Frankly speaking, the road to Dzhankoy made me bored - despite all my attempts to chat with Inga, she followed the road more than communicated with me. Upon arrival at the roadside hotel, I quickly had dinner and, without waiting for my friend, went to the room where I passed out almost immediately. When I woke up at seven in the morning, I found Inga sleeping around me. After the morning shower and breakfast at the bar, I woke up my friend, who had not woken up during all this time, and began to warm up our car.

- Come on today you will lead, - Inga sat on the passenger seat and fastened the belt.

- How did you sleep? - I asked my friend.

“Well, Lesya, she slept without hind legs,” she smiled.

The road to Cliff passed without incident, and after two and a half hours our car was parked in front of the sanatorium, and we made out the sanatorium books. Inga and I were settled each in their own single suite, after which we, without losing time in vain, went to see the doctors who wrote us the necessary course of wellness procedures. From tomorrow we had an extensive program ahead, but for now we decided to have lunch and went down to the restaurant hall, where we gathered food.

“What kind of people are unguarded,” two guys turned up next to us, about thirty years old, who also collected their food.

“My name is Peter,” said a tall, thin brunette, “and this is my friend, Maxim,” he pointed to his companion.

Maxim appeared to be younger than Peter and showed him the exact opposite - the squat burly man was a head shorter than Peter and only slightly more tall than Inga.

We introduced ourselves, and found out that the guys are here for the third day, and they are very bored, since the entire sanatorium is filled with over 40 guests, and there are no people of their age but themselves. To tell the truth, I was delighted with their company, because I wanted to spend time free from procedures, if not with my peers, then at least with someone younger than my parents' age. After the meal, the conversation was easy, the guys turned out to be sailors on long-distance vessels, Peter was a mechanical engineer, and Max was a navigator. Having found out that we were future journalists, the guys bombarded us with questions about this profession, on the contrary, we asked them various interesting stories from their voyages.

Saying goodbye after dinner and exchanging phone numbers, we went to our corps.

“Well, how are you guys,” I asked Inga.

- Very much, - she smiled, - who do you like more?

“Peter is more to me,” I admitted. Despite my tall stature, all my gentlemen were taller or at least one height with me, and it was difficult for me to see Maxim as a potential partner.

- Well, then Max is mine, - my girlfriend laughed, - what about your Vitaly?

For a second I was mixed up - indeed, literally 2 days before the start of our journey, I had a meeting with the first handsome man of our faculty, which I did not fail to inform Inge while we were going to Dzhankoy. I decided to myself that I would finally decide everything after returning to Kiev, but for now I will consider myself a free girl.

- And what about Vitali? We had a single date, so I’ll come and see, ”I replied to her, deciding to myself that the easy intrigue at the resort would not affect our possible relationship.

Saying goodbye to Inga until the evening, I headed to my room. Finally, having thrown off my jeans and a top, I put on a swimsuit, tied a pareo, and headed for the beach. Busy looking at others through sunglasses, I did not notice how time was running. When Peter came up to my lounger, I decided to flirt with him and asked him to once again smear me with sunscreen. “And his hands are strong,” I thought, feeling confident movements on my back and legs. A couple of times the palms went over my buttocks, touching the edges of the bottoms.I turned around and looked at him expressively. Peter calmly held my eyes, the look of his grinning face made me look away, I turned my head back, feeling the heat rush to my face. Yes, this guy is definitely not a blunder, I reasoned to myself, he was definitely worth it to get to know him better.

- Well, I think this beautiful body is safe, - Peter last time passed his hands over my neck and immediately imprinted on her a light kiss.

“You don't allow yourself too much?” - rather I said for decency.

“I don't think so,” he laughed, “or didn't you like it?”

“You think a lot about yourself,” I answered, without turning my face.

- You know, it would be better if you rub your back too, - Peter lay down on his face on the sunbed and handed me a bottle of cream.

I gladly stroked his skin, which had already become covered by that unique tan, which can be obtained only on our sea. It was nice to touch his back, but I decided to take revenge on him and began to rub his legs, then moved to the buttocks. Suddenly, unexpectedly for me, my hand slid down the inner side of the thigh and was on its impressive size mound. I, as if stung, pulled my hand away and began to apologize, but Peter didn’t get angry at all, but just smirked, “You quickly finished something there, Lesya.

- Liked? - he stared at me.

- And you? - I immediately found the answer.

“Me, yes,” he laughed.

In order not to answer his question, I went to the descent into the sea and, spitting on the cream that had just been applied, began to swim. I had to calm down. My hand still preserved the sensations of his body, covered with a piece of cloth, and I myself felt a shiver from the realization that I had just felt an adult peasant who was ten years older than me. After swimming for half an hour, I returned to my lounger. Peter still sat nearby.

