reasoning that “Morning is wiser than evening” and fell asleep.
At 7. 30 we stood in the corridor of the headquarters, and listened to the briefing of the political officer. In search, I took four fighters on whom one could fully rely. Sergeant Hakobyan, my castle platoon, was from a local and served the remaining six months. The rest were years old * (* conscripts who had served one year): Krasnodar Hikes, Maslov, a hefty BTR driver from Siberia, and Sashka Petrenko, who was from Gorsk, where we went in search, and as he said, knew every dog there.
- Well, the fighters, you have all the hope, you will not find Valiullin, Khan for all the holidays, so that you really try! - completed his farewell zampolit. - Well, if you find a fugitive in time, I'll write out all the leave-taking! - The fighters immediately revived and stunned.
Half an hour later we were traveling on a bus to Gorsk, my fighters were having fun and pretty laughing, this adventure rarely falls to them, but I was sullen like a rock, thinking of covered holidays and scandal with my wife. At that moment, I wanted to smudge the fugitive Valiullin on the wall, and then send him to the disbat for six months in order to learn to love the Motherland.
Gorsk was a small provincial town, on the bank of a frozen lake, with low 2-3-storey brick houses. At the central square at the same time bus station, department store and market huddled together. Porn stories The center of the town square was traditionally decorated with an elegant New Year tree. Everywhere the people were scurrying around, letting out of their mouth puffs of frosty steam, shopping and giving presents. Everywhere there was an approaching holiday, which only squeezed my heart more melancholy, for my participation in this holiday was still a big question.
We split up, Hakobyan and Petrenko went to the address of the girlfriend of our fugitive, and I went to the soldier home with the remaining fighters. There was no one at home, but the talkative neighbor told us that the mother of soldier Valiullina, Yulia Petrovna, works in a department store, on the second floor in the department of electrical goods, and with her father they had been divorced for a long time and didn’t know where the “rogue” neighbor now lives. We also learned from her words that Yulia Petrovna’s son Sasha did not appear at home yesterday and today, at least her neighbor did not see him.
We have nothing left but to go to a department store to talk with the mother of the escaped soldier. Yulia Petrovna was a short, medium build woman, with a tired face and sad gray eyes. Dark wavy hair, fell just below the shoulders. In appearance she was about forty years old, with soft lipstick that covered even beautiful lips, in the corners of which small mimic wrinkles were also evident. She was dressed simply, neatly and with taste, she was wearing a long knitted dress, the sleeves of which ended just below the elbows, exposing beautiful hands, and a light red shawl was draped over her shoulders. When a woman passed us along the counter, serving customers, a trail of pleasant perfume stretched behind her.
When the turn came to us, I introduced myself and briefly told the purpose of our arrival and visit to the store to her, from which the woman became noticeably agitated and turned pale, pressing her hands to her chest.
- No, Sasha did not appear at me, the last time in May was when he was released into dismissal, - her voice shook slightly, but Yulia Petrovna held herself in her hands, and it was felt that she was telling the truth.
- Where can he be? What advise where to look for it? Yulia Petrovna, you understand, the sooner we will find him and take him to the unit, the first of all ...
better for him.
- He can be anywhere, with his father and Alinka - this is his girlfriend. Friends may have someone, or maybe in a habzayk, there they have a kind of computer club. You write down the addresses, check, he is not so much where you can go here.
I wrote down several addresses in a notebook and was going to go, as Yulia Petrovna detained me with a question:
- Comrade Lieutenant, and what Sasha will be for this offense?
“If we don’t find it today, it will go to the debate, like a deserter,” I exaggerated gloomily, but when I saw tears in the woman’s eyes, I tried to soften the situation, and confidently said, “Yes, you don’t worry, we’ll look for him, small, there is an address, be sure to appear somewhere!
- Okay! God grant that. Here you are, I work up to four, and after four I will be at home. You please tell me how to find it. I really hope that you will help!
I nodded and walked away.
