driver said with a smile.
A few minutes later I was standing on the threshold of the theater. There were a lot of people gathered in the lobby, they were crowding everywhere: at the entrance, in the locker room, in the long corridors. They were smartly dressed, so a state of celebration reigned everywhere. There were tables with various trinkets and souvenirs along the walls, there was everything you could buy for a slow-moving onlooker. When the first bell rang, the audience slowly began to pass into the huge hall. And I was sitting in the buffet of the theater, enjoying the aroma and taste of latte, and with the second bell I also went to the stalls to take my place.
My dear reader, let’s open the veil of a woman’s soul with you, what does she want and what is she looking for? Spirituality is theaters, movies, exhibitions, wants attention, but most of all she is waiting for love.
My soul was also full of expectation of this feeling and, like a wonderful rose, is ready to open its ripe bud towards female happiness. And I saw this happiness in Peter.
Two months have passed. It was a wonderful summer evening, my room was filled with a cloud of dust from a huge pile of things that I took out from the shelves and put in boxes. It was a grandiose move to Moscow, which completely changed my whole life. Through the wide-open window, the screams of local children who were playing football in the yard could be heard.
– This goal was mine, you prevented me, you didn’t score it yourself and didn’t give it to me, – one young football player shouted.
– Let’s hit!
– Go-o-l!” they shouted again.
I heard a beautiful melody from the phone, and I answered.
– Good afternoon, Vladochka, – Peter said in a cheerful voice.
– Good afternoon, Peter.
– I hear screams, what happened there?
– Yes, these are young football players outside the window.
– Are you probably packing your things now and getting ready for the road?
– Yes, I’m packing everything in boxes, tomorrow a car from the transport company will arrive, and the movers will load all the things into the car, and then I will go too.
– You have no idea how glad I am that we will meet soon. Sorry, I can’t talk for a long time now, I’m in a hurry, my service will start in a few minutes.
– See you later, Peter, – I whispered.
– See you later, my dear, – he said warmly in response, and the connection was cut off.
I went to the window, opened the curtain and shouted with all my might:
– Hooray! Goal!
The boys stopped playing and raised their heads high in confusion. One of them hesitantly shouted back:
– Actually, there was a penalty!
I laughed and walked away from the window.
Apple of discord
The rattling of a spoon in a glass of tea on the table in my compartment interrupted my sleep. Opening my eyes slightly, I immediately squeezed them shut from the bright light of the lamp that was right above me.
My neighbor was a middle-aged Georgian with beautiful thick hair and a pronounced Georgian profile.
It was obvious that he was an intelligent and well-mannered man. There was a lot of aristocratic in his behavior. He spoke Russian at a high level.
Lowering my bare legs from the shelf, I felt the man’s gaze, he was sitting opposite and practically eating them with his eyes.
“I want to help you, – he said.
– Yes, I guess, because I forgot how to ride on the upper shelves.
His strong hands touched my legs and slid higher, up my buttocks, penetrating my dress with his fingers, a little higher, and, putting his arm around my waist, he lowered me down. My body clung to him for a second, and I involuntarily felt the exciting smell of his skin.
– My name is Avtandil, I come from the city of Tbilisi. And you, girl, where are you going?
– To Moscow. My name is Vlada.
– Vladochka, try the apples from my native house, – and he held out a grated liquid apple to shine.
I took a bite, and the juice flowed down my lips.
– Are you also going to Moscow alone? I asked with interest.
– Now I’m not alone anymore, – the man smiled. – Vlada, you can safely move your bed to the bottom shelf, no one will come to us anyway.
– Why? I said, surprised.
– You will see for yourself soon, let me help you.
Avtandil got up and reached for my bed, he had a sporty figure, and abs cubes were sexually peeking out from under his T-shirt.
– And if suddenly … – I wanted to ask, but he forestalled my thoughts.
– Don’t worry, I’m a man and I give you my word that no one will bother you.
It was comfortable on the bottom shelf, I felt tired and immediately fell asleep.
The train jerked violently, I shuddered in surprise and woke up. It was already quite dark outside. The lights from the lanterns made their way through the curtain into the window and the glare lay on the walls of the compartment. Avtandil’s eyes were open, and he was staring at me. His passionate gaze began to penetrate my body. Suddenly, desire seized me, and I opened the blanket a little, and bared my excited breasts. He put his hand on my stomach, gently stroked the skin, touching my breast, and gently squeezed the nipple with his fingers.
I moaned with pleasure and excitement, and he lay down on me, covering my body with himself. Our breathing quickened, and in an instant I felt his strong and wet penis inside me. Soon my body was shaking in convulsions, and he was whispering softly in my ear, pressing his lips:
– How good it feels to be with you.
Early in the morning I woke up to loud voices outside the door. I stretched and felt that the blanket completely hugged my naked body, but after spending the night with a man, I felt only spiritual emptiness. We no longer looked into each other’s eyes, he silently took his things and left the car without saying a word.
Moscow did not please me with the sun, it was a fine drizzling rain. People from the train were walking along the platform in a crowd and pushing me forward to the station, and then suddenly a ringtone from my phone rang.
– How is my beloved? Peter asked cheerfully.
– Hi, I’m already in Moscow, – I said without warmth in my voice.
– Why are you so unhappy or not happy with me at all?
– Sorry, but we’ll talk later.
I felt embarrassed in front of him, because recently I just succumbed to instinct and easily changed my feelings.
Peter’s voice became warmer, and he gently whispered:
– My dear, you are like a gentle sun, a warm breeze, a bright ray of light in my life, fly, my feather, and most importantly, take care of yourself.
I hung up the phone, and I felt warm in my soul from his tender words.
I had to visit several apartments that were pre-selected as options for living.
Several years of my separation from Moscow have passed, and now it pleases me again with its captivating beauty of the streets, worries my heart again, and I am happy to wander through it, looking at the facades of houses.
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