Her name was Erica. That evening it was cloudy in Wroclaw, gray clouds floated low over the city. It seemed that these gray giants were about to catch on to some roof and pour out on the ground in a nasty cold rain. I walked along the pavement, turning up the collar of my cloak, trying to protect myself a little from the cold wind. And the wind grew stronger: it drove fallen leaves mixed with street debris towards me. The first large drops began to drip from the blackened pre-storm sky, and I accelerated, hoping to hide from the inevitable rain. Low gray clouds have thickened the gloom, it is getting dark quickly, but the lanterns are not yet lit. Here a tram overtakes me with a ringing sound – my number! There are two hundred meters to the stop, but I set off in pursuit, hoping to outwit the rain. And I run with all my might, run and look at my feet – falling into a puddle is not at all in my plans. Suddenly, a dark-colored car drives out of the yard – I notice it too late. Before I could stop, I swooped down on the car and, flattened on the hood, finally stopped my run.
My knees ache terribly, and I begin to understand that I won’t be able to catch the tram, my clothes, if intact, are certainly not clean. There is only one thing left – to curse the driver in Russian, with a nine-story obscenity. But I freeze in mid-sentence, because at that time the door opened and a very beautiful woman of about thirty-five, in a black trouser suit and a white graduation blouse, got out of the car. Curly black hair fell in curls to her shoulders, setting off the matte whiteness of her skin. She anxiously took my elbow, inquired about my well-being and invited me to get into the car. Still not quite recovered, I sat in the front seat, lit a cigarette, and only now I saw what a heavy downpour hit the city. My pretty stranger asked where to take me – and I named my area. And here we are alone in the car, fenced off from the rest of the world by a thick veil of rain. The conversation is clearly not going well – something is oppressing her, she does not hear me at all. We are silent, and this silence is becoming more and more painful. “Stop here,” I can’t help it. She slows down and the car stops outside the bar. After thanking the stranger, I dive into the rain and run to the bar.
Already in the bar I understand that I look like a wet chicken, although, however, on wet clothes the dirt that I wiped from the hood of her car is not so noticeable. – Double vodka! I order, take out cigarettes, light up. After drinking, I try to put my thoughts in order. Yes, he acted stupidly, getting out of the car. Now I’m sitting in this bar halfway home, waiting for this damned rain to end, the culprit of all my troubles today. Vodka is both warm and relaxing. Well, the evening is hopelessly ruined, as is the mood.
It remains only to get drunk so as not to notice the wet and dirty clothes, and the downpour. I move to a vacant table and order a beer. And then I notice how she approaches my table – I invite her to sit down. Drinking beer, I am silent and look at the lady. “Erica,” she introduces herself, “Well, how do you feel?” I say that everything is in order, and you should not worry so much because of me. Word by word – and we are already talking like old friends. Yes, I was not mistaken – she really has problems. It turns out that her friend left her, and she completely lost her head. I reassure Erica, talking some nonsense – our eyes meet, everything becomes clear without words. We go. We’re going into the night, in the rain – we’re going to her.
I am happy, because now I will love this beautiful woman …. Emotions are running high in me, I can hardly restrain myself. A hot shower, good cognac will do their job, pleasantly relaxing the body and removing inhibitions from the soul. And I kiss, kiss Erica, my hot lips go down in kisses lower and lower ….
Under my impatient hands, a beautiful female body is exposed, a body of Rubensian forms. My lips caress her full breasts as my hand slides down her belly and sinks between her thighs. My Erica and sex … – she begins to gently caress my cock, bringing it to combat readiness. Her skillful touch excites me, a slight shiver runs through my body. I want Erica to ascend to the seventh heaven of pleasure – and I am already on my knees before her, clinging to her bosom. She likes it, and so do I — I love to please a woman. And now Erica begins to moan loudly, wriggling with her whole body in captivity of orgasm … We give pleasure to each other, forgetting about everything. It was light outside. The rain has long since ended, the clouds have dispersed. My suit is already dry. I had to leave, and I slowly start to dress. Erika woke up too. – It’s time for me to leave. “Be sure to call me, be sure. Naturally, I promise to call and go out into the street. A beautiful morning, fresh, clean, bright, in the east the dawn was already in full swing. A new day began. My Erica and sex. Yes, this night can not be the last! – I decided, – I will definitely find her, definitely!