Her name was Erika. It was cloudy in Wroclaw that evening, grey clouds were floating low over the city. It seemed that at any moment these grey giants would catch on some roof and pour out a nasty cold rain on the ground. I walked along the sidewalk, turning up the collar of my raincoat, trying to protect myself at least a little from the cold wind. And the wind was getting stronger: it was driving fallen leaves mixed with street litter towards me. The first large drops began to fall from the blackened pre-storm sky, and I picked up the pace, hoping to hide from the inevitable rain. Low grey clouds thickened the darkness, it was getting dark quickly, but the streetlights were not on yet. Now a tram is ringing and overtaking me – my number! There are about two hundred meters to the stop, but I set off in pursuit, hoping to outwit the rain. And I run with all my might, I run and look at my feet – falling into a puddle is not in my plans at all. Suddenly a dark-colored car drives out of the yard – I notice it too late. Before I can stop, I run into the car with all my might and, sprawled on the hood, I finally stop my run.
My knees are aching terribly, and I’m beginning to understand that I won’t make it to the tram, my clothes, if they’re intact, are certainly not clean. There’s only one thing left to do – curse the driver in Russian, with nine-story obscenities. But I freeze mid-sentence, because at that moment the door opened and a very pretty woman of about thirty-five got out of the car, wearing a black pantsuit and a white blouse hanging loose. Her black curly hair fell in curls to her shoulders, setting off the matte whiteness of her skin. She anxiously took me by the elbow, asked how I was feeling and invited me to get into the car. Still not quite coming to my senses, I sat in the front seat, lit a cigarette and only now saw what a heavy downpour had hit the city. My pretty stranger asked where she wanted to take me – and I named my neighborhood. And here we are, alone in the car, cut off from the rest of the world by a thick curtain of rain. The conversation is clearly not going well – something is weighing on her, she does not hear me at all. We are silent, and this silence is becoming more and more oppressive. – Stop here, – I can not stand it. She slows down, and the car stops near the bar. Having thanked the stranger, I dive into the rain and run to the bar. Already in the bar I realize that I look like a wet chicken, although, however, the dirt that I wiped off the hood of her car is not so noticeable on wet clothes. – Double vodka! – I order, take out cigarettes, light up. After drinking, I try to put my thoughts in order. Yes, I did stupidly, getting out of the car. Now I am sitting in this bar halfway home, waiting for this damned rain to end, the culprit of all my troubles today. Vodka both warms and relaxes. Well, the evening is hopelessly ruined, as is the mood.
The only thing left to do is get drunk so as not to notice the wet and dirty clothes, and the downpour. I move to a vacant table, order a beer. And then I notice how she comes up to my table – I invite her to sit down. Sipping my beer, I remain silent and look at the lady. – Erica, – she introduces herself: – Well, how are you feeling? I say that everything is fine, and there is no need to worry so much because of me. Word for word – and we are already talking like old friends. Yes, I was not mistaken – she really does have problems. It turns out that her friend dumped her, and she completely lost her mind. I calm Erica down, talk some nonsense – our eyes meet, everything becomes clear without words. We drive. We drive into the night, in the rain – we drive to her. I am happy, because now I will love this beautiful woman … Emotions are seething inside me, I can barely contain 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 descend lower and lower in kisses…
My impatient hands reveal a beautiful female body, a body of Rubens’s curves. My lips caress her full breasts, and my hand slides down her stomach and sinks between her thighs. My Erica and sex… – she begins to gently caress my penis, bringing it to combat readiness. Her skillful touches excite me, a slight tremor runs through my body. I want Erica to ascend to the seventh heaven of pleasure – and I am already kneeling before her, clinging to her womb. She likes it, as do I – I love to give a woman pleasure. And then Erica begins to moan loudly, writhing with her whole body in captivity of orgasm… We give pleasure to each other, forgetting about everything. It was getting light outside. The rain had long since stopped, the clouds had parted. My suit had already dried. It was time to leave, and I slowly begin to get dressed. Erica also woke up. – It’s time for me to go. – Definitely call me, definitely. Naturally, I promise to call and go outside. A beautiful morning, fresh, clean, bright, the dawn was already breaking in the east. A new day was beginning. My Erica and sex. Yes, such a night cannot be the last! – I decided, – I will definitely find her, definitely!