Awakening in the late morning, besides a hangover headache and a dry mouth, brought several news at once, how good or bad I did not yet know.

There was something wrong and I, still on the verge of sleep and awakening, tried to understand what it was. A member, as always, stood cheerfully in the morning, touching the smooth surface of the sleeping bag and whining a little pleasantly, recalling Olya's tight mink and our intense sex last night.

The tent was stuffy and somehow light. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out exactly what was wrong. It was quiet, that is, the noise of the rain stopped and the sun was shining through the orange fabric of the tent. Is it clear? I did not know whether it was my hand or not. Then voices were heard.

And not from the side of the tent, but from the side of the river.

- Anatolich, get up! - Basil from afar Kolyan not fully sobered voice. - The sun came out from behind the clouds, let's go fishing!

“Well, don't make noise, let the man sleep,” Vika interceded for me as always.

- Noooo! The weather is variable, and capricious as a woman, so you need to use it while she is in a good mood! Go, wake up a friend!

I barely managed to pull on the underpants as Kolka’s unshaven, red-eyed snout squeezed into the tent, with bags under his eyes and wet hair after bathing.

- Anatolich, get up, shit! Happiness overslept!

“Yes, I get up, I get up,” I replied, barely holding back a smile.

Kolka slumped down on an inflatable mattress, from which the opposite half reared up a bit, and exhaled fumes in my direction.

- Listen, and what is there? And then my on the go hid everything that was.

- Are you sure that you hid, and not themselves devoured?

- Listen, what day is it today?

- Here I am about the same!

- Well, so how do you do it? Soul is required! You understand!

- Well, in general, I was going to the city, I need to buy something.

- That's great, as you go, whistle, we'll add money with Yuri!

- Pash, and where is your vegetable oil? - Oli's voice came from the street, from which my soul went into my heels, it was so nice to hear it. Kohl by that time had already crawled out of the tent and could not notice how I flinched from her voice.

- Now get out! - I replied and pulled the shirt with shorts climbed out of the tent.

The sun was scorchingly merciless, it was wet outside, the moisture evaporated from the ground after the rain.

Behind the tent under the tent was the tenek, the girls were already in the kitchen, trying to warm the kettle and make breakfast. Both were with wet hair after swimming. Ole was wearing a dark gray T-shirt and swimming trunks, emphasizing her beautiful buttocks with dimples and slender legs. Vika on the contrary was in something like a pareo below and in a bathing bra. I noted that Vika has a 1–1, 5 breast size larger than Olya.

When she saw me, Vika wished good morning, and Olga asked:

- Nothing that we here in your kitchen boss?

- Is there at least one man who would be opposed to having a woman in his kitchen? - I answered philosophically, pulling Ole a bottle of oil. Olya, taking the bottle, as if inadvertently touched my hand with her fingertips.

- In, thank you, the rest we have already found. Boys, in twenty minutes there will be breakfast and coffee, ”she informed the whole clearing in a sonorous voice.

I threw on Olya glances on the sly, caught her movements, the lines of her figure. Recently, she became very interested in me as a woman, so I tried not to miss the opportunity to watch her.

Yuri was sitting in the shade under a tree and idly turning over the strings of a guitar, staring at one point in front of him. It was evident that the guy toils hangover.

“Hi,” I approached him. - How are you?

He made a vague gesture with his hand and extended a limp hand to me for a handshake.

I myself had a wooden head, after yesterday, although it was not drunk, but it was not a little drunk.

I washed in the river and arrived at the very breakfast.

The whole company was already sitting at the table, the peasants were depressed, without alcohol, the girls opposite were chirping and laughing loudly.

- Pashka, come on soon, the eggs are getting cold. - Commanded Olga, seeing me emerging from the bushes.

I smiled and waved my hand in response, although my heart was beating somewhere under my throat. I wished for this woman again and would give everything so that now I can be alone with her in a tent.

- And what are the sad ones? - I turned to the peasants?

- Duck, to be treated, and nothing. - grunted Kolka.

- I almost brought a box of vodka.

- Yes ... probably spilled.

- Well, let's do it, the weather is great, it would be a sin to not use it and get drunk again. But the body can not be tormented, so it was not worse. - I shut up theatrically.

The men looked at me frowningly with interest.

- If your women will not mind, I am ready for a moment to become a wizard and create a miracle!

The men looked at each other in bewilderment and glanced at their wives.

“Well, if I only get treatment, I will not mind,” Vika said, throwing her hands behind her disobedient curls of hair, from which her poured elastic breasts dabbed up. And if you get fish for dinner. And cleaned.

- And if we, too, something perepadet for treatment, but not vodka, - Olga supported her, throwing me a searching glance.

I wanted to steatralize, pull the hair out of the grown bristle, like Hottabych, say “abracadabra”, but then changed my mind, realizing that the peasants were so bad, and just brought the last bottle of vodka and a bottle of semi-sweet white wine to the table.

The men revived and after half an hour, the general mood was much higher than zero.

“I’ll go to the city now; write a list of who needs what,” I summed up the breakfast, finishing up on the doubly fragrant coffee in nature.

Yuri and Kolka imperceptibly exchanged glances, while Vika leaned toward Olga and whispered something in her ear.

When, even after a quarter of an hour, I was going to leave, equipped with written wishes and verbal instructions from our walkers, she grew up in front of me. She made the heart beat twice as fast, reinforcing with words what I already guessed.

- I'll go with you. Can? - In the meter from the car, Olga froze, looking expectantly at me frowningly. She dressed in a light short sarafan strap and sandals and looked in this field setting just stunning. Like Cinderella before the ball.

I looked at her with an appraising glance for about a minute, until I realized that I was standing with my mouth open, and nervously licked my dry lips, in a hoarse voice I answered her:

- I'm not against.

Olya nodded her head, from which a short curl slept on the forehead, and bypassed the car from the passenger door.

When she sat down beside her, the short hem of her ridden up even higher, exposing her beautiful tanned legs, which I could not see in the dusk of the tent last night. Olya smiled, pretending not to notice how I stare at her and turned away to the side window.

I mentally sighed, calming the dick ripping out of tight shorts, started the engine and gently started off

We were both nervous, and this was felt in a silent oppressive environment. It’s one thing to be a hooligan with drunk alcohol, and when Kolka and the others are sleeping with a dead sleep, it’s another thing now. I turned on the radio, the car slowly went along a bumpy road. Olya then gave me short glances, then turned away to the window. I wanted to somehow start a conversation, but there were no necessary words. I was all waiting for something to happen, Olga was waiting, but we were getting closer to the village. After half a kilometer the forest belt ended, and behind it the settlement was already visible.

“Now or never!” I decided, and abruptly stopped the car. Olya looked at me with surprise, but did not ask anything.

I abruptly went out without even slamming the door, walked around the cabin and went to the passenger door and opened it.

Olya looked at me with interest from under her long eyelashes. A light breeze ruffled her hair and current cloth sundress. She turned to the floor and ...