All day until dusk we went around the apartments, addresses and other "cereal" places of Gorsk. Petrenko connected his elder brother Lech, who agreed to help on his old Audi, the search was much more efficient, but, nevertheless, unsuccessful. I had to leave posts to guard the fighter. Two soldiers went to wait for him near her friend's house, two more went to their father's apartment. I myself went home to Yulia Petrovna to once again make sure that Valiullin did not appear there, and ask where else to look for him.
The woman was already at home and seemed to be waiting for my visit, since she opened the door as soon as I pressed the bell.
- Oh, Comrade Lieutenant, come in. I have all those who could, phoned, I found out. - she began right from the doorway. - We saw him, they said, he went to Malinovka, his brother lives at Alinka, he plays a wedding, and Sasha and Alinka went there. Yes, he wanted to return yesterday, but Alinku did not want to leave one there, and so he remained. I asked to be told, I said that they were looking for him, he will come to Gorsk tonight.
She spoke so excitedly that she didn’t notice how she stuttered a little with excitement, and her eyes sparkled under her quivering eyelashes. I suddenly felt very sorry for this woman, I wanted to hug her, press her and calm her down. I just wanted to do something good for her.
“They won't send him anywhere for that, will they?” - she confusedly completed her monologue.
- Yulia Petrovna, while we have not yet found him and have not delivered him to the unit. But if he is in the unit tonight, then I guarantee you that in the worst case he will get rid of several work orders. Well, the toilet will scrub, clean up the area. Nobody will send it then. So what time did you say he would come?
It seems that the woman was a little calmed by my words, she visibly relaxed.
- Is he. At ... six, yes six. At six, the bus to the bus station arrives. On it will come. Thank you comrade lieutenant.
- Duck, that's not what. Let him come first.
- Come, come, you do not worry. Oh, what am I keeping you on the threshold! Yes you go. Tea can?
- Thank. I would call the part, the situation report back to the political officer.
- Yes you pass, in the kitchen phone.
I took off my jacket and shoes, took out an identity card, where the necessary phone numbers were stored under the spine and went into the small kitchen. When I dialed the switch number on the disc phone, I asked the attendant on duty to connect with the commander of the unit and began to wait.
As I dialed the number, the woman bustled around the kitchen, setting the table.
I was only now able to look at it better, at home she looked completely different than in the store. She was wearing a homemade dress with open shoulders, the hem just above her knees emphasized beautiful naked calves, dimples on round knees and tightly fitting elastic thighs and buttocks. The hair was tied up and pinned with a barrette. Even in this home clothes and slippers on bare feet woman looked very impressive. I myself did not notice how on the sly I admire her fine, slightly dense figure.
When she turned to me, I looked at her face, which seemed very beautiful to me, and when I leaned over the sugar bowl, my eyes slid across the opened hemispheres of the breasts in a square section of the dress.
Finally, on the other end of the phone, the tired voice of the political officer of the unit rang out
- I'm listening, Major Bandura.
- Comrade Major, this is Senior Lieutenant Morozov.
- Report, Morozov.
- Valiullina has not yet been found, but there is information that is in Malinovka, it is about 20 kilometers from Gorsk. I am now at my place of residence, with my mother. The soldier's mother said that they had contacted him, she should come to Gorsk by six. We are waiting for the bus from Malinovka and return to the part.
- Welcome, Frost! - the deputy politician was delighted, if everything is as you report, you will receive thanks from the command, and I will announce the output to you later, and leave the fighters for holidays. Report, keep informed, I'm on the spot. Hang up the connection!
Yulia Petrovna our whole conversation did not take a worried look from me, but again I caught myself thinking that she seemed very beautiful to me and seemed to be blushing.
- Everything will be fine, do not worry, you are so, - I hurried to calm her down.
- Thank you, comrade lieutenant. Thank. She answered, sitting down at the table, opposite me, waiting for the kettle to boil.
