The road from Vladimir to Taganrog seemed to me more pleasant and easier than vice versa. Still, home to the warm sea.

A thousand versts on a new car is not a detour. Still, more than 1,200 kilometers behind the wheel, it is very difficult and boring for one person.

The trip went three together with two engineers from KB "Beriev". One of them, Stas Alukhov, I knew from the institute, they were engaged in orienteering together. And then often at different meetings of bard songs intersected. We met with Oleg Yarov before we left the main meeting.

I offered to go to them in my car, which I took the week before. I wanted to run faster.

We throw off gasoline and go. Nor any trains, trains, transfers in Rostov. In the morning we will leave, in a day - we will be in place, and not late at night.

But they left back two days later, but I had to stay for two weeks ...

I left Vladimir at seven in the morning. At the entrance to Orekhovo-Zuyevo stopped at a cafe to eat and relax.

At the next table were two girls.

- Here I am a fool, Mashka, that listened to you. I will never get to Rostov without money from here. - Quite loudly and with resentment argue one another.

- Light, calm down, people hitchhiked across Russia.

- I'm calm. But I'm a little scared.

I finished my coffee, got up from the table, walked over to them.

- Sorry, I accidentally heard your conversation. I am going to Taganrog, I can give a lift to Rostov.

- How many? - Asked the one who, judging by the conversation, called Light.

- In terms of? - I was a little surprised.

- How much money you take.

- Ugh, damn it. - I spat a picture. - I want to help, I agree.

- Then I am "for"! When are we going?

- Finish your coffee. I'll just break through and I will wait for you at the entrance.

- By the way, I am Sveta, and this is my friend Masha.

- I somehow guessed the conversation. And my name is Victor.

- Very nice. - In one voice, said my new friends.

- Me too. - With these words, I turned around and went out into the street.

Five minutes later, the girls came out of the cafe, and after ten the silver Octavia jumped out onto the M7 Volga, cheerfully and confidently picking up speed. Now the road went more fun. Sveta turned out to be a sociable, cheerful, and very interesting conversationalist.

By seven o'clock in the evening drove Voronezh. In Nova Usmani, I offered to stop and dine.

- Is your back tired? - Svetlana asked, seeing me on my stiff legs getting out of the car.

- The machine is new, I have not adjusted the seat. Numb body.

- Do you want to give you a massage?

- Then, let's go, have a snack. “But after taking a couple more steps, I realized that I could no longer move.” - Fuck!

I just squatted down and couldn't stand up anymore.

- What are you, Vit? - She jumped to me!

- Seem 3, 14zdets ... open the trunk! - I pressed the button on the key fob alarm. - Fold the rear seats.

- Now.

And I just fell on the asphalt back and groaned.

- Done! Hey what are you - Light ran to me.

- Already better. - I tried to roll over and get up. It turned out with difficulty.

My fellow traveler helped me get to the car. The field of which I just ducked the trunk, lounging on a flat floor with my back to the top.

- “I didn’t lose when he took back”. - I thought.

- Vitya, I’ll run to the pharmacy and come back.

- Give money?

- Do not, I have a little, should be enough. And while you try to undress.

I grabbed my hands in the backs of the front seats, and pulled myself into the cabin completely, after which Sveta closed the fifth door.

Each movement was given with great difficulty and responded to the hellish back pain. But still I managed to take off my shirt and shirt and unbutton my pants.

Light appeared twenty minutes later.

- Here I bought it. - She showed some orange tube. - Do not worry, I graduated from massage courses.

- Erotic? - I was joking.

- And him too, but now you need a therapeutic. And the fact that joking is good.

“It only hurts to laugh.”

- Terpi Cossack - you will be the chieftain!

- I hate it ...

Then Sveta began to feel the vertebrae with her thumb and forefinger and suddenly pressed on my lower back, something cracked there. I cramped cramp. And then everything went well, or ... almost gone.

- Even without a mat? - My rescuer was amazed. - Now I will relax my muscles, and you will be like a new one.

- Cool. What was it?

- This is your vertebral disc clamped. - She said, running her hands along the spine and flexing my stiff muscles.

And I just moaned quietly from pleasure.

- Done, and you will fall asleep more on occasion. - About ten minutes later Svetlana announced.

- Thank you saved. - I sighed with relief, rising.

- Where? - And I was crushed into place. - You're warmed up. How can you hide?

- There was a sleeping bag somewhere.

“I'll cover you, and don't move for half an hour.”

During this time, my companion, taking the truth from me, went to a nearby cafe, where she bought takeaway food.

- You can get up, - they allowed me, - it's time to eat.

- Let's go, not to food now.

- Where? You can't sit now, we'll go tomorrow morning.

- I understood. There is an excellent type of parking here, ten kilometers away. And I have little gasoline, it is necessary to refuel.

- Persuaded.

Fifteen minutes later I stopped the car on the bank of Tamlyk.

It was a warm July evening. The sun was setting in a field beyond the river. We lay on a bed spreading on the grass, and ate a standard dinner from a roadside cafe: skewers with salad and drank it all with orange juice.

