For my successful summer session, my parents gave me three weeks of rest in a boarding house at Plekhanov University near Anapa. The place really turned out to be wonderful. The sea is warm and lucky with the weather. For me, perhaps, there was only one problem - the frequency of each day with its three meals a day and the same neighbors, which were not particularly interesting to me on beach loungers. Bus trips around the neighborhood didn't take me too much. So after two weeks I decided to go and save myself from such a monotonous life with long walks along the seashore. At first I went towards Apapa, but after reaching two hours almost to Vityazevo with crowds of sunbathers on the beach, I decided to return.

The next day, immediately after breakfast and morning bathing, I went along the coast in the “Crimean” direction. I looked on the Internet that there is a sandy Bugaz Spit stretching for 12 kilometers between the Black Sea and the large estuary. And I decided to see what it is. On the first three kilometers of my path, the beaches were exactly the same as in our boarding house - it was a strip of recreation centers of various organizations. And then a kilometer-long strip of hilly dunes and a large car camping area began. The well-groomed beach here is clearly diminished along with stalls and waste baskets. But the swimmer and sunbathing people first increased, and then began to decrease as I approached the long high dune with the rotating direction finder at the top. Ahead, between the sea and this high dune, a row of tents and residential automodules appeared. Soon, I stopped in front of a sign saying that there is the territory of the “Clean Dunes” nudist camping, and a sign like a car, on which a separate swimsuit was crossed out in red.

I stopped thinking about what I should do next. Of course, I did not want to get naked just to go through the camping area. But it was still too early to go back. I decided to just sunbathe on the sand right next to the border of the campsite. The fact is, the small area adjacent to the border was clearly cleaned of polyethylene debris, spoiling the landscape and the last few hundred meters of my way that was very annoying to me. Having bathed in the sea, I lay down about five meters from the sign prohibiting clothing and began to have nothing to do with curiosity to spy on the life of nudists. However, at the beginning there was almost nothing to look at. The time was nearing noon, so that nudists basically hid from the scorching sun with might and main under tents and tents. However, the situation soon revived in an unexpected way.

First, in the nearest camper, from which only fifteen meters separated me across the border of the camp, voices were heard. Under the tent in front of the camper with a veil in their hands came a slender, beautiful girl with long blond hair gathered in a ponytail. While she was shaking the coverlet, I managed to read the inscription on it in large letters in three lines: "Sexodrome of Nothing is Holy!". I was even somewhat taken aback: "Wow, petitioner!"

Glancing at me, she lay down on the bedspread and then shouted to someone at the camper: "Victor, I want grapes and be photographed." A young man with a camera around his neck and two large bunches of amber-yellow grapes came out to her call under the tent. I was just numb from amazement because I recognized in him ... Viktor Ivanovich, the supervisor of his term paper. To put it mildly and in big words, I felt a little awkward. At first I wanted to get up and leave quickly to avoid some kind of incorrect situation due to his naked clothes. But then I thought that he would hardly recognize me now in a wide-brimmed hat and dark sunglasses, and decided that I would always have time to leave without attracting their attention.

The situation, of course, for me was very piquant. But curiosity also sorted out: what does he have to do with this blonde? I never thought about the marital status of Viktor Ivanovich, but I had never seen this girl before. For the sake of conspiracy, I turned over on my stomach, put the palm of my left hand under my right cheek and began to quietly watch this sweet couple, looking into the crack between the edge of my hat and my left elbow. A whole photo session on the theme “Nude with grapes” unfolded before my eyes. The girl took the languid, then candid poses, and Viktor Ivanovich with a camera enthusiastically fussed around her in search of a better angle. I noticed that the blonde several times glanced in my direction. But she did not attach any special significance to this and turned over onto her back. However, further events began to develop quite unexpectedly for me.

The blonde suddenly said something to Viktor Ivanovich, pointing her hand at me. Then she took a camera, came out from under the tent and, coming up to me, asked: “Girl, could you take a picture of us together against the background of this sign?” (She pointed at the sign with the crossed swimsuit). Then panic swept over me, but there was nothing left to do but agree, muttering: “Yes, of course.” I decided to keep silent as much as possible so as not to give myself a voice. Perhaps all somehow cost.

They stood, hugging the sign, and I clicked them. “And if you can, some more pictures” - the blonde asked again. Seeing her closely, I noted to myself with some surprise that, despite the graceful young figure, she was clearly not my age. Perhaps she was a little over thirty. But she looked just amazing for her age.

They swapped around the mark. Then, laughing, they began kissing at the camera. And the last frame I took was already beyond the bounds of decency, because the blonde cheered up the manhood of her companion with his hand and showed it in all its rearing beauty, while pretending that she was about to take it into her mouth. I felt extremely uncomfortable with this skit, but what could I do but politely press a button? Having finished photographing, I returned the camera to the blonde. She immediately began to look at the footage and then told me: “Thanks for the help!” And without thinking, I automatically answered her: “It’s not worth thanks ...”

That's just for nothing that I said. At the sound of my voice, Viktor Ivanovich suddenly became anxiously peering into my face and then somehow uncertainly asked: "Nastya?" Feeling like a complete fool, I could only squeeze out of myself: "Hello, Viktor Ivanovich." The blonde first looked at us both in amazement, and then with a chuckle said to her companion:

- However, I did not know about the scale of your popularity among girls in Anapa ...

- Actually, Anapa has nothing to do with it. Nastya wrote a term paper with me, - naked Viktor Ivanovich replied gloomily

And I was so confused that I could only nod at this.

- Well, at least you introduced me to your student ...

- Get acquainted, Nastya, - this is Irina, my spouse.

At this official presentation, I was able to squeeze out of myself only the duty phrase about what they say, I am very pleased. Probably, it sounded extremely silly, because Irina just laughed.I had no idea how to proceed, and tried to leave: “The situation turned out to be some kind of stupid. If I may, I will go and I will not disturb you from resting. Please excuse me. ”

But Irina restrained me, having slightly touched my hand: “May you wait for the departure. Do you ever tell us how you got here? ”

- Yes, I actually just walked along the shore. I rest in Blagoveshchenskaya, in the Pleshki pension. Here I wanted to go to the Bugaz Spit, and here was the nudist zone.

- The Bugaz Spit begins after a kilometer, but you can hardly pass the spit itself. There, the Cossacks are outposts and others are allowed into the landscape reserve even for a fee. This is generally a scandalous and even judicial history. Each side has its own truth. Those who break into the jeeps back in for free, shout that the Cossacks have no right to charge and the court has recently confirmed it. On the other hand, who will clean the scythe for free ...