Any names or resemblance to real people is accidental. All events of the story are the embodiment of the author's fantasies in the text, and do not refer to any real incidents. I like walking at night. What can be better than empty streets, constantly muttering in the headphones the speakers of the radio stations and the music on these radio stations are currently running one after another? What could be better than this time, when you are left to yourself, with a bottle of beer in your hand and with an expressively reading favorite books by the author in your ears? Certainly. Night adventures. And I find them amazingly frequently. Or rather, they find me. Here and now, wandering away from sleeping areas and roads on which even at half past four in the morning pass rare cars, I saw the woman going towards me, going purposefully, with very serious face. What is it this time? The woman looked to be about thirty years old, perhaps even younger than she was. Dark hair she reached up to his chest, face with big eyes and a neat nose, harmoniously fit into the overall picture. Here only it is too tense. She is dressed in a long grey coat and skirt of the same colour to his knees on her shoulder, and she hung a black leather handbag. We were getting pretty close to each other, the woman slowed her steps and started to say something. I paused the audiobook and yanked the vacuum headphones out of my ears, giving the rest of the sounds a chance to convey some important information to me. The stranger realized his mistake, stopped in mid-sentence and the beginning of the incomplete sentence first: — Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I really need your help! Imagine, already twenty minutes prowling and looking for people, you Perv... She again paused and winced a little from me smelled a strong odor of alcohol. Well, that's how it should be, considering I only left the big party half an hour ago. I wonder what she wants. - What happened? - I asked, carefully watching the woman's face. Apparently I picked up quite a peaceful tone for the oncoming drunk: anxiety in her glance was gone, gave place to hope. — I just recently came to St. Petersburg, I myself am from Lyuban, the village is like this. I know the city terribly, or rather do not know. There was quite unpleasant story-and here I am, on the outskirts of the city, without money and communication — she said in one breath. I depicted the most sympathetic expression possible, although I did not see anything interesting in her situation. Why did I come here? It was possible to go to the Park some, listened to about the fantastic adventures of the hero, not about the problems of this... - no ... and I need some money for a taxi, my train leaves the station in two hours. Could you help me out, please? she looked at me with a look of despair, able to melt the ice and rascality the most avaricious man on Earth. But not drunk and stingy at the same time, certainly not. - How much do you need, berry? — I hissed, fixing her slipping from the back of a backpack. From such a sudden transition to" you " and brazen boorish treatment, the woman's eyes widened. She stood so still for a few seconds, thinking about something, but came to the conclusion it is seen that it is possible to forgive such antics drunken man, especially in such a situation, she said uncertainly: — five hundred Rubles... It was my turn to be surprised. Ask a passer-by such money-it should be either with a sense of humor, or be absolutely in a hopeless situation. I didn't even know what to do — to laugh or to advise something... Probably at the face I flashed something extra, because the woman immediately stammered: — Please, young man, what more can I do but ask you for help? We are on the outskirts of the city, it's night, I don't know, well, do not knock the each door of a residential building with asking for help?! See, I really need to be in Loban today. I rubbed my cheekbone with my fingers and stared thoughtfully at the woman. She had already uttered the last sentence in a trembling voice, her eyes moistened and her lips trembled. Make up your mind about pulling the cat's tail. Having pulled out a purse from a pocket of trousers, I counted exactly five hundred rubles and hid a purse back. Do not rejoice, Oh, do not rush... - I'm just not giving it to you. - I showed the woman the money, but immediately clenched his fist. -Do you have something interesting in your purse? — No there's nothing, just paperwork and cloth are cheap, I have nothing to give in return, I ask for help and not on the exchange! she exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow, searching at her. Then, I looked down at her Breasts, considerable sizes, and grinned. Finally, she understood. — I don't... But arrogance, fuelled by alcohol, reached its peak, and I reached for her cloak with his free hand, but she recoiled in time. — What are you doing? Stop it now! — tried to scream the woman, but his voice failed her: the last words she said in a whisper. - What do you think of yourself? - I was seriously angry. — You own a few seconds ago, saying: except for me nobody will help! Look around: there is not a single living soul, it is generally an industrial area, how are you going to get out? Don't you want to make money? It means you don't have to go anywhere, you just wanted to trick me! I swore. The frightened woman stood facing me and cried. She looked at me and said a plea. So you need to finish... I demonstratively stuck my headphones in my ears and headed in the direction I was going before this funny meeting. Networks are placed, I purposely didn't include an audiobook, listening to each rustle behind: from the mad woman will become and to attack me behind. But nothing bad happened. - Wait!
