28 Visitor

Ann’s soft lips, smooth curves, firm breasts, and ass didn’t leave my brain even in my sleep!

Since yesterday, the smell and taste of her skin have been haunting me everywhere. I desperately wanted a continuation of what we started yesterday! And today I plan to finally pin the beauty to the floor, and maybe even put her on all fours—but first on her knees in front of me… maybe after I get on my knees in front of her…

Fuck! Hard again! I just hope the guys don’t notice, otherwise they won’t understand why I’ve got a boner while we’re unloading motorcycle parts! Sure, I love machinery and my business, but not that much! Otherwise I’ll be hearing snickers about it for weeks.

“These crates go to the second bay,” I point to part of the shipment, giving orders to the workers. “And those go to the garage—let the guys sort and shelve them.”

I walk through the new arrivals, marking orders and the regular fresh deliveries.

“These two motorcycles and that moped go on display—place them in the main hall near the left window. And I’ll call the owners of these beauties right now and personally give them the good news,” I inspect the two Suzukis with satisfaction. They were ordered as a pair by a married couple of motorcycle racers—black for the husband, bright red for the wife. Along with them, they also ordered sets of special riding suits and helmets with custom airbrushing by a well-known artist.

I wonder if Ann would agree to learn how to ride a steel horse? I’ll find out today, if we actually have time to talk. My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing.

“Nazar, buddy!” I hear Alex’s cheerful voice. “Long time no see. Let’s hit some club tonight! Pick up some chicks…”

“No, without me,” I cut him off, heading back to my office to call the clients and tell them their orders have arrived. “I’m done with clubs.”

“You?!” Alex bursts out laughing, almost wheezing. “That’s funny. Stop joking like that,” my friend can’t calm down.

“I’m serious, Alex,” I say without a trace of a smile, stepping into the office and watching through the window as the workers unload the goods.

“Oh come on… Don’t tell me you met some patriotic virgin and you’re going to trade your massive selection of beauties for one single green skirt!” my friend snorts.

“Watch your mouth,” I warn calmly, because Alex knows perfectly well I could easily knock someone’s teeth out just for giving me a crooked look. “And she’s not some patriotic virgin—she actually has a son.”

“Do you even hear yourself? Since when are you interested in single moms? With your standards! And you think you’ll last like that for long?” the guy asks sarcastically.

“With my standards”—the bastard knows I like quality sex, when women know what they’re doing and actually know how to do it. But I’m sure Ann has incredible potential, and teaching her a few nuances won’t be a problem. Especially for me. She’s so sensitive and responsive that I think she’ll enjoy a lot of it… and probably get hooked on it regularly.

Kirill managed to teach Vicky all sorts of variety! He says that even the most skilled prostitutes back in the day couldn’t satisfy him the way Vicky does. Says that when feelings and love are involved, everything feels brighter and sharper.

Well, we’ll see! I’m not some loser who’s going to back down from something like that! Even if I have to show her everything from scratch! I’m not too proud—I’ll show and explain how it’s done. For Ann, I’m ready for anything in that department.

“Listen, Alex, my personal life is my business!” I start boiling over, wanting to shut up the overly talkative idiot. “I said without me—so it’s without me!”

I hang up, because I’m fed up. I still have clients to call and make happy, and he’s clinging to me with his chatter and pissing me off.