"Come over and join us for a drink," Sven said without hesitation. "Well I don't want to interrupt anything," she said, "but if you insist." Her husba...d was fast asleep so Sven assisted her onto our balcony. ''I thought you two were a couple,'' she said jokingly, ''a couple of gay guys.'' She had now covered her breasts with a vest but I could see her large nipples protruding through and had a real urge to touch them. Next thing Sven invited her into the room and asked her straight out if she. ’ Harold was already in the car before she was. ‘I guess that’s a yes.’   It was a week later when the Velvet pulled up to Harold’s house for their date. She was in the middle of pulling her phone from her purse when he walked out of the door briefly waiving back at his parents before they closed the door and he got into her car. ‘My father say’s it’s traditional for the man to pick up the woman. He would have let me drive the truck.’ ‘Well you can tell your dad I’m not a big fan of. As she got down from the dais, David casually used one of the only two Russian phrases he knew, "Spasibo, gospodina."Immediately she launched into a stream of babbled words of which David understood none. Nevertheless the breakthrough had been made.Wondering as to her background David tried a name he thought she might recognise. "Bolshoi?" he asked making ineffectual ballet dancer movements."Niet Bolshoi, Kirov," the woman said and executed a few extremely graceful steps.David had always heard. He moaned slightly and pulled away. “Wait … wait just a second.” He stepped backwards, and peeked through the door before closing it. He straightened, but didn’t move any closer to me. Instead he slowly began unbuttoning the white shirt he was wearing. Button by button more skin became visible. Hairy, defined pecs gave way to his rippled stomach and the start of the Adonis lines the closer he came to his hips. He unflicked his belt, pulled and released it before gently unclasping the waistband.