Johnny did not understand why he came to this house. It's just that Jet came in the morning and said that he, Ug and Mark were going to spend this evening at a friend's house. There will be four girls and they are missing one guy. It should be John. When asked why he was, Jet replied that the hostess wanted it that way.
They drove up to an old Gothic castle. John tried to express his doubts about the mistress's age. "What, are you afraid of old women," Ug asked: "Don't worry, the mistress is twenty-two years old, she is very rich and just like you, strange." They approached the massive front door, where the valet met them, helped them undress, and escorted them upstairs, where they were already waiting.
Everyone settled down in a large room near the fireplace and talked on various topics, absorbing various foods and drinks. Johnny looked around. In the far chair sat Julie, a long-legged blonde with a fiery look and an infectiously loud laugh. She kept looking meaningfully at Johnny. Nearby, near the coffee table of the time of Louis XIV, Marie is located - thin and graceful, like a doe, but, according to friends, distinguished by great ingenuity in the art of love. Lala, with a fiery temperament and Spanish blood, settled down near the bar, taking on the role of a bartender. She constantly prepared some unthinkable cocktails and offered them to others. On a huge leather sofa, strictly in the middle, sat the hostess of the house - Isabelle, unremarkable at first sight. Blue-black straight hair, cut in a bob, bordered a small heart-shaped face, a black formal dress, as if she were not at a party, but at a business meeting. Unlike Julie, she did not differ either in height or legs from the neck, but she was beautifully built and could argue in harmony with Marie. She was somehow quiet, almost imperceptible, and looked more like a girl that her mother left with the guests, and she herself went away for a minute, than like a hostess who arranges such parties. She did not fit into the atmosphere of this evening at all, but Jet said that under this unattractiveness there was something mysterious, which, he decided not to specify. Jet himself, like Mark and Ug, wandered around the room, moving from one girl to another, whispering various nonsense mixed with jokes and semi-decent anecdotes into their ears, periodically dropping into the bar to fill glasses. John, too, got up from his chair, where he had been sitting nonstop for three hours, and moved to the bar. Having poured himself something not very strong, he again sat down in his place, looking at the company through a glass. Jet jumped up to him.
- Why are you sitting, have fun old man, because today is such an evening. Did I already tell you that every such evening we end up with a "night of love"? We called it that - "Love meeting for the evening." Each of the men must choose and achieve the location of the girl. Girls, in turn, try to please men. Look how they dressed up, not just women, but goddesses.
"Uhm," John mumbled into his glass.
- What are you mumbling. If you sit like a stump like that, you will be left without a girlfriend. We don't sit still. Act while you can. If you want me to introduce you to Marie, you won't regret it.
- Nah - gurgled Johnny, finishing his cocktail and rising for a new portion.
- What a fool - summed up Jet, referring to John's receding back.
John filled his glass and again returned to his already familiar place to contemplate the world around him through the prism of drinking. He didn't understand what happened to him. Usually such evenings gave him pleasure, and he never sat in a seat, limiting his horizons to the area of a glass. He was terribly angry with himself. Why doesn't he really go and make love to one of the girls. Look how Julie looks at him meaningfully. Ug and Mark have been trying to get her attention for an hour now and all in vain. She is pretty, just a dream of a man, not a woman, and this dream can become his. But something didn't let Johnny get up and approach her, something made him stall for time, which moved inexorably forward. He noticed that the hostess also did not move anywhere from her place, occasionally asking Lala to pass her a cocktail or exchanging a few phrases with one of the guests. "Really like a shy girl," he thought.
Marie approached him.
"Hello," she said in a low, melodious voice that made John want to grab her by the waist and pull her close. - Can I sit here? -
Why not, sit down. -
She sat down on the arm of Johnny's chair and crossed her legs as sexy as possible. Her body exhaled the smell of some exotic flowers mixed with the smell of expensive wines from the bar. True, he could be wrong, since the whole room was saturated with these smells.
- Jet told about you, you are a very interesting person.
- May be. He lifted his glass of booze to his lips and stared into it and took a sip.
- I would like to get to know you better.
John silently took another sip and looked up at her.
- I am very flattered by your attention. - and thought to himself: "Is it really Jet who sent her to my soul. He will be fine."
Marie's graceful arm suddenly began to move and finally wrapped around Johnny's neck. He responded to this maneuver with another sip. The girl's face approached his face so that her eyes, resembling two dark pools, were at the level of his eyes. Her lips began to move steadily closer to his. And then John realized that his glass was as empty as a dry lake.
- Sorry Marie, I need to go get a drink.
Marie shrugged and stepped back, giving him freedom of movement.
- Bring me something. she asked.
John made his way to the bar and back again, but this time he returned with two full glasses, one of which he gave to Marie.
- Listen, - began Marie - It is customary for a man to take care of a woman. You know what I mean? All the ladies present here liked you, and any one is ready to spend this night in your company. See how they look at you.
- Not all, Isabelle in my opinion, I'm indifferent, like the rest.
- She's always like that. So mysterious. Its location is difficult to achieve, many tried, but only a few had this happiness. But listen ... - some interesting thought was reflected on her face. - If you manage to win her favor, I assure you, you will not regret it. This unattractive appearance hides (pizdeishn.net) many secrets. Okay, I'll leave you in your chair and with your glass. But think about my words, you suit each other.
