They sat at a table in summer cafe, under the weak flapping of a warm breeze, a cloth canopy, which is colorfully informed passers-by about the existence in the world of cigarettes . On separating them round the table stood two tall on the thin metal leg of the Cup, with the already melted ice cream. Brown blotches of grated chocolate was like something juicy uniformity melting snows of the Atlantic. He smoked, dropping the ash at his feet, and thinking casually about the difference of the temperatures in climatic zones, and undeveloped, rich in resources of the Northern territories - it was the topic of his thesis, which the girl definitely would have gotten bored with after five minutes if the conversation somehow flagged. He was a geologist. For the last seven years spent away from civilization. This is the strategy or some tragedy on his life.
But Mirra herself turned the conversation in a surprising direction.
For Nicholas, the situation is not standard. He sat down beside her at the table, with the intention of... well, maybe there was no intent. He just watched the city, peering into people's faces - a big buzzing, lively city is the same curiosity as the taiga for many years of quiet, and by and large the not an ordinary loneliness.
She seems to be winked at him... No, just right eye slightly narrowed slyly. Smiles.
He suddenly felt awkward.
Nudists... she said She knows these people, but she did not dare to such frankness with nature and others, even if they were introduced to the pristine nature in the costume of Adam. Or eve... I Think she said, still not resolved. Surely his humble presence inspires such thoughts? That's it so not familiar women he first ever release from the apparel. And here, by the way...
He again looked at her attentive, but not wandering her body look: as if photographed. This Pro - notice in the second part, which are hidden under the veil of mystery. He knew how to talk to stones. He saw through them.
Special mystery in her appearance was not observed. In any case, corporal. Tan slender legs that opened too frankly. It is seen that Mirra no swimsuit - deep V-neck front loose-fitting lightweight jacket made from fine fabrics emit noticeable oval protrusion is the same brown as the legs of the chest. But perhaps that hidden part of her whiter - Mirra is not laid bare on the beach...
did I show at least a shadow of a doubt about this?
Now he forced himself to smile. Nice girl.
She moved the trunk of the body to the table, removing the plastic from the back of the seat the pressure of all its not complicated women's splendor, took back the spoon for ice cream.
- Strip nowadays. She said relish licking the spoon cool white-brown mass. And again, squinted, only now in both eyes.
She wants he argued not his usual topic? Please. They're just resting. He drew in through the filter tobacco smoke. He finished today the fifth cigarette. This is the last. It is also inherently connected with nature. The simpler attitude to life, the healthier the body. No frills, that can harm the natural rhythm of the biological system called man, no need to go to extreme measures to change his attitude, change habits. Such a philosophy.
He nodded. What was left of the cigarette still Smoking between his fingers. Nicholas looked at the smoldering lump of ash, then intently at her.
- Why people do get naked in public?
She shrugged, grinning, shoulders.
- Extravagance. Someone really earns it. And so... for the soul, as they say.
- But the motive! - He raised an inquiring eyebrow. For example, I don't find your soul joy or satisfaction in the bodily exposure, and so that would be you staring.
She laughed.
- Do not worry. You still all ahead. And he waited until he weighed her suggestion, he continued. But the whole point is that when you undress in a public place.. Yes, someone is watching, but mostly the reaction of the majority is such that people try to hide this look like something that is quite unnatural, and thus they reflexively seek you.
Now he really was surprised.
- Not to look, but on the contrary?...
She nodded.
Yes. As if to hide you from other unwitting viewers.
It is more convenient pressed to the back of the seat.
- It is interesting. Kind of a shame? Not for myself but for someone else...
She was eating ice cream. Probably took too big and soldered cold cous. Her mouth cringed. But Mirra nodded.
- Yeah.
Nicholas squinted.
- Are you a psychologist?
She enthusiastically shook his head.
- Interested just. It's fascinating stuff.
He pursed his lips.
- I capture the stones.
- Precious?
- Fossils.
She smiled brilliantly again.
- You are not just bare land. You bowel.
He had thought that not bad would be to smoke another cigarette. He almost reached for the breast pocket of a shirt.
Is a strong word, Myrrh. And, shame, no...
She ate the ice cream. Put the Cup in front of him. Looked at him with sparkling eyes.
- Want?
What? - Did not realize it.
- I will undress.
He's a bit lost, but immediately took himself in hand, so even the shadow not of confusion flashed on her face.
- Myrrh, no offense, but I think you have an obsession...
But she already took it off. His hand weakly shot up in a stopping gesture, but, pausing for a moment in the air, flopped back on the knee. Her Breasts were amazing. She gracefully stood up, hung the removed object on the back of a chair like this once wear that is due to excessive heat. It is smoothly swinging movements pulled from the thighs of his short, apparently tight in the waist skirt. Brought General review white lace panties hinted at the aesthetic as carefully shaven pubis. But the sight of Nicholas stared limply in her belly. He seems to have found its not precious but extremely fossil stone the perfect form. All of it was carved thousands of years of lapping and hurricane of the ocean. And the chest really wasn't tanned completely. Nipples almost perfectly correct form. Gentle color. When she touched her panties, he vigorously swallowed.
- Maybe... we should not still, Myrrh. I understood it all. No one is watching.
But she zagovorcheski looked at him and Protocol language, slightly shaking his head, which meant only one thing: no. Panties slid down to his hips, pausing only slightly at the crotch. He looked around at the neighboring tables, meeting addressed to him, surprised looks of the women, admiring men.
Putting clothes on the back, Myrrh village, threw one leg over the other. View Nicholas slid from her face to her groin. He didn't want to. It happened suddenly by itself. Then immediately raised sharply gaze and looked her in the eye. There, shards of icicles caked with a mischievous twinkle.
He swallowed.
- Well.. here... You said no one will watch...
He studiously avoided eye contact with what was before his eyes reach below the neck. It betrayed a vague feeling that it was him and section. Not physically. He undressed her mentally before.
She narrowed her eyes. On the cheeks, a slight smile showed beautiful dimples. She smiled with a sort of weary regret.
- It is.
She bent over, pulled up bent arm, straightened hair. Splendor. It was apparent in every movement.
- I think I'll dress up. If you don't mind.
He wanted to say something, but only inaudible muttered.
Wore Myrrh as graceful as doing the opposite.
He saw her glancing. Sneak. It wasn't a performance, a Striptease. She undressed for themselves. And as if all understood it. But still snatched a piece of feminine nature, to go to ice cream, beer. Nobody made a comment. Because you need to see at close range.
She was beside him, very close.
Good - Bye, Nicholas. Sorry if I ruined your evening.
He only nodded, not daring to raise his head and look her in the eye.
He seems to begin to realize.
He sat next to her and looked at her too closely and openly than it could of decency. He stripped her. He wanted her. Unable to maintain in your mind this frankness itself. He stripped look. She was exposed by the body. Why she did it, he never understood.
But only... And the next day, and years later, he was not able to restore the image undressed in front of him Myrrh. Instead of her stunning body before his soul, feelings comes only educated through her charming smile, emptiness.
Nicholas sat for about five more minutes alone. Then slowly stood up. Fumbled for the bulge of a pack in the breast pocket. Now he lit up.
And this is not essential.