It was a long time ago. I was 14-15 years old. I do not remember exactly. In the postwar years there was no equipment in the village. Hay-making on the collective farm was made almost by hand. and hay harvesting attracted both old and small — it was necessary to quickly, in a short time, remove it, put it into stacks.

I loved to ride the hay. Since I was still not too tall, I was usually put on a horse to carry haystacks to a haystack.

An adult, young girl, Nastya Morozova, worked in our team. tall, plump, pretty. She seemed very beautiful to me. Especially liked her breasts, which is so magnificently bulging. Nastya was cheerful, cheerful, sharp on her tongue. Guys, men released sharp words to her and it was obvious that each of them would not mind to play around with her.

Of all the children who worked in the brigade, she paid the most attention to me, perhaps because I was also cheerful and energetic. As a joke, she called me "my fiancée". The summer was hot, we boys worked, rode horses in shorts alone. and there was nothing wrong with that. She sometimes ruffled me on my bare leg, running my hand right under my pants. Ado to say that at that time I had no sexual urges. In sight, I have not yet matured. Although I, of course, understood what is what, and some thoughts on this subject wandered in my head, especially after talking with more adult guys or men, who are known to pay special attention to this topic.

We had a big dinner, two or three hours. This was explained by the fact that the work was hard, they began to work early, they finished late, and at lunch time there was the heat. At this time, who was asleep, who was picking berries, who was just sitting, juggling - who was like.

Once, at lunchtime, I went to a distant forest. I come back, and here Nastya. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest stack: "Let's go, sit, rest a bit." Sat under a stack. Asti's dress rose so high that she could see the panties. The sight of beautiful, healthy, astine legs brought me into some kind of quivering excitement. She says:

- Wan, and you know how to kiss? Have you kissed anyone yet?

I am silent.

- Let me teach you.

She leaned on me with her big breasts, my lips were in her mouth. I felt a strange sensation on my lips. She sucked them so hard that it hurt me a little. Then she abruptly leaned back.

- how? Do you like? Now you kiss me.

I am silent. I could not say anything at all, I was trembling. She giggled, took my hand and quickly thrust it into her pants. I felt a hair coat, so velvety. I had no idea how women had it all, and I remember being very surprised at all that which is overgrown with hair. She grabbed my hand a little higher and pushed it further between the legs. I felt hot and wet. With one finger, I felt a groove and phlegm. She squeezed her legs and my hand was kind of clamped between her legs. I felt some kind of nervous trembling of her body, she seemed to move her ass. I did not know what to do, and with a force pulled out my hand. Then I felt a peculiar smell, apparently emanating from my hand. I never felt such a smell, he was completely unfamiliar to me. She took off her underpants with a decisive movement. I saw all the feminine beauty. Her hand was already in my underpants and held mine, even at that time a small member, which, of course, stood firmly. I was trembling. She said softly:

- Wan! u what are you Come on.

I was in a state of shock. I did not understand what was happening to me and what should be done.

She began to drag me towards her. I did not resist, even, probably, on the contrary, I quickly fell on her. Pulling off my pants, she again took my dick and put it in the vagina. He entered easily and pleasantly. There was some strange, inexplicable feeling.Inside, I felt a very soft, hot and rather humid environment. It captured me even more. Then I felt that she was making certain movements, slightly raising and lowering her ass, my dick either entered or left the vagina. At the same time, when she went down, and my cock came out of the vagina, she squeezed the muscles of the vagina so much that he left with great difficulty. It seemed as if her vagina sucks my cock. Of course, my member was still imperfect and, probably, did not fully satisfy her, but she did her job, and I, as it were, automatically engaged in this process. Sometimes she raised her ass so hard, as if she were making a bridge, and I lay on this bridge, then lowered sharply, lay quietly for a while, started again, and this went on for quite a while. In this case, Nastya, with her own hands, pressed my buttocks to her in time with the movement of her butt upwards. She strongly snuffled, even moaned a little, shook her head from side to side.

I worked rhythmically, a little coming to my senses, realizing what was happening. Of course, I had no foreboding of orgasm. Finally, Nastya stopped, lay motionless, only I continued my business.

- Wan, that's enough. I can no longer.

Then I noticed that she was flushed, sweaty, completely exhausted, lying with closed eyes. I rolled over on my side, put on my pants, looked at her again. The dress was torn up to the chest. Lay silently. After a while she put herself in order, sat down, calmly and gently kissed me on the cheek and said:

- Vania! You won't tell anyone about this, will you?

I silently shook my head. In my head was going on the line that. I somehow moved away from the psychological punch I had just suffered; I had never had anything like this before.

After a while she was still the same fun and carefree astey, which we have always seen. We came to the brigade. and one did not notice anything, although I was somehow embarrassed, depressed. But Nastya was still more cheerful, more cheerful.

A few days have passed. My thoughts were constantly focused on my experiences. It seemed to me that our lessons with Astey will be repeated. I wanted it. Oh no. Nastya did not file any kind. Once, when we were only two, I quietly said to her: "I still want." She burst out laughing so loudly that everyone from a distance noticed her laugh. And so rolling with laughter, she walked away from me. I could not understand anything.

Ended haymaking. I was studying at school. Astyu I lost sight of. Accidentally saw from afar several times and all. I did not know anything about her. Gradually, all this began to be forgotten.

... Twenty years have passed since the end of high school.

and at the graduation party, we - graduates of grade 10b - agreed to meet at school after twenty years. All of us scattered life in different places. I served in the Army and was in the rank of lieutenant colonel. I was found and reminded of our agreement. I decided to go to a meeting.

I arrived to the village from the district center by bus at 10 am. The bus stopped in the center of the store. I went out. Everything around me was unfamiliar - the village had changed so much in twenty years. I had no relatives in the village. Without knowing where to go, I, rather out of habit, went to the store. In addition to the seller, there was another woman in the store. The saleswoman recognized me immediately. It was Valya - a girl who lived opposite us and was much younger than me. Inquiries began: where, what, and how? I was in uniform. In those years, she always earned some special respect, especially in the countryside. The woman in the store also joined the conversation. I realized that she knows me well, but I did not recognize her myself. I politely told her about it. She smiled: “Nastya Morozova. Remember?

“Oh, and ...”, I said in surprise. And immediately remembered.

Now I carefully saw her. It was, of course, no longer a young woman, with pleasant features of her former beauty, rather plump. In my memory, that hot, summer day on a hay field immediately flashed. I was asked who I ...