- I am generally the senior lieutenant by rank, and by name if it is Roman.
- Very nice! You know, Roman, I, too, was married to an officer, though not for long, and so for my short time as an officer’s wife, I did not learn to understand the ranks. Young, bad was, did not understand much. Though he warned, he talked about pain, I was self-confident, and when I encountered garrison life: I had neither heat, nor water, conveniences on the street, but I lived in my city all my life, I could not live like that. He is in service all the time. That exercise, then anxiety. She left for her mother six months later, while he was at the exercises. Then a letter was written to him, a divorce was issued, and then the alcoholic Valiullina met this, from whom she gave birth to a son. Otherwise, everything could have happened in life. - She paused, looking at one point with a blurred look and thinking about something else, and I continued to admire her sweet appearance.
A pause was suddenly interrupted by a boiling kettle. Yulia Petrovna started, rose from the table and turned off the kettle, poured tea into cups.
The tea was tart and fragrant and burned pleasantly after a frosty street. We talked a little more. Yulia Petrovna asked how it is served now, what prospects, well, and other meaningless questions that strangers lead by circumstances that have been forced by each other for some time.
At half past five we went to the station. In parallel, I took my fighters from the posts and for another ten minutes we waited for the bus to arrive at the bus station. And around all reigned the same sense of celebration. It was dark outside and a festive tree gleamed in the main square with bright garlands. Late citizens rushed home from work or to visit, someone was already tipsy, unsteady, walking past and squeezing a large bundle tied under the arm of a flight.
Julia Petrovna touched my hand, inviting me to move a couple of meters from my soldiers, which I did.
“Give me five minutes to talk to your son?”
It seemed in the light of the lanterns that her eyes were filled with tears that were about to rush to her cheeks.
- Yes of course. Just sorry, I won't let him go home. We need to deliver it to the part. This is in his best interest in the first place!
- Of course, of course, I understand everything! Thank you, Roman.
A bus arrived, among the passengers who had come out appeared Valiullin's tall, lanky figure, who was hugging a short, black-browed little girl by the waist, barely reaching his shoulder.
When he saw us and his mother, he was taken aback knowing whether to approach me, or to his colleagues, or to his mother. I nodded to him in the direction of the mother ...
and coming to her they hugged tight.
- Hakobyan! - I called the sergeant.
- I, Comrade Senior Lieutenant! - The sergeant reluctantly broke away from a group of laughing colleagues, where the jaunt of the hikes with a Krasnodar accent poisoned some bike, and approached me.
- Let's all go to that tent, but do not close your eyes with Valiullina.
- There is! - He answered me and went to the rest of the boldly commanding, - Guard, let's go to the blue tent.
In the tent there was a station bakery and I bought the soldiers and myself a hot cake with jam and tea in plastic cups.
Ten minutes before the bus, we ate fresh pastries in the cold, accompanied by merry Pokhodov tales.
- It's time! Call the fugitive! - I turned to Hakobyan when I saw a bus approaching the bus station.
- Sanya, let's go to the bus. It's time to go! - ran to him sergeant.
Valiullin embraced his mother, then hugged tightly and kissed his girlfriend and ran along with the sergeant to the bus. Running past me, he slowed his pace, turning:
- I wish you health! Comrade Senior Lieutenant, I ...
- Sit down on the bus, hero! - I annoyed him. - We'll talk in part!
A half-empty bus closed the doors and taxied smoothly from the bus station. It smelled of frosty freshness, needles from someone's fir branches and tangerines.
The conductor was selling tickets.
- Preparing for the passage she squeals everyday tone.
“Look, I have a happy ticket,” came from the front seat where a young girl was driving with a guy.
My fighters presented military tickets, confirming the privilege of a soldier for free travel. I also ran my hand into the inside pocket of my jacket to find an identity card, but it was not there. I rushed to look for it in all pockets.
- What serviceman, crusts lost? - maliciously noticed the waiting conductor and went further to heal the passengers. And then I remembered that I left my ID with Yulia Petrovna when I called the unit.
