It was a hot Saturday — thirty-five degrees in the shade. Leaves and fading yellowed grass stems tremble in the hot air. Zhanna and I have been waiting for our guys for quite a while. From nothing to do, I suddenly wanted to tell fortunes. The air in the fortune-teller's tent was heavy with incense, cloyingly sweet and dusty. A small powerless fan tried unsuccessfully to bring some coolness. I wiped my face with a tampax and asked the gypsy: who would I marry?

- Look for a man with thumbs. - I did not get that.

- A man with a thumbs up. She looked me straight in the eyes. Her own were like bottomless pools.

“A pretty girl like you should find a man with thumbs up,” she repeated slowly. - Thumbs up.

She was silent, still staring at me. It seems that she was trying to convey something to me, but I was too stupid to accept.

- Thumbs, well ... - I finally said, standing up and pretending to understand what was going on. I walked over to Joan, who was standing by the tent. - Do you know anyone with thumbs? - I asked thoughtfully.

We went to the tent and took two sandwiches.

- Listen, Ksen, where did our boys fall? - I saw that Jeanne was angry.

She has never been patient. “They are never there when they are needed,” I replied. “They just drink beer somewhere and squander money.” - And what did the fortune-teller say to you? - Looking for a guy with thumbs. - Are you sure that she did not say “with a big dick”?

“Zhanka,” I replied, glaring at the sandwich, “do you really think I will confuse the dick with my finger?”

- Ksenka, you do not even know what she meant! - her voice has increased by several decibels. - Hey, do not go into the bottle. Then I realized that she was just trying to attract the attention of three guys passing by. This number worked. They came back and asked if we liked beer. “We are waiting for our guys,” I replied.

- And what are their names? - Lenya and Sergey.

- What is your name? - Joel stuck. The highest came closer to me: - Lenya and Sergey behind the exhibition hall rosin some girls' brains. It could be true. I looked into the beautiful blue-green eyes, covered with long eyelashes: - Damn it.

The glance slid lower to his arms. The fingers were long, narrow with prominent knuckles, but were they big? I think no!

“Are we like women who can be deceived?” - boiled Jeanne.

The guys looked at each other, and one of them, with a jagged mouth and a liquid red beard, snorted. When I looked at his hands, I saw giant fingers. It was just a mistake of nature. No, it's not mine.

“Let's go,” said the short man in a vest with the emblem of the marines and the corresponding hairstyle, “one beer each. Your guys will not mind.

- It's hot, - Joan turned to me, - I want a beer.

“Noticed,” said the sailor, hugging her, and leading her to the pavilion.

I was left with a green-eyed and red-bearded jerk.

- And what is your name? - I asked gently. “You can call me Ivan,” he smiled smugly.

- Well, Vanya, why don't you get out of here? Nobody needs you here. He slouched away with his head down and huge fingers hidden in his pockets.

“See you later,” he threw over his shoulder.

“That's cool,” the green-eyed man smiled, hugging me.

I liked the fresh smell of soap coming from him and the clean, neat look. At the table in the pavilion, where we settled down with our beer, I managed to better see his fingers.

“And you have a pretty big one,” I said, twisting his thumb with my left hand, “at least the joints.”

He stared at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time in his life.

“Well, you haven't seen anything yet,” his friend the sailor intervened.

- Yes, we are talking about fingers, - Jeanne sneeringly clicked him on the chin, - so do not hurry to unzip the zipper.

Kostya rolled into hysterical laughter until his face turned red, and then grabbed her by both cheeks and stuck to her lips. Jeanne screamed and jumped out of her chair: - Freak! Pig! Dont touch me! She turned to me - the lipstick is smeared, the distorted face is burning with indignation: - Xenia, I need to go to the toilet. When we entered the toilet, Jeanne spun to me: - Listen, I'm crazy about Kostya.

- Mad? I thought you disliked him. Jeanne did not listen, she opened a huge cosmetic bag and shook out on the shelf a few bubbles, mascara, tubes of lipstick, pulled off jeans and a T-shirt.

- Are you without panties? - I was surprised to see her overgrown.

- My motto: "Always ready." - There are men with the motto: “Be ready”! - Do not care.

While she was completely naked, she stood in front of the mirror — full, tanned breasts, nipples stiffened, round buttocks gleaming in the faint light — I saw how different we were. She seemed a symbol of bright femininity, while I was tall and slim, with smooth and pale skin. I have dark brown thoughtful eyes, long dark hair falling freely on my shoulders.

