Hymn to Toys
Two hours in the car and five hours of flight — not counting the Aeroexpress — and here it is — MOSCOW…
The girls had been bound by a genuine friendship for over ten years, a friendship that had sprouted even before Alina's departure from a small Siberian town to the nearest Moscow suburbs. A friendship that had emerged
back in the wild, unmarried, daredevil days, survived the fierce competition between the two attractive young women, and finally solidified when both friends started families… In short — there was plenty to remember… blushing and otherwise…And why does it always happen that way, you wait and wait for something, and then whoosh… it flashes by like a breath, melts instantly like ice cream in the sun… Maybe only the ANTICIPATION of that moment truly exists? There, time is truly endless and stretchable beyond belief…
Days filled with capital city bustle flipped by for Katya faster than pages in her favorite magazine… By evening, her legs simply hummed and begged for mercy, but their merciless mistresses drove them again and again into the night, Jesuitically offering only thin, sky-high stilettos as aid…
On Thursday evening, the plan was the theater. They were showing something trendy. Alina had gotten the tickets a month ago, which, incidentally, was the final argument for Katya's husband and burned all his bridges for canceling his wife's trip to the cultural center at the last minute. Alina had immediately warned Katya that they would be at the theater with her friend, and after that, dinner and… depending on circumstances… Igor, Alina's friend, seemed quite a normal man to Katya, adequate and sociable. Well-dressed, with good manners, he inspired a sense of trust and reliability. Some initial uncertainty and nervousness in Katya, born from a feeling of her provincialism, vanished as if by magic. The conversation flowed naturally, and by the second intermission, everyone felt as if they had known each other for a hundred years.
A friendly dinner further strengthened this feeling of mutual affection, sealing it with champagne and polishing the last rough edges of awkwardness with a bottle of red wine. The discussion of the play, which told the story of a modern woman, bored and stuck in the routine of years of married life, meeting several men simultaneously, smoothly steered the conversation into a piquantly exciting direction. Usually, one doesn't really want to interrupt such a topic for the silly reason of a suddenly finished half-hour of dessert and two cups of coffee already drunk. Therefore, Igor's suggestion to continue the topic in a nearby hotel room with a bottle of port, instead of dragging back to Butovo, was met with enthusiasm. Thanks to the internet — praise and glory to it! — everything was instantly organized, and within just half an hour, the company was enjoying the view of evening Moscow from the window of a hotel on the eighteenth floor in the center.
The view was truly impressive and mesmerizing. For a moment, Katya's breath was taken away by surprise… Buildings illuminated in various fantastic colors parted like mountains, revealing canyons through which red and white streams of cars flowed, twisting and winding in different directions… The picture was absolutely surreal… Nothing came to the Siberian woman's mind except the word "BEAUTY," surfacing from the depths of childhood memory and borrowed from a popular movie character. Igor turned off the light and stood close-close behind the women, placing a hand on Alina's waist, giving them the opportunity to admire the beautiful view. In complete silence, only the breathing of all three could be heard… Katya caught Igor's breath behind her over her right ear, felt the warmth of that stream on her skin, and so the fantastic, exciting view became somehow three-dimensional, like a 3D picture… and even more exciting…
— So, after all, what do women need more — some kind of disembodied emotions or, after all, physical sensations, specific fucking? What's more important? — Igor continued the conversation interrupted by the move from the restaurant, pouring a little port for everyone into various vessels found in the minibar…
— But can they exist one without the other? — Katya pondered — It seems to me they can't exist separately…
— How can they not… Take an erotic story, for example… we read it and, in principle, don't experience new physical sensations… although we can be aroused and even reach orgasm, — Igor parried.
Meanwhile, Alina, having kicked off the shoes that had become annoying over the last hours, cozily settled her feet on the large sofa and was clearly enjoying it. Igor sat down next to her and with a nod invited Katya to take a seat on the other side of the sofa. Looking at Alina, Katya also took off her high-platform shoes, bought specially for this trip at a trendy store in the regional center, and also settled on the sofa with everyone. It turned out somehow not cramped, but snug, so that everyone could, if they wished, touch each other with a hand.
— But it seems to me that we need emotions more… So that it tears and flattens us… After all, in the family, we don't stop stroking and touching, but something in the soul already starts to be missing… You touch your husband — he's the same as he was… hasn't gone anywhere or changed… but the emotions are already completely different, — Alina spoke up, savoring the sweetish taste of Portuguese wine.
— Oh, come on, Alka, where will they come from, these new emotions of yours, if you don't touch someone or someone doesn't grab you! NO emotions can replace a living person… — Katya insisted militantly and provocatively, — a person has a smell, a voice… they are soft and warm… What emotions can replace all that?
