Wind in the open window

With twenty-five meter height "Ferris Wheels" Park viewed particularly well. And not only the park. The entire old city was in full view. Dmitriev carefully examined entrusted to him the economy ... no joke, over thirty acres of the old pine forest. In the spring and especially in autumn when all littered with dry leaves or poplar fluff, just watch - lovers to throw a match, and then watch as the fire runs fast on the track, enough. That's three times today already had to send guys with shovels and rakes to put out unwanted fires. The day was just beginning, and promised to be dry and hot.
Casually tossed a look at the next turned his attention to the house manager. In one of the windows wide open, he saw the girl's figure. Slim silhouette in a lightweight robe. Girl standing on the window sill, raised his hands and, apparently, something straightening almost at ceiling height. Maybe she filmed the curtains, or, conversely, was prepared to hang them. A light breeze was blowing floors robe and fine Dmitriev saw shapely young legs, but at some point, when the wind blew a little harder, opened rounded hips, which were white small, almost from the ribbon sewn panties. She did not particularly paying attention to its openness, and he did not draw the eye, but on the contrary, is conveniently located in the cabin, turning it so that the window with captivating stranger was in sight as long as possible.
From the depths of the room to the girl he approached the guy. its sporty naked torso was visible, strong shoulders and red, a fiery curls on a big head. He probably said something, she can be responsible - the sounds did not reach to the park, drowned cars, trams, the usual urban noise.
Dmitriev saw a man's hands cupped around her ankles, then slowly climbed up to the waist, boy pressed his face against a white strip of panties, the girl has not struggled, on the contrary, dropped his hands on his red head and stood motionless on the windowsill.
The wheel has completed its turnover, and the cabinet fell lower and lower, after a moment the trees closed the window, and took a cigarette Dmitriev. He had to jump off the ride and go to the office, where already waiting for the case, but he stayed, determined to rise again. Nodding attraktsionschiku, director of business-glanced standing next to the carousel, noting that time would have to repaint boats, make them brighter, and deteriorate the chain. But these thoughts were familiar and everyday, he did not dwell on them, impatiently waiting for the wheel again raise him, and the girl will appear in the open window.
This time he is not wandering around in the pines, was not looking for smoke and fire, focusing in the same direction. It seemed that the wheel never revolved so slow as it is now. Trees all did not want to go down, obscuring the house and the open window on the top floor.
Finally, Dmitriev found himself at the correct height. However, the window sill was empty. Most likely, she went downstairs to the room in the arms of his red-haired friend. It's disappointing. He even felt a slight pang of jealousy, remembering how the red-haired pressed to her face girlish body. Although, as it was before they could be wrong?
Eugene Savelyevich this winter turned forty. Age sort of like not critical, to retirement yet oh-oh-oh how much, but did you go in the morning began to come to the head sad thoughts. In addition, the reason for them was enough. Somehow everything in life has not taken place, did not happen. He did not become a tough businessman, an entrepreneur or a business, not to save money and in family matters is not that God knows ... However, for ten years Dmitriev runs a small park in the center of town working, but is it a career? No, he thought again, you have to change something. Maybe drop everything and start over? Find here such a young and slender, standing at the open window in an unbuttoned robe, and he would look at her and admired.
Lyrical thoughts were interrupted by the sudden and wild, almost animal cry. Eugene Savelievich did not even realize at first what had happened, and then, finding the eyes of a familiar window, horrified.
The girl, whom he had just admired, hung in the air, clutching the hands of the sill. She tried to get up, get into the open window, struggling to her feet, but her strength is clearly not enough.
- And where is her boyfriend? Ryzhyi-where? - Dmitriev cried as if someone could hear it here on earth.
Indeed, the red to be seen. He was not put out the window, bowed his strong palms of her hands, trying not to drag her into the room.
- Yes, what is it ?! - Shouted Dmitriev, already beside himself, twitching in the booth, and not having the slightest idea what to do. We ought to call, to call someone ... rescue workers, firefighters, police, "whip"... But how can call if the next machine in the office, on his desk, three hundred meters from the carousel, and a mobile phone, and never did.
The house began to open windows, balconies, neighbors leaned out of the head, more and more women in the wound on curlers hair wet so children with bulging eyes in horror and curiosity.
Another attempt to get up. She apparently collected all the forces in the gust, she puts her feet in some subtle eye projections on the wall and hung again. Then, apparently, rested a moment, she slowly, millimeter by millimeter, is not known for what there clinging fingers, began to rise.
