camp buddy gay sex A common theme was found, so the conversation flowed faster.
they have found common notions, even common acquaintances, Vadim, it turns out, knew her direct employer and made me laugh, telling several funny stories that happened to that person.
The time flew by unnoticed, and the famine stepped up somehow unnoticed, Natasha looked with regret at the remains of the sandwich that she had bought at home.
“What am I talking about?”, The man swung at you completely, “the man understood her dreary gaze correctly,” Natalya, you would not consider it intrusive if I invite you to have dinner? – We will pay in half! – categorically she said.

– Natul! – he imploringly knelt and pressed his hands to his chest, – I’ll stop respecting myself altogether.
The girl remembered the cat from “Shrek” and laughed, immediately in retaliation telling Vadim whom he now reminds her of.
“Ah,” he dismissed, “I forgot with my work the last time I took the girl to a restaurant.”
Let it be at least in the train.
– Then nothing expensive! – Natasha could not resist the charm of a man who liked her more and more, by the minute.

No cheap banging, no courting – just a nice person.
“Good,” he walked first to open the heavy doors of the cars.
They were not lucky at the restaurant, it turned out that a famous group was traveling with them, which was going on tour to Astana and now all the tables were occupied by them and their assistants.
“Damn,” his stomach grunted, handing his categorical demands to Natasha.
– Nothing, – Vadim did not even blink an eye, – wait for me, I will now order lunch to us in the compartment.
“The dining car does not carry food in the compartment,” she smiled at his naivety.
– Natasha, – he hilariously made a face, quite unexpectedly for such an adult, – you cannot imagine the magnitude of my charm. teen sex cam chat
“Well,” she said decisively, “wager?” “Easy,” he replied, extending his hand.
“Tomorrow, the one who loses is paying for breakfast,” she said resolutely, being completely sure of her words — last time, in the same train, she tried to order food in her compartment, but she was sent, to put it mildly.

“I will add,” he did not let go of her hand, “you give me an hour to prepare myself.”
– Half an hour! – Natasha almost showed him his tongue.
– I am in unfavorable conditions, so I’m also adding, you don’t enter the compartment before this time expires! – Vadim squinted funnyly.
– Agreed! – with her head held high the girl retired.
Satisfied that tomorrow would be breakfast for free, she decided to walk around the carriages to follow the rules of the dispute.
Of course, she noticed the time, so exactly at the appointed time she, smiling triumphantly, opened the door of the compartment.
If now a pack of little tigers frolicked in the compartment, the girl would have been less impressed.
A smile, as if by itself, slipped from her face, and the brain began to count the future losses for the wallet on the accounts.
But of course, the general, was her condition designated by one word – shock.

And it wasn’t even the case that candles were burning everywhere, and the curtains from the dining car that appeared from nowhere appeared on the window.
Instead of a folded table in the middle, which (as it always seemed to Natasha) could not be folded at all, there was a real slot – a wooden one, covered with a white-starched tablecloth.
“I ask you, Mademoiselle,” Vadim rose from his seat and gallantly handed a rose to the stunned girl.
“Do you know how to surprise,” she said the first thing that came to mind, “where does all this come from?” “You know,” he made a serious face and beckoned her conspiratorially to himself.
The intrigued girl leaned closer.
“What is missing in our trains,” he replied a banality with the air that seemed to give her the secret of the Mayan civilization.
– Well, you Vadim, – Natasha was offended, but curiosity overpowered, – all right, all this, but where did the rose come from?

“Commercial secret,” he laughed and invited her to the table.
The girl, no longer embarrassed, took his hand and sat down in her place.
Needless to say that all the food smelled and looked great.
But that’s what embarrassed her when she looked at the stupefying steak.
A hunch flashed through her, and she looked again at Vadim, who had already begun to eat.
– Steak is not on the menu! – the accusatory she pointed first to the steak, then to the man.
– M-mgm-MRP, – according to he nodded, specially pretending that he was chewing hard.
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