German fat grannies. Grandmother spoils her grandson

If you like older women and feel the need for a strong-willed and gentle hand As an experienced “mommy”, the idea of ​​seducing such an adult lady has probably come to your mind more than once. You can be attracted to anything about her: her experience, mental maturity, responsibility, character, facial contours and body shape. Don’t be afraid of this if your interest in an older woman is stronger than your desire for young girls. For you, she is charming and attractive, you play out the most daring stories with her in your mind, so why not try to seduce her?

Unlike young girls, whose life experience is usually very limited, older women usually know what they want. They know what makes them attractive, what men pay attention to, what to wear and how to “present” themselves. This is good because you are much less likely to have to listen to her naive worries about “nobody understands me” or “I don’t know what to wear.” In addition, it is generally more pleasant and interesting to communicate with such a lady than with a capricious young beauty with unformed views on life.

Sexual attraction in mature women usually higher than those of twenty-year-olds. If they like a man, they can easily approach him and begin to provoke him with gestures, intonations, and posture. Therefore, if you feel a strong attraction to a certain person, perhaps this is partly due to her.

How to seduce an experienced lady

The first thing you need to do to seduce any woman you like is to approach her and get to know her. If you stand quietly on the sidelines and just watch her, without even trying to show minimal activity, your fantasies will remain fantasies. Therefore, pull yourself together and act boldly.

To seduce a woman, make her feel special, desired, and show interest in her. Show her that you like her and feel sexually attracted to her, and then, if it is mutual, you may not even have to make much effort: she will do the rest herself.

What problems may await you in a relationship with an accomplished woman?

An older woman usually has her own habits and outlook on life. This is also accompanied by: an established social circle, girlfriends, relatives, possibly children, husbands and lovers, problems at work... In addition to you, she, as a rule, has many more things to do. And in you she can see an eternal “boy” who needs to be raised, looked after, taught everything all the time, but who pampers her with his attention and quenches her sexual hunger. In addition, you should prepare for unexpected, sometimes unpleasant reactions to your relationship from other people. Are you ready for such tests?

Thus, in the course of a study, scientists at the University of Massachusetts found that between the ages of 50 and 65, most women experience a decline in sexual activity or completely cease to be interested in sex. But after 70 years, ladies experience a real rebirth.

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Scientists have found that at this very advanced age, old women stop thinking about knitting and grandchildren and begin to become increasingly interested in intimacy. Thus, during the survey, more than 50% of respondents over the age of 70 admitted that sex is a very significant aspect of their lives.

At the same time, among ladies whose age is in the range of 55-69 years, interest in intimate life only 43% experience it. Scientists believe that the increase in libido is explained by the fact that in old age women are no longer burdened with worries about their career or family.

In addition, there is no risk of getting pregnant. Therefore, ladies focus on their own pleasures. After the bold statement of scientists, men will certainly begin to pay closer attention to old women who were previously unfairly ignored.

At the same time, scientists have found that lonely old women are the most active in sex - that is, those who do not have a partner or whose spouse is no longer capable of sexual intercourse due to age.

However, as sexologist Oleg Shevchenko notes, such scientific discoveries can negatively affect a person. "There is a need to meet the standards stated by others. In other words, if everyone around says that they are actively sex life in old age, then a particular person who is not capable of such actions and does not feel the need for them will feel a certain inferiority." - Moskovsky Komsomolets quotes the expert.

The sexologist emphasizes that the age of sexual activity is a very individual concept. Therefore, you should not risk your health and, for the sake of stereotypes, try to increase libido in some unnatural way - for example, with medication.

Being a young grandmother is quite unusual. Often such grandmothers were very young mothers at one time. Let's learn about the young grandmothers of Brazil and who was the youngest grandmother in history.

The youngest grandmother in history

The name of the youngest grandmother in history is Mum-zi. She was born in Nigeria in 1884. At eight years and four months, the girl became a mother, giving birth to a daughter. The same one also gave birth extremely early. At that time she was eight years and eight months old. Thus, Mum-zi became a grandmother at just seventeen.

This sounds incredible, but it turns out that when Mum-zi’s peers were preparing for prom, she was already raising her grandson.