- Damn it! - I swore to myself, counting a trifle for the passage.
We arrived quickly, I did not even have time to doze off. The bus stopped near the part and after 5 minutes we were already in the cabinet of the political officer.
- Well, that guardsman! Get out and come on, write an explanatory. Where was why left. - the deputy politician turned to the fugitive and then to us:
- And you, great guardsmen, have tried! - Zampolit each soldier shook his hand tightly. “I’ll write out my leave tomorrow, well, and Roman Vasilich, thank you.” Come on, the staff in the location, let them dress up for dinner, and I'll take this one myself.
- Hakobyan, lead people into the company! - I gave the command to the sergeant and he ran to the communications center, where my colleague Pasha Sinitsyn was on duty to get through to Gorsk.
The tube was removed after the second beep:
- Hello? - I heard the voice of Julia Petrovna.
- Yulia Petrovna, thank God that I found you, this is Roman, well, Senior Lieutenant Morozov, we visited you today.
- Roman? Something happened? Ah, you probably call me because of the document, you forgot it in my kitchen, that's a shame! What to do?
- I can come? Now is the bus coming. Will you be at home or will you go somewhere?
- I am at home today, come of course, Roman!
- Thank! I'm leaving!
An hour and a half later, I stood in front of the door of Yulia Petrovna’s apartment, shaking snow flakes from my hat and shoulders and rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately, and at first I didn’t even recognize the owner of the apartment — the mother of my soldier fugitive.
- Come on Roman! - the woman smiled and only by a smile I dispelled doubts that it really was she, and not her younger sister for example.
Yulia Petrovna was dressed in a beautiful emerald dress, which very well accounted for her tight figure: where it was necessary to emphasize her advantages, where necessary, she hid possible shortcomings. The hair was loose, combed to one side and fell on the right shoulder, a thin gold chain with an Aries badge gleamed mattely on the open neck. Dark red, the color of gore, lipstick, vividly highlighted her lips on her pale face. The hemispheres of the breasts resting against each other were slightly squeezed outwards by the close bodice with a triangular slit. On the right breast there was a dark brown mole with a match head. From below, the dress opened round knees covered with black nylon, and high-heeled shoes emphasized its strong calves very expressively.
- you somewhere gathered ?! Sorry to have detained you, somehow I never lost documents, but here ...
“Of course she did,” the woman smiled at me! - New Year's Day is coming! So I was going to meet him.
- BUT! - I guessed. “You were not going anywhere.” Waiting for guests!
- Well no. I usually meet the New Year alone!
“But how ...,” I did not know what to say, and shifted from one foot to the other, leaving wet spots on a small rug in the hallway.
- Yes, you are passing, Roman, and at the same time maybe you can open champagne for me? Of course, I myself could have, but since the man looked in ... it's a sin not to ask. - she smiled again, but somehow shyly.
- Yes of course!
I took off outerwear and shoes and walked into the room.
The oval table was laid modestly and tastefully. A small vase of traditional Olivier, sandwiches with caviar and red fish, a saucer with canapes and a bowl of fruit. The table was served for two. In the center of the table there was still an unlit burning candle, and next to it was a dark green shamanic bottle. There were some entertainment programs on the TV, but the sound was turned off, and from the old radio station, interesting music could be heard, something between a blues and a rock ballad, with some jazz inserts.
I went to the table, took the bottle in my hands and began to tear the foil off the neck, giving a quick glance at the woman. Yulia Petrovna, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the sofa, holding her fists between her knees and watched my actions with interest. Her breathing filled her breasts, then fell a little, and this sight attracted my view. I straightened myself not to stare at her too clearly and tried to do it in passing.
- Roman, what about you going back? Bus today will not be.
“Well, nothing, here you have a regiment of communication, there is our former foreman serving, senior warrant officer Arapov, I think he will give me a bed in the barracks - I will spend the night, and go home in the morning.
