Snow fell on the city of Ch-ts, mixed with rare autumn leaves, which by this time had not yet had time to fly around everything. He fell asleep in a rather lousy and dirty street, circled in the yellow light of rare street lamps, buried a downed cat lying on the side of the road under him. It was 11 pm and I was trying to get to the avenue to take the bus there. The road led me past the central city park. I raised my head and saw the vague outlines of a ferris wheel against the sky, because of the falling snow it seemed that it was gently swaying under the gusts of wind. Once upon a time, I admired the views of our city opening from it. For some reason I really wanted to jump...
But then I began to visit here less and less often, the park fell into disrepair - perestroika gave people new opportunities for cultural recreation. Now I assumed that there was not a single living soul in the park, except, perhaps, a watchman or a maniac, which we had in extremely small numbers in the Vologda forests. A few meters ahead, in the fence, one could see a hole sawn out by someone's caring hand.
"This is fate," I thought, and stepped into it. Despising all obstacles in the form of thickets of bushes, I broke through to the wheel. Its black mass was already hanging over me. And the most amazing - it really rotated! Unlubricated machinery creaked and groaned, all the more audible in the late evening silence. I went through the open gate to the attraction and saw what I least expected to see at that moment - a girl was sitting in a round, windswept booth of a ferris wheel. She appeared to be about 19 years old. I stepped towards her and sat opposite, the platform beneath me swayed and began to slowly rise above the outside world. I got the opportunity to take a closer look at my random fellow traveler. A black bob framed her pretty, neat face, slightly whiter than that of ordinary girls, her hair was slightly covered with snow, I didn’t remember her clothes, only a long burgundy scarf wrapped around her neck and making her extremely defenseless and soft remained in my memory. To top it off, she was crying. We sat for a while and silently looked at each other. Finally, I broke down and asked:
- Why are you crying?
“Because I’m sad,” she replied and smiled faintly, “I often feel sad at times like this, don’t pay attention.”
I made a face of understanding.
So I'm here to cheer you up.
- I wonder how? She visibly perked up and looked at me with clear, slightly narrowed eyes. At this point, we reached the top. The wind here was especially strong. He ruffled her hair and waved her scarf, making her look like the little prince from Exupery's book.
“Snowflakes in your hair really suit you,” I said.
She suddenly stood up, took my hand, led me to the edge of the platform and leaned on the rather flimsy railing. Below, as if in a fog, a park stretched out, ennobled by the fallen snow. A little away from our attraction stood a small house. I remembered that it was, like, a fun room, and then a brilliant idea came to me.
- When we go down, let's go to the laughter room, - I suggested, - in theory, this should be the most fun place here.
Yes, we will laugh! - she suddenly suddenly exclaimed and turned to me, - but there is no time to wait, let's go right now! right now!..
We approached the border, beyond which emptiness began, unfastened the chain and, holding hands, jumped down ... A cold wind whipped across my face. For some reason, there was no fear, only delight, turning into euphoria. Her eyes burned, she squeezed my hand tightly and seemed to be shouting something. I didn’t understand the words well, shaley from the feeling of free fall. Moreover, we rather flew than just fell. We were carried straight to the house, and I could already make out the patterns cracked from time on the walls.
The earth was getting closer. We were dragged several meters through the snow. For about half a minute we lay embracing and came to our senses, then we got up, looked at each other and laughed. There was something - all our clothes turned white, yellow and red leaves got tangled in our hair. We didn't even dust ourselves off, but went straight to the doors, which swung open at one touch. Oddly enough, there was a light inside. Curved mirrors hung on the walls, reflecting us in the most unimaginable ways. On the floor in the very corner of the room stood an ancient gramophone with a gilded trumpet worn out by time. My new friend ran up to him, twisted the winding knob several times and lowered the needle. An old record spun, and the music of the youth of our great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers poured out of the pipe, mixed with wheezing and hissing.
- By the way, I never introduced myself, my friends call me Windy, let's dance, give me your hand.
I held out my hands to her, she grabbed me and dragged me to the middle of the room. To the beat of the music, we began to spin in place, holding out our hands to each other. Together with us, dozens of pairs of incredible shapes circled in the mirrors. Her laughter echoed all around. The music was speeding up, the flicker in the eyes too. The scarf slid to the floor like a snake, a short coat, covered with snow, flew to the side. Soon, all that was left of her clothes was pristine white underwear and boots. At first, I was even a little taken aback by this turn of events, but after a few seconds she dug into my lips with a kiss. My hand lay on her chest, the other I pressed her to me. She was trying to pull my sweater over her head while I was unbuttoning her bra. Two magnificent girlish breasts opened up to my eyes. The girl lay down on the sent out coat, and I followed her. Starting to kiss her nipples, I sank lower and lower. She spread her legs to the sides, I ran my tongue along the opened triangle of panties. She stiffened slightly, arching her back, and pressed my head against her crotch. Panties were already wet. I took them aside, revealing the fragile creature's oozing vagina. Even if there was something growing on it, it was shaved cleanly. I parted her lips with my fingers and kissed her passionately. Then I went through all the folds and recesses. Windy forcefully pressed my face against her pussy so that the clitoris rubbed against my nose. She was shaking, the state was close to fainting.
Overcoming resistance, I pulled back slightly, making room for maneuver. It seemed to me that the vagina was pulsing in time with the beating of her heart. I licked my middle finger and slowly pushed it in. She hadn't been a virgin in a long time. She sighed and spread her legs even further. I added a second finger and began to slowly drive them in her cave. She groaned languidly and began to pinch her nipples. I picked up the pace and at the same time caressed her clit with my lips and tongue, the second hand stroked her delicious peach skin. At this time, Windy screamed and bent over, almost like a bridge - she finished, finished long and beautifully. At that moment, she was especially beautiful. You could paint a picture with it. She lay motionless, scattered on the floor, combining debauchery with purity. Suddenly the door swung open and a cold wind blew in. Snowflakes flew into the room and landed on Windy's body without melting. She paid no attention to it. I lay down next to her, hugged her and wanted to warm her with my warmth ...
I woke up in the park on a bench. It was already well past midnight. I walked down the alley, thinking about what happened to me, and if it was a dream, but damn it, even if it was, it would hardly be erased from my memory. I was leaving and at the gate I looked back - at the very top of the ferris wheel, the familiar scarlet scarf curled ...