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Snowflakes slowly swirled outside the window, turning my new city into a real winter fairy tale. I moved here just a month ago — a job, new dreams, a new stage in my life. But I met this New Year alone. A small table with tangerines, olivier and a glass of champagne, a Christmas tree with flashing lights — modest but cozy.
It was almost ten o’clock at night, and I was wondering how to spend the remaining two hours before midnight. Should I turn on the movie? Read a book? The thought was spinning in my head that this New Year would be the loneliest in my life.
And suddenly, in the silence, the doorbell rang.
I shuddered. Who could it be? I didn’t know anyone here, and certainly no one was going to visit me. When I got to the door, I looked through the peephole and froze.
Santa Claus was standing on the threshold. But, frankly, not at all the one I expected. In front of me was a young man, tall, slender, with incredibly beautiful features. His eyes—blue, shining — sparkled as if he really had brought with him a piece of New Year’s magic.
—I’m sorry, I think I’ve got the wrong apartment,— he said when I opened the door. His voice was deep and pleasant. — Isn’t this apartment 14?
I shook my head dazedly, trying to come to my senses.
— No, it’s the 15th, - I replied and, a little embarrassed, added: — But, to be honest, I really could use a little New Year’s magic.
He smiled, and his smile seemed to warm me from the inside.
“Well, if you don’t mind,” he said, "I’ll come in for a few minutes. Anyway, the kids are on the next floor, and the Santa Claus costume is already on me.
I nodded, inviting him in. He went into the apartment, carefully placing a bag of gifts by the door.
We started talking. His name was Igor. He turned out to be a volunteer who decided at the last moment to replace a sick friend. He talked about how he traveled around the city to arrange a holiday for children, and how he first put on this red caftan. I listened to him, and with every word I felt my mood lift.
“So you’re all alone?” “What is it?” he asked, looking around my small Christmas tree and modest table.
I nodded, confused, but Igor didn’t seem to see anything strange about it at all. He just suggested:
— Let’s wait for midnight together.
And we stayed. Time flew by unnoticed. We laughed, talked about holidays, childhood, dreams. I felt an inexplicable warmth in his presence.
When the clock showed one minute to midnight, he suddenly handed me a glass of champagne.
"Make a wish,— he said softly.
I closed my eyes. His heart was pounding so loudly that it seemed he could hear it. My wish was simple: I want him, I want him right now, in this suit with this smile, with his strong hands and mouth-watering lips.
The chimes struck twelve.
—Happy New Year,— he said, looking at me in such a way that I felt something like hope light up inside.
—Happy New Year," I replied, smiling.
I was sitting in a brand-new bathrobe that I bought as a gift. Silk, long, and scented—it seemed perfect. The material caressed the skin pleasantly, flowing as if it were woven from water. The fabric gently hugged me, emphasizing the curves of my body. The belt at the waist neatly fixed the robe, but a slightly deeper movement, and you could see how it slightly diverged, revealing the thin line of the thigh.
I think I felt Igor’s gaze stop for a moment. Was it an accident or a reflection of my inner excitement? His eyes flickered fleetingly, almost innocently, but it suddenly felt warm to me, as if I knew what I looked like now… somehow in a special way.
“Nice robe,” he said, and I caught a slight smile in his voice.
“Thanks,” I replied, a little embarrassed. — I decided to make myself a little present.
“You have good taste,” he added, and I felt my cheeks begin to turn treacherously pink.
I reached out to adjust the fabric, wrapping the robe tighter, but it still did not hide the softness of the shoulder lines, nor the way the silk flowed along the body, emphasizing every curve. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but there was something subtle in the air-something between excitement and expectation.
Igor turned his gaze to the lights of the Christmas tree, as if giving me a moment to recover. But I noticed him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye again. His gaze was not insistent, there was nothing daring in it, only a warm, slightly embarrassed admiration that made my heart beat faster.
— So you were really going to celebrate the New Year alone? “What is it?” he asked, as if trying to change the subject.
“Well, as you can see, not anymore,” I replied with a slight smile, feeling my whole evening change just from his presence.
The silk was still gently gliding over my skin, and for the first time in a long time I felt like not just a woman, but a woman who was being looked at with sincere interest.
I don’t remember how it happened, but I found myself in Igor’s arms, and his soft sensual lips merged with mine with a gentle tremor. No, no one has ever kissed me like that… Igor leaned on me with his whole body, I gave up, and a minute later we were lying on the couch, engulfed in a frenzied kiss. His hand slipped under my robe. He started caressing my breasts, whispering in my ear that he wanted me. I also said that I wanted him, groping with my hand for the zipper on my trousers.
He was so gentle and wanted me so much then that it seemed like absolute happiness. Igor gave his kisses to my whole burning body, as if on fire. His hands were squeezing my buttocks so hard that I thought he was going to rip my ass off. By the way, I was right when I thought he had a big household. We loved each other with such animal passion that in the morning I felt sorry for my new neighbors listening to the sounds from my apartment. Everything was just great. But the most important thing was that he fucked me with great love, so that my body still remembers every touch of his, every blow of his flesh, every kiss of his.
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maybe someone is closer to the option from the observer?
you can continue - what exactly did he see
That evening, as usual, I was sitting at home, enjoying the view from the window. There was rarely anything happening in our neighborhood-ordinary apartments, ordinary people. I only recently noticed that a new girl has moved into the house opposite, in the fifteenth apartment. Sometimes I saw her looking out of the window or going out onto the balcony with a mug of tea. She seemed quiet, a little distant.
It was about ten o’clock in the evening when something unusual caught my eye. A man in a Santa Claus costume flashed through the window opposite. “What kind of miracles are these?” I thought, squinting. The man was standing on the threshold, and the girl seemed to freeze, opening the door for him.
A couple of minutes later, they were already sitting at her small table. Since she moved in, I have not seen anyone come to her, and this unexpected guest immediately became interesting. The man was young, tall, and even from a distance looked like he had stepped off the screen of a romantic movie.
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