It was a long time ago, twelve years ago. I just finished ninth grade. It was June and there was a terrible heat.
I went to the cottage. I had to go by express train from Zhdanovskaya (present Vykhino) with two stops in Bronnitsy and Kolomna to the city of Ozyory. There is one in the south of the Moscow region.
He went to the ticket office - no tickets, the next bus in two hours. I to the driver: "... such things," I say. He answers me: “Three rubles and you will stand all the way, does it suit you?”, And it will take you two and a half hours, or even three hours. "Satisfies," I say.
Like I had a few more people. We waited until all the old grannies and other gardeners of the type I was loaded and packed and began to boot too. I was alone with a small backpack, so I quickly went first and went to the very end of the cabin. A girl and two guys came by for me, who gallantly missed the lady ahead at the entrance and reached me. Then all the others booted up and we drove off.
To go a long time, I got a book (by the way, I still remember which one: “Knulp” by G. Hesse - a rare nonsense, I must say). My mood is cool, I think of something like: “in crowdedness and not offended,” it was a long-range Ikarus, there are many people, the passage between the seats is narrow, you will not get lost, the heat ...
The girl who stood next to me, was dressed in a summer light. She was wearing a light yellow shirt without sleeves. Not even a T-shirt, but such a "do not understand that" from some kind of stupid dense synthetic material of a very free style (remember the 80s!).
They did not have time to leave Moscow, as I, standing in relation to her in a half-turn, accidentally (honestly, by chance!) Noticed that the openings for the sleeves (or whatever they are called) in this shirt, so great is more than average. Give, I think, will glance? And immediately I felt such seething in the body - oh!
A thought flashed through me: yes, well, what is there to look at, they all have stuffed, there are some armored bras (yes, I am a pervert: I hate bras !!!), and, probably, with some idiotic ones " Kruzhavchikami.
Well, I moved a little bit, I got more comfortable, and I hold the book in front of my eyes (so that the enemy would not guess). MOTHER'S NATIVE !!! What I saw there!
The bus, obviously, swayed, the girl also swayed and she held her hand to the top rail with her hand to me. And the shirt on her was so free that I just saw her one breast all the time, and periodically both at once.
I can not put into words what it was. I do not know how the others, but, in my opinion, being Pushkin is worth it for that. Imagine a sixteen-year-old boyfriend who has not had a single woman yet. Moreover, as I recall, these were the first women's breasts, which I saw at a more or less mature age from close range (and in this case from fifty to twenty (what a scoundrel!) Centimeters).
The girl was about twenty years old, and looking back from the standpoint of her already many years of deep knowledge of the matter, I must say that her chest was simply amazing. Medium size, perfect - PERFECT !!! (I want to howl) forms, leather is a noble marble with a sharp boundary between the tanned and unburned parts. She had large, dense, innocent-pink nipples, straining, apparently, from constant friction against the T-shirt, sticking out so that they could probably hang something.
I somehow (pretending to get into my pocket) straightened up my dick so that I didn't stick out anywhere. An hour later, I realized that I was going crazy.
Somewhere around this time a sluggish conversation between the girl and those two guys came to life, and they started to giggle at first, and after a while, laughing to the fullest. At the same time, she, trying to keep from laughing, hung on the handrail and bent over strongly, while shaking with laughter. How to live, brothers? !!!
Ladies! Dear ladies !!! Never do this to young boys (act, act!).
I finished right so, without touching anything, with the last strength, restraining my desire to shout cretinically and for the remaining one and a half hours I felt how everything was flowing on my legs under my pants.
Years have passed. Until now, like a sweet dream, closing my eyes, I see two fantastic swinging breasts. I remember her smell, the smell of her hair and the smell of her body, which I try to catch in every woman passing by me.
And you know, sometimes it works out. And then, according to circumstances, ...