White clouds, fancifully curving, slowly sailed across the blindingly blue sky. I lay on the grass, and through the slits of my eyes I looked at them, trying to understand what a cloud looked like. A slightly tart, weary smell of grasses creeped over the clearing. A light breeze blew curious midges and mosquitoes. I didn't want to think about anything. That's how to lie endlessly, looking at the sky and breathing in the summer. But everything comes to an end, much less something pleasant. I sighed and sat up. Before the eyes after the bright sky and the sun floated multicolored circles. But they soon disappeared. I got up and slowly went to the car. The weekend was over. But I did not have to go to the car right away. Near the car were three guys, untidy-clad and with bottles of beer in their hands. I did not hear what they were talking about. Scraps of words, mats and loud rzhach flew to me. One of them leaned on the hood of the car and just watched them, sipping from the bottle. Looks like they were not going to leave. Something, probably my intuition, prompted me that I should not approach them. I crouched behind a thick bush of an unknown plant, not knowing what to do next.

Suddenly, there was a noise of impact and the car was choked with indignant siren. Well, I do not! I still will not leave. I looked around melancholy. The path lay either to the car or back to the forest. I decided to sit out this invasion in the forest. Although I do not know how long they have settled near the machine. I thought. It is not the first time I come to this place and have never seen a living soul here over the whole summer. Where did they come from? There is no settlement nearby. At the edge of the forest, trying not to get their eyes on them, I went further, behind the car, and saw a black Nisan on the side of the road. It was parked at the very edge of the forest and therefore did not immediately catch the eye. So they came on it. But why? Now their conversations have become louder. The wind blew in my direction and brought phrases almost completely. “And let's ... your mother, will you pump the gas tank yourself?” The one who sat on the hood lazily answered him: “Oh well, nah ... Then he will complain and the cops will remember how they were shmonali and Benza was running out!” what! They need gasoline. I understood that this lads were already under the shafa, and when I saw a lonely woman it was not known what they would think about. I had a spare gas canister in my trunk. How would they throw her out, divert attention, and get the most of it?

An unexpected cheeky thought made me move forward. I climbed out from behind the tree and walked confidently to the car. The guys turned and whistled. Not to say that it was unpleasant. I knew that I looked very well. And sweatpants and a light tank top only emphasized the form. I turned into the forest and shouted loudly: “Sash ... now I will return, only I will take water. “The guys povyaglyvali neck, looking out in the empty depths of the forest silent Sasha. I opened the door and inserted the ignition key. The guy got up from the hood and the path was clear. “Eh ... friend,” he grinning brazenly, but not approaching me yet, he said, “fill straws, otherwise our horse is hungry!” I casually pressed a button and opened the trunk: “Take the canister and put money in its place ". While they looked into the trunk and took out a canister, I started the engine. “And the daughters, the beauty, we don’t have,” laughed one, who was sitting on the hood, and loudly slamming the trunk, headed towards the driver’s door to me, “but,” he continued slyly and vilely smiling, “we can pay in kind ! ”The guys sniffed and added something, but I'm not listening, but the gas pedal was already rushing along the desert road ...

Labor week, which began, as usual, with the bosses of the authorities, completely forced out of the head a country incident. In the evening, a friend called and came to visit to mark the beginning of a new work week. The heat was abnormal. We sat on the floor on my balcony and drank a cold martini, snacking with melted ice cream.Suddenly the doorbell rang. How many have called is unknown. The trill flew to the balcony only because we stopped talking for a moment and touched our glasses. I, without looking into the peephole, with a drunken recklessness opened the door and was stunned. Behind her was the same cheeky type that was then sitting on my hood. “Well, what, beauty,” he winked at me, withdrew his hand and brazenly went into the apartment, “let's take a closer look?” From surprise, I stepped back and only then indignantly tried to scream. But she did not even have a couple of sounds to publish, as his mouth tightly closed mine. I just heard the front door slam shut with his foot and start to swim. What-what, and he could kiss perfectly well! If we consider that I have not kissed anyone for a long time, and I was relaxed by drinking. The guy smelled of tobacco and oddly expensive perfume. In short, my head turned off.

Olfactory and tactile receptors are involved. A body of desire ran through my body, and pleasant languid goosebumps covered my arms and legs. “Eeeee! Who else is this? - A little unsteady Katka looked at us in surprise, standing at the door of the balcony. The guy pulled away from me and, foolishly bowing, introduced himself: "Alexander Sergeevich." “Pushkin,” - unexpectedly, Katka and I finished the chorus and laughed loudly. Alexander looked at us rather and, slyly squinting, asked: “How many kids should I call?” We looked at him in silence, then looked at each other with Katka. She stepped back toward the door, but I barely noticeably shook my head. Her nostrils were predatory and swollen, and her eyes lit up with devilish fire. And then this devil, flushed from the alcohol and the heat, approached the guy and whispered hot, not taking his eyes off him: “And what, tiger, weakly with two?” This was our dream with Katka. Alexander grunted and grabbed her second hand, digging into her full juicy lips. I felt a slight stab of jealousy. Without tearing away from his girlfriend's lips, he stretched out his hand to me, and his fingers, sliding on my chest, slightly squeezed so that the nipple had already risen.

Then everything was like in a dream. This frantic night left a deep impression on my soul for the rest of my life and a child in Katkina. He was a very experienced, sophisticated and skillful lover. To begin with, he started Katka and me in such a way that we were not ashamed of ourselves and him, caressing each other tirelessly, not forgetting to use not only fingers, but also hot tongues. And he attached himself to one, then to another. Tirelessly, passionately and insatiable. Without letting cum, teasing, inflaming passion all the stronger, forcing moaning, screaming and begging to continue. Surprisingly, our blowjob in two languages, four lips and two throats did not make him finish. Only strong fingers stuck into our hair, but the body was arched and a slight growl broke from his lips. I finished the first in the pose of the Dogi Style, and then watched him from above slowly adjust to Katku's condition. She moaned and squirmed under him. But he, fixing her hands, moved slowly, then driving the penis to the very pubis, then teasing her head swollen with desire sponges. But she still could not finish. And suddenly, opening her eyes, licking her dry lips, breathing heavily, she whispered to him: “Prezik take off !!!” Alexander with a quick movement threw off the gum and again pierced into a hot and pliable womb. Katka arched, screamed, and began to cum, wriggling under him. Apparently, he decided to finish, and wanted to get a member, but Katka swept his hands on his buttocks, tightly pressed to her, not allowing to go out. He growled. His body shuddered several times, and he tiredly rolled off to the side of a girlfriend.

The morning caught Katka and me in the same bed. We didn’t even hear how our unexpected lover left. Only two huge bouquets on the kitchen table, and the faint smell of an expensive men's perfume reminded him of his presence. I never saw him again in my life and for me there is still a mystery how he found me ...