EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD PUSSY

Two hours after he’d had a shower he started to feel the skin on his face become wet and greasy. A drop of sweat would roll down his backbone at first slowly then faster and faster. His boxers were not very close fitting that’s why the drop would slide between the headband and his body along the tailbone between the buttocks touching and tickling tenderly the most secret spot. He couldn’t say if he liked that or not. It always happened so unexpectedly that all he was able to feel was slight tickling, a drop of sweat in his butt and wet coolness. He knew it wasn’t repulsive but he wasn’t willing to repeat that either. He didn’t feel fear of becoming a gay as it seemed so primitive and deserving attention of those only who really had to be afraid of that.

It was mid-August. Midday temperature was over 35 degrees centigrade. Half of the office personnel were on vacation and those unlucky to work in this conditions used to be late for work and disappear after lunch. It seemed everybody from all offices went on vacation. Partners, customers, even the company manager who had never been on vacation and was considered a thorough workaholic stopped replying to e-mails and receiving phone calls, he had forwarded all the calls and correspondence to his employees. There were not so many inquiries. However, business was not very successful as there cannot be any business without people. And those who didn’t manage to leave their workplaces could just envision those more fortunate be dancing at a disco or relaxing in the open air.

There had to be people to support business in these days, those who could verify reports on oil production and transportation, check the workmanship of all the junctions of this well-co-coordinated mechanism and make decisions. One of these people was a director of a branch company in Washington, Victor. His wife called him chief executive officer jokingly. He liked the idea of being a chief manager instead of an ordinary manager. And he hoped that every dog has its day and one day he would have a rest from this work. But it was not today…

Today he had to work until 7 p.m., then drive home, jog at the stadium, shop for food, have dinner alone, watch TV and go to bed in a stuffy room…

Time seemed to be too long in such a hot day, especially if you had to do routine work. It was strange that in retrospect you would think about a short summer but now time turned into this sticky hot air. Two weeks ago his wife went to visit her parents and now called him every day, asked him how he was doing, what he did during the day, whether he missed her or not. But she never asked him if he missed sex. Maybe she took it for granted that he missed her and wanted to make love with her. However she couldn’t even imagine how much he wanted her.

He didn’t like jerking as a means of satisfaction. But the lack of sex made him feel like a balloon being blown up and ready to blow out any time. His capacity of work increased and six hours was enough for sleep, almost no food was needed. But at the same time images of girls were always before his eyes. They were wearing short skirts, high-heeled shoes… and hurrying to their job places. He fancied himself pulling up a tight-fitting skirt, seeing white thongs which could cover just the intimate holes. In his mind he spread plump buttocks, moved panties aside and pressed his mouth to the tender neatly shaved pussy, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her vagina feeling her leaking with tasty juices and opening towards him. His tongue slid a bit aside to the clit and he was happy to notice her bending the back and moaning.

It was very difficult for him to get down to work after such fantasies. And the thing that troubled him even more was his conscience which didn’t allow him to have a mistress. Sometimes it seemed to him this problem had its roots in his early years when his parents divorced due to the father’s mistress. And he didn’t want to lie to his wife who tried so hard to create a perfect picture of family happiness.
But now the seduction was too strong. Victor was willing to free himself from the desperation which strained all his life. Actually he realized it was that warm liquid in his bollocks that he wanted to get rid of. He knew it was bad to free his brutish instincts but now it was the only thing he could think about. His desire developed into a thought and the thought was going to materialize.

He remembered about a place his friend Andrew had told him. It was similar to a saloon of elite prostitutes but Andrew never used this word describing it. Victor considered Andrew to be the last person to approach to a hooker of any kind. He had a beautiful wife who he was in love with and a happy marriage.

Andrew started the conversation about it very carefully that was not peculiar for his character. They had nothing to hide from each other. They could chat freely about their wives and what they preferred in sex. But for their friendship they would probably become swingers inside of these two couples. But it was the risk of losing their strong man friendship that prevented them from this decision and even conversation.

According to Andrew it was something like an inner club which could be entered by married men only on friend’s invitation. Every member of the club received an invitation which could be used to invite a friend. Handing an invitation to Victor Andrew said very seriously:

- Victor if you’re not going to use this invitation in close future give it back to me and forget about it. Inviting you I guarantee that you are a reliable person who can keep secrets. And I hope you won’t lose the invitation as I run the risk of being excluded from the club. It is something that I’d like the least.

The invitation looked like a business card with Ruby V.I.P. in capital letters. There was a picture of a big ruby and an ICQ number. Today he had a huge desire to send a message to this number. Until now he’d had an inner barrier not to contact with prostitutes. And even now he convinced himself just to try it.

- Hi! – He sent, though he didn’t hope for an answer.

- Hello! Send your ID number, please, - was the reply a few minutes later.

Victor typed the number and waited.

- What’s the name of a person who gave you this number?

- Andrew.

Then he received an address and time – today at 7. He could ask questions only face to face. So, he had no choice. Though you always have a choice. He could refuse and stay at home. But in this case he could do a bad turn to Andrew. He knew he was trying to find excuses for what he was doing. Victor smiled. “I’ll go there just to look at the place, it doesn’t make me stay or something…