Having walked around a few more apple trees, we rested against a concrete fence that had not yet managed to fall apart. It was evident that the territory behind him was also neglected, but there were appetizing, covered with fruits of apples, and even one pear seemed to be on it.

- You can climb? - asked Nastya.

- Of course! If you plant, - Nastya smiled. The autumn sun fell on her reddened cheeks and parted moist lips, and the wind still trembled slightly thick strands.

The fence was not very high, so I just sat on my knee using the other knee and hands, like a step, so that Nastya could climb.

Of course, I wanted to shove her in the elastic buttocks, but I was afraid that it would look superfluous, the girl and so coped herself.

“And on the other side, the fence is higher,” Nastya warned, sitting on the fence when I handed her the backpacks.

“Let's see now,” I climbed onto the concrete slab and figured it out. Indeed, on the other side, under the fence, a moat was dug, which now covered withered grass, which was reckless to jump into. I carefully descended holding onto outstretched hands on the other side of the fence, accepted backpacks from Nastya.

- Can you jump? I'll catch you! - I stretched my hands to Nastya.

- Good. Now!

The girl was sitting on the fence with her legs dangling. Here she rested her hands on the edge of the fence, and with her heels on the rough surface of it and slightly raising the body, she shifted the pelvis forward and now held only by the strength of her hands and boots sliding along the fence downwards. Her jacket was kicked up again teasing me with an appetizing tummy with dimples and a loose elastic of panties half a centimeter from her jeans belt. I had no choice but to support her around the waist, touching the bare skin with my hands, hiding the elastic quivering flesh underneath. This touch pierced through me, forcing my heart to go into my heels, but everything that happened took a split second. As soon as Nastya felt that she was in my strong hands, the girl pushed off from the fence a little, so as not to slip on her bare loin, and let go of the arms, jumped off, supported by my hands and grasping my shoulders for balance.

As I said, the girl was of sufficiently dense constitution because the weight in her was enough, and when she jumped off we took a couple of steps backward by inertia, until I rested against the trunk of the tree, pressing my back into it. The obstacle brought us together and Nastya literally slammed herself into me, having pressed herself to me with her whole body. I still touched the bare skin of her waist and her hands lay on my shoulders. Her face was right in front of me in a couple of tens of centimeters. I smelled of her mint hot breath, and her parted lips beckoned and teased me with a scarlet bow. We met eyes and I could not take them away, drowning in the gray-blue waves of her pupils. In a word, for a moment from her closeness, I just lost my head and for some reason I asked stupidly:

- May I kiss you?

- Sure you may! - Not at all embarrassed answered the girl, as if she expected it. Her eyes closed and her head slightly inclined to the side, she was already bringing her parted lips to mine.

When you are used to kissing one girl and suddenly you kiss another, you clearly feel that this kiss is different from those of your girlfriend. So it was in my teens, when three young men and three girls were playing with a bottle and kissing quite an adult, passionately, with a tongue. Three different pairs of lips, three completely different kisses ...

Nastya’s sponges were puffier than Masha’s, but her mouth was smaller, so at first it seemed cramped to me when my tongue invaded her pretty mouth. The lips of the girl absorbed the apple sweetness and were elastic, slippery and sweet.Her tongue was smaller than that of my girl, but its hard, sharp tip rather briskly explored my mouth, picking it between my lips and teeth, then traveling around the palate, then entering into a dance with my tongue. Nastya knew how to kiss, nothing can not be said. I already did not hide my riser and he firmly rested against the thigh of my companion, who was pressing ever closer to me with his whole body. Nastya was quietly but very protractedly moaning during a kiss, or it was her breathing that created such a duet with a wind rustling in the branches of trees.

I do not know how long this could go on, but voices scared us, someone was walking behind that ill-fated fence, talking loudly and laughing. In such deserted places, you are always wary and cautious about people that have appeared, and when you kiss someone else's girlfriend, risking being noticed by someone you know or from your neighbors, that’s completely dumb.

We reluctantly broke our sweet kiss. The hitherto pink cheeks of Anastasia were now glowing with a burgundy color filling the space under the eyes and moving to the nose. We were breathing hard looking at each other. I was still clutching Nastya in my arms, and she smoothly freed herself from them and wiping her wet mouth on the back of her second palm, silently went to the backpacks and threw her shoulders back and turned to me.

- Come on! She called softly, trembling in her voice, and the color never left her face.

Again, narrow paths trampled by someone among the tall, withered grass. Again, flowing from the plane into the plane of the buttocks of the girl in front of me. I did not know what to do now. I mentally balanced on a thin wall without knowing where to fall. On the one hand, he regretted and was ashamed of what happened, on the other hand, he longed to continue, or at least repeat this insane kiss. I did not know what all Nastya thinks about now, but I could not directly ask, it seemed to me like something stupid and embarrassing.

“Here is a pear, sweet,” Nastya interrupted my thoughts, and it seemed that her voice was still slightly trembling. - True, everything has already been stolen downstairs, you need to climb a tree.

Nastya, it seemed, was also in thought and uncertainty about what had happened. I did not feel in it neither alienation nor former enthusiasm, she ... as if she was waiting for something, imagining that I myself would decide how it would be next. It seemed to me, but I could just make it all up!

I climbed a tree, almost falling down, when a branch cracked under my foot.

- Be careful, - Nastya shouted in alarm.

- Fine! - I climbed on.

Typing a bag of pears, I went downstairs and put it next to the backpacks. Next to her was Nastya, leaning her shoulder against a tree and chewing a straw, moving it to the corner of her mouth. She gave me the idea that I had not smoked since morning. Also, leaning against a nearby trunk, I reached into my pocket, fished out a battered pack of “Bond” from my pocket, and pulled out a half cigarette from it, put it in my mouth, stuck to my lower lip. I pulled the pack down, and the cigarette remained in my mouth. I loved to do that, in the manner of the coolest guys from the movie. I lazily patted my pockets, remembering where the lighter was going, when suddenly Nastya swiftly stepped towards me and pulled out a cigarette from her teeth and immediately fell to me with a sweet pear-flavored kiss.

“This is our way!” A thought flashed through my head while Nastya’s tongue was full in my mouth. I pulled the girl to me from what she moaned. Having interrupted the kiss for a moment, Nastya looked into my eyes, as if trying to get an answer to the question, do I like everything, do I agree with what is happening, but I just gently pushed her head in the direction of my face, running my fingers through the hair on the back of my head and Nastya, being satisfied With my answer, she closed her eyes again, bringing a flushed face and a greedy mouth towards me. Although, I think my dick, who rested against her hip, was more eloquent than any answer. I crushed the elastic buttocks of my companion through jeans, my kisses expanded the coverage area, moved from the lips to the cheeks and then to the neck. Nastya gladly substituted her neck for kisses, trembling every time my lips barely touched the silky skin.My hand gently melted a small elastic chest hidden from me by a knitted blouse and a bra, but this did not prevent to enjoy her sensuality, and Nastya from such caresses often began to breathe a biting lower lip.

And once again hugs and kisses, touches and caresses. I did not understand at first ...