It lasted forever, forever. Every millimeter, reclaimed her against the wall, it seemed to take about an hour. Although some there! All lasted for a second, because a maximum of five minutes the wheel again Dmitrieva lowered to the ground. This time he did not say inspector, not even nod. He probably never thought that it would be necessary to go out, run to the phone ...
...When due to the treetops again became visible the open window, he again cried out in amazement - near the sill, his hands folded on his chest, straightened to his full growth of the mighty, playing muscles, was red. He did not say anything, because his lips did not move and did not open his mouth. Dmitriev clearly and distinctly seen - haughty eyes, clenched his lips in a smile, lie on breast strong hands. It does not disappear, all the time was here, close by, but at the same time made no attempt to help.
Eugene looked down and sighed with relief ... she has a greater part of the body lying on the windowsill. Apparently, the worst was behind us.
He did not examine to the end, he took a cigarette, turned toward the cabin, lit a cigarette.
"Wow, is this. And how is that? What have they been? Coincidence? But why, then, the guy did not do anything? Country thy works, O Lord ..."
He took the whole day and, unable to free themselves from what they saw. And in the evening, I went to the house of a friend.
He did not know what it is doing what he needs in that house that says, if you see a Woman or red. But he approached, stopped, raised his head and trying to look through the eyes of the right window. This turned out to make a very simple - and so the window is left open. Now it was drawn by a curtain - a light, almost an air a piece of white cloth. Dmitriev figured that the box near the center of the house, apparently, entrance should be somewhere in the middle.
He walked around the house from the yard. That's right, the house consisted of three entrances and a central access to the yard an attached large vestibule, ... whether the pantry, or garage for bicycles or mopeds.
He entered. entrance staircase was clean, wet after the recent cleaning steps. He rose from floor to floor, not knowing what to do, when to stop in front of the door.
I climbed to the top of the stairs. Well, here's the door. Most likely this. Painted dark brown paint, with ordinary, standard English castle and a black metal handle.
Dmitriev stopped. "So, what is next? What?" - He asked himself, but never found an answer. After standing for a moment, I pressed the call button. However, I did not hear anything. Pressed again, then again - silence. He knocked. First softly, then louder, louder. No one opened, not shuffling steps, he was not heard anyone's voice. "Well? Knock? Or is it better to leave?". But he did not answer the questions posed to himself. With clanking chains opened next door, and she stuck out her old face.
- And what do you want there? - The old woman asked. - There's no one lives. Has long been.
- How not to live? - Amazed Dmitriev. - I just now saw the girl. She almost fell.
- The girl? - Repeated the old woman. - Today? No. No one was there. And the key for me. The apartment is sold ...
- But there's a window open, even a curtain ... - Eugene did not calm down.
- Open? - I mumbled the old woman suspiciously. - Wait.
She closed the door, steps retreated, then, after a few blink, the door opened again, and the old woman came to the platform, clutching a rope strung on black yellow key.
- So what do you want then?
He did not know what to say. In fact, it is not clear exactly what he wants ... But the old woman is not very much and waiting for an answer. Apparently, it intrigued to Eugene on the open window and she was in a hurry to make sure that there, behind the door, all right ...
The castle is not very easy to give in, the old woman for a long time groaned, he pulled the handle, clinging to her his thin shoulders, took out the key and insert it again, and Eugene all stood there and could not imagine what is happening to him.
As if by some strange whim of the time he returned to some of the long-lived their moments. It is moments such short that do not have time or feel, or understand where that was all. And as it was. And then what happened. But it was. I do not dream, nor imagined in dreams or fantasies, but existed in reality, only a very distant, forgotten. That's just an old woman standing by the closed door, whispering prayers whether it, or a curse can not cope with constipation, and he watched it, not helping and not hindering.
Finally, the door gave way. From the darkened hallway smelled dusty stale air in the twilight rooms differed some chairs, a bulky cabinet with dark glasses, ladder.
The apartment was empty, quiet and calm. The windows in the room and the kitchen fixed tightly drawn heavy curtains, floor and furniture even layer of grayish dust ...
- Closed all, thank you, Lord ... And there was no one here. You scare me - the old woman muttered, turning to leave.
- You say, Eugene began - that the apartment is sold, and ... - and he did not finish his thought. There, in a corner, on a chair, pull over to a massive closet, lightweight women's panties were white. Exactly what he saw on his stranger. Another redhead pressed to face them, and then they stood out on her body when she was crawling up the wall.
- Buy you? Now I give the phone and call them.
- Them? - Dmitriev asked puzzled.
- Well, the owners. I do not decide. Well. so long as you look. And I'm going for the phone.
