- Амата?- Да, привет. – как ни в че

- Амата?
- Да, привет. – как ни в чем не бывало ответила она, сев на табурет.
- Что-то случилось?
- Да нет, просто у меня сейчас обеденный перерыв и я решила заглянуть к тебе.
Я с грохотом закрыл шкаф и повернулся к ней. Она продолжала сидеть, с интересом перебирая мои лежащие в беспорядке на столе бумаги. Да, я не был особо аккуратным.
- Что-то не припомню, чтобы за десять месяцев ты и прежде заглядывала ко мне на обеденном перерыве. – медленно, почти по слогам проговорил я. В горло как будто влили бетон, а где-то за солнечным сплетением разлилось непонятное томление, медленно уходящее вниз.
- Вспоминала тебя на днях… Роач, мы долго не виделись. – она подняла на меня глаза и улыбнулась. Как будто вспыхнули звездочки в темноте. – Честно говоря, я надеялась, что ты составишь мне компанию в кафетерии. Ты не хочешь есть?
Я вплотную подошел к ней, Амата поднялась с табурета.
- Да, хочу. Тебя. – вымолвил я и, обхватив ее бедра, жадно впился в ее губы.

Она от неожиданности прогнулась назад и упала на стол. Разметав бумаги, я прижал ее к поверхности стола, вновь и вновь жадно проникая языком в ее рот. Амата что-то промычала, застонала и, возможно в попытке освободиться, прогнулась подо мной. Я, как обезумевший, сжал ее ягодицы, поднял ее корпус к себе. В тот момент я не думал, что могу поступать помимо ее воли. Трясущимися руками я нашарил застежку ее комбинезона и потянул вниз. Я стаскивал с нее одежду, путаясь в рукавах и застежках, не отпуская ее губы, пока не заметил, что она делает со мной тоже самое. Ее руки, проникнув под ткань моей рабочей формы, гладили меня по разгоряченной коже. Внезапно проснувшееся желание накрыло меня с новой силой. Слишком долго она была не моей. Амата билась в моих руках, словно рыбка пойманная в сети, протяжно стонала и часто-часто хрипло дышала.

Да, это был самый лучший мой обеденный перерыв. После этого случая, мы ни разу об этом не говорили. Да нам, в принципе, было и не о чем говорить. Амата сама внезапно словно бы обезумела. Она могла забежать ко мне прямо посреди рабочего дня, в разгар моей тренировки. Она затаскивала меня в тренерскую, в крошечную кабинку туалета, в подсобку, где хранился инвентарь. Без всяких слов, она находила мои губы и молча стаскивала в темноте мою одежду. Иногда я прокрадывался к ней по ночам. Сон в объятиях друг друга и ее сердитый шепот ранним утром: «Роач, ты перекачался! Я об тебя как об бетонную стену бьюсь!». Я приходил к ней на пятнадцатиминутных перерывах, пока у нее никого не было. Словно дети, мы прятались под ее огромной администраторской стойкой и целовались. В воздухе витал аромат искусственной ванили и корицы, которую она добавляла в кофе. Да, это был самый счастливый месяц в моей жизни в убежище.

Результаты (английский) 1:

-Amata?-Yes, hi. -as if nothing had happened "she said, sitting on a stool. -Something wrong? -No, just I have a lunch break and I decided to look for you. I closed the Cabinet with a bang and turned to her. She continued to sit, fingering my lying in a mess of paper on the table. Yes, I wasn't particularly neat. -Do not recall for ten months before you looked to me at the dinner break. -slowly, almost on syllables I said. In the throat as if have poured concrete, and somewhere beyond the solar plexus has a strange languor, slowly spent down. -You Said the other day. Roach, we long time no see. She raised her eyes at me and smiled. As if the stars broke out in the dark. -Honestly, I hoped you compile a keep me company in the cafeteria. You don't want to eat? I came close to it, Amata jumped from the stool.-Yes, I want to. Thee. -I shouted and clasped her hips eagerly glared at her lips. She startled sagged back and fell on the table. Razmetav paper, I pressed it to surface again greedily penetrating tongue in her mouth. Amata something promyčala, moaned, and possibly in an attempt to break free, bent under me. I, as a distraught, squeezed her buttocks lifted her enclosure to himself. At that moment I did not think that I can do in addition to its will. Trembling hands I našaril clasp her coveralls and pulled down. I was pulling off her clothes off, the hassle of the sleeves and the fasteners holding her lips until they noticed that she does the same with me. Her hand moved under my fabric the working form, petting me on by an excited skin. Suddenly prosnuvšeesâ desire has covered me with new vigor. For too long it was not mine. Amata throbbed in my hand like a fish caught in the net, and often moaned drawl-often raucously breathed. Yes, this was the best my lunch break. After this case, we never talked about it. Yes we are, in principle, it was and nothing to talk about. Amata suddenly went wild as herself. She could run me right in the middle of the workday, in the midst of my workout. She zataskivala me into coaching, in a tiny cabin toilets, podsobku, where it was stored. Without any words, she found my lips and silently staskivala in the darkness of my clothes. Sometimes I prokradyvalsâ to it at night. Sleep in the arms of each other and its angry whispers early in the morning: "Roach, you perekačalsâ! I'm on you as on a concrete wall I bet! ". I came to her at fifteen-minute intervals until it was empty. Like children, we hid under her enormous administrative counter and kissed. In the air soared artificial flavor of vanilla and cinnamon, which she added to coffee. Yes, it was the happiest month of my life in an asylum.

