... And here we went to the clearing. Yes, the bathhouse was really fabulous: a well-built wooden blockhouse surrounded by forest, clean territory, the smell of pine trees. There were already several cars in the courtyard, and two of them were already rolling off the porch, rather talking to each other. We greeted, unloaded the car and entered the house.

Clean canopy, or rather a dressing room, where we left our jackets and shoes, dressed as slaps. Behind the door was a cozy lounge room, made in the Oriental style: the walls are covered with carpets, the floor covered with paths, low tables and the whole space around them is strewn with colorful large pillows. In the wall opposite, there was a door to the sauna, and on the right were windows glazed with blue, red and yellow glasses, through which a gentle autumn sun shone into the room. There were also two hookahs.

Looking closer, I saw that besides us and those who met us, there were three more men in the room. Everyone said hello, you introduced me to everyone. A peasant came out of the sauna and said that everything was ready there, while he himself went to smoke hookahs, after which he evaporated without a trace. We, having disassembled the bags and laid out drinks and snacks on the table, went to the dressing room to undress. The men embarrassed me, as I did them, so I returned to the relaxation room, and after a while they proceeded to the sauna in a string, a light fabric flaunted on everyone’s hips.

My turn came and I went to change clothes. I came to you wrapped in a cloth so that it was covered from the chest and to the heels. My bare feet were visible only when walking. Several men immediately sat down more comfortably.

It was hot in the sauna and I did not sit out for a long time, and went to plunge into the pool. After some time, you and another one jumped out of the bath: I stood on the edge and almost managed to turn around, but my chest did not escape my gaze with an excited nipple (especially since I didn’t hurry to wrap into the fabric, but I didn’t respect the decency).

You emerged, leaning on the edge and beckoning to me, I sat down next to you, pulled my hand and I bent my head, kissed your lips, you let go of my hand and touched my chest with a wet hand, leaving a wet mark through which draw a nipple. Just at this moment, and the rest of the friendly crowd threw out of the steam room and grumbled at the fact that it was unfair, they didn’t bring anyone along, and we were teasing them here. You only squinted slyly in response.

All went to the rest room and sat on the pillows. They poured by the glass and drank for a good rest (hereinafter the fun began to acquire clear outlines). After the first couple, I was across from you, sitting cross-legged among the huge pillows and noticed that men throw unequivocal glances at me, some moved in such a way that no one could see their waking desire.

And it only provoked me. I understood that the wrapped up girl gives a flight of fancy and decided to send it in the right direction, putting one leg on display. You noticed this and met my eyes - I narrowed my eyes a little and teased you with a tongue - we understood that it was not only you who noticed this.

Then there was a second run and I, once again leaving the steam bath, plunged, but now, knowing that you were going to be one of the first (but not one), I didn’t immediately put on the cloth, and slowly went to the door to the rest room. The calculation was correct: the door opened and with a pair of clubs you entered with

two guys. What did you see? My silhouette in the doorway is another second and the door is locked.

Back in the rest room, you found me covered with a cloth, leaning back on the pillows and sipping a hookah. Now you sat down next to me, and I decided to shake up the men and, as if getting comfortable, they bare the legs and it seemed that they could not hold the fabric, which slipped off and exposed one breast. I extended my hand to fix it, but you intercepted it and did everything yourself, not forgetting to run your finger over the nipple.Noticing the growing interest in the eyes of men, I turned to you, ran a tongue on your chin, licked a drop of wine.

In the third call, I did not go along with you, and steamed when you swam. Returning to the rest room, I walked to my place, touching almost every man: I held one by the shoulder, as if I could not stand on a soft pillow, touched the other with my foot, and through the third leaned over the table for the grapes so that he felt my chest touch. You noticed all this and as soon as I sat down next to you - put your hand on my hip, as if to show my power. Then, I whispered in your ear that I want you and you, turning the fabric over with your fingers, began to slightly raise it, baring my leg, I ran my finger from foot to hip, drawing an intricate pattern. You understood that this is teasing men. They were already drunk and one asked me to perform an oriental dance with me - you allowed it. In the dance, I, casually, touched him with my hip, or my ass, then fleetingly touched my chest a couple of times.

Infuriated and often breathing, I went to plunge. Threw off the fabric and dived, under the water, I did not hear someone enter. Going up to the side, I saw the outstretched hand, looked up and realized that it was not you, but did not break, but simply stretched out my hand to him and he pulled me out

the pool. Not turned away. On this I made a bet. Therefore, slowly walked past him, I felt his eyes on myself and did not hurry to hide behind, giving the opportunity to see myself.

Then I went into the room, sat next to you, just leaning against you. You smoked a hookah, and your eyes were covered. A man sitting on the other side of me took advantage of this and his hand gently sank onto my knee. I did not begin to dump it, and looked back at you: you, squinting, nodded. The man, after a short pause, began to stroke my knee. I looked back at you, but you nodded again. The man grew bolder and his strokes became more frank, looked at me. I pulled in with a hookah and said, “You can continue, I adore the massage.” To which another man said that he could massage and offered to demonstrate. I agreed without delay and lay down on your tummy near you, lowering the cloth until my butt, than did not hesitate to use your palm, immediately stroking me.

The man drank the contents of the glass, got up and walked over to us. You removed your hand and he sat down not beside me, but on me: on my feet, just below my butt. I started stroking my back, doing a massage, and I felt that he wanted me - his cock tightened and began to rest on my buttock. I turned my head to look at you, because I thought you should see it. And indeed, you looked at me and gave me a slight nod behind my back.

And he had already begun not just to massage my back, but to hold his hands on the sides, trying to touch my chest veiled. You looked around the room and noticed that your friends were all tense (this was evident because the fabric was raised). They did not take their eyes off the hands of the “masseuse”, sipping their wine.

You turned over on your side, looked into my eyes, then sat down and poured wine into my glass, lay down again, holding the glass to my lips. He gave me a drink, as if helping to relax. He left the glass, ran his finger over my cheek and touched his lips. I licked your finger and noticed how

darkened by the desire of your eyes. Your hand immediately slipped under my hips and I, letting it pass, slightly lifted them, fully feeling the desire of the man sitting on me. Your finger touched my swollen and already oozing flesh. You squinted in satisfaction, stretched out from under my palm (smiling at my surprised and disappointed look), licked a finger that touched me.

From what you saw and drunk the wine, you were excited so that the sheet in front reared up and it could not be unnoticed. And I saw it. But most of all at this moment I wanted your finger back to my expiring pussy. Your friend, who sat on me, also barely restrained himself. His sheet lowered slightly, but still remained on the body.You intolerably wanted, ...