The old woman went out, leaving some of his time. And it was in this apartment, empty, unfamiliar, and understand that this is not so, not here, and not the curtains, dust and could not be, but these panties ...
Dmitriev quickly crossed the room in three steps once in the chair, mechanically crumpled thin white cloth and put it in his pocket, then, is not hurrying on the Rights of the potential buyer, went to the window, the curtain unbent.
The street is still in full sun was shining. And the park was green, and his wheel, that's it, just opposite. He even thought that there, in the cabin there is someone, and this someone looking at him right now. Eugene shook his head, driving vision. It's just a seat, high backrest which resembles a dark man.
He had calmed down and fully braced himself when the old woman brought a piece of paper with five numbers scribbled on it.
- Here, call themselves. Only in the evening, during the day they do not happen. And now, excuse me, once my grandson to come home from school, to feed.
- Yes, - said Eugene - thanks, I'm leaving. - And quickly left the room, and almost ran down the stairs, do not even ask how it copes with the old naughty castle.
He no longer looked at the window. Even I walked around the house and yard not the street, looking only at his feet.
In the bus, his face pressed against the glass, he looked at the houses, shops, passers-by can not concentrate on anything look.
So what is it happened to him? Everyone has seen so clearly, so clearly, and the window and the curtain, and the guy ... However, it is very strange for a long time, it hung on the wall, and rose slowly, as in the film, with sustained effect in any movie-thriller . But the neighbors opened the window and leaned out, and looked, and something completely inaudible he shouted. And now, in the evening, an open window, which was closed. Even the curtains were actually other, dense and heavy, but not white, almost weightless. But what about those panties? Dmitriev reached into his pocket and turned cold. "O Lord! What am I doing? What for? Why I'm taking it home? What I do get that? As I explained, when Katyusha see?".
They lived with his wife for nearly twenty years. Not to say that the marriage was perfect. He often thought about how to be alone, to come to an empty apartment, no one is waiting for the evening, and that he, too, no one expected. And if you would be very sad, get a dog. But all these thoughts were empty, pointless. They were not followed by real actions. All remained unchanged and constant. Even light novelettes (and there was something in all that time, two or three, and all the so-so, almost nezapomnivshiesya, gray and boring) did not change anything, and could not change.
Today, however, these panties in his pocket, even it is not clear whose, and it is unclear why they made excited immeasurably more than all the real and unreal communication.
Eugene had already decided that throws a rag in the garbage disposal, when it will be up the stairs, but do it not - Katyusha met him at the bus stop, with a heavy bag in his hand, and was very happy, has become something to talk, vague and does it uninteresting and he took her bag and went peacefully side by side. He stopped at a tobacco kiosk to buy cigarettes and linger, even for a moment, but his wife grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the house.
- I bought your Sovereign. Here! - She took the blue tutu and deftly slipped into the pocket of his coat. Just there. - What is it? Scarf?
In her hand were panties. ... The wife considered them very carefully, and then gently rolled into a tiny little ball and dropped in the same pocket. Not a word was said.
...Eugene Savelievich morning woke up early. In the empty apartment was quiet. He still lay with his eyes closed, then stood still. Head clutched a heavy cast iron hoop. And where there was supposed to be the heart, something pressed and pressed.
"Well, what you've achieved their silence? His boundless stupidity?" And the answer? Needless to say.
The floor beneath her bare feet was suddenly cold. Just ice. Somewhere touches slippers ... And maybe he did not wear them yesterday ... He do not remember ... And the door is far ... And, perhaps, all that would be great, without these batches, without hanging over a bottomless fine figure. And Katyusha prepared yesterday to his salad, he would have flew out for a beer, and they would sit in the evening by an open window, and the two smoked almost anything and did not speak, and it would be so easy ... And in the morning, as usual, she would have thrown from under the blanket out and not waking up, have waved to him in response to his "I'm leaving!".
He went to the bathroom, opened the door, for some reason, not turning on the light. And he arose. Directly in front of him in the mirror, her face was. That is how he saw it there, in the window, with a smile, with a huge, in polscheki blush, slightly snub nose, and even white with a barely noticeable cleavage tooth could be seen because of the slightly parted lips. And it was the same person. He did not even think that way to remember him. So many years have passed. Almost thirty. And they know, they were not at all. So, sometimes seen, but no, he could see her sometimes, running along the beach, or sunbathe on the huge red towel or bathing in the dark and somehow very terrible sea.
And her name was funny - Esther. He did not think that such names are. Or even if there are, it is only in the books. And now here she was, a long, flexible, and a tiny swimsuit, and it it is so closely ...
