The word "summer" in the subtitles has two meanings. One is just a calendar period from June 1 to August 31. The other is that unforgettable week on the decline of the calendar summer that we spent together on the Black Sea coast. But before the summer in the second sense, there was still a rather long separation during the summer in the first.

Almost a month I was on vacation. When I leave my region even for a few days, I will definitely change the SIM card to a local operator and only give my new temporary number to two people: my wife and the secretary to the boss. Then they decide for themselves how much DD needs for personal or service needs, and give or do not give this number to those who ask.

Some time it was. About a week or ten days. And then something in my heart became restless, something was missing. Some kind of attachment to Yulia, the need for communication, the desire to hear at least her sonorous voice and the serene calmness of intonation, subtle humor and some embarrassment at my ambiguous compliments arose, since there was no possibility of a personal meeting and sex. And I wrote her a text message from the new number, then I called; Naturally, she began to answer and call me too, and an illusion of intimacy arose, despite the geographical distance.

I don’t remember now (and it makes no sense) all that we corresponded and talked about during that period of separation, especially intimate topics that didn’t arise, that is, to consider this communication at a distance as virtual sex would be wrong. But the true meaning of communication was:
- I miss you, Julia!
- I miss you, DD!

And so my dear Yulia, literally a few days before my return, which we both look forward to and look forward to a sweet meeting after a long separation, calls me and gives this information:

- DD, you didn't use all your holidays? Do you have at least a week left?
- Even two weeks. What is it?
- And on August 25 you will be at home?
- Of course, even earlier. I already on Monday the 20th to work.
- Our office has hired a boarding house on the Black Sea coast for a week for employees to rest. Do you want to go with us?
- Really want to! But I'm not your employee, is it anything?
- Nothing, but the only thing is that the organization pays for the employees (except for return tickets), and you will have to deposit money to the cashier or transfer to our bank account.
- And what is the amount?
- Approximately 10 thousand rubles. Well, plus tickets.
- It suits. But I'm not sure that I can send you cash or make a transfer right now.
- This is nothing, I'll bring it for you, then give it back. Now drop me your sms passport information, I'll order tickets.
- Yul, you're just a miracle! After a month of separation, we really need a week to satisfy our longing for each other!
- Yeah, I think so too. Therefore, as I learned about the trip, I really wanted us to be with you. Well, come on, waiting for SMS with data.
- Good and thanks again! I am kissing you, bye!

And finally - SUMMER!
The train from Emsk to Chernomorsk does not go directly through our Ensk, but there is a junction station relatively close to us, where I had to take this train, knowing the time of arrival and departure and the number of the car. My friend and I, who drove me to this station, lingered a bit with my departure, and I went to the platform when the train was already there, and about ten minutes left before departure. Of course, Julia and I corresponded and called up, she knew that I was about to be there, and met me near the door of the car on the platform.

I hugged her and kissed her, I drowned in the charming depth of her gaze and radiant smile.
- My dear, how I miss you! - I whispered in her ear.
- I, too. How nice that you came:

We go in the car. Julia represents me personally to the head of Merkel in English:
- This is my friend, DD! - and the rest of the staff in Russian, but in the same way - meet, this is my friend DD.

I shake hands with men, I nod, smiling to women, listening to their names, and frankly, I immediately forget, since I already went with my huge samovar to Tula, why should I have tiny electric kettles? “Merkel” says something to Yulia, those who understand spoken English laugh, I am about the same, but Julia quickly translates:
- Frau "Merkel" says what a solid friend Julia has. He will not be uncomfortable in the car without air conditioning and doors? Moreover, the weather is very hot, is not it?
- Translate that I like the heat and summer, and the hotter the better. And that comfort is not in a reserved seat or coupe, but in a pleasant team. You can still say hello to Helmut Kohl to the heap!

Julia stares at me because of “Kolya”, most likely the last sentence does not translate, but Merkel apparently knows her nickname and is not offended. She smiles and nods to us, and Julia leads me to get settled.

The office went on vacation as a part of 18 people (including me too), the first four “compartments” of the second-class car were occupied by employees, and in the fifth “compartment” (I think that Yulia bought tickets like this) were our seats: her bottom and mine top.

Deliberately or not, I can’t know, most likely Julia at work also has such a role - to help everyone and in everything, but almost until the very night we don’t manage to sit quietly and talk, but we haven’t seen each other for more than a month, and even look at it. at each other with hungry eyes. Then her boss called her to deal with some contracts for work, then her colleagues individually recalled her and clarified how many rooms there are in the boarding house, and who will be accommodated, then they solved the questions on the optimal lunch-dinner hours during recreation.

But finally it got dark, the dinner time passed, the passengers stopped walking on the car, the guides turned off the main lighting, leaving only the dim person on duty, and Julia in a T-shirt and shorts climbs under the sheet, and I sit down on the side and look into her eyes for a long time.

“Tell me, Distributor,” she says to me, “how did you rest during the holidays, how did you spend your time, what did you think about?”
The food is Yulkina's notion, as it is, for example, the name Sergei has diminutive-appealing forms of Seryozha or Seryozhenka, but you can also come up with a magnifying-coarsening form of Seryoga or Sergeische, and she mostly preferred to call me alone not officially DeDi or DeDe , and not briefly DDshka or DDshiechka, and here is so friendly-like DANische.

- Everything was fine, Julia! - I answer. - Except for a trifle.
- Are you talking about tickets? - I mean that when I left, I didn’t buy the opposite at once, and then problems arose, and I had to solve them by methods that were forgotten from Soviet times.
- Not. I just missed you very much, my sun!
- I, too, - stroking my palm, - I was so waiting for you, I was so used to you, you became so dear to me, big, warm, cozy, reliable, understanding:

I look around, although with such light, horseradish you will understand whether the neighbors in the "compartment" and the small "cup" sleep opposite. Well, to hell with them, in our six-seater sector, her colleagues are not, and I don’t care about the rest of the passengers.

I bow to her and kiss her lips. Long long time. Rattle wheels at the rail junctions? Or is my heart beating so? Sometimes her eyes light up with the glitter of passion? Or do they reflect the light flashing outside the window?

I fold back the edge of the sheet, lie down next to me, tightly pressed against the desired body, and again cover us. We kiss eagerly, to stupor, squeeze each other with insatiable hands, perhaps painfully strongly from the surging passion, but because of the same passion this pain is imperceptible and, on the contrary, desirable.

Zadu t-shirt, under which there is no bra, and a hungry wolf attack on delicious titechki.And the hand under the panties feels a real flood (as applied to the not very richly-wet Yulia), and, having penetrated several times with a pair of fingers (which usually happened not very welcome, but now everything is unusual), I begin to pull at the clitoris. Understand,...