My name is Roman, I am 36 years old and I would like to tell some stories that took place in my life. All my stories are based on real events, only the names of the main characters are changed.

So, let's begin. For more than 15 years I worked on the railway in one of the border cities in the Rostov region. Unfortunately, the war in the Donbass has abruptly changed many fates, including mine, and the heroines of my stories (our glorious office has been broken up, now I am a writer). Our company was engaged in customs clearance of transit cargoes crossing the border from Ukraine and further down the territory of Russia. The work was interesting. The company had 30 employees. Mostly naturally women. There were only five men. The head of the company, a programmer and three specialists, including me. The work was round-the-clock, and took place in shifts. That is, there were four shifts of seven people. In my shift, I was the only man in a wonderful female flower garden. The girls were mostly my same age, not counting the shift supervisor - an obstinate lady at the age of well over forty, a convinced bachelor, as she called herself. Although with such a nasty character as hers and her figure, to put it mildly, “not a fountain,” it is not surprising that nobody simply coveted at her.

However, it is not about her. Two sisters and their mutual friend worked in our shift. The eldest was called Maria. Not beautiful, in the classical sense of the word, That is, not a meter ninety height and not 90-60-90, but undeniably super-sexy. Cute attractive face, blue eyes, streaked blond hair with a curved haircut, a decent size elastic standing chest, slim waist, round taut butt and slender legs. In short, a real "Oriental woman", which is simply not possible. Her younger sister, Svetlana, was a little taller than Maria, slender, just of model appearance. Everything was spoiled only by her incredibly long nose, for which everybody called her “our Buratinka” for her eyes.

The elder Mary belonged to the category of women who enjoyed the increased attention of the stronger sex, and the weak, out of feelings of envy, sizzled in the back “honest davalka”, “whore” or something worse. We can not say that the rumors that went around the company about the adventures of Mary were not unfounded. Different "friends" are constantly spinning around her. Because of this, her pussy - her husband was horned like an elk. However, the younger sister just transferred to us in a shift, in order to control beyond measure the loving older one.

Separately, it is worth mentioning their girlfriend Natasha. Age 30 years. Medium height. Breasts that two melons. The face is round, like a soup plate, blue eyes on the roll out, a bright red mouth "bow." In general, not pretty, add here a pretty impressive ass, and the image will be completed. Nevertheless, this did not prevent her from considering herself the most charming and attractive. But nothing about the inflated self-conceit and nothing at all. However, despite the poor character and far from the model appearance, Nataha had many admirers and lived in a civil marriage with a rich "papa", who was twenty years older than her.

Of course I really liked Maria. But our relationship never went beyond the usual mutual sympathy and easy flirting. However, the fate of the night shift decided otherwise.

The eve was a hot July day. The sun beat down mercilessly, but the evening brought long-awaited coolness. Our senior shift talked to the attendant at the railway station. It seems that the so-called “window” was waiting for us, the railway workers will understand me.In short, due to some work in the adjacent border area of ​​Ukraine, the movement of trains for almost 10 hours was stopped. There were two such wonderful nights in the year, a maximum of three. This meant that each employee could do what he wanted: to walk around the territory of the station square, to spend time at computer toys or to download and watch a movie. As if by itself, the idea arose "but not to chase wine for dinner". No sooner said than done. We chipped in for alcohol and snacks, promptly flew to the nearest "Magnet". Dinner was held in a relaxed atmosphere, the guys from the customs shift pulled up, and the degree of fun rose sharply. In the course went whiskey and brandy. Three hours later, all were great tipsy.

The head of the customs shift soon zahomutal all his own and uploaded some kind of paper boredom, purely so that the guys would not get drunk, and would not disgrace such a respected organization as the customs authorities of the Russian Federation. Soon our elder, and with her two other girls decided that they had had enough, and went to rest to snatch a few hours of sleep. The younger sister Svetlana, too, was somehow lost in the quiet. Only I, Maria and Natashka remained, it was not so easy to get rid of that. It was impossible to take it, but she decisively refused to be cut off. In order not to interfere with the rest of our employees, we moved our holiday under the blue spruce near the station square. There in a secluded corner, surrounded by a well-groomed bush hedge, stood a table with two benches. This place was known only to station workers, so it was possible to remain in relative safety. In the night the nightingale sang, the drunk alcohol made us more liberated. Intimate conversations rushed. I allowed myself some liberties. First he began to stroke Mary's back, then he went down below.

The ass was amazing to the touch, the night and the nightingales set us on a sexually-romantic mood. It was pleasant to feel in the hands the pliable flesh of the accessible female body. A light breeze ruffled Mashkin's hair, bringing to me their delicious smell. After another glass of cognac, I decided to go further, allowing myself to already stroke the thigh. The girls talked about their ladies' themes, Maria pretended that nothing was happening. The thigh was warm. The skirt has somehow driven itself off. Maria's full hips slightly parted. My hand touched the crotch, panties were wet. Maria jerked as if from an electric shock. She was great on edge. In order not to sleep before Nataha, I removed my hand, although I wanted so much to continue. It was already the beginning of the fourth, when a crazy idea suddenly came to me, although of course at that time it seemed unrealistic to be a genius. In the vicinity of our city was a gravel pit. Mining stopped there ten years ago, since then the quarry was filled with water and turned into a pleasant place to rest. The water in the lake was clean. Standing on the neck in the water, you could see the bottom. In addition, such an early time promised me and the object of my desire long-awaited solitude.

- Masha, - I poured the girls another 30 grams (and Natah, not 30, but one hundred and thirty, so that she would okosel and leave us alone) - and went swimming in the lake.

- What are you doing? - Maria was stunned.

- Judge for yourself, romance, dawn, the lake and no one. You can even swim with an adult, without panties, ”I tried to direct the conversation in the right direction.

The girls laughed.

- And what, - Natakha drunkenly hiccupped - drove, I'm not weak!

On that and decided. It was impossible to get rid of Natah. It stuck like a bath leaf. And I wanted to see Maria without panties. However, there was nothing to do, I took with me the brandy I started, the remains of a lemon and an orange. Hoping that our donut on the way will reach the condition and be cut off. The girls climbed into the backseat of my Lancer and we set off. The road took us about thirty minutes. Nataha, although she still finished 150 grams of cognac, was clearly not going to retire. The whole brilliant plan went down the drain. Nevertheless, it was fun, we were completely alone on the lake.Still, what a fool would go out of town so early in the company of two drunk virgins. The day came into its own. Dawn was wonderful. In the bowl of the lake it was completely quiet, the mirror of the water was calm. Light steam swirled over the blue satin. It was warm and cozy. We settled on the coastal grass. Girls have fun guldy, rolled even a sip of brandy. Throwing off his shoes, went into the water on the knee. I undressed to the pants, always wear ...