- Come to me?

- Where?

- To the country.

- I'm not against. And what are we going to do there?

- I will melt the bathhouse, take a steam bath, I will cook shish kebabs ...

- It sounds cool. When?

- This coming Saturday. Are you satisfied?

- Yes, I am free.

Alena was my friend. I really liked her as a person and as a girl, but a number of circumstances prevented us from being together, namely: we lived in different cities - I went to study in another city and was already in the third year, but she stayed in her own, and was only a year younger than me. Therefore, it was only in the summer that we had the opportunity to see each other when I came for the holidays in my hometown. I was pleased with her company in all respects, so I suggested that she go to my country house - to be together in nature far from the city.

I bought everything I needed, and it took quite a bit: meat for kebabs, bread, water and a bottle of wine (just in case). We agreed to meet at the bus stop at about one in the afternoon.

Alena came up a little later. She was wearing a light summer sundress of lilac color, barely reaching her knees, her long black hair fluttering under the gusts of a warm breeze, and in her hands she carried a small handbag. With a light step, almost skipping, she flew up to me, gave me her radiant smile, greeted me joyfully and hugged me tightly.

I have always been so warm from her arms. She could so sincerely and strongly embrace, having pressed her whole nature to my body, and without investing any vulgarity in it, but to do everything so easily and naturally. And although she did not invest any ulterior thoughts in these hugs, thoughts appeared spontaneously to me. And I, even more so, was unable to control the young organism and the boiling blood, so I tried as quickly as possible, but tactfully, to get rid of her tender arms entwined around my torso so that Alyonka would not notice my unwilling desire.

We boarded the bus, there were few people, so we calmly drove some distance, supporting an innocent conversation. But after a couple of stops the crush had already begun, so we were tightly pressed to each other near the side of the bus. Not to say that this was part of my plan, but I enjoyed the whole situation.

I was crushed to her by the whole body. Her breasts touched my body and only through a thin sundress and my T-shirt. My leg was between hers, and besides, Alyonka was shorter than me, so my thigh felt her most intimate place. With one hand, I leaned on the glass behind her, and with the other I wrapped my arms around her waist, because it was most convenient to maintain balance in this difficult situation.

- Sorry. I did not expect that there will be so many people.

- Never mind.

On each hummock and fossa, my foot rubbed against her crotch. At every turn, Alyona pressed her breasts more strongly into me, and my hand went down for a few moments just below the line allowed in a decent society. She probably felt my rod with her hip between my legs, but it was difficult for me to determine her reaction to these "close" circumstances. Although she was clearly not opposed, and sometimes even sarcastically glanced at me and smiled.

In silence, we reached the final stop, and when we arrived at the station, there was no trace of awkward silence. I immediately told her to settle down and feel at home. He himself changed into more country clothes, so as not to get dirty - shirt and shorts.

- What do you propose to start, Lesh?

- Let's steam bath in the bath, then eat, and then, if you are in a mood, go to the bath again. I will not immediately extinguish it.

- And what should I do all this time?

- You can take a blanket, spread on the ground in the center and sunbathe for now. Look what the weather is! - I ordered. The sky was surprisingly cloudless, and the scorching sun did not spare anyone.

- Good. No wonder I took a swimsuit.

But I for good reason did not immediately pay attention to her last words ...

He began to chop wood for a bathhouse and for kebabs. Quickly sweated, so I had to take off my shirt. Far from apollo-like, but still slightly muscular body was covered with perspiration. Alenka left the house already in blue with a flower set of bra and panties. She walked past me, twisting her hips enticingly and saying: “Mmm, what a man,” and then she smiled that wicked smile again. Spread out the lounger on the court and lay down to take a sun bath I must say, the procurement of firewood after such a presentation went brighter. I often looked at her beautiful body. Often imagined Alena only in one underwear, but saw it live — for the first time.

- Finish soon and join me! - shouted to me a friend.

I chopped wood, splinters, threw them to melt the bathhouse (this would take about 15 minutes), and went to Alena.

- Spread me, please, back cream with sun protection, - she almost purred.

I wanted to pinch myself to make sure that this was not a dream. But I thought that if it was still a dream, I did not want to wake up, so I just took a tube of cream, squeezed a little on my palm and began to rub it into this beautiful creature. Her skin was so tender. It seemed to melt under my hands.

“Now it's my turn,” a friend said.

I obediently sat back to her, and her soft little hands began to slide on my back, gently rubbing a cream that protects me from the stinging sun, but does not save from her palms burning with tenderness. But on the back Alyonka did not stop. Passing her hands under mine, she began to rub the cream into my chest. I did not mind. Her hands smoothly slid over my skin, then going down to the stomach, then again rising higher, lingering a little on the area around the nipples, which she massaged with her fingers.

This sweet torture did not last as long as it seemed to me.

“Now you are ready,” said Alyonka happily and naturally.

I don’t know what she prepared for me, but my fighter was ready to jump out of shorts, be their gum a little weaker, and I was ready to pounce on her, if I hadn’t been so shy.

For a while we lay nearby. I enjoyed the look of her cream-shiny skin. Although it was difficult to call it simple lying, as if basking in the sun. I was lying on the needles. Or rather, on one needle, which dug into the bottom of my stomach and into my brain, preventing me from considering the situation adequately.

Realizing that enough time had passed, I offered to go to the bathhouse. At first I went inside, checking the temperature, and, after making sure that she was good, suggested that Alena should go first. She hesitated a little.

- What happened?

- And ... we will be there together?

- Yes. What confuses you?

- But in the bath do not sit in clothes ...

“We can sit still for now, I’ll go out early, and then you can undress, wrapped in a sheet at the exit.”

My words seem to have convinced her. But then I was waited only by an even more difficult test: to sit in swimming trunks alongside a pretty girl in a bathing suit under hellish temperature (if there were a steam room in hell) and try to have an innocent conversation, as if I don’t want to knock Alena right there and do it with her stormy sex. But such thoughts did not help me restrain myself.

We just sat in a room with hot air, like in a sauna. I slightly fell, pouring out the colonel on the hot stones.

- Lesh, tell me, am I beautiful? - suddenly asked Alena.

- Yes, of course, unconditionally. Damn, you're just a model!

“Hah, don't make me laugh,” the girlfriend replied, smiling. - I need to lose weight - eat less, and then out, like a cow: (

- Drop those thoughts. You have a very slim body.

- As you can’t see, my fat is just hanging in such bags!

- Well, let me now I will give more, and he will be completely drowned out of you)

From my words, Alyonka got a little cheerful, and the conversation went on easily. Yes, and I calmed down. We sat, steamed, talked, went out to the cold compared to the bath air, whipped ...