And she left, gently swaying her hips. He watched her for another minute, and then turned his attention to the mistress of the house. The kind for all time so and not has changed poses. "Like a fragile diligent girl. I can't believe she has fans." thought John. He noticed that Isabelle was interested in watching everything that was happening around John, and after his conversation with Marie, she chuckled slightly. This cheered him up a little.
Time passed, and soon couples began to form, which dispersed to their rooms. John continued to sit in his chair, sipping his drink melancholy and realizing that he was missing his chance to choose his companion for the night. Jet left first, taking Mari with him. Then, about five minutes later, Lala and Mark went to their apartments. Ug grabbed Julie by the waist and pulled her along. Julie turned around, looked at Johnny with a look that made it clear she would have preferred him, and, stumbling upon a stony expression, sighed and followed Ug. Soon her lovely, seductive figure disappeared around the stairway. Isabelle remained seated for a while, but soon got up too, gave John a mocking look, and left. He realized that the wonderful night was ruined, and it was his own fault, so Johnny got up and went to the room allotted to him to take the unfinished novel, and, going back to the large room, calmly finish reading it, sitting by the fire of the fireplace.
Passing near the rooms of his comrades, he heard the sounds of passion, usually accompanying love joys, and he became ashamed of himself, and his heart sank so that it became difficult to breathe. Anger at himself did not give rest. He suddenly remembered how Mark had said that Lala was missing one man, and therefore she offered to have group sex. But he immediately dismissed the thought as unworthy. But what prevented him from making a choice and now drowning in the waves of bliss? He went to his room and opened the door. Clean, tidy room. Not a wrinkle on the bed. Cold and sad. John took the book and left the room. Walking back along the corridor, he again felt a feeling of gnawing anguish and anger at himself.
Going downstairs with the novel, he found Isabelle there, still sitting on the sofa in the semi-darkness of the room, lit only by the fire of the fireplace. After looking at her, he went to the opposite corner, where he sat down in an armchair, turned on the floor lamp and opened the book. An attempt to start reading ended in complete failure. Thoughts all the time climbed in the wrong direction. Anger at himself did not give rest. He thought that it would be better not to agree to this trip, because he felt that nothing good would come of it. Suddenly, he noticed Isabelle get up from the couch and walk towards him. She stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes. Johnny had the feeling that her gaze was piercing his thoughts.
- What, are you bored? One left?
It was impossible to answer anything, just as it was impossible to tear yourself away from her eyes. The eyes were round, yellow-green, and had no whites at all. Like a cat, Johnny thought. Black pupils beckoned, deeper and deeper tightening. Something in my chest pinched and throbbed like an African tom-tom. After a moment, Isabelle climbed into his lap with her feet, her hands smoothly resting on his shoulders.
- You think I'm scared? Johnny asked stifledly.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied.
Her eyes dug into him like two spears, pinning him to the back of the chair. A pleasant smell of a female body emanated from her, which caressed and beckoned. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, greedily biting his lips into her lips and getting drunk from the smells disturbing the brain. "A cat, a wild cat," a wild thought flashed through his head and immediately drowned in the fiery passion that flared up between him and this truly mysterious girl.
Her supple body flexed like a snake in his hands, responding to his touch. Her gentle hands caressed him, making their way further and further along the body and bringing him to a frenzy. Small thin fingers deftly took off his clothes, excitingly touching his skin, caressing him. Her dress slowly but surely slid down, exposing her shoulders, chest, hips. Johnny pulled away from her lips and lightly touched her swollen, hard nipple with the tip of his tongue, receiving her light moan as a reward ...
Johnny did not notice how they were naked near the fireplace on furs. The fire pleasantly burned the already rather heated body. In the reflections of the flame, she seemed to be the goddess of love descended from heaven. He caressed her small chiseled breasts, her rounded hips, her slender legs. He kissed every inch of her body. She basked in his caresses, answering the same and slowly bringing him to madness with her love. Passion grew, burning from the inside. And then the moment came, he entered her. Softly, gently. She screamed, and her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crimson streaks. Two bodies merged together and became as one, passion raised their souls above the Earth, and they hovered there, between the stars, enjoying this incomparable feeling of divine bliss. The touch of the bodies fueled the storm. Something in my brain was beating time, and the stars were dancing to the music of their sighs. The dance of love gradually reached its climax. And now he has arrived. The walls shook as a deep breath escaped from two pairs of lungs at once. The sound like a wave ran through the two bodies, leaving behind a burning memory. Everything was drowned in the abyss of bliss that engulfed them both and dragged them to the bottom. Consciousness failed somewhere, and John plunged into oblivion.
The first thought, after Johnny woke up, was: "There is nothing like love by the fireplace." Beside him, with her head resting on his shoulder, Isabelle slept. Her face expressed indescribable joy. "Nevertheless, she is a fragile girl who needs to be protected." he thought tenderly. He gently stroked her hair, then buried his face in it, inhaling her scent, the scent of her body and soul. Isabelle's face lit up with a serene radiant smile. Even in her sleep she looked like a cat. Affectionate and gentle, but still wild and wayward. And that pussy was his.
Forever...