- What about the new year? Celebration? She asked absently.
- In a military way! Mark the flags! - I laughed it off. - It’s my own fault, bungler, that now, and without an identity card I can’t, especially since the day after tomorrow to intercede on guard.
- Yes, if Sashka had not done this, you would now be sitting in a circle of loved ones, celebrating the New Year. I myself do not understand why he did this?
- Well, Sashka received yours, he would have prostrated all the holidays in a dress, and he would scrub toilets. This he still got off easy.
- Yes I know. He called me already, he reassured me, he even asked for forgiveness.
The cork with the booming sound left the bottle, remaining in my hand and I filled a tall transparent wine glass with a frothy drink.
The woman got up and went to the table, the sweetish aroma of her perfume reached me.
- And can you be able to make me a company, at least for a while? If you are taking your time home, and the military unit is five minutes away.
Some strange sensation was born in my region of the solar plexus, some pleasant chill. I shrugged and filled the second wine glass.
- Yes, you sit down, what are we standing? - Julia took the wine glass, immediately set aside, jumped up, quickly began to seed, went into the kitchen, returned in half a minute with a box, striking a match and lit a candle in the center of the table. The flame reluctantly fluttered, the wick flared up and the flame leveled, becoming almost immobile.
- That's better! - looking at the flames, the woman said, again taking a glass in her hands and carelessly turning his long leg over with her fingers. Candle flares gleamed on the dark red nails, and on my left hand I noticed a wedding ring. She ..
I looked at me expectantly, and I realized that I was stupid. I quickly took my wine glass, and I handed it to the lady, stopping a couple of centimeters from her wine glass.
- For you, Julia! - I looked into her eyes, and we clinked glasses! She took a sip, leaving a muddy mark on the edge, but I drank to the bottom, in an army manner, and reached for a sandwich with caviar.
- Yes, you eat! Would you like a salad? I will be even hotter later!
I just nodded, remembering that I hadn’t really eaten all day: so tea, but dry bread.
Can I call you again, and I'll put the document in my pocket, otherwise I will forget it again!
- Well, of course, why are you asking? Phone in the kitchen.
I went out to the kitchen, and Julia stayed in the room. The identity card in the lilac cover lay on the edge of the table where I was sitting last time. I took the document, and found the number of my part behind the lapel and dialed it. After a few manipulations, they connected me to the communications regiment, and to my happiness, Senior Ensign Arapov was there - he was on duty in the barracks with the fighters on New Year's Eve. Having agreed with him about a lodging for the night, I hung up and went to the room again. I didn’t know what to do, and it was somehow inconvenient to sit up and I didn’t want to leave at once, and I didn’t want to leave the woman alone on New Year’s Eve. Well, I decided to do what I usually do when I have to leave early: after the third glass.
I poured (mostly to myself, I only refreshed Yulia) and raised my wine glass.
“You don't drink at all,” I reproach, jokingly, and she replied:
- I know one toast that they drink to the bottom! For the love!
We clinked glasses, and she easily drained a glass of fizzy drink, biting a small canape. And I almost blurted out what kind of love we usually drink on brotherhood, but at the last moment I pulled myself up, it would be too inappropriate for me to comment!
I pounced on the salad, which Julia generously planted for me while I was gone. The cooking was very tasty, which I hurriedly noted!
- Very tasty cooked.
- And let's on you, Roman? I'm not so much older than you. And somehow I feel uncomfortable.
Alcohol rapidly relaxed the body, turned off some protective functions of the brain, making me more open and relaxed.
- Come on, Julia! But this thing needs to be washed! “I reached for the bottle, but the bottle sprang up, though not now.” We, the military, have a tradition: the third toast, for those who are not with us, for the fallen ... - And I thought to myself that I was going to leave after the third, but why not sit still, since we are not expelled. In the barracks I stank of footcloths, kirsa and mastic always have time.