Young grandmothers of Brazil

The young grandmothers of Brazil deserve special attention. In this country there is a special beauty contest for them. Women who take part in it cannot even be said to be grandmothers. The age of the participants is from forty years. The competition is called "Abuela". It's amazing how these beautiful women they look like they are taking care of themselves. They can be a great example of what grandmothers can look like.

Young grandmothers are made by young mothers

To become a young grandmother, you must first become a young mother. Every girl who becomes a mother at a young age can in the future claim the title of a young grandmother, if her child continues the tradition she started. According to the site, the youngest mother in medical history- This is a native of Peru, Lina Medina. When she gave birth, she was not even 6 years old. There is detailed information on our website.

Young grandmothers often boast of their age. Children of young parents are usually glad that they can communicate with them as with friends, in the same language. Young grandmothers are full of strength and enthusiasm, caring for children is still close in their memory, the problems of a young mother are clear, so such grandmothers often become the first assistants to their children who became parents early.

The opposite situation also happens. Having become a young grandmother, a woman does not think that she should mature age dedicate herself to her grandchildren, she has her own goals. They often motivate this by the fact that they have already put the child on his feet and can now only take care of his own life. Sometimes the word “young” is not emphasized at all, and young grandmothers do not make a problem out of the fact that they are now grandmothers. These women simply proceed from the situation in the family at the time of the birth of their grandson.

Psychologists advise young grandmothers not to worry about the fact that diapers will appear in the family again and so early, worries about small child, I will have to get up at night again. It is important to remember that, first of all, a newborn is not your child, but the child of your daughter or son. After all, children should also succeed, and there is no need to resist this. The task of a young grandmother, according to experts, is to be herself, adore her grandchildren and get a lot positive emotions from communicating with a small new family member. It is important to remember that it is not a matter of age, the main thing is the state of a young and cheerful soul.

The youngest grandmother in the world

Rifka Stanescu received the title of the youngest grandmother in the world. At the age of eleven, she ran away from home to her lover. The young man was only thirteen years old - this is Ionel Stanescu. They merried. Rifka became pregnant and at twelve already became a mother, giving birth to a girl. She named her daughter Maria. A year later, her son Nikolai was born.

When Maria grew up, she decided to follow the example of her mother. At eleven she became pregnant, at twelve she gave birth to a boy. He was named Ion. Rifka’s daughter did not graduate from school, which is why the young mother was worried, wanting a different fate for her daughter. According to the youngest grandmother, she would like her daughter to achieve something more in life than just motherhood.

Rifka became the grandmother of little Jon at the age of twenty-three. She says she is happy to be a grandmother. The whole family lives in the Roma community. Such early marriages are not uncommon there. The gypsies have such traditions. It is surprising that when Jonah was only two years old, he was betrothed to a girl who was eight years old at that time. If they marry and have a child at a young age, Rifka may well become the youngest great-grandmother.

Rifka said that when she was two years old, she was already engaged, but at eleven she fell in love with her future husband, to whom she ran away, contrary to the engagement and the will of her parents. The girl’s young husband, at thirteen, was already working as a jewelry salesman.

The thing is that virginity is highly valued in Roma culture. Having spent her first night with Ionel, she, one might say, “put an end to” her engagement to another young man. The parents had to break the agreement and marry their daughter to Stanescu. At first, Rifka's father attacked his future son-in-law with a knife out of indignation. After a while the relationship improved. When Ionel and Rifka had their first child, the family young man paid the dowry to Rifka's parents in full. Thus the conflict was settled.

It is known that until recently the record belonged to another young grandmother. She is from the UK and became a grandmother at twenty-six. There is a woman in America who became a grandmother at twenty-eight. She became a mother at thirteen, and her daughter gave birth to a child at fourteen.
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"I was spoiled by love" If you think that my grandmother is a broken, vicious woman, you are very mistaken. She is the standard of good manners and elegance, restraint and intelligence. It just so happened that my grandmother raised her daughter - my mother - without a husband. Some young scoundrel, having seduced a young excellent student, disappeared forever as soon as he learned about her pregnancy. Having mourned broken dreams, grandma took fate into her own hands. She gave birth to spite her strict parents, who talked day and night about her shame, and devoted herself entirely to her only daughter. This beauty had many fans, but she was adamant: “No more man will enter my life!” And then I appeared in grandma’s life - “her main man" I heard this phrase from my grandmother probably a million times. My mother also doted on me, but unlike my strict grandmother, she highly encouraged male advances, which is why she often quarreled with my grandmother, who believed that pride was the most important thing in a woman.

