WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
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So, it's been a really beautiful, but somewhat too hot summer day...
Coming back from work, I take a shower, then, since I've been missing watching a movie, I decide to get dressed and go at the cinema in the neighborhood and see if it has something to offer...
So, wearing a short sleeved shirt and a pair of summer trousers, I go at the cinema...
Gosh! What the heck is happening?!?
All of a sudden, the temperature goes down, the sky is being clouded as I haven't seen it in a very long time, then, when I am almost at the entrance of the cinema hall, the sky starts pouring!
No, I'm not exaggerating!
It's like someone has started pouring buckets of water from the sky, all around!
It only takes seconds before I am completely wet, as if I would have jumped into a pool!
Gosh! This is really scary!
Also, the wind!
Finally, I reach in front of the cinema, where, to my surprise, I find hundreds of people, trying, one way or another, to hide from the pouring rain and the wind, since... the cinema is closed!
I have to mention that that cinema isn't an usual one.
It has a huge capacity - more than three thousand seats - and, from time to time, it's being used by Ceausescu for his congresses...
Due to reasons I cannot tell, the secret services have decided that, since a few days later, there will be a political congress here, the movie night is... canceled!
No worries, if you've had the bad luck to have bought a ticket, if you take care and check, in probably ten days from now, you'll have the chance to come back and watch the movie - that one, or another movie!
Who cares? They surely don't!
Now, as a good citizen, you are simply supposed to go fucking home and... make no comments!...
Well, since it so happens that I do live in the fucking exquisite area, I do have a habit, since childhood, to do not buy a ticket.
Either I find someone who has an extra ticket, so that I buy it from them, either I just give a tip to the guy or lady at the entrance...
Anyway, now, everybody is looking around, trying to find an escape from the rain and the wind, which... just don't seem to stop!
Suddenly, my eyes focus on a pair of gorgeous tits, with very hardened nipples, under a very thin white laced blouse.
Gosh! What a pair of balconies she's got!
And the water has made them be so... exposed!
I immediately start looking for the guy accompanying this beautiful pair of tits, but, to my surprise, it's clear that she's... alone!
I also sense that her face is not only wet from the rain drops, but from the tears provoked by the comments of some punks, who are joking, in a real loud voice, making the girl feel... embarrassed, to say the least...
It so happens that the punks know me, and I also know them.
They aren't really bad guys, but, just imagine, a single girl, in front of closed and locked doors, with a pouring rain exposing your tits...
It so happens that I have learned, since very very many years ago, that whistling and making fun of a girl will never give you the chance for some real pussy...
I don't think too much.
I go, take the young beauty's hand, kiss it, then ask her, whispering, to try to do not act as if being surprised, then, smiling like at a parade, with her hand in my hand, we leave the premises...
No need to hide from the rain and wind, since they have already trashed our clothes and souls...
I keep on walking, confronting the storm, until I reach inside the hall of the entrance of my block of flats, holding the hand of the lady...
The moment we enter the hall, I stop, let her hand go, then introduce myself.
She's Lenna.
"Now, Lenna, since those punks won't be bothering you anymore, you can choose to go at the nearby bus station, or, if it doesn't seem too awkward to you, I can take you with me upstairs, at my apartment, and let you refresh a little, while waiting for this deluge to stop"...
I cannot tell, even today, after so many years, what has made her burst into tears again, but... I simply grab her by her hand again, and lead her towards the elevator.
The moment we enter my cozy room, I switch on some dim lights, then some good music, then quickly bring a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, then two large towels that I lay on the arm chairs, since we really are wet!...
Now, just a few words about the lady - I've never been good at describing women's features - even today, after soooo many years, in fact, twenty five, I still have no idea about the sizes of my wife's balconies, or other parts of her beloved body...
I simply ignore this "department"...
She's slim, reaching, when raised, somewhere to my chin, with a beautiful, but very wet now, black hair, her boobs, as already described, are gorgeous, while her ass and her legs are something to remember...
