The man looked at me almost indifferent look, and I like a wet kitten pitifully gazed into his eyes ... "Uh ... I'm lost ... walk and got lost." The man spent appraising look at my wet clothes and told me to follow him. All the way, we almost silent, only occasionally, he said, so I was careful not caught on a bush. He brought me in some abandoned house, honestly, it was scary, but I trusted him ... Going into the house, he pointed to a corner, where it was warm blanket, and said even more than ordered, as the father of the child, they take refuge. He melted the stove and made a warm tea. All this time I was watching him, he seemed so manly and family.
An hour later, we got to talking with him. His name was Sergei, he worked as a forester for more than three years in this miserable hut, where the phone was not needed. When Serge said his cheekbones stood out on his face, I thought it was such an adult and attractive. I have not once do not like boys, but he's so cute ... During the conversation with him, I began to understand that the closer I try to it will bend, as if some unseen force me dragged to his lips, but the fear of this ideal from time to time I have to juggle . Rain outside the window and the wind brought the cold in the house, I began to tremble. Serge, seeing it, leaned me over, and then I was so enveloped fever, her cheeks began to burn strongly, and his throat was dry, if not drink forever. I am ashamed to look into his eyes, they are so attracted and fascinated ...
"You're trembling. You feel bad? "He said it with so much love that I just lost my head. My answer is - I feel good with you, do not let go - seemed the most shameful act, but he just smiled and patted his hand on my cheek. I think, and so you understand that I was seized by the power of female desire in a man. He seemed to feel it and I began to gently kiss. Kiss were becoming stronger in the lower abdomen flowed a force, but it was nice. Sergei looked me in the eye and, without uttering not a word, ask ... A few minutes later he was on hand very gently, like a mother taking into their own hands his child, carried me to the bed. I realized that with me now happens something wonderful and exciting ... kissed, he stroked my hands, then quietly crept to my chest, which led me into indescribable sensual feelings. His hand began to unbutton my blouse, shooting T-shirt, and one-touch unbuttoned the bra ... So there was my first time feeling the love. In the morning, when the rain passed, he took me to a sanatorium, kissed and left. Remembering that day, I have often wondered why I had not caught up with him, why is not sought. Or maybe it is the way it should be, do not spoil this fabulous dream ... Now I am married and have a child, a family like all good, but the memory will always be the only way of Togo.
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