Результаты (английский) 2:

- Amata?
- Yes, hello. - As if nothing had happened she said, sitting on a stool.
- What's wrong?
- No, just I have now a lunch break, and I decided to look for you.
I'm with a crash closed the closet and turned to her. She continued to sit, with interest fingering my lying in disarray on the paper table. Yes, I was not very careful.
- Something I do not remember that ten months before you dropped in to see me on a lunch break. - Slowly, almost syllable by syllable, I said. The throat like poured concrete, and somewhere behind the solar plexus spilled incomprehensible longing, slowly drifting downward.
- Remembers you these days ... Roach, we have not seen. - She looked at me and smiled. Like flared stars in the dark. - Honestly, I was hoping you'd join me in the cafeteria. You do not want to eat?
I came close to her, Amata rose from the stool.
- Yes, I do. You. - I uttered, clutching her hips, stared hungrily at her lips. She arched in surprise and fell back on the table. Scattered papers, I pulled her to the surface of the table, again and again eagerly penetrating tongue into her mouth. Amata grunted, groaned, and perhaps in an attempt to free himself, buckled beneath me. I, like mad, grabbed her buttocks, lifted her body to him. At that moment I did not think I could do against her will. With shaking hands, I fumbled for the clasp of her overalls and pulled down. I was pulling off her clothes, getting tangled in sleeves and fasteners without releasing her lips until he saw what she was doing with me the same thing. Her hands, penetrating beneath the fabric of my working form, stroked my heated skin. Suddenly awakened desire has covered me with renewed vigor. It was not my too long. Amata struggled in my arms like a fish caught in a net, a long, moaning and often-often breathed huskily. Yes, it was the best my lunch break. After that, we never talked about it. Yes, we, in principle, it was not much to talk about. Amata she suddenly seemed to have gone mad. She might run into me in the middle of the working day, in the middle of my workout. She dragged me into coaching in the tiny toilet cubicle in the back room, where it was stored inventory. Without any words, she found my lips in silence and was pulling my clothes in the dark. Sometimes I sneak to her at night. Sleep in each other's arms and her angry whispers in the early morning, "Roach, you're pumped! I reported about you as a concrete wall I bet! ". I visited her at fifteen minute intervals until it was empty. Like children, we hid under its huge admin bar and kissing. In the air was the flavor of artificial vanilla and cinnamon, which she added to the coffee. Yes, it was the happiest month of my life in the shelter.

Результаты (английский) 3:

amata?- yeah, hi. - nothing happened. she said, sitting on a stool.- what happened?no, it"s just that i have a lunch break, and i decided to look for you.i slammed shut the wardrobe and turned to her. she continued to sit with the interest they my underlying mess on the table paper. yeah, i wasn"t very nice.- i don"t recall for ten months before you and looked to me on the dinner break. "slowly, slowly, i almost said. in the throat as if put in concrete, while the solar plexus anymore spilled the incomprehensible yearning, slowly goes down.- thought of you the other day, roach, we long time no see. she raised her eyes and smiled at me. like a star flashing in the dark. - honestly, i was hoping you could join me in the cafeteria. don"t you want to eat?i was approached her, amata"s foot stools. the woodwork.- yes, i do. you. - вымолвил i and holding her thighs, you got in her lips.she twists caved back and fell on the table. разметав papers, i took her to the surface of the table again and again why it tongue in her mouth. amata is промычала, started moaning and, perhaps in an attempt to escape, caved under me. i like a crazed, squeezed her buttocks, raised her body to his. at that moment, i didn"t think i can do, in addition to her will. his hands i нашарил clasp her coveralls and pulled down. i have stolen her clothes путаясь well and застежках, not letting her lips until i noticed that she was doing the same thing to me. her hands, infiltrating under the fabric of my working form, stroked my hot skin. suddenly проснувшееся desire covered me with new force. for too long, she wasn"t mine. amata hit in my hands like a fish caught in nets, протяжно moaning and - often hoarsely breathing.yes, that was the best on my lunch break. after this incident, we never really talked about it. yes, we are, in principle, there was nothing to talk about. amata myself suddenly, like crazy. she could have hit me right in the middle of the day, in the midst of my training. she was pulling me in coaching, in a bathroom stall, a shop where the stored inventory. without any words, she found my lips and silently in the dark стаскивала my clothes. sometimes i sneak in to her at night. sleeping in each other"s arms and her angry whispers in the early hours of the morning, "roach, you перекачался! i on you, as on a concrete wall up. ". i came to her пятнадцатиминутных breaks while she didn"t have anybody. as children, we were hiding under her great front desk counter and kissed. in the air the fragrance artificial vanilla and cinnamon, which she put in coffee. yes, it was the luckiest month of my life in the asylum.