— Well, yes, of course, when two people have the possibility of physical contact, it's easier to express and do what you want… But what if there's no possibility? Let's imagine both are so proper that they don't allow bodily contact and sex for some reason… — Igor's hand, uttering this phrase, moving along Alina's thigh, had already crept somewhere into the shadow under her dress, clearly contradicting what was being said, — … Not that they wouldn't hold hands, but to get into bed… and… go all the way… But are such emotions obtained with other men enough to make life colorful again? It seems harmless… These images in the head, can they replace reality?
— Oh, come on, if everything were solved just by stories or theater… You go to the theater, get emotional, and — BAM! Desire for your spouse again, like at 20… How do you guys say it — STOOD UP?… No, that can't work… — Katya explained, watching the movement of the man's hand out of the corner of her eye, — If you feel like you're going crazy from boredom — you need to fix it specifically… I completely understand the heroine of the play…
As usual, such arguments don't lead to any result, and in general, they don't require a result… Their goal is to express what interests you and what you've long wanted to express, citing examples of your own experience as if abstract, savoring and sucking on them like fingers soiled with chocolate. Katya, like a true materialist, asserted that without specific physical connection, no illusory world of fantasies and images could satisfy and satiate a person's hidden carnal desires, probably implying women in general and… herself. Alina, on the contrary, was convinced of the ability of the three Graces to bring interest and pleasure into a person's life and lead them out of the daily routine of existence without the participation of that lustful and vile freak Eros. Igor insisted that these ladies, coming to each of us like harmless goody-goodies, would force us by deception to immediately carnally and sinfully copulate and stain our immortal souls. But this sin and this self-deception are necessary and already genetically embedded in us. And also, as a real man, fascinated by technology and close to it, he tried to convince the friends that modernity had already erased the concepts of infidelity and today everyone has a million other ways to find physical satisfaction without selling their soul to the Devil… Something like that… it seems… if Katya understood it correctly…
— I have a proposal! I propose to conduct an experiment on disembodied receipt of emotions to diversify life experience! — Igor lit up. — I guarantee the absence of sexual contact… only pure emotions! Ready?
Katya glanced at her friend. She remembered all the nonsense with which her friend had explained her recent separation from her husband… or separation… or such a stage — to live apart for a while… Kind of murky. Yes, and about Igor, she said he was unusual, but… VERY GOOD and it's never boring with him… Alina at that time was smiling dreamily and either enjoying Igor's fingers or was a little tipsy…
"Are we the timid type? Easy! An experiment, so an experiment… Let's see what Moscow entertains itself with here…" thought Katya.
— Okay, let's have your experiment, — Katya said decisively, and Alina silently nodded.
— Okay! Then listen to me and participate to the best of your ability, — Igor smiled.
The briefing was conducted by Igor with each woman personally, fortunately the bedroom in the room was separate. Katya was briefed second, after Alina.
Igor told Katya that they would now travel to the sixteenth century, to the times of the Inquisition, and she would have to watch the extraction of a confession from a captured witch… Only watch… But if Katya took off her dress and put on this fluffy robe… that would be better… Though you can stay in the dress…
— When you're ready — say so! And… and don't be afraid, please, of anything… — he concluded his briefing.
Curiosity tore at the young woman… Some adventure was very close, she could feel it with her skin. Better without a dress? Yes, easy! Especially since her underwear was pretty, well… just in case… What was he planning? What sixteenth century?
Questions, questions… Without further thought, Katya slipped off her dress, carefully placed it on a chair, and climbed into the pleasant hotel robe, a bit big for her but very soft. Igor's confidence, Alina's calmness and support, and, of course, the alcohol consumed eliminated any doubts and uncertainty.
Igor and Alina, clad in a similar robe, went into the bathroom. Igor carried a small sports bag he had taken from the car. Soon, the sound of softly flowing water could be heard from there…
— I'm ready, — Katya exhaled when Igor appeared from the bathroom door.
— Yes, I see, — said the man and, lightly embracing her shoulders, led her to the bathroom, — Everything okay?
Katya nodded, although her heart beat stronger and stronger with each step towards the bathroom…
But curiosity… It sucked somewhere in the lower abdomen, and it just made her head spin!… Though maybe it was from the alcohol after all? Katya hadn't felt such a state in a long time… It last occurred a long time ago, when after dances she would go home with some just-met cute guy… And that only happened a couple of times…
It turned out the light in the bathroom wasn't on. All illumination consisted of a couple of small candles in standard aluminum cups. They stood on the floor in the very corner and flickered with a weak flame, dancing to the rhythm of air movements in the small room.