The telephone rang. And all is lost, scattered small colored fragments. He staggered, went to the table, picked up the phone.
- Eugene, I was wrong, huh?
- No, Kate, all was well. And so it was. You understood everything correctly.
- You all came up with, say, come up with? But why? For what?
- Invented? What? I've been waiting for this all my life waiting.
- What are you waiting for? What?
- I do not know. I know nothing.
- I come now, Eugene. You wait for me, please. Do not go.
He said nothing and hung up.
Esther ... She leans her head back and her hair so funny quivering on his forehead, rings ... Black hair, hair resin under an unusually bright sun. He did not know until then that generally there are such black hair.
He returned to the bathroom, and all are not including light, took off and climbed into the melting lukewarm, as always, the water. The water was greenish color of the bath itself. He specifically picked this color to the sea resembled each bathing. Kate was still laughing ... "Well, and to the south do not have to go!".
In general, they liked to splash in the warm water together, intertwining bodies, spraying each other with folded hands, soaping and washing soap for ten times, forgetting the kisses, arousing and bringing themselves to ecstasy caresses.
Perhaps it is with this bathroom were associated with the most vivid sensations. He now recalled, he felt a rush of blood, his hands fell to the feet, and he began to touch the hair, where did Katya, before you go below and, glaring into his face with a kiss, to collect palm and cock and scrotum with small and became suddenly hard eggs, and then the second hand to clasp his ass, stroking his finger, and even a little deeper into it a little bit, just a little, but it made him tremble all over, and he barely restrained so as not to fall on a small body of his wife with all the passion. But it would be premature, because her lips began to travel down his body, sinking lower and lower, and he rolled over on his stomach, slightly arching to Katya could duck under it and her legs appeared at his face and he forgot about everything find themselves at the mercy of its odor, tenderness of her skin, her jerks and sighs, he plunged his lips and tongue into the depths of her body and he felt her little tongue circled around tensed member and a hand all continued to travel on the behind and delve into it, millimeter by millimeter, burning fire. It seemed that this could go on forever, or rather no, not so. Just time stops. Forever. But Kate did not like that all came to an end at this point. No smell of his sperm or her tastes she did not like and he was forced to extend the meal as long as possible, trying to bring her to ecstasy and remain not exhausted. And when tolerate no longer had any power, at this very moment, always precisely and accurately capturing him, she rose to her feet, turned her back to him and he had seen it all, open, hot, still damp from his kisses, and also stood up, pressed her body was part of it, entered abruptly and deeply to the root, and now nothing could stop him, he moved in, he pressed his hands to her, he felt under the hands of their own movement there in its depth and from this I light up even more ... and when all was over, they sank to the bottom of the tub and shower included, scattering spray over the entire room.
O Lord! It is only now suddenly clearly understood - all that he forced Kate to do what it taught and what insisted it was only a repetition of old seemed forever forgotten the day ...
He then ran out of the house early in the morning, it was still not too hot, the breeze was blowing, so barely perceptible. He was wearing shorts, they are almost green and burnt and torn shirt on his chest. He ran to the sea, intending only to plunge, to observe jellyfish, maybe catch one, or does not catch, as well, just to see. And then to lie down on a large, hot boulder, dry off and go to breakfast. This morning journey was a common, everyday for him. Only this time he was the one enjoying the sea and the sun completely and unreservedly.
Looking back and making sure that no one sees, he took off his clothes and lobbing legs, ran into the water, trying as quickly as possible to get where deep, where only the head remains above water. He was not a nudist and did not wanted to be seen naked. And bathed in this form in the morning only to boast of his house then desperate courage - as, by the sea, in the south, and without trunks ... Although, I must admit, he liked it ...
He dived this morning for a long time and somehow had forgotten about myself and about the clothes, and the breakfast. It was just great. And the sun and the sea and the breeze ... And when was about to leave, suddenly found on the shore, his boulder, two. And there, close, clothing. "Damn it"- Zhenya was thinking, when the situation is more complicated - they are, these two men have done something well, that he does not see the need to. He froze, eyes wide, and could not even move. Then, a little come to himself, Eugene decided to swim closer. What is there to do? he could not get away - no clothes, hide somewhere and wait out, perhaps it would be better, but it was not the strength. Zhenya dived and swam silently under the water towards the shore. He crept close, almost crawling along the bottom, when decided to raise its head - to look and take a breath. And I choked seen. They caressed each other's lips and hands, stretched out on a boulder, and its black ... (which he soon learned it was her black hair) scattered on his powerful tanned ass. This Eugene yet seen. Actually, it is so little that he had seen more on the muddy, almost indistinguishable pictures, but here - in the light of the day ...
