It so happened that I got an official permit to a departmental sanatorium for 28 days. The sanatorium’s reputation was not so hot - old, unrepaired buildings for a long time, a contingent consisting mainly of people of retirement age, even far of retirement age. Despite the ridicule and jokes of my colleagues, I nevertheless took the voucher - tiredness from work, leaving the girl, some unsettledness of life undermined my strength. Sea, calm, reading - this is what I needed for restoring mental balance. Having collected a few belongings, the most important part of which was the reader, I got on the train, and after a day and a half of dimensional knocking, periodic walks on the ramps and unhurried conversations with my neighbors turned out to be in the right place for me - the sanatorium. I was allocated a modest room with an interior from the 50s, where I flopped into bed and fell asleep, nurturing in my heart vain hopes for a boring long unhurried pastime that was healing for me.

Day 1

The local population really consisted almost only of grandfathers and grannies, service veterans, unassuming by virtue of their age and material reasons, for conveniences and options that the sanatorium was not rich with. Going to the beach, I expectedly saw a rich set of plump bodies, round bellies, varicose legs, dangling cheeks and other attributes of a sick old age. But the word “almost” is not in vain in the first sentence of this chapter ...

I smeared myself with sunscreen — my face, neck, chest, stomach, legs. It’s much harder to handle one’s back.

- to help?

I turned around. Behind me stood an aunt about 40 years old, quite a pretty one.

- Let's be friends. You, of course, are younger than me, but considering those around you - she circled around with her hands, the old woman sitting next to her smacked at the same time with displeasure - we are of the same age with you.

Make friends so be friends, I framed my back under her soft silky handles. The woman was very fun and talkative. An hour later, I knew about Hope everything. And the fact that she is married, but she came alone, and that she loves her husband, and that she is bored here, and about all the neighbors in the building and their oddities. Among other things, I learned a lot about the sanatorium procedures - dining, procedures, the location of all the toilets, minor tricks that make life easier: Nadezhda knew everything, since she had rested in this place for the second time. Two hours later, we had already had time to swim, and then I blew Nadya several times into a fool.

- The husband taught, he has a professional soldier, and a big-headed one. I remember every open card, here's another epaulet for you, ”she laughed. - Oh, by the way, and what are we sitting here, let's go on the upper pool to take a healing bath! Then turn on the elevator, and there will be full of people!

No sooner said than done. Having overcome a long ascent up numerous stairs and slipped unnoticed by the nurse, we found ourselves at a small pool for group bathing.

A wide pool, slightly smacking of some kind of underground minerals, lay at our feet. Having thrown off outer clothing, we had already climbed into the water, when Nadezhda, famously flashing her eyes, said:

- Ida golikom!

- Be sure to golik? - embarrassed, I replied.

- Shy?

- Yes, not that ... Married woman, but such indiscreet sentences! - I tried to go to the counter.

But the officer's wife is still water.

- And I did not offer you to fuck, but just to swim naked. Well, since you're so shy, you act like you know.

And Nadia hid her hands behind her back, trying to unbutton her bra. I hurriedly turned away, and then with ostentatious nonchalance I thrust my foot into unclear and lukewarm water. Water beckoned to her.

Suddenly, to my left, Hope darted into the pool.Shooting around a bundle of mad sprays that hid her naked body, she plunged into warm water and happily snorting buried to the other side of the pool. It was evident from the face of Nadezhda that she wanted to scream and scream freely, and share with me the sensations of bathing, but it was impossible to make noise - the sanatorium personnel were alert and merciless to violations of the regime. Bathing itself at the time that was not intended for it was akin to desecration of the shrine. For swimming naked should have been hanged. Bathing women and men in an empty pool at the wrong time !? Shoot, and then hang!

Not wanting to give up the slack (before the woman chilled, you see!), Having become infected with the excitement of impunity (oh?) Violations of sanatorium tablets with the commandments, and finally cursing, I pulled myself from melting and went into the gray waters, breaking my body - no matter how obscene, not banal, not worn sounded - a serene smooth surface of water.

“Okay?” Hope asked, giggling.

“Extremely,” he braced and tried to make a face like that of a pre-revolutionary merchant with revolutionary posters. - But unusual. Since childhood, not swimming naked.

- Ahhhh! Exposed the same. And what? ... the float between the legs is confused? - pinned Nadia.

“No, it is not confused, but it is wonderful,” I replied seriously, wanting to make it clear that any jokes, even if they are below the belt, are unable to break through the thick wall of my composure.

The soul was seized by a sense of peace, serenity, silence, peace. Warm water, driving round dances around my body. Chatter cicadas, monotonously synchronously cut off from the time of a second. Emerald painting of forests on the mountain slopes. A pair of white, cloudy eyes, like those who survived on this gouache blue blue hot sky, hot from the neighborhood with the biting Sun. What we are there from the sun? Third?

The sound of water diverted my attention from poetic dreams. Turning around, I saw that Nadezhda had crawled out of the water, slowly walked over to the bench, took a towel from there, and began to dry her red, copper hair with it. At that moment I could not be seen and therefore fearlessly examined the naked body of Hope and was delighted. She asked for propaganda posters and film shots of the 20-30s, with their cult of a healthy body, invincible soldiers, tireless workers, healthy and strong mothers. It was impossible to imagine Nadezhda young, she was mature, and this maturity she was very fit. Mature is the right word. Without a shadow of withering, despite the age of forty, except that the abundance of moles that had accumulated during a previous life testified to years. Mature ... Mature round heavy breasts shook alluringly when Nadia wiped her head. Strong back, strong camp, at the bottom of the cavity-diamond. A little bulging in Babski's rounded belly with a small island of vegetation at the very bottom. Wide, but not flabby ass, covered with droplets of water. If the explanatory dictionary needed to illustrate every word, then Nadezhdin priest would be quite useful for describing the word "flesh." Well knocked, resilient, charming flesh.

- Get out, dear. A crowd of pensioners will come here soon.

I stitched the water with wide stitches, reached the side and had already climbed on it, as I realized with horror that there was absolutely no way to get out of the water without shaming myself because of the wild power of erection that arose from contemplating female nude beauty.

- Eeee, Nadia ... But could you turn away ?, - I faked and falsely pleaded, deciding to sacrifice my own selfishness in order to avoid shame. And modestly added, - I hesitate.

But this number failed

- What more! Probably I looked at me when I wiped myself, - the beast laughed. Adult woman, and behaves like a student. Although she goes, I thought.

“C'mon,” I said angrily and categorically. - Throw a towel at least.

- I am not a maid to you, take it yourself, I did not force you to undress.

Gotcha. I tried to scare, posing as a joke:

- Well, how is the riser with me?

- Scared hedgehog bare ass!

And she, bitch, during the course of this conversation already managed to wear a swimsuit. Sat down expectantly on the bench. The erection-traitor didn’t become silent;

There was no choice. Vacationers are patients, ...