In this dim light, she made out Alina. Her friend was completely naked, standing with her back pressed against the gleaming chrome radiator hanging on the wall, her arms pulled back behind her head. A black velvet blindfold was over her eyes. Katya was stunned by this scene, but pushed from behind by the man, she walked to a small stool standing at arm's length from her naked friend. Like an automaton, she obeyed Igor, who carefully removed the robe from her shoulders and threw it on the floor under her feet.
— Need to do it like this, — the man whispered and, pressing slightly on her shoulders, seated the half-naked woman on the stool. He leaned behind Katya's back, and she felt handcuffs click onto her wrists, fixing her hands behind her back and limiting movement.
Igor left…
Igor entered. The only clothing on him was swim trunks. He turned and began to leisurely rearrange something on the table near the sink. Katya suddenly realized these were sex toys… She had never seen such things before. And honestly, she had only seen something on porn channels, which she and her husband had watched a few times… And they hadn't watched together in a long time… All that remained in the first romantic years of their married life and somehow disappeared after the birth of their first child… Maybe they grew up?
But now these objects in Igor's hands aroused interest and… excitement…
Choosing a medium-sized vibrator from his small collection, the man approached Alina. He was so close to Katya's face that she could smell his skin and feel the warmth of his body, not thickly covered with dark hair… Of course, the woman's eyes couldn't help but stop at the dignity protruding from the trunks… Her eye just fell there… Right in front of Katya's face, Igor turned on the toy. The pinkish object seemed to come alive and began to intermittently describe circles in the air, moving alternately in each direction and buzzing intermittently… Now all the woman's attention was gathered on this strange, unfamiliar object, attracting her gaze like a magnet.
Igor brought the buzzing vibrator to Alina's neck and began to slowly and smoothly run it over the young woman's skin, as if stroking her… Lingering longer on some parts of the body, he methodically and carefully went from the ears down the neck and shoulders… then along the raised and bent arms, along the sides to the waist… When the vibrator began to softly but confidently massage the breasts and nipples, it seemed to Katya that a wave of goosebumps ran over Alina's body… Hypnotized by this rotation, Katya couldn't take her eyes off the rotating head… Pleasant warmth began to gather somewhere at the top of her thighs…
Descending lower and lower in his massage, Igor, with a commanding movement, spread Alina's thighs and, continuing to hold the vibrator with one hand, slid his palm right between her legs. He was absorbed in this, his trunks no longer hid his arousal… They bulged, ready to release the dragon lurking there… For some reason, when Igor's hand frankly and shamelessly began to feel her friend's genitals, Katya shuddered, as if the man's fingers had plunged not into her friend's womb, but into herself… Alina moaned…
Having enjoyed playing with the pussy, Igor knelt before the standing Alina with her legs spread. Katya realized what was about to happen and involuntarily moved her face closer to see better… At the same time, she practically touched the man's cheek, feeling his excited breathing, which neither the falling water nor the buzzing toy could drown out.
With the fingers of one hand, Igor spread the swollen, moist labia and began to move the rotating head over them. Then he pressed the twitching vibrator against the clitoris for a few seconds. Alina was no longer moaning… She was simply gasping…
— Come on, come on, I want… — she muttered incoherently, shaking her head and trying to break free from her bonds…
Igor inserted the vibrator as deep as he could… Alina thrashed in orgasm… Katya stared at the phallus moving inside her friend's body, tense as a string, afraid to miss any detail… Juice ran down the shaft of the phallus, getting on the man's fingers and staining them… Slow, viscous, it glistened with moisture in the light of the flame, like liquid amber, and dripped onto the floor.
Igor also could no longer hold back. Straightening up, he freed his cock and, paying no attention to Katya, began to sheath it in a condom right in front of her face, almost touching her with his excited flesh. He held the massive tool, veined in blue, at the base with one hand, and with the other applied the condom sheath to the exposed purple-red, shiny, almost lacquered head. For some reason, Katya didn't pull back, although the movements of the hand smoothly sheathing the shaft could have brushed her face. Shiny and hard, clad in thin transparent rubber, the cock for a fraction of a second stood triumphantly and proudly before Katya's lips… Igor, grabbing Alina's thigh from inside, placed her foot on the edge of the stool on which Katya was sitting, right between Katya's legs. Blindfolded, with legs wide apart, shamelessly showing her genitals to everyone, moaning like the last whore, Alina simultaneously evoked pity and… desire…
Igor pressed against the victim's body, thrusting his hard penis harshly into the tender flesh. For the first time, Katya became a witness to such explicit copulation between a man and a woman. It so absorbed her that she involuntarily began to move her pelvis in time with the man's buttocks, pressing