So, I pour some whiskey in the glasses, say cheers, and we drink it.
"Now, Lenna, if you feel like it, you can go and take a hot shower - the bathroom door does have a locking system, so... no worries!"
I smile at her.
I cannot tell if the cat has eaten her tongue, but she simply raises and goes towards the bathroom, leaving the purse beside her chair.
While she's gone, I'm wondering how come that she's not afraid that I would take advantage of her, or something, including the eventuality to steal her money, if she has any...
Or, maybe, just maybe, she's seen that the luxury of my apartment does not make me fit into a category of guys who may be doing such things...
Coming back from the bathroom, she's wearing my bathrobe, nonchalantly, if I may say so, with a towel covering her hair...
Gosh! What a family like scene!...
She simply excuses herself of taking advantage of my bathrobe, but... as she mentioned, the clothes she's been wearing are... really too wet! Almost impossible to get dressed with...
She also mentions that she has found my drying system, so that she's taken the liberty to put her clothes there, hoping that they will get dry after some time...
Then, she looks at me, inspecting me:
"Now, you look like you should also need a hot shower, not to mention some other clothes"...
No way!
I simply cannot leave this girl alone into my apartment, and get a shower...
It might be paranoia, I agree, but... this won't happen!
So, I simply tell her that my body is usually so hot, that it will dry my clothes while I'm wearing them...
She looks a little bit bewildered, but... makes no comments.
I just pour some more whiskey into our glasses, and drink.
I've forgotten to mention that while she was having her shower, the rain has stopped.
We keep on listening to some music, for an hour or so, until she raises and goes to the bathroom.
In a few minutes, she comes back, fully dressed, and, smiling at me, she asks:
"Now, would it be a huge trouble for you if you accompany me at the nearby bus station?"
I'm a little bit surprised, so I ask:
"Are you leaving so soon?"
She simply shows me the clock on the wall:
"If the cinema would have been open, at about this time, the movie should be finished.
My folks know that I've left for the movie, so, I don't want them to worry"...
"But... you can also make a call, to tell them that you are all right"...
She simply waves her hand...
OK, I take her to the bus station, and wait with her there, until the bus arrives, in less than five minutes...
The idea is that when the cinema hall will be open again, she will come at my place and take me to the movie...
To be very honest, from the way she has avoided to give me her telephone number, or any information about the area where she lives, I suspect that she's only thanking God that she has escaped in one piece from this "adventure", and probably forget all about those punks and me...
In fact, maybe it was my mistake, telling her that I happen to know those guys, and, honestly, that they are not as bad as they try to look like...
Since, as I've mentioned before, I don't have the habit to buy tickets at that cinema, I have simply forgotten to check if it has opened again, or not - those times, they were simply advertising the reopening, with some ads exposed on some large windows at the entrance - no newspaper ads, or something...
So, it's half past four, in the afternoon, when I hear the door bell ring.
I open the door, and, to my surprise, I see a beautiful brunette, exquisitely dressed, carrying a bag.
It's Lenna!
I invite her in, thanking God that I am alone, meaning that there is no fuck buddy of mine present, and she hands me the bag, asking me to put the wine and the sweets into the fridge, so that everything will be ready and cool after we come back from the movie.
I go to the kitchen, see that there are two bottles of a really good wine, but white demisweet wine, while I use to drink dark red dry wine, four bottles of Pepsi-cola, which, those days, were really hard to find, a cartoon with some sweets and another cartoon, with something still warm.
I open it - steaks and fried potatoes...
Gosh! With such a treat, we could have gone to a restaurant!
Oh, I've forgotten to mention: even the bread rolls are there!...
I must admit that I am a little unbalanced by all this treat, since I'm not really used with girls, or women, coming to my apartment with food - some of them use to bring some beverages - a bottle of good wine, or something...
I bring a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, pour a bit, since we need to hurry, to go to the cinema...
