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- Absolutely lost shame!

- Interview in broad daylight!

- slut young!

All these shouts of the approached women and men threw Roman and me from the bench and we ran to the car standing nearby. I, as I was, naked, Roman, pulling on my pants and naked to the waist. Sitting in the nine and slamming the door, we stopped hearing the indignant cries of "walrus". Roman, with a slip, taxied from the shore of the lake. My heart was pounding like mad.

Going up the steep bank and hiding from the sight of winter bathers, we stopped. I looked at Roma - he was sitting with his pants loose, his member was already slightly limp, and a towel was sticking out from under his pants, which he accidentally picked up from the bench, in a hurry pulling on his pants.

He looked so comical that I could not resist, laughed loudly.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, pulling a towel out of the bod itself.

It amused me even more. Soon we were laughing together, remembering our recent sex and the faces of those who saw us.

- Oh, and I have all the rest of the clothes left on the bench, - remembered Roma.

“Then you will go,” I said, through laughter.

“Oh, and me too,” I lied, after a moment, as if remembering that. In fact, except for a fur coat with boots, which I, undressed, threw in the back seat, I was nothing more of the clothes and was not.

“You will go this way,” Romik sneered.

“It will be useful,” he added, holding out a towel to me.

“Come on,” I slipped off the seat, dangling my bottom, and spreading my legs, put a towel to my pussy. The towel was wet and cold from the cold, and for my hot pussy it was now just what we needed. I, absolutely not ashamed of Roma, carefully wiped their pussy from sperm.

Roma looked at me admiringly, and I liked to feel his gaze on myself. We sat in the car, it was hot from the working stove, and around us was a winter, snow-covered forest. It was very unusual to feel naked surrounded by snow drifts and at the same time do not feel the cold at all.

“You're so beautiful,” he said, staring at me.

- Thank...

- ABOUT! Can I take a picture of you? - asked Roma, - in my bag fotik lying around.

“Come on,” I agreed. At that moment I was ready for anything, I wanted to prolong the feeling of admiration for me. It excited me and flattered my vanity.

Roma got out of the car, opened the door, and I was doused with a wave of cool air. He put on his jacket and began to rummage through his bag in search of a camera.

“Get behind the wheel,” Roma ordered, setting up a digital soap box.

I moved to the driver's seat — my naked body felt contrasting air currents — hot air was blowing out of the baffles at me, and from the open door of the door my body was chilled by a frosty breeze. The sensations were very unusual. Roma walked away from the road to capture the car in the frame.

I loosened my hair and sat, turning to the camera, holding the wheel with my right hand - I felt like a dashing and reckless beauty. Roma froze, admiring me. I imagined how I looked from the side: a slim, swarthy blonde with flowing hair - and dragged from it.

Roma recovered and began to shoot. Changing poses, sitting behind the wheel, and smiling coquettishly into the camera, I felt like a fashion model. I felt a growing excitement in me.

Leaving my right leg in the cabin, I left my left leg wide out, putting it on a rolled snowy road. Roman admired my bare foot, my opened pussy ... After a moment of confusion, he again fell to the cameras. He shot, shot, shot ...

And I was "carried" ... I put the second leg out, inserted a finger into myself, spread my lips. I saw similar photos on the Internet and repeatedly rehearsed in front of a mirror, and now I did all this before yesterday, barely a familiar person.

- Chris, come on against the lake? - suggested Roma.

Up to the steep bank, you had to walk 50 meters through the forest, it was visible in the lumen of the trees.

- Come on, - I was now in such a state that I would agree with any proposal.

Leaving the car, we left the road and headed towards the lake. Roma in boots, pants and winter jacket, and I am naked and barefoot. Drifts were not deep, the snow reached the middle of the leg. On the way, I posed, playfully hiding behind the trees, coyly arching the back and exposing his ass. I did not feel the cold at all - my excitement warmed me.

From the steep and high bank there was an amazing picture - the whole lake was in front of us, in full view. A scattering of fishermen on its icy surface, a stone island, a hole ...

I stood on the very edge and scooped up a handful of snow.

- Ready? - I asked Roma

Roma realized what I wanted to do and raised the camera.

I bent down a little, and then abruptly threw the snow up high! He took off, crumbled into snowflakes and began to fall on my hair, shoulders, chest ...

- Class! - Roma delightedly said.

His admiration acted on me as a stimulant, as a dope ... I wanted to surprise him, to do something so that my delight would reach even greater magnitude. Scooping up the snow with my palms, I put it to my breasts.

- Mmmm ...

Roma stood, eyes wide. He lowered the camera and was clearly in a state of shock.

We were brought back to life by the horn signal - the car wanted to go to the lake, and our nine blocked the road.

We rushed to the car. I realized that I was noticed when tinted windows of foreign cars dropped and I heard whistles and approving exclamations. Yeah, not every day you see a naked girl running through the winter forest.

Having run around our car from the back, I quickly opened the passenger door and dived into the seat. There was a desire to hide behind something, a foreign car was literally two meters from ours, and the guys sitting in it saw me in full view. But having looked at Roma, who at that moment was approaching his nine, I changed my mind about doing this — in his leisurely movements, in his view there was so much contentment with myself. Let him have an old nine, but inside there is such a beauty, and even, completely naked - “envy me”, as he would say, with all your behavior. I wanted to play along with him ... and instead of covering myself, I straightened ... my nipples from excitement and frost, defiantly stuck out to the side ... pisech pleasantly moaned from excitement ...

Roma got into the car and taxied a little to the right, cleared the way for a foreign car, and we slowly left - the guys slowly drove past us, continuing to look at me.

As soon as they passed, I climbed into the seat with my legs - the fingers on the legs were frozen, and I tried to warm them with my hands.

- Frozen? Yes? - with sympathy asked Roma.

“Uh huh ... The legs are frozen,” I replied.

“Let's warm it up,” he suggested, unbuttoning his jacket and turning his body towards me.

Turning my back to the door, I shoved my legs to Roman in the bosom, immediately feeling the pleasant warmth and elastic muscular male breasts.

“And you're a hot girl,” he said admiringly, stroking my feet.

This was his look, I remembered for a long time afterwards - I had the desire to always correspond with him. I was ready for anything, just to see his look.

It was warm in the car, my toes on my legs warmed up, Roman pleasantly stroked my legs - I was sore, I was covered by that very familiar otkhodnyak after frost. It was nice!

- Rum, can I see the pictures? - I asked

- Look, of course, while I'm going.

He handed me a fotik and, having turned on the gear, slowly rolled along the forest path.

I carefully looked through my photos, increased successful pictures, intently looking at my body - I was pleased with myself! I did not find a flaw in myself - in the photos I saw a sexy blonde with perfect proportions. How effectively looks naked body on the background of snow!

Keen on viewing photos, I did not notice how we drove into the city, and woke up only when the car stopped at a gas station. I was still sitting naked in the passenger seat and through un-tinted glass was available for all to see.

- Pancake! - I said in shock.

“Well, I went,” said Roman, getting out of the car. He looked at me with a smile, and sly sparkles flashed in his eyes - this situation took me by surprise and he was pleased with the effect produced. He was obviously pleased to show me off.

The tanker stood a meter from the car and frankly stared at me, forgetting about his duties. Probably not often he saw such a sight. Near another car stopped and the driver, noticing me, was also taken aback. I was in a completely stupid position, and if I were to explode to dress now, I would have looked even more stupid. These moments seemed to stretch forever.

Finally, the tanker remembered his job, and the man that he came to refuel, but this did not make me any easier - more and more people at the gas station paid attention to me. Where is Roma? Why is it so long gone ?!

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