I turned around. The woman wiped tears from her face with a pocket handkerchief. Once again I pulled out the earphones, she said: — Yes. I smiled and approached her. The woman did not move, she only closed her eyes and twisted her fingers. Approaching her closely, I felt a faint smell of women's perfume, probably expensive. With a trembling voice and without opening her eyes, she whispered, " is half an hour enough?" — Look, — I said evasively. — If you don't fight — it will surely fit. A bag and backpack I slung it on land near. Remove the cloak from the motionless woman-a matter of seconds. Under the cloak was a white transparent blouse, through which shines the black bra. The figure of the woman was still gorgeous. "Don't shiver," I croaked. - What's your name, honey? Few seconds, during which I pulled out of the jacket and trousers with cowards, she were silent. When I wasn't expecting to hear the answer, she said Elena. Came the turn and a blouse with a skirt to go with the woman's body. With my right hand I massaged Lena's elastic chest through the bra, with my left I masturbated my penis. The woman began to breathe more often. She still did not open her eyes, but was a bit quieter. Finally, when I was tired of massaging her Breasts, I pulled off her bra and began to admire these two lovely Breasts. Nipples already sticking out to the side-a clear indication that the woman is also excited. Running my fingers over her stomach, I went down lower and lower, until my hand climbed into her tight black panties. I winced. — Damn, are you really there's don't shave? - I asked, pulling off her panties and sitting face down in front of her vagina. Still, I went a little too far: the hairs on her pubis was not so much, although I expected the best. Lena kept quiet. I looked up at her face and saw that she had already opened her eyes and was watching me. Somehow, it got a little awkward. — What's your name? she asked in a low voice, as if afraid to raise her tone even a little. I guess I went overboard with my recent outbreak. — Andrey. Are you interested? -I don't want to be fucked by some nameless guy. I at least want to know your name. I chuckled, not quite sure what she meant. But after a few seconds, I lost all interest in it. Taking out a condom from my backpack, which I always carry with me, even if not on this, but on a similar occasion, I put it on my erect penis. — Turn around, ' I said, holding Lena's waist. That's it. Good. Now bend over. Sufficiently. I put my dick in her vagina and tried to drive them back and forth. The case was tight, but gradually accelerating, I still "loosened" her vaginal opening and our carnal joy rushed at full speed. Lena began to breathe more and more often, after a few seconds, she moaned loudly. I held her breast with my hands and continued to accelerate her translational movements with my pelvis. Blew from nowhere who undertook a breeze. In order to fuck this woman, I chose a place near the wall to protect us from him, but I can see he somehow managed to get here. However,this is only the beginning of autumn, so nothing serious can happen from the wind. I started to choke. The abdomen has already gathered the heat, I knew I was soon about to cum. Lena had already begun to subside, only sometimes involuntarily moaned from the sudden call. It seems that she was already ashamed of the fact that she so easily agreed and also involuntarily played along to me with her moans. But it was too late to stop everything and cancel our "deal". "Get up, turn to face me," I said, gasping, and pulled my penis in a condom out of her vagina. Shell of condom was wet and with it was slipping down transparent tyaguchaya goo. Girl implicitly obeyed. - Now get on your knees... That's right. Open his mouth. — I not want, - quietly whispered Lena. God, what a mess her hair is in. All red, with protruding nipples, she excited me now much more than just naked and waiting for my actions. — Come on! I wheezed. We're almost finished. I have to come, you know? Your time is running out and your money is at stake. It worked. She reached her hand to my balls and began to massage them. I pulled down the condom and started masturbating the cock over her open mouth. Lena's eyes prudently closed. About fifteen seconds passed before her face, spreading his cheeks just a little getting in her mouth, dripped cum. Don't spit! - I commanded. - Swallow it! But Lena flatly shook a head. Swallow my cum she did not want and leaning over the ground, she began to spit. Again the flash of anger, seasoned with a large dose of alcohol — and I've already grabbed the poor woman by the throat. In the mouth it still had remains of my cum, so I looked her in the eye and growled: — Swallow, otherwise it will be worse. But it was the stage through which Lena cross is not wanted with all my heart. I clenched her throat in an iron grip and held her like that until she began to choke. Only then did I leave the woman alone. She was unconscious. Without thinking twice, I took out my mobile phone and began to photograph it from all angles. Now that that is done, I dressed in a few minutes, he took out a purse and clothing Lena and went on his way. She should be. She should be... Only at two o'clock in the afternoon, waking up and vaguely remembering the details of that night, I began to tear my hair out of concern. I executed myself for all that I did just a few hours ago, while intoxicated. By looking in documents the women, I learned, that its full. On — Zaharchuk Helena that she was 28 and that she is from the village of Lyuban'. The first thought that visited me was to find her in the same place and do everything possible to correct their actions, although it is unlikely that I have a house there is such a large amount... Is she there? God, why, why did I do that? All because of alcohol. Because people are differently located to it, someone gets drunk, someone slow. (Porn stories) and I just become a bastard with a set of instincts and a complete lack of brains... Animals, simply put. And yesterday, I just took advantage of a woman's hopelessness and raped her, stole clothes and documents... RAM. I cried. I guess I've never felt so bad. Maybe go to the police? Give up, tell everything. Certainly statements there on my modest name and on the appearance described by the eyewitness, already arrived. For certain... There was a knock. Just... nicely. I'm suddenly having fun. Lots of fun. I took my recent victim's black bra from a pile of clothes and went to open the door. It is a pity that I do not have time to get drunk vodka to the state of the animal, that's really a pity. — Coming!