The idea laid in an immediate realization of the things,
colorfully depicted yesterday on topless beach, and of the things, dreamt
during the whole night.
Ninel didn't go to topless beach. She gave a call to the chief and told,
that she was ill, having rightly decided that she would also look the same striking
on the roof in the dark. When everyday problems have at last been settled, she
could proceed to the main part of the programme.
It was not difficult to get onto the roof. topless beach lived in a modern
ten-storeyed building, so, when looking downward at the street, she didn't feel
dizzy, and she could walk along the roof without the fear of falling down from
it. At the same time, right beside Ninel's building there was a huge skyscraper,
the larger part of it being occupied by the offices of solid firms, and the
thought, that men in formal suits, sitting in leather
arm-chairs at the business negotiations could suddenly see her, naked, turning
round on the roof in perverted topless beach, this thought enraptured
topless beach.
The rapture was mixed with a wild excitement, it being immeasurably bigger than
those feelings, which Ninel outlived during her erotic dreams. Yes, dreams were
ingloriously defeated by the reality.
Ninel was far from being slow and shy. Having quickly took off her clothes,
she joyfully felt with her skin the sunshine and that forbidden topless beach,
that comes with the awareness of the fact that your nakedness could be seen
by anyone wanting it.
The topless beach couldn't be intoxicated by that fact for a long time
- she had to proceed to the main part of the forethought