- ABOUT! Morning toilet! From the Lord God himself ... Well, do you think you slept well?

He hugged her back, leaned over to her, kissed both nipples, and then on the lips.

- So. What is this? Come on ...

He took the tense, busy Laura by the chin and made him look into his eyes.

They, as always, sparkled with excitement and insane. Laura did her best to pretend that she was as always.

- Yes, I didn’t get enough sleep. I dragged you out of the plane, like a sack of potatoes ... Let's take a slip in the shower, Laura-Microflora, otherwise you smell like yesterday's passion ...

7.

When she got dressed, put on her makeup and went out with him - with every step her eyes made everything round and round.

First, the sea was near. Immediately, two steps away - velvet, bottomless blue, as in the fairy tales of Scheherazade.

Secondly, such grace sparkled around, that I wanted to soar into the blue air and rush along with the seagulls. Greens, palm trees, the dazzling sun came down on Laura suddenly, unexpectedly, even though they warned themselves about the sunbeams in the hall, - and Laura choked them out of habit, like choking on eagerly drinking.

Thirdly, around every now and then completely naked people came across. And men, and women, and even children. They easily walked around the hotel, chatted, got into their cars and did the same things that ordinary people do.

Shocked, Laura looked inquiringly at Ivan Ivanitch.

- Never seen a naturist? This is one of the largest nature resorts. It's low season now, and here, count, deserted ... Yeah, I told you - go barefoot!

Heels on the sand - like stilts in a swamp. It was hot, and on Laura’s hand, a bunch of rags were growing ...

- Run in the room - take it?

- Do not. Now this problem will be solved by itself.

They came to something like a checkpoint that separated the hotel from the shore.

- Look, Laura-Flora. In aglitski you understand?

“Nah,” the terrified Laura lied, even though she had already read and understood the “GIRLS ENTRANCE NAKED ONLY” label.

- And in French? - for some reason asked Ivan Ivanovich.

... It was terrible. After long altercations, fading, hooting in the heart, goosebumps and gazes, Laura went into the most secluded, as she thought, corner, and went out with such a look that even pigeons and gulls were shy for her. Her bare cunt and chest screamed from each of her eyes, from crimson cheeks and from a lecherous smile.

Having handed the clothes of a smiling waiter (dressed, by the way), Laura walked with Ivan Ivanitch to the shore.

The sea immediately intoxicated her. Alertness suddenly vanished, and in return spun dizzy delight of the sea, nudity and freedom. A breeze hit the nose with sea salt, blew a naked body, unusually cooled intimacy ... Laura endured for some time trying to be an adult, and then could not stand it, screamed - and rushed along the shore, hoisting up sand clusters. She popped herself into the sea, screamed, jumped out like a scalded dog, fell into the sand, rolled out like a pig in it, and crashed into the water again ...

“Fifteen degrees,” Ivan Ivanitch shouted, watching her.

On the fifth attempt, she even managed to swim two or three meters. She got out of the blue, stunned, and for some time sedately walked beside Ivan Ivanitch. Together they looked spectacular: naked Laura, shiny with droplets, and tall, polished, dressed like a needle Ivan Ivanovitch.

He was visibly nervous, even though Laura noted this afterwards.

“We’ll go to my friends now,” he said, when she drank in, dabbed, and rolled in the sand.

The anxiety, muffled by the sea and the sun, immediately returned to her, and immediately remembered what she had found in his notebook.

- Here. Can naked, do not be shy.

Laura bickered as best she could, but Ivan Ivanovitch resolutely led her to the cottage, going ashore by a wicket. Excitement adventure overcame: pouring goosebumps, Laura entered him in the yard.

She was so worried that she had poorly digested everything she saw. There were two of some men who looked like movie mafiosi; they kissed her hand, smiled loudly and giggled, treated them to a drink that was crappy, spoke to Ivan Ivanovich in French, and Laura did not understand them.

Ivan Ivanovich pointedly embraced her and kissed her lips. It was evident that he was not at ease, that he did not know French well, and that these two were more important to him. They naked Laura naked from head to toe, and from shame in her all the skin was buzzing like a drum.

- Let's move on to English. After all, we know him better than you do French, ”one of the Mafiosi suddenly said in English.

- Yes, but ... - Ivan Ivanovich nodded at Laura.

“You said she doesn't speak English.”

- Yes, but ... Ok. I am listening to you.

Shocked, Laura tried her best to pretend that she did not understand anything.

—... So, at exactly four. We have a lot of things to do, and you need to enjoy this gift as it should, without fuss ...

- Ivan Ivanovich, I will go ashore. I want to go to the sea, ”Laura said in Russian.

- BUT? - Ivan Ivanovich shuddered. - Good good. Come on. Will you wait for me.

- Yeah. - Laura came out of the cottage and, looking back, went briskly to the hotel.

Step went into a run ... but suddenly Laura stopped. She stood for a minute or two, looking down at her feet, and slowly wandered back.

Ivan Ivanovitch was already heading towards her:

- Lorchik! Lorchik-tomato! Where flies away from us? Wild, asocial Lorchik! Today, great things await us ...

Laura walked over to him. Paused, looking in the sand. Then she said:

- Ivan Ivanovich ... Let's go today. Hiring a whore for them some ...

Rumbled the sea. The wind whistled in the ears. Around went people staring at a strange couple ...

Ivan Ivanovich froze. Then he covered his face with his hands.

- I would have disappeared without you ... But now you would be without me ... I would swim in my bathroom ...

He jerked and stuck a crazy look into Laura.

“I saw how you took the razor back then ... from the bathroom ... Well, why is that?”

A minute or more Ivan Ivanovitch stood, breaking his fingers. Then he suddenly rushed into the sea.

- Ahhhh! Stoooyte! Save! Heeeelp! Heeeeeelp! ... - screamed Laura and ran after him.

The sea was scorching cold. Ivan Ivanovich squished somewhere far away in the waves, and Laura knew with horror that she would not have time ...

8.

... He sighed and coughed hard, cruelly.

- ABOUT! I woke up, Yves Cousteau!

Lanky rescuers, tanned like the Papuans, bared his teeth.

Coughing up the water, he picked up:

- And ... where ... where ...

- Yes, here she is. Do not throw you your stealing. She promised. Right?

“Right,” Laura confirmed. She was still naked.

- So no longer diving in a jacket ...

An hour later, they were sitting in the room - Ivan Ivanovich and Laura, wrapped in blankets, still naked. After a day without clothes, she felt blasphemous to wear even panties.

- So you spar in English better than the queen herself! Nafig lied?

- I do not know. I didn't do it on purpose, honestly ...

“The female organism was premonitory, apparently ... Well, and what are we to do with you, Lorelei?”

- I am not Lorelei, I am Eleanor ... I do not know what to do. Drap from here.

- Wow! So you have a beautiful Helene? Same changes everything! It...

- By the way, I'm sick of calling you Ivan Ivanovich. These two told you "Nick." Nikolai, yes?

- Call me like a human being - “Kolya”. Enough for me! After all, I'm not that old. Forty-two - the flowering of the male body, to your knowledge ...

- Well, Kohl ... Ha. I already had one Kolya.

- No Kohl you had. You were pure, clean when I pulled you in a tubzik, Laura-Helen ...

- What are you ... that is, you ... all the time you are talking all sorts of nonsense! Say something essentially.

- Essentially? Good point ... Well, essentially. Ffffuuuh ...

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