style="font-size:15px;"> – Today during the lunchtime bought. Did not keep. You will put on this linen, and your Andryusha will make you happy.
– Give, – Kireeva took a package – the only way to get rid of importunate Ira and to think alone.
Having got rid of maintenance, went down to the underground passage.
– Tell, – turned back, standing on the last step, – and Stvorov to me following did not laugh?
– No.
– I and thought.
Having finally confused Irina, Yulya was dissolved among passersby.
“Sergey really with a highlight can? It is necessary to try it as the man, – long looking after Yulia, Volkova designated for herself a new task. – Not one to it. … Why she sees, and I do not? There is in it nothing special, – Ira convinced herself”.
But multiple examples from the past scraped soul, intuitions always demanded to trust in the winning Yulia, otherwise there was a danger to miss right pleasure and to observe Kireeva, as always, who is skimming off the cream.
***
Doing everything as if the automatic machine, Yulya waited for evening in the apartment. Today she wanted to stay in an easy chair till the morning, to peer at one point on a wall, not to have in the head of thoughts but only to listen to not clear feeling of regeneration of. The only thing that turned out – it is to stroke the cat dozing on a lap. The dollar presented by Andrey peacefully snuffled, entering the hostess into a condition of a deep trance.
“No, he did not laugh, hear, Bax, he did not laugh”, – having accurately got up as if being afraid to make noise and to disturb someone, Yulya approached a mirror. Slowly inflaming, spotlights showed the image of the girl, snatched out it from darkness of the room parts, giving the chance to consider own reflection gradually and in the smallest details. Having taken a brush in hand, brushed away couple of motes from eyelashes, on a habit grabbed a drawing pen, having rumpled, returned it back to a bedside table – thin threads of eyebrows did not need leaving. Having come very close to glass, left a print of own lips on a smooth surface. Presented contacts to Stvorov’s lips, tried to guess their taste. In the trace which is a little smeared by hot breath the girl considered each hyphen on gentle skin, usually hidden by lipstick. Touching slender fingers lips, checked their tenderness.
“To his kiss as kissed nobody”, – forgetting, that Stvorov to it still nobody, Yulya solved in own way.
Beautiful eyes went down below along a body, studied the slim figure, accurately expressed waist shown even through the wide t-shirt terminating much more over the knee always attracting guys, smooth bends of a body. To restrain, not to embrace the girl – it appeared above their forces, and Yulya knew about it. But now she was concerned by another: whether HE wants to touch smooth skin, to nestle on it the body?
Softly, a cat of a proskolzil on a floor, turned a back, pulled together a t-shirt on a waist, raised it above. Having semi-turned back, long considered herself in such situation, but also here did not find any defects, there was no hint on excess folds of skin or other female shortcomings also. Yulya did not need special linen or clothes for reduction of in one places of a body and increases in others. Everything was ideal that frequent exclamations in its address confirmed: “The burning brunette”. So burning that the most inveterate fan of blondes would reconsider the views and would not dare to refuse it. Now and Yulya reconsidered the memoirs, in particular: the strange couples which from time to time are coming across on the street – such as it, and nearby do not understand who. One business when the guy in cash, then his appearance is not important. This is Yulya perfectly understood. But when near “candy” nobody and to call him in any way. … In principle, now she and the person filling her dreams, repeated a situation, set thinking of an inaccuracy of own opinions. Having clicked a hairpin, stirred up the head. The released hair hard directed to a waist below. Being shaken, silk touched harmonious legs, tickled them a little, brought heat.
“It will be pleasant to it to play, probably, with them, to iron. … And if is not present?”
Checking smoothness of skin, carried out by a palm on legs.
“Here it concerned me. Specially or incidentally? – stopped hands on a lap, there was a wish to believe that specially. – And touched a breast, for certain, after careful consideration. Told: even it is pleasant to it… Sincerely or played? No, sincerely!” – the girl was delighted and, having closed eyes, put a hand to herself on a breast. On all body swept the aching shiver. Having forgotten, quickly opened eyes, rejected own hand aside. Having looked round, it was convinced that Stvorov is absent. Vivacity of memoirs, the repeated feelings and their game upset the girl.
“Why all this? Today I will not see it any more? Whether I am pleasant to it in general? And if business reaches proximity?”
Inspired with new hope, turned facing a mirror, threw off from itself a t-shirt. Wavy locks of hair fell on a breast, partially hid it, emphasized the pink shade which is torn from under them, touched snow-white hips, designated the correct triangle between them. Several times, having turned back around itself, noticed the easy marks left by the buckles which do not have practical value, more necessary at an undressing than when wearing linen. With a force rubbed them a palm, straightening skin. Imitating well familiar situation of intim, extinguished a half of lamps.
“Can not and it is good?” – for the first time for long time Yulya suffered, trying to discover shortcomings of the body. And let they were not visible, the girl did not calm down, continuing searches, being afraid to miss something.
In the twilight the shining youth, well-groomed body seemed glossy, places satin, and, above all, intended for it. Yulya tried to look at herself eyes winning her heart, to guess his thoughts, and, above all, reaction at that long-awaited moment when it appears before it here as now.
“And can not so, can change something? What linen will be pleasant to it more, will get, will not allow to keep?”
At an entrance the car beeped. As always in the evening Andrey came for it. Yulya, прошуршав hastily the put-on dress, without having exchanged a welcome kiss, got into the car. Forgetting the slipping-out reproaches, Andrey enjoyed a smell of its spirits filling salon.
The smart car silently drove according to dark prospectuses of the city.
“And as they only manage to carry with themselves so many aromas and it is so skillful that you will not understand: spirits or a smell of a fresh body follows them close? What will not touch where will not sit down, even will only pass – their spirit reminding of the charming hostess soars”.
All followed evening resembled a foggy dream. Kireeva woke up, appearing in reality, again fell into a somnolence, and the events became covered by white spots around. Her brain refused to contain in itself that empty with which it was so too long stuffed.
– You some strange today, kitty. Somehow so, – Andrey after the next joke over which Yulya did not deign to smile noticed. Ordinary her ringing laughter ringed everywhere, on envy to people around.
– What? – the next awakening found the girl at cozy small restaurant. – How I got here?
– You
