I went on a business trip in a terrible mood: an hour before my departure I had an argument with my boyfriend, who did not want me to leave. But I will make peace with the guy, but I’m unlikely to be offered such an interesting job in the near future.

My mission was to live in a sports base with athletes from several cities and cover the life of the base for one newspaper (I am a journalist). The living conditions were not too luxurious: triple rooms, a shower in the corridor, but that didn’t bother me, having spent all my childhood in pioneer camps. In addition, in the next room there lived a smart guy Artyom, a journalist from Bashkiria. Of course, he was not as luxurious as the guys who were athletes, but, firstly, he was much smarter than most of them, and I love smart young people, and secondly, I was not so sure of my attractiveness and did not expect that I will fall from his perfection in a swoon and do everything that he wishes, and I love it when my opinion is considered.

It was obvious that Tyome liked me too: three hours after we got acquainted, we were already sitting next to each other on the podium, watching the players training and had a nice conversation. Once again I was convinced that Tyoma was exactly what I needed: both outwardly cute and interesting to talk to. To lure this into bed is not just physiology, but an intellectual game of its kind.

In the evening I felt terribly tired, and all night I had to spend in the press center, writing a report about what I saw during the day. To cheer up, I went to the shower. The head became clearer from the cold water, but I slipped on the wet floor and dropped the towel, so that it got wet and it became impossible for them to dry off. Overwhelmed by my awkwardness, I had nothing to do - I began to stretch a long T-shirt that replaces a bathrobe over my wet body. The shirt was light, so that when she got wet, she began to stick to me and shine through. Very erotic, of course, but, damn, it's cold. I went to my room to change clothes. In the corridor I met Artyom - at least something happens in time in this life.

- How are you? - He asked, although we met an hour ago, if not less, - Go to the press center?

I noticed that Tyoma was falling asleep with questions to prevent me from leaving, while he himself was looking at my chest, covered with a wet cloth, and my legs. This is what I need. I turned so that the dim light from the ceiling better illuminated me and he could see better. His face showed that he could see better.

“You know, I froze a little, so I'll go get changed and we will continue our interesting conversation,” I said.

- If you do not mind, I will warm you, - Tyom smiled, hugging me with one hand and turning off the light in the corridor with the other.

For about twenty minutes we were kissing with enthusiasm in the dark. If it were not for a wet towel and a bottle of shower gel in the right hand, everything would be just fine. His hands traveled across my back, causing me to arch, and I felt that if everything ended with this, I could not sleep until the end of the business trip.

“Come to me,” I said, remembering that my roommates had secretly gone from the trainers to the adjacent bar before they did not return in two hours.

Slamming the door, I threw my burden with pleasure on the window-sill and hung around Artyom’s neck, who had already managed to throw off the shirt. His neck tightened, there were veins on it, and when I ran my hand over it, he exhaled heavily.

His hands stroked my chest, and mine - his belly.

Jeans were already noticeably cramped to him, so he took them off, remaining in white shorts.

His cock rested on my stomach.

Already unnecessary T-shirt fell on the bed, his lips and tongue caressed my chest.

“Wait,” he suddenly pulled away from me, “I forgot the condoms in my house ...”

“It doesn't matter,” I whispered, “I'm on pills.”

Tyoma pulled the bedspread from the bed and, lifting me up in my arms, laid it down. He knelt down and threw my legs over his shoulders.When he entered me, it even became a little painful: I had never dealt with such a big dick. After the first movement, the pain disappeared and all I wanted was for one thing: so that it would not stop.

The first orgasm turned my head, as if I fell into another dimension. And Tyoma somehow stopped. Not understanding what was the matter, I myself pushed my hips, sitting down on his penis. He made several pushes and froze again.

- What are you doing?

- Tired, - Tymo breathed, - you have a tight cave. Maybe change the position?

Now I was riding him. It was pleasant, but poor physical fitness made itself felt: tired legs.

“Faster,” he whispered, and he himself began to make moves towards me.

I began to move as fast as my tired muscles would allow.

We finished at the same time, the orgasm was very stormy, precisely because the muscles of the hips were tense.

Tyoma, holding me with his hands over his shoulders, turned on his left side, and lying down facing each other, we began to kiss.

His cock rested again at me. He turned me on his stomach and began to kiss the back of the neck and back. I practically flew away. Then he lifted my pelvis a little and began to fuck like a dog. The armor mesh of the bed, apparently, was not designed for two temperamental people, it seemed that the creak of the bed was heard throughout the corridor.

After a while I was almost mad with numerous flashes of pleasure, and Töma, it seems, too. He lay on me and breathed heavily. I did not mind: it was nice to feel how big and strong he was.

Having caught his breath, he began to dress: after all, he had to go to the press center. So that no one knew anything, we went there not together, but it did not help: everything was written on our faces ...

Until the end of the camps, we were locked in the shower every evening (my neighbors did not go to the bar anymore and we did not have another place). After a couple of months there will be the next charges, and he writes that he will try to come. True, I do not know whether I will go. My boyfriend, with whom I made up, does not want this.