With an evil hiss, Jeanne was spraying a deodorant between the armpits and between her legs. Then she pulled a narrow dress out of her bottomless cosmetic bag, pulled it over like a narrow white glove, and turned to face me. I was amazed how much energy can be stored in the hot air, like a stove.

- Do you like the green-eyed Vovka? She said hopefully. I shook my head.

- Oh, of course. You are looking for a prince with thumbs. Why don't you forget this stupid fortuneteller? - What about the guys? - I asked. - These losers? She laid down the last curl of light copper hair and lavishly varnished them, until they looked like a giant yellowish cloud that had descended on her. On the way to the door, she turned and gave me a white-toothed smile:

- Give Vovka a chance, okay? For me? Is his fingers not big enough? Fingers ... So far I have seen only one big fingers. It was just a passing crazy thought, but I suddenly wanted his dick to be proportional to the fingers.

At the table I noticed Vovka staring at Jeanne. Kostya launched his fist in her whipped hair to demonstrate his rights.

“Oh,” cried Jeanne, “what are you doing!” Stop it!

He did not let up, then she jokingly pushed him away. Kostya pretended to fall, then quickly jumped to his feet, pressing her to him. They struggled for a second before she took pity and stretched her lips to him.

I am tired of watching them lick, and Vovka looked at them with oily eyes. A droplet dripped from the corner of his lips. I knew what would happen next. The three of us will join in the backseat of someone else's car ...

It's time to go. Apparently, I was unnecessary, so I slipped out of the pavilion. The sun was going down, a light breeze began. Bright rays diverged from the "Ferris Wheel". I saw people climb to the top, their chairs swaying dangerously. I heard someone scream. The loud mechanical sounds of music were screwed right into the brain. Beer did not give relief, but only a headache. Tears rolled to his throat. I climbed into a secluded place and leaned against a rough, hilly oak trunk. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Ivan appeared in front of me with a tampax in his hands. I opened my mouth in amazement. Now, for some reason, he did not look so stupid. “Thank you,” I muttered. - What happened?

I was amazed at the soft participation in his voice. - I'm sorry.

“C'mon,” he said, “you must be just upset about something.”

I began to sob. Ivan hugged me. How nice to feel strong reliable shoulder! Suddenly, I recoiled, because I felt that his cock, like a bitch, penetrated between my legs.

“Sorry,” he blushed deeply. - My friend never met anyone better than you.

He looked down and shook a finger: - Friend, stop. Dame does not like it.- friend? - Well yes. This is my...

My tantrum turned into a loud uncontrollable laugh. Ivan hugged me tightly, and we laughed together. Then I unzipped the zipper and pulled out an awesome boyfriend. This is not an ordinary tool that everyone has. It was long, thick and firm, with a well-molded head, perfect in all its details. Who would have thought that this guy carries with him in his pants a work of art.

I turned his back to the tree and knelt, holding my boyfriend tightly with both hands. Gently touched her tongue to a small crack in the end and licked it. The reward was a delightful drop of clear liquid. At the same time, I noticed a wonderful, natural smell emanating from the body. It resembled the bitter smell of pine on the sandy shore. I slowly took it into my mouth, from its rubber elasticity, I tickled deep inside the pussy.

Being excited more and more, I did not tear myself away from my friend - I licked, sucked and caressed while the more delicious liquid spilled out of it. The vagina was burning. I grabbed the eggs with one hand and stuck my finger in his anus, exploring the hot elastic depth. The guy just choked. I felt a strong pulse in my mouth. At that moment, when he had finished, filling my mouth with thick sperm, the cramp squeezed my vagina and a powerful orgasm shook my body. For the first time I finished just doing a blowjob.

When I got up, Ivan was still standing, exhausted, leaning against the trunk. At dusk I noticed a blissfully tender expression on his face.

“You know,” I stood close to him, stroking his cheek, “if you insert a tooth and shave his beard, then you will look much better.” His eyes were still closed, and I kissed her soft eyelids. Large tears rolled out from under them. - Honey, are you crying now? “I'm so happy,” he whispered. - Let's go to me, - I suggested, - I will make hot chocolate.

Here's the story, how I found my boyfriend with thumbs.