Youthful passions We were with grandma great friends. I had no secrets from her, she knew about all my loves, starting with kindergarten. When, in the ninth grade, a frenzied interest in girls awoke in me, I did not know what to do with myself. I always thought that I could make anyone my friend. Maybe it would have been so, but I began to need girls so much, I wanted to please them to such an extent that I simply got lost in their presence. Oddly enough, it was my grandmother who helped me in all sensitive issues. When I admitted to her that I was a complete ignoramus in relationships with the female sex, she taught me to like him. Day after day, we had frank conversations with her about what a woman wants. Granny revealed to me all her secrets, the secrets of her friends, and retold the confessions of others, which she, as a doctor, had listened to enough of. And gradually my wise grandmother moved on to the most important thing that interested me then - how to seduce a woman. I won’t retell all the intimate details of our home lessons about erogenous zones and excitement. The main thing happened when I lost my head over my grandmother as a woman. I begged her... And everything happened - for real.

It only happened once After that night when my beautiful grandmother made me a man, our relationship changed. Not spoiled, no. But since then she never spoke to me on “free” topics and did not even allow herself to be hugged. My grandmother responded very sharply to my offended bewilderment: “It was a lesson, and nothing more. The training is over, you now know all women's secrets. You don't need me anymore." You can’t imagine how much I suffered and yearned for her. It even seemed to me that I was in love. But grandma quickly put everything in its place. I started it very soon - for the first time in my life! - lover. Then she had a second admirer, then another, and it was as if she had burst out. She ceased to be an exemplary grandmother, and I ceased to be an exemplary grandson. And with her light hand I got a bunch of girlfriends and became known as a great lover. But still, hand on heart, no one, not even my bride, can compare with my first woman, beloved since childhood.

Yuri Kuvaldin

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On a June evening, in a summer cafe under the crowns of old trees in Izmailovsky Park, Mikhail Ivanovich was congratulated on his seventieth birthday, and his thirteen-year-old grandson, Boris, dedicated his poem to him, which began with the line:

Think about it, grandpa, seventy is not old...