- I do not mind, I also respect this tradition. - Julia replied and we drank standing up, not clinking glasses to the bottom!
I immediately shoved a small “to the tooth” - fish sandwich and chewing asked:
- And why are you nothing ... Oh, I mean, why aren't you eating anything?
- Yes, I do not want. - Julia shrugged her shoulders with interest as I kneaded the remnants of the salad.
- Supplements can?
- Not yet. Everything. - I again reached for the bottle, critically examining the contents: the bottle splashed once more. I wanted to say that there would be no champagne at such a pace until New Year, but Julia got ahead of me by reading my thoughts:
- Spill. I still have!
I refilled, not knowing where to put the empty container (they don’t put an empty bottle on the table), and Julia took it from me and took it to the kitchen. I looked with appetite after her round buttocks, flowing under a stretched green cloth, and when she came out, I drowned my face in my palms and rubbed my eyes with force. Hop had already partially taken possession of me, it was warm and comfortable in the apartment and did not want to leave, but I could not stay either, somehow it was all wrong ... or could it? My thoughts were interrupted by Julia, who silently returned to the room.
- tired? She asked.
And I, surprised at her quietness, looked at my legs: the woman took off her shoes and was barefoot. Under the transparent black nylon, her nails were covered with dark varnish.
- Yes, not ... - I replied belatedly. - Are you tired?
- Oh, yes! The legs are tired. Sit a little like that.
Then suddenly a very familiar melody began to play, and like that I automatically said:
- ABOUT! Cool song!
- True? I really like it too! Let's dance?
And I did not have time to take it off, as Julia was already pulling me out of the chair, holding my hands with her cold palms.
- Why cold? - I was surprised?
- Because no one warms! - the woman coquettishly whispered, closely clinging to me in a slow dance.
From her proximity, I felt anxiety ... and yet, I felt an excitement swell in my pants ...
In order not to rest on her with a hardened end, I slightly pulled away and turned a little sideways, pressing my thigh against her thigh. I felt on the face the even breathing of a woman, from which her chest pressed more into me, and a strand of hair tickled my cheek. With my fingers, I felt the slightly rough skin of her cold fingers, and with my other hand I held her back, from which I felt heat. The song ended, silence arose, but we continued to slowly move in the dance, turning around the invisible axis.
“Kiss me,” I heard her whisper right at my ear, and felt how my earlobes touched my lips, a little sticky with lipstick.
I threw my head back and looked at her face for only a split second. Her eyes were closed and rude on the contrary, appealingly ajar. For this split second, I thought about a lot.
I thought it was an extreme step, after which there was no longer a way back.
I thought that she was not so young, as it seemed before, but rather attractive and pretty.
I thought that I wanted to do it myself and would have done it myself if she had not outstripped me with her request.
I felt the tender flesh of her lips in my mouth, the oily taste of lipstick, a wave of trepidation ran through Yulia’s body and she moaned softly. I already squeezed the woman in his arms, and no longer hesitating pressed against her stiffened member. Our kiss was nervous and somehow frantic, As if we were in a hurry on the platform of the carriage that was about to leave and would separate us forever. I opened the kiss, tangling my fingers in her hair and pushed a little, I took a couple of steps along with Julia forward, until the woman rested her back against the wall. Then he moved the palms on her chest and gently squeezed them, again stretching his lips to Yulia's lips. And again, a kiss, her hot breath on my skin, greasy traces of lipstick smeared on her lips, tenacious fingers that hurt my shoulders and chest. I squatted down in front of Julia and put my palms above my knees and led them up, lifting the hem of the dress higher and higher. Julia stood with her head turned to the right, her sleeping hair covered her face and suddenly ... the tights under her hands ran out and I felt the smooth hot skin of her legs. I looked and saw that the woman was wearing stockings. I nervously swallowed with excitement, the first time I saw a woman in stockings, before that I thought that such things are shown only in the movies or are confused. Damn, it was so tempting, fascinating that I pulled up the hem of my black panties and pulled back a little and eagerly examined this detail of the women's toilet. But not for very long, after a moment I was again approaching her, clasping the back of my buttocks and began to kiss her bare legs, approaching her panties. I leaned my face against a thin fabric, under which there was a bump densely covered with vegetation, and I could smell the hot female body and the light scent of freshly washed laundry emanating from her laundry. I was already reaching for the edge of the panties, wanting to slide them to the side and penetrate the sacred secret of the woman’s womb with my eager tongue, but Julia stopped me.
