I looked around and saw in the parked nine, Romana - a guy older than me by three years, who lived in the next house. We studied at the same school and I always looked at him - a handsome, tall guy, an athlete. Now he graduated from high school and worked as a security guard in a certain company. Sometimes we intersected, we had mutual acquaintances, but never closely communicated.

- Where are you going? - He asked, - can throw?

- Yes, nowhere, just walking, - I replied, embarrassed.

“Come with me,” suggested Roman, “I'm going to the lake now, swim in the ice-hole.”

“Wow, I didn't know you were a walrus.”

“I’m hardening for the second year,” he boasted.

Contradictory feelings fought in me: I really wanted to go with him, but at the same time I was afraid that he would see how I was dressed and did not know how to explain this fact to him. He saw my doubt, and his hand reached for the gym bag in the front seat to free it for me. The thought flashed through my head: “If I sit next to him, the sheepskin floors will open wide and he will see my bare legs.” Bagging was no longer possible.

“Well,” I said, “but only I will go from behind.”

“You’ll be bothering you,” I joked, sitting down in the back seat.

“Of course I will,” he answered, smiling, “how can I resist such beauty?”

Sitting in the back, I adjusted my sheepskin so that he would not see my bare legs in the rear-view mirror.

While we were driving to the lake, we joked merrily, talked - time passed quickly and unnoticed. I was easy and good with him. I still don't have a boyfriend, but I always dreamed about relationships. It always amazed me that my friends were less attractive than me, for some reason they had guys, someone had strong and long novels, someone who was fleeting - and I was a little jealous of both.

Having passed through the forest, the car began to descend to the lake - a beautiful view was opened. The whole lake was in full view: our shore, quite wide with a rescue tower and cabanas, the opposite shore, with steep sandy shores, half-closed with snow, and a rocky island in the center of the lake.

The surface of the lake was covered with ice, and many fishermen were visible in the distance. Dressed in thick padded jackets, they sat on folding chairs, some even in bright little tents and looked like children, very passionate about some interesting game.

Roman steered ashore and turned around before the hole. Without turning off the engine, we got out of the car and looked around. The hole was located near the shore, was a meter and a half wide, and went into the lake about five meters.

“Someone was here recently,” said Roman, “they cleaned the hole, even the pieces of ice do not swim.”

There was not a soul around, apart from the fishermen sitting in the distance.

- Well? Let us have a rest, - asked Roman.

“I'll look at you,” I replied.

Roman began to undress, putting things on the bench that stood next to the shore. Looking at his muscular body, I felt an excitement growing inside me. Remained in some swimming trunks, Roman stepped toward the hole.

The ice-hole started from the very shore and the depth at the very edge of the water barely reached the ankle, the sandy bottom was clearly visible through the transparent layer of water.

- Wow! - with a shout Roman decidedly stepped into the water.

- wooh! - After a moment, he had already sunk into the water with his head.

I terribly wanted to join him. While he was dipping for the second and third time, I quickly took off my fur coat and boots and slowly walked toward the ice-hole, taking my long hair in a ponytail as I went.

Roman saw me and was dumbfounded - he did not expect that I would venture to plunge into the lake and certainly did not expect to see me in that form.

- Wow! - only he could say.

He eagerly looked at me, eating his eyes, so I was a little embarrassed. At the same time, I was aware that I looked amazing! My even tan without white spots, preserved from the summer, my slim body, completely devoid of hair with regular epilation, my breasts, albeit small but perfect shape.

Bare feet, after contact with snow, favorably perceived cold water. But when I began to go deep into the water, I felt how cold it was. The novel by this time had already gone ashore, and wiping himself with a towel, looked at me. Having gathered all my will into a fist, not paying attention to the chilling cold, I went down to the waist-high water and took a deep breath, plunged completely into the hole.

- Aaa! - I screamed.

After the first dive, the second and third was already easier. Wiping water from my face, I moved to the shore. Roman, by this time, had already put on his pants and shoes, and came up to me, holding out his hand to help get ashore.

The sight of a beautiful naked girl coming out of the lake seemed to completely deprive him of his mind - he did not even guess to give me a towel. I stood barefoot in the snow, all wet, and he, standing half a meter from me, seemed to be in some kind of stupor.

After some time, he stepped towards me, his arms hugged me, then going down below, lay on my ass and squeezing it, pulled me to him with force. I felt how my frozen breasts buried in his warm muscular chest, felt my hips in something hard in his pants. Roman picked me up and carried me to the shop. Lowering his pants and putting on a towel, he sat down on the bench - a member of his rather large size, proudly stuck up. I sat astride him, facing Roma and his penis easily slipped into my expiring pussy.

I began to move, our lips closed, his hands wandering greedily through my body. I was all in the power of pleasure and did not control what was happening around. I did not think at that moment that we were completely open to public viewing, especially me, seated, completely naked, on Roman. I was good!

“People are coming,” Roma said.

Looking away, I saw a group of people approaching us. Two women and four men, a hundred meters away from us, were moving in our direction, and apparently they were heading towards the ice-hole.

I felt an approaching orgasm and did not want to stop. Nothing but sensations in my pussy existed for me around. I continued to move, sitting on the novel. Excitement grew! Orgasm was approaching simultaneously with the approaching people. Along with excitement, the level of adrenaline in the blood increased! A little more ... Closer ...

A group of people was about twenty meters away from us, when I felt Roma’s body tense and, following the sensation that jets of sperm hit me, I bent over first, and then, pressing tightly to a man’s chest, convulsed in an orgasm. .

To be continued...

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