He composed this and recorded it on his mobile phone while he was walking from Partizanskaya to the park. Boris was seated between his mother and grandmother, the wife of the hero of the day, Tamara Vasilievna, a young-looking woman with a lush, dyed hairstyle.
After the first toast, Tamara Vasilyevna, looking around the table, called the waiter standing at her table and said:
- I want trout fried on coals!
Mom’s father, grandmother’s husband, grandfather Mikhail Ivanovich looked at her with concern and only said:
- Tamara...
But she immediately blurted out:
- And no talking. Understood? I don't want any conversations!
“Mommy, I want it too,” Boris’s mother said to her mother, Boris’s grandmother.
Apparently, Tamara Vasilievna belonged to those old women who know how to command with sweet arrogance if they are obediently obeyed, but who, at the same time, are easily timid.
After several toasts, the drunken Tamara Vasilyevna began to examine Boris with keen interest, until she finally kissed him on the cheek with thick red lipstick and said with a breath:
- How handsome you are, Borenka!
She could be understood, since she had not seen her grandson for five years, because she lived with her grandfather in Kyiv. Now they have managed to exchange Kyiv for Moscow, for 9th Parkovaya.
Boris even blushed from surprise, and during the dance, to which his grandmother pulled him out, she pressed him tightly to her large chest and dared to stroke his cheek with her palm.
She said:
- Well, tell me, tell me how things are going with you at school, what you think about doing after school... I really want to listen to you, Borya... I really want to talk to you, granddaughter...
“I want it too, grandma,” Boris said for the sake of decency.
- Well, that's good. It’s stuffy here, let’s get some air... You get up and go out to breathe. And I'll be out in about five minutes too...
Boris himself wanted to go out and smoke so that his mother wouldn’t see. The fact is that he started smoking a month ago, and he was strongly drawn to it. Behind the cafe there were thickets of bushes and trees. Boris lit a cigarette, turned away, and secretly took several deep puffs, feeling his soul feel even better than from drinking a glass of champagne. In general, Izmailovo Park looked like a dense forest. Soon Tamara Vasilievna appeared.
“What an adult you are,” she said. - Let's take a little walk, breathe...
She took Boris by the arm, and they walked along the path into the thicket. Having walked a certain distance, Tamara Vasilievna sank onto a wide stump and turned to Boris, who sat down on a nearby log. Light dress Grandma's was not long and ended at her knees. Boris listened attentively to what Tamara Vasilyevna said about studying, about choosing a path, about Kyiv and Moscow, but her knees were in front of him and inevitably attracted attention. They were very beautiful, not angular, but smoothly flowing into the hips, a piece of which was noticeable from the side. Everything else was hidden from his sight.
Then Tamara Vasilyevna started talking about how Borya was already an adult, that he needed to know how to behave with women, and he looked at her plump knees with curiosity, probably thinking about his grandmother as a woman for the first time. Indeed, she was attractive, with a fashionable hairstyle, with long eyelashes, with manicure, with rings and bracelets.
Grandmother was short, wide in the hips, and in general was a plump woman with quite big breasts. But the figure, despite its plumpness, was quite slender with a noticeable waist. Continuing to admire his grandmother’s round knees, Boris began to crawl from the log onto the grass, leaning on the log with his elbows pulled back. Grandma didn’t seem to notice, she just spread her legs slightly. Afraid to believe in his luck, Boris timidly lowered his eyes and saw from the inside almost completely her full, smooth thighs and a small part of her belly, which hung in a rather large fold and lay on her hips. This picture took Boris’s breath away, and even what it said about Boris growing up ceased to interest him completely. Afraid to move, he admired the opening picture, and his imagination painted what was hidden from his eyes. Here Tamara Vasilievna herself spread her legs wider.
Now he could not see her stomach, but her legs became fully visible. Since she was sitting with them spread wide, he saw how her wide, thick thighs were spread out on the stump, and, following his gaze further, he saw how they gradually came together. The further between the legs, the darker it became, and almost nothing was visible at the junction of them.
Boris's throat became dry, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and an incomprehensible and very pleasant movement began in his pants; his boy, from a small faucet, began to turn into something quite large and relatively thick, sticking up.
The sight of Tamara Vasilievna’s knees and legs was so seductive, they were so alluring that, forgetting about everything, at first Boris carefully touched them with one finger and began to move them back and forth over the knee, as if he was drawing or writing something.
Tamara Vasilievna did not pay any attention to this, and the inspired Boris continued his task with a few fingers. Seeing that this also seemed normal, he placed his entire palm on her knee. It turned out to be very pleasant to the touch, tender, soft, with a slightly rough skin and a little cold.