- Do not rush, little naughty. Get up! - she extended her hands to me and I reluctantly stood up. We again briefly touched lips, but Julia pulled away from me, and holding her hand pulled to the bed. - Do not rush. She repeated again, turning over her shoulder. - You'll get everything off!
I helped Julia to push the sofa, which was transformed into a rather spacious bed and at the command of the hostess went to pour champagne while she ..
I covered the sofa with fresh linen and laid out the pillows. I uncorked the bottle and splashed champagne in glasses, automatically noted on my watch that it was still past eleven, and another hour and a half before the New Year. Julia came up to me, her eyes glittered, lipstick on her lips was no longer - I licked everything while I kissed her, her smell, frequent breathing, a waving chest, everything attracted me to her, and I could hardly restrain myself so as not to pounce on the woman. We clinked glasses, drank and Julia, turning our backs, asked to unbutton her dress. I was breathtaking, and with my trembling hands I pulled down the clasp, as the dress was unbuttoned, it dispersed to the sides, exposing the back covered with a scattering of birthmarks and tied with black bra straps.
“Please fade the light,” she asked, and while I was doing this, Julia freed herself from the dress, hung it on the back of a chair, remaining in linen and stockings. Twilight reigned in the room, illuminating it only with flashes of the television screen and the dim light of the lanterns breaking through the window frost. I walked over to Julia and hugged her from behind, kissing between the neck and shoulder, from which the woman trembled tremblingly.
“Now you,” she turned around and, looking into my eyes, pulled up her sweater. I obediently raised my hands up, and Julia pulled it over his head along with a T-shirt. Running her fingers over her chest and hitting her nipple, her hands went down and began to take the strap on her jeans. I helped the woman to unbutton her jeans and pulled them off with her socks, remaining in swimming trunks.
Julia climbed onto the sofa and crawled to its middle. They showed “Enjoy Your Bath” on TV, and pleasant music with hoarse female vocals came from the radio. The light of a forgotten candle fluttered on the table. Julia unbuckled the bra, and, covering her breasts with her hands, took it off. I slowly approached, on my knees moving on a soft sofa. Julia, still covering her breasts with her palms, slightly parted her index and middle fingers and clamped the large corneas of the nipples between them. She brought my left breast closer to me, and as soon as I reached out to her, I recoiled, stretching with my right now. She played with me. I contrived and managed to capture the lips of the nipple, which immediately moved away from me, and Julia laughed loudly.
- You want me? - she looked, biting her lip and smiling. At the same time, she alternately spread her fingers on one breast and then on the other, showing the entire large pink nipple covered with pimples and then hiding it, bringing fingers together so that only a rounded edge remained between them.
“I want to,” I answered hoarsely.
- Take it? - she said.
I approached almost closely, and Julia, removing her hands from her breasts (they sagged under their weight, but did not lose their attractiveness), put her hands on my throat and stretched them out and said:
- Take it! But without hands.
I had to press her neck and even though her palms squeezed my throat, her elbows still bent and I found myself again with her face to face.
- Strong! Take it! I'm yours! - Her hands crawled over the neck, on the back of my head and pulled me to kiss. I pressed my breasts into her hot breasts and put my hand out to caress them, stroke, squeeze, pull at the nipples. Julia leaned back on the pillows carrying me along and we continued lying down. I kissed her face down on her neck, collarbone and chest. I took the nipple in my mouth, surprised at how hot it was. Knocking, I sucked it, occasionally circling around the areola tip of the tongue. Yulia pressed me to her chest, stroking my shaven nape, and sighed heavily, shuddering if I bit her tender flesh. A member rested on a woman's legs, I felt his wide rough gum stockings and rubbed a little about them.