- And here is beautiful. Romantically so. - Swallowing the last piece of kebab, said Sveta.

- Yes, in general, not bad. When I studied at the institute here I often went with tents with the guys. - Covering my eyes, I began to remember.

- What did you finish?

- Voronezh Polytech. Avionics.

- Cool! What are you doing in Taganrog?

- I work.

- Where?

“Have you heard anything about seaplanes?”

- These are the fires that extinguish.

- You are about the Be-200 probably. Almost guessed. Only these are airplanes that take off from the water and from ordinary airfields.

- What is the name of such a nasty "BU".

- Like everything else in the Soviet years - by the first letters of the surname of the chief designer George Beriev, who, by the way, was the original source, was Beriashvilli.

- I see. And how are we going to sleep?

“I didn’t think about this ...” I hesitated, “the trunk is big, just lay down next to it, we will cover ourselves with a sleeping bag.”

- Just near? - She looked at me and somehow slyly squinted.

- Just next, I'm tired and my back hurts.

- What about erotic massage?

- Unless erOtICoGo. Persuaded.

“Then just relax and enjoy.”

- Let's go to the car. And then we relax, and then I can not move again.

A few minutes later I was lying in the trunk completely naked, and Sveta rubbed her breasts on my dick.

- He's so healthy. - With a little surprise and, it seemed to me, she said in dismay.

“Twelve years ago, it was almost twenty-two centimeters.” Now I do not know.

- Why twelve years ago?

- Do you understand, at thirteen or fourteen years old, it is common for many boys to measure their members with a ruler for the sake of interest, or to argue, and then somehow it’s not up to such nonsense.

Then she licked my nipple, crawled to the bottom. Got a tongue into the umbilical cord, which almost brought to the first orgasm that evening. When she reached the crotch, she took the penis with both hands and started ... no, not jerking off, but as if squeezing it, twisting around its own axis. Then she took the eggs and began to roll them in her tender palm. Then she bowed her head and gently licked the scrotum. More and more. And then she kissed her, and pulled both my testicles into her mouth. And she began to drive them there language. And at this moment my hard-to-limit member, as it seemed to me, exploded, throwing out a few liters of sperm. And simultaneously with it my brain was detonated by a crazy orgasm firework.

A cold sweat appeared on me, it seems that I even lost consciousness for a while. And opening his eyes, he saw the smiling face of Svetlana.

“E-gay, Wi-and-it-ah, how are you?”

- Kapets ... - The voice to which I said it was unfamiliar. Coughing up, I added - what was it?

- So little things. A tenth of all my capabilities and one hundredth of your body's capabilities. - With these words, she gently slipped one of my palm under my back, and the second gently pressed on the crotch in the prostate area. And, oh miracle ... I got up again.

- Now let's continue. - With these words, she sat on top of me and began to drive around the wild horse.

Then I threw back the front seats, threw Sveta's legs on the head restraints. And he got up on his knees on the seats and slowly, almost to the full length, he inserted his penis into it. I moved smoothly at first, then began to accelerate the movement, reducing the amplitude.

Firefly, quietly moaning, then her sounds became louder. She began to move her pelvis a little, bringing herself to orgasm.

I sped up even more. Suddenly, Light shrieked, wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly, not allowing me to move anymore.

My dick, all his long felt like pulsating hot vagina of my companion. Sveta finished, highlighting an unusually large amount of menstrual fluid.

And then we went swimming in the light of the moon and again "loved" each other. Standing on the chest in the water, Svetlana hugged my neck, I kissed her on the lips.

Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, leaned against me. Hugging her with one hand, the second I tucked my penis into her bosom, and began to sway from heel to toe, then jump slightly. And it affected my spine. So I walked slowly towards the shore.

Very gently laid her on the grass. Sveta spread her legs, I bent over her and re-entered her. Twenty minutes later, we almost simultaneously reached orgasm. I poured the sperm on her chest and there.

We went to bed late. I slept badly, tossed and turned. In the half-dream, I caught myself on the fact that I was kissing Sveta on the cheek, now on the neck, then on the lips.

Waking up with the first rays of the sun, got out of the car and went to wash. Ran to the next village for fresh milk and fresh eggs, bacon and potatoes. On a campfire with the help of improvised means I built a marching breakfast for this.

And by the time my fellow traveler awakened, he set the table ...

... At nineteen thirty seven, the silvery Skoda Octavia entered the five-story building courtyard on Filimonovskaya Street.

“Well, here I am at home,” said the girl sitting to the right of the driver with a smile. “Thanks for the ride.” Fun time spent.

- Thank you for your back! Here is my business card, if that call. And come, wait by the sea. - The driver nodded to her, taking from the inside pocket of the purse.

Then the girl got out of the car and headed for the entrance. Turned sharply, ran to the driver's door. I stuck my head in the open window. She kissed the driver on the lips and whispered in his ear:

- I come to you! Be sure to come! Do you need to hear !!!