At first, Boris’s hand just lay there, but then he began to move it a little, at first by one or two centimeters. Gradually he stroked more boldly, moving his hand along the entire knee. The grandmother still did not pay attention to her grandson’s activity, or pretended not to pay attention.
Then he completely slid off the log onto the grass, and as a result his hand involuntarily slipped from his knee and slipped into the space between his thighs. At first, Boris was very scared, but he did not remove his hand, but simply moved it away from his leg and began to touch the surface of the thigh only slightly, with a few fingers.
Afraid to look his grandmother in the face and that she would notice from him what was happening to his grandson, Boris listened and was surprised to find that she continued to talk about his future. True, it seemed to him that Tamara Vasilievna’s voice changed a little, became a little hoarse, as if her throat was dry and she was thirsty. Having convinced himself that since his grandmother continues to raise him, then everything is fine, Boris pressed his entire palm to the inner surface of his thigh. This surface turned out to be softer and much warmer than the knee, it was very pleasant to the touch, I just wanted to stroke it. And, as in the case of the knee, at first carefully, and then more and more boldly, Boris began to move his palm back and forth. He liked this activity so much that he no longer noticed anything around him. Stroking and feeling the pleasant warmth, Boris gradually moved his hand further and further. He really wanted to touch her hair and move his fingers there. Gradually he succeeded. His hand first came across solitary hairs, stroking and fingering them, he gradually reached the thicker ones, at the very top of the thigh.
At this time, Boris noticed that something had changed around him. Looking up from what he was doing for a second, he realized that his grandmother had fallen silent, and it was this silence that alerted him.
Without raising his eyes or removing his hand, Boris saw with his peripheral vision that his grandmother had closed her eyes, and on the contrary, her lips were slightly parted, as if she had stopped her speech mid-sentence. Here, noticing this, Boris froze, even got scared. But the grandmother did not say a word, but only threw her hands back, to the edges of a wide stump, and leaned on them. And Boris realized that Tamara Vasilievna also wanted him to continue stroking.
This encouraged Boris, gave him courage, and he carefully began stroking her hair, expecting to stumble upon her panties, but there were none.
“It’s very hot,” the grandmother said, noticing his surprise, in a trembling and quiet voice.
Boris was fingering his hair, his hand was already moving in the groin itself, it was even warmer and a little humid there. There was much more hair, his whole hand was buried in it. Then Boris noticed that the grandmother was trembling a little, some kind of cramps were running through her legs, and they parted a little and came together. Lowering his hand lower, Boris finally felt what he wanted to touch. Under his hand was his grandmother's lily! It was incredible, even in his dreams Boris could not imagine it. Her thick secret lips were clearly felt; they were very large, swollen and barely fit under his palm. Boris began to more energetically stroke them with his hand and move his fingers, trying to embrace and explore them.
Tamara Vasilievna’s breathing became more frequent, deeper, and Boris thought he even heard it. And immediately after this, the grandmother herself began to move under his hand, fidgeting with her curvy ass on the stump. She stopped for a moment, pushing Boris back, and slid onto the grass. Her hairy womb pressed closely against Boris's hand and moved in all directions. Under his hand it suddenly became very wet, but from this the movements became lighter and more gliding, Boris felt her large lips parting and immediately his fingers fell inside, into the wet, warm and very tender cave, sliding there, causing the grandmother to scream. Both grandmother and grandson began to move together in rhythm, he with his fingers, and his grandmother with her hips, swaying her huge buttocks.
During all this time they did not say a word to each other, as if they were afraid of frightening and disturbing with careless words what was happening between them. But gradually Boris became completely uncomfortable, his hand became numb, and, probably, his grandmother was also tired of sitting in one position. Without saying a word to Boris, she lay down on her back, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees like the letter “M”, her dress was approximately at the level of her stomach, revealing all her charms. Boris also turned over a little, lay down more comfortably, and moved closer. Her legs in beautiful high-heeled shoes lay on display in all their glory - slightly hairy calves, knees, thick thighs that were spread and her wet, swollen lips were right in front of him. But now Boris’s attention was attracted by what was above, he wanted to see his grandmother completely naked.