And suddenly, switching from the left nipple to the right, I caught myself in a strange thought. After all, with these breasts, with these very nipples, she fed her son, a fugitive Valiullin, who was once tiny and was placed on her forearm, and now she has wounded a healthy man. And because somewhere there, a few centimeters lower, she wore it in her stomach under her heart. I drastically moved from the chest below and began to cover the elastic belly of the woman with wet kisses. She moaned and fidgeted beneath me, but I covered him with caresses and tried to break in much lower to conquer her secret. Reaching the panties, I pulled them down with both hands.
- Not! - Julia startled, standing up on her elbow and clutching at the gum, but then she gave up a waving hand, - Ah! To hell. Take them off! - and she lay back on the pillows. I pulled off my panties and Julia immediately covered herself with her palms, which I pulled off with almost no effort. I kissed her below, burrowing into the prickly, woman-smelling hairs, trying to grope with my lips and tongue, that same vulnerable, tender excited flesh, covered with droplets of moisture. Julia herself spread her legs wide, bending them at the knees and let me go HERE! Her (now hot) fingers clung to the back of my head and attracted me, asking me to dive deeper into it, to grope for even more hidden strings. She moaned loudly and screamed, no longer holding back her emotions, and when the woman's body arched in the back and Julia collapsed onto the bed, I realized that I had brought her to orgasm.
After giving the woman some time to enjoy the aftergassed rest, I pulled off my swimming trunks and crawled a little higher. Impatiently, the pulsating head touched the slightly open petals of the lips and feeling this, Julia leaned towards me, twisting me with her legs and pushing with her heels under the buttocks ...
... we were lying on the bed, recovering and breathing after intensive sex. The bodies were hot and wet, the hearts were pounding wildly, the lips were swollen from kisses. Yulino's knee, covered with black nylon, crawled back and forth over the fallen penis, the fingers of our hands were intertwined, and with my free hand I slid along the heaving hillocks of breasts, smearing tiny drops of sweat on my skin.
- Pour me a drink? - Julia purred in a hoarse voice.
- Actually ..., - I turned my head to the clock, - after three minutes the New Year.
- What do you mean! - Yulia immediately jumped up from the village, from which her heavy breasts shifted in sync, changing the shape. The woman immediately mechanically covered them with her hands, as if I had not studied her entire body up and down with my hands, fingers, lips and tongue in the last hour and a half. - I wanted to deliver hot!
Julia tried to get up from the couch, but I pulled her back and threw her back into bed, leaning on her elbow and hanging over her, peering into her face.
- You are hotter today! - I leaned to her lips and she seemed to even give in to my kiss, but then again began to rebel and beat her fists in my chest.
- Why are you? - I was surprised.
- Well, New Year is the same, chimes already, pour soon ...
We sat in what the mother gave birth (only on Yulia there were still stockings) and kissed. The woman nestled close to me, sitting on my lap, and her tongue traveled in my mouth. Our lips had a taste of champagne, and the flesh was again poured with blood, excited by an unbridled desire ... there was still a whole night ahead, the new year's night of our love.
***
I went out into the frosty air, steam escaped from my mouth, my cheeks and my earlobes uncovered with a cap were immediately tingling from the cold. The city, as it always happens on the morning of January 1, seemed extinct. I had already taken a few steps on the creaky snow, when I suddenly stopped, patted my pockets and shook my head, went back to the porch.
- Forgot again? - Yulia stood in her dressing-gown, her hair was combed and tied back, and she stretched gloves to me, forgotten. - Call if you are in our area.
“I remember the number,” I took the gloves pulled by me, but Julia did not let them go, grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to my open mouth ...
On the morning bus, I did not have time.