Probably too noisy Zhenya sighed, she suddenly looked up and he saw her eyes. Black, deep, wet, filled with some special brilliance in them there was no confusion, no wonder. She stared at the frozen boy as if his appearance was taken for granted, and in all that was going on in the sea, there was nothing strange about it.
- Well, - said Esther - that stand? Come here. Go-Go. Do not be afraid, stupid ... - And he laughed, softly, very softly.
Zhenya did not know what to do. No go, no, he could not stand. And Esther lowered her head, and now he saw that she was doing with a huge member lying on her guy, clutching his head to the curly hair between her legs.
Probably we would have run away, but Eugene went ahead. Water has long been barely got out his knees, but he forgot about his nakedness. Like a magnet attracted him her hair, and lips, and hands ... He came.
- And you lean - broke away from the guy some particularly low voice said Esther. - Do not be afraid.
Her head lay between Man and to bend her legs, he would have to lie on it. However, this is what she sought, beckoning to her and licking her wet lips red tongue.
He knelt down, spread her legs Esther guy and Eugene was caught between them. He did not understand how she attracted him to her as what she was doing with her mouth, tongue, hands, and then it turned out that he was lying on a guy, she caresses no longer his, and his friend that his own cock enters the something elastic and resilient it is moving to meet him, and there is no way to break away from him. Eugene and was kneeling on sharp gravel and moved in rhythm specified by the guy, knocking knees in blood. But he did not notice this, yet succumbed to an unknown force ... And suddenly it was all over. The end was a bright and strong. It seemed that he poured a fountain of all the accumulated power. That he did not achieve the brightness never before, when everyone was doing only their own hands.
But it turned out that it was not yet final. As soon as he realized what he had just done precisely not what dreamed at night under the covers, but just the opposite, that instead of the girl with him was a guy Zhenya faced a new surprise. The guy with all the more excited and red from the strain member pulled away from Esther, and turned to him.
- Well? - He asked hoarsely.
- What? - Zhenya whispered almost inaudibly.
- Now I.
- What? - Reiterated Eugene.
- The same thing - the guy laughed and clasped his neck, bent to the ground.
- I do not want - tried to argue Eugene, but he was not listened to. Strong hands clasped across the abdomen and pulled to a hot body. Then he bent down to the ground and he felt something wet and hard pressed against his backside. He tried to escape and failed. Then it hurt, but he made no attempt to escape. The guy went into it as deeply as this would smooth movements and began to shake in time with the rhythm of their own. And Esther stood and watched, and this her eyes suddenly became especially painful and embarrassing. Eugene closed his eyes and waited patiently for the final. Then he took the clothes, pulled on shorts and went to the shore.
Everything that happened to him was so awful that Zhenya locked himself in his tiny little room and did not even go to lunch. Parents is not puzzled - child outbid, overheated in the sun ... They went on some sort of regular excursion quiet and satisfied with their vacation.
...When it got dark, and in the south it gets dark unusually quickly and everything immediately becomes impenetrable black, Eugene out of the room through the window, silently, hunched, almost sprawled on the ground, made his way through the tiny garden outside and all also without a break, go quietly and smoothly , moved away from the home.
He knew where Esther lived a long time, five days. For her dog the same day, the first time I saw it and was struck by the unusual brightness and some inner fire comes from her body. She was lying on shaggy red towel in a bright blue swimsuit like a rubber band around her hips, chest, thin line sprawling on his stomach. And she looked at him. Perhaps this view and stopped, and scared. Eugene then turned and ran to the beach.
But it is not gone completely. He sat, hiding behind a bush with large, white, fragrant flowers terribly, until the evening, and waited until she goes home and went after her, came to the house and now he knew where she lived. Moreover, he knew when she goes to bed, he knew that the window never closes for the night, in a word, everything was quite ready for what he's up to ...
When the whole village in the morning talking about the great fire, which burned alive by spa, man and woman, no one, of course, it never occurred to ask who could contribute to the fire. It goes without saying that young people lay down in bed with cigarettes, and here is the result. And Zhenya ran in the morning on a beach all day and stayed there ...
Actually, it is then almost never remembered this story. That's just the sea did not go for many years until recently as three years ago, Kate almost forcibly dragged him to the village of Dagomys near Sochi, pay off tickets with accommodation in the private sector.
And Esther's face did not bother him until today.

To be continued
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