she still went into the bushes. True, while we were walking, we met two kind of headstock with baskets. “The youth have become quite insolent! Naked go on the road! ”- one of them didn’t calm down at all. “Is it jealous of you?” Yulia replied to them. This left a slightly unpleasant aftertaste, but Julia, in my opinion, did not particularly hurt. We reached Krasavka and returned safely to our shore. Somehow, gradually, all the guys became more or less accustomed to the bare breasts of their companions, and to the completely naked body of Yulka, this was evident, and we were already very calm about this. What can not be said about the neighbors: every now and then, as if men from the beach accidentally visited us, they seemed to be passing by, then to ask for a light ... At first it seemed funny, then already just tired. But I can definitely say: many of the guys who were resting on the beach, certainly envied our company. When we once again went down to the beach to bathe, some guys from the neighboring companions even "drooling" at the sight of a girl without panties ...

We still prepared kebabs, drank beer, bathed. Leha and I even managed to go fishing. True, they caught about ten small crucians, which were put in a bag with water, and were prepared to take with them. There was no normal bite here, of course, as there were a lot of swimmers along the entire length of the coast. Irinka promised to feed us dinner at home, and fried karasiki could be a good addition.

Many already in the heat of the order were unhappy with drunk beer and vodka.

- Let's walk to the sanatorium? - suggested Natasha. “You just have to put on your shoes, or you can hurt your bare feet.

“You go, we are here,” Lyokha and Irina again “broke away” from us. (On the other hand, someone has to guard things).

The rest supported us.

We took with us a bag of cigarettes, cucumbers, and a bottle of vodka.

“Now, you just have to wear a bra,” said Natasha.

- Come on, who are you afraid of? - answered Julia.

“What are you going to do?”

- No, I will, of course, - with these words Julia shook off her feet from the sand, put on her socks and sneakers.

- Wow! - Natasha said, but still decided not to wear a bra.

We went to the path that led us to the road. The road went through the forest. The crowns of the spreading trees protected from the scorching sun, and it seemed a little cooler in the forest. Only the chirping of birds broke the idyllic silence. There were almost no people, only some of the rest in the same swimming trunks sometimes crossed the road, obviously, in order to help out a little need in the forest. Soon we were near a deep ravine, along the bottom of which a stream flowed. A small bridge was built over the stream, or rather not a bridge, but a pair of half-rotten boards next to each other.

- Well, let's move on - I asked, or will we look for a bypass?

- What are you afraid? - outraged Arthur.

- No, I'm worried about girls.

- Damn, scary, - said Julia, going to the bridge.

- Do not be afraid!

I gave her a hand, and, going ahead, helped to move the ravine. Arthur translated Katka, and it was back for Natasha.

“Don't, I myself,” she said proudly.

- For this you need a drink! - Arthur suggested after the transfer and took a bottle out of the bag.

- And how will you go back, you think? - Katerina was indignant, - you are already pretty drunk!

- As you wish, we will drink - Arthur and I sat down on a thick log, drank "from the throat" through the throat, and ate cucumber. Julia also decided to drink, and sat down next to me. Then the three of us got cigarettes, smoked, rested, and I asked:

- Well, then let's go, or what?

- Why then passed the ravine? - Arthur got up, and we went on.

Soon the forest was over, and we were on a wasteland. We approached a small hill, and Natasha cried:

- Look what I found!

In the very slope of a hill overgrown with green grass, there was a massive iron door, slightly raised from the ground. It was closed on a powerful barn lock.

- What could it be?

Find us interested. We started to offer different versions of the purpose of this door, Arthur even tried to open the lock with something that, naturally, he failed. Below, under the door, there was a small narrow slot. Julia knelt with curiosity, resting her elbows on the ground, and began to look at this gap, trying to see what was inside. Natasha and I stood a little distance away, and I, of course, did not miss the opportunity to examine more closely the slit no less interesting for me, the one that was now ajar and perfectly visible between the Julian legs, just below her exposed bare ass. Oh, how much I would give for it to allow me to touch this hole with my hand! "No, it's dark, you can't see anything," said Julia, standing up and brushing her knees with elbows. Arthur continued to mess with the lock. We did not notice how two guys and a girl approached us:

- Guys, what, you want to break?

I turned around:

- And you do not know what's here?

- But what - some kind of warehouse. In case of war, probably. And where are you from?

- Yes, we are resting on Belly.

- A, clear...

- To the sanatorium far, do not you say?

- Minutes thirty walk.

Julia bent down and pulled the lacing on sneakers:

- Well, maybe, then, let's go back?

Thinking, we decided that it was better to return. On the way back, we were still discussing an interesting find, making the most fantastic assumptions. Finally reached our ravine.

- Will you help me go again? - Julia appealed to me.

I offered her a hand. But she was suddenly frightened:

- They came here - nothing, but something became worse back. My legs are trembling, I can't ...

Arthur suffered Katyukha in his arms. I also suggested that Julia take her in her arms, and she unconditionally agreed. I lifted her, hugging her knees and armpits, and she grabbed my shoulder. My cock, was calmed down, rose again under my swimming trunks. While I was carrying Julia across this frail bridge, there was no trace left of my fear. I felt like a romantic hero. She closed her eyes, and was afraid to open them, even when I had already put her on the ground. On my shoulder there were traces of Yulkin's nails.

We transferred the girls and returned safely to our "camp". After that, they poured themselves a beer and began vying to tell the guys about their adventures. Irina, despite the fact that she lived in the village, it turns out, did not even suspect the existence of that warehouse in the hill.

After beer, Arthur and I went to cast into the bushes, and when we returned, we joined the others, who were already sitting on the lawn in the shade of trees, just above the beach, and playing cards. Here and Julia again wanted to write, and, squatting, began to urinate on the spot. A small brook slightly moistened the dry ground near it and sprinkled green grass. She was already quite drunk. Natasha uttered, looking at Julia:

- I also want (Natasha was also very unhappy with beer and vodka).

- Write right here, - suggested Julia.

Unexpectedly for everyone, Natasha stood up, and, without embarrassing anyone, slightly lowered her melting and peeed. The puddle under it turned out to be larger than from Yulka, but it rather quickly absorbed into the dry ground, leaving only a black wet spot from it.

- Yes, you take them off completely, do not suffer! - suddenly offered Julia.

Natashka looked around, and, making sure that there were no strangers, agreed with the proposal ... Read more →