You decide to behave like a stupid gentleman and walk her home

You look at yourself in the mirror again and, shaking your head, leave the bathroom in the direction of the bar. In it, Cristina balances precariously from the top of the stool while she grills the waiter.

"Come on, Cristina, I'd better take you home."

The young woman tries to resist. she gets up and tries to punch you furiously. You crouch down and she loses her balance falling onto your shoulder. Before the noise of the parish you straighten up and holding the young woman you leave a couple of bills on the bar and you take her semiconscious as if she were a sack of potatoes.

When you leave her to the street you put her on her feet and half drag you take her to your car. Cristina wakes up from time to time, muttering unintelligible words. Five minutes later you put her in her car. After unsuccessful attempts to find out her address from her mouth, you decide to rummage through her bag until you find her identity card.

You go to the address that appears in the crossing your fingers that the address is correct.

You are lucky and find a place to park right in front of the portal. You go back to rummaging in your bag while you try to keep Cristina from slipping out of your hands and you open the door.

Once in the elevator, the young woman wakes up for a moment, perhaps because of the strong light or because of the voice that she is counting the floors.

—Tankks, you're a suun, did you know that?—Says the woman and she stiffens again after a hiccup.

“What I am is a fool,” you say to the **** woman as you open the door and drag her into the apartment.

You thank God when you finally lay her down on her bed. The room is quite spacious and although it shows that it is Ikea furniture, it is tastefully furnished. The bed is wide and comfortable and on one of the nightstands there is a Dan Brown novel with a nice letter opener sticking out of it, probably to mark the reading spot. The woman hits her head on the mattress but she is still asleep. You take off her dress to wrap her up and that is when you discover that she is not wearing her underwear.

For a few seconds you stare at her petite, childish-looking body except for her fairly large, round, stiff breasts with luscious-looking large pink nipples.

You caress them and they get hard almost immediately without the young woman leaving the dream world. You look down and brush against her pale, smooth, fully shaved pubes. Driven by an impulse you cover the crack of her sex with your finger and the young woman moans in her sleep.

The truth is that there, naked and defenseless, she is really attractive to you.