Boris put his hand on the very bottom of his stomach. It was very soft to the touch, easily bending under his hand. He began to stroke it, knead it, gradually move his hands up, lifting up the dress. First he saw her deep navel, then her entire belly. It was large, soft, flaccid, some strange veins ran along it, it was quite ugly and not at all like his. But it was precisely such a belly - of a plump, adult woman - that attracted his gaze, exciting Boris even more.
Having looked at him enough and seeing that the grandmother did not object and allowed all his actions, he jerked the dress up his neck, got rid of the bra and saw her breasts. Boris was amazed that she was much smaller than he expected. It seemed to him that it should be large and stick out upward. After all, this is exactly what she was like when grandma walked, and her chest swayed as she walked. Her big tits somehow spread all over her body, and blue veins ran through them in thin streams. The nipples were brown, large, shriveled and stuck up. Boris carefully touched one tit, then the other, and they swayed following the movement of his hand. He put his hands on them, began to knead and feel. They turned out to be very soft and flaccid, but, nevertheless, it was very pleasant to caress them. Sometimes his hands would brush against her hard, large nipple, further intensifying her arousal. Boris was already lying almost next to his grandmother, and she was all naked in front of him. That was incredible!
Then her hand moved, and Boris froze, but the grandmother carefully unzipped his jeans and put her hand there. Boris lost his breath, it seemed as if something was about to break inside him. The grandmother's fingers gently stroked his testicles and the bench, which was very tense and sticking up. Boris experienced incredible pleasure from her movements; the whole world was now focused only on the movements of her hands. Boris even stopped caressing her and simply admired her body.
Then the grandmother parted her lips and said something barely audible, and he guessed rather than heard her words and, leaning over, kissed her breast. At first, carefully, then more and more boldly, he kissed her soft and warm tits, slightly salty in taste, like a baby enjoying his grandmother’s breasts, he took her into his mouth and sucked, biting her nipples. At the same time, he convulsively kneaded and squeezed her sides with his hands, running his hands along the folds of fat on her thighs and fingering them.
Tamara Vasilyevna was moaning louder and louder, her desires were growing. Boris lowered his hands down and began to knead and squeeze her little baby, no longer carefully, but forcefully and maybe even roughly. The Gates of God were all wet, and Boris's hand literally squelched in this swamp. Here grandmother’s arms gently hugged Boris and pressed him to her, then she lifted him and laid him on top of her. Boris felt very comfortable and good, grandma was big, warm and soft. Boris felt all of her underneath him, her native body close to him, which now belonged to Boris, her big breasts, stomach, thighs on which his legs lay. It was delicious.
But between his legs there was a real fire and itching, and instinctively he began to move, trying to relieve this burning, moving back and forth over the naked body of his grandmother. But instead of relief, the itching only got worse. The grandmother also moved under her grandson, her movements were more powerful. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, then lifted his shirt so she could see his stomach and chest. Her bottom moved from side to side, and his legs finally fell from her hips to between her legs, Ben pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. The grandmother was still hugging Boris with her arms, but suddenly she began to move his body down, and he already thought that the games were over, but as soon as Yasha fell off her stomach, she stopped moving Boris and just hugged him.
Their movements continued, but the grandmother was no longer moving from side to side, but raising her butt, she ran into Boris, while his van rested between her legs, feeling moisture and warmth. The grandmother’s moans intensified even more, and it seemed that she was losing control of herself, her cheeks turned pink, her eyes were half-closed, her lips sometimes said something, but Boris could not understand what exactly.
Suddenly, after one of the movements towards him, Boris realized that he was right between her big thick lips. Considering the small size of his teenage Adam and the large, adult size of his grandmother, this was not surprising. Boris’s sensations intensified, Vanechka felt very pleasant, it was warm, humid, and he wanted this warmth and moisture to always envelop him from all sides. At this time, the grandmother also felt it in herself and stopped moving for a moment. Perhaps she did not want to let him go, or some doubts suddenly took possession of her. But after a momentary lull, instead of moving back, she raised her buttocks, and his red-hot phallus entered her completely. It was an indescribable feeling. The grandson's rod was in the grandmother's vase.
Boris lay on her large body, wrapping his arms around it. The grandmother put her hands on his hips and began to move Boris, now pressing him, now pushing him away a little, as if showing him what he should do, and gradually it came to Boris.