Such a long swim for me strongly whetted my appetite, and I gladly accepted the offer of Peter to replace the evening buffet with a trip to a seaside cafe. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) For conversations and a bottle of wine, time flew by unnoticed, the evening was approaching, it was getting dark.

When Peter kissed me on a deserted street on the way to the sanatorium, I did not resist him at all, on the contrary, my lips eagerly searched for him, and the struggle of our tongues only inflamed me even more. It became damp between the legs, it nipped nicely in the nipples. The man's hand penetrated under the pareo and began to squeeze my ass, fingers got under the straps of the trunks.

- What, already flowed? - Peter asked, running two fingers at me.

I just groaned in response and only spread my legs wider, helping my partner to caress me.

“No, they can interfere here,” Peter pulled his fingers out of me, causing a moan of frustration. Having walked another twenty meters, he led me to a low fence. Looking around, he pulled his shorts over his hips, and put my hand on his erect body. Immediately, my palm clasped his thick cock and began to drive him up and down.

“Kiss him,” Peter groaned, and I squatted down and let him in between my lips. The head immediately began impatiently poking into my mouth, occasionally causing nausea, and I, clasping the member at the base with a ring of the thumb and index finger, limited the depth of its penetration. A heavy hand fell on my head, setting a leisurely rhythm. During the immersion of a member in my mouth, I had time to lick his tongue, after which the member is almost completely out, forcing me to pull the lips along the trunk.

Unable to endure the growing excitement, I penetrated my swimming trunks with my free hand and began to pull at the swollen lips and clitoris. The orgasm was not long in coming, the vagina generously watered my hand with its nectar. My legs gave way, and I knelt down.

Noticing that my tongue was no longer actively polishing his dignity, the man jerked me to my feet and, turning his back to himself, made me put my hands on the fence.Then he untied the ribbons in my trunks, and the little rag slid down easily. I felt the hands of Peter in my waist, and then a well-oiled vagina took in a rather large penis size. After a couple of short shocks, Peter began to go deep into me, forcing the vagina to whine sweetly, when on the way back the member remained in me literally for half a time. Despite the fact that the man was holding me tenaciously in his hands, I started prying my way to meet his movements, and very soon the space around us was filled with shameless sounds that arise when two bodies become one. By squeezing the vagina as far as possible, I put everything on Peter's organ with all my strength. Finally, feeling the man's hands with iron tongs clutching at my buttocks, I began to cum, drenching the penis with my love moisture. Meanwhile, Peter's movements became sharper and sweeping, and the grip of his hands became just painful.

- In you can? - Peter croaked in my ear, grabbing me under the stomach with one hand and pulling my hair towards me with the other.

“Don't,” I just managed to exhale as I was immediately lowered onto my knees, and a member covered with my juices flew in between my lips.

Taking advantage of my post-orgasmic weakness, he, passing his fingers through my long hair, clasped my head with both hands and began to force his penis in, reaching the very throat. Not having the strength to resist, I only weakly rested my hands on the hips of the man who had me in his mouth. It was hard enough to keep the balance under the blows of an ever-growing man. Tears welled from the strain on her eyes, saliva began to drip from her chin, flowing out of her mouth with every movement of her mouth. But everything ever comes to an end, and here a tart of sperm struck me in the sky, and a minute later, the limp and completely licked member of Peter left my mouth and was tucked back into shorts.

“Wow, that was something,” the man said, patting my cheek.

Without answering, I rose from my knees, simultaneously feeling them for damage. Fortunately, the main blow took on a pareo. “Yes, I still didn’t have enough to flaunt the remaining time with erased knees,” I thought, picking up my own melting from the ground.

Peter gave me a napkin, and I carefully wiped my smeared face, hastily put myself in order. Coming out of the fence, we continued on our way to the sanatorium. Peter hugged me in a loyal manner for the waist, occasionally grabbing my butt.

Unhurried walk allowed to come thoughts in order. The adventure I just experienced was something out of the ordinary for me. For the first time I, so easily, fucked a guy practically on the street, in vain, that the darkness securely sheltered me from prying eyes. Feeling a desire to fool around, I turned to Peter and dug into his lips. Let him try himself, I thought with a laugh, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth.

Peter, taken aback, first tried to pull away, but then he answered my kiss.

“Now we are quits,” I smiled, “you'll know how to fuck girls right on the street.”

“We'll see whose it will take,” he replied with a smack of slapping me on the ass.

Saying goodbye to Peter in front of my body, I went upstairs and decided to go to Inga to chat before going to bed. Pulling the door to her room, I heard moans and slaps of bodies colliding with each other ...