And Boris began to independently make movements back and forth, rising above his grandmother’s body. And at that time she began to move her butt towards him, rotating it from side to side, her pubis pressed closely against him and rubbed furiously and strongly. The grandson plopped down on her large and flabby belly, but he felt very soft and pleasant. Tamara Vasilievna moved more and more furiously under him, her body did not remain in place for a second, hugging and stroking her grandson, she moaned loudly. His halyard seemed to fall into some kind of hole, rubbing against the wavy walls of her vagina. They both had already forgotten about everything and entered each other with force. Her plump body arched and fell, forming fat folds that her grandson squeezed like crazy.
Suddenly the tension in the phallus grew to the maximum, Boris felt dizzy, he tensed, and something suddenly came out of him, devastating him, his strength left him. He felt delight, extraordinary pleasure, relief. The grandmother, noticing the tension in his ball, twitched furiously, her thighs squeezed him very tightly and painfully, she uttered some incredible moan, sound, wheezing, and gradually her movements began to subside. Boris simply lay on her, exhausted, and maybe already unconscious from everything that was happening.
After some time, straightening her dress, Tamara Vasilievna said:
- You should know that this did not happen. Never tell anyone...
“Okay,” Boris stammered, calming down.
We were silent. A crow squawked high above them.
Literally a second later, abruptly looking away, the grandmother exclaimed:
- Squirrel!
And then the cell phone rang. Boris, not without respect, asked his grandmother whether to answer - maybe it would be unpleasant for her? Tamara Vasilievna turned to him and looked as if from afar, tightly closing one eye against the light; the other eye remained in the shadows - wide open, but by no means naive and so brown that it seemed dark blue.
The cloudless sky was visible in the gaps between the crowns of motionless, venerable birch and linden trees.
The fluffy-tailed red creature sat on its hind legs on the path, and made pleading movements with its front legs.
Boris asked to hurry up with the answer, and Tamara Vasilievna left the squirrel alone.
- Well, you have to! - she exclaimed. - This is him, for sure!?
Boris replied that, in his opinion, whether to say or not, one hell of a lot, he sat down on a stump next to Tamara Vasilievena and hugged her with his left hand. With his right hand he raised the phone to his ear. The sun slantedly illuminated the forest. And when Boris raised the phone to his ear, his brown hair was lit especially favorably, although perhaps too brightly, so that it seemed red.
- Yes? - Boris said into the phone in a sonorous voice.
Tamara Vasilievna, experiencing pleasure in the hug, watched him. Her wide-open eyes reflected neither anxiety nor thought, all that was visible was how large and black they were.
A man’s voice came through the receiver - lifeless and at the same time strangely assertive, almost indecently excited:
- Boris? It's you?
Boris glanced quickly to the left, at Tamara Vasilievna.
- Who is this? - he asked. - You, grandpa?
- Yes I. Borya, am I not distracting you?
- No no. Something happened?
- Really, I'm not bothering you? Honestly?
“No, no,” said Boris, turning pink.
“That’s why I’m calling, Borya: did you happen to see where grandma went?”
Boris again looked to the left, but this time not at Tamara Vasilievna, but over her head, at the squirrel running along the branches.
“No, grandpa, I didn’t see it,” said Boris, continuing to look at the squirrel. - And where are you?
- As where? I'm in a cafe. The party is in full swing! I thought she was here somewhere... Maybe she was dancing... I literally searched for Tamara...
- I don’t know, grandpa...
- So you definitely haven’t seen her?
- No, I didn’t see it. You see, grandpa, I had a headache for some reason, and I went out to breathe... So what? What's happened? Granny lost?
- Oh my God! She was sitting next to me all the time and suddenly...
- Maybe she just went out to get some air? - Boris asked with a delay, as if thinking out loud.
“I wish I’d ​​come back already, she’s been gone for about twenty minutes.”
“So quickly did all this happen?!” - thought Boris.
“Listen, grandpa, don’t be so nervous,” Boris said calmly, like a psychotherapist. -Where can she go? She’ll take a walk, freshen up and come back... Now she’ll come.
- So you haven’t seen her, Borya? – Mikhail Ivanovich insistently repeated the question.
“Listen, grandpa,” Boris interrupted, taking his hand away from his face, “I suddenly got a terrible headache again.” God knows why this is. Will you excuse me if we finish now? We'll talk later, okay?
Boris listened for another minute, then turned off the phone and put it in his pocket. And Tamara Vasilievna said:
- Borenka, pleasure is everything, exactly everything that is contained in the world, love is embedded in every person by a persistent need, desire. Every person pursues pleasure and happiness and, in the end, finds his own happiness...
Tamara Vasilyevna fell silent, looked at him without blinking, with admiration, and opened her mouth slightly, and Boris leaned towards her, put one hand under the hem to the black bush, put the other on the back of her head, pressed her wet lips tightly to him, and kissed her passionately.