Seva took me to the sea a hundred meters more to a deeper place, until the water stood on his shoulders. I no longer reached the bottom and he held me afloat with his hand next to him.

“And now a little acrobatics,” he said, “hold on to my hand and lay back on the water, so that you can then throw your legs on my shoulders.”

- Like this?

- At first, the pose will be a bit tense, but you will definitely remember the pleasant sensations. I will help you to lie on the water and will be your support with both hands. Now just lie on the water with your legs apart, and I will support you from below. Hold onto my left hand tight all the time with your right hand. I will pull you up just enough so that your head was all the time above the water.

I did so. Seva dived for a second so that my legs lay on his shoulders. With his right hand, he carefully raised my ass so that she lifted above the level of the wave and turned me so against the waves. “God, we probably see the whole camp now,” I thought. I looked at the shore, but from this distance everything looked normal. Except for Irina and Vika, who were standing on the shore at the very surf and clearly looking at us.

- Someone is now looking at us on the shore? - asked Seva.

- Irina with Vika. But you go on.

- Then just relax at your pleasure.

He bent his head, gently held the tip of the tongue from the bottom up and began to reveal the hood of the folds with sucking kisses. I felt that my clitoris began to swell towards the caress. And at that moment a wave threw me up. Seva looked up from my lap and waited for the wave to pass, then returned to him with his lips. He was interrupted at the time of the arrival of the wave and resumed his caresses when she rolled across the us to the shore. We seemed to obey the rhythm of the surf, which the sea asked us. Feelings then burned me with sharp pleasure, then slightly receded under the pressure of a new wave.

Laska Seva became more and more sophisticated. With each new wave, he then sucked and even nibbled my lower lips, then teased the knob of the clitoris, then tried to crawl my tongue into my pink shell, then licked the intimacy of the entrance to my back hole. I tried to predict what he would choose after a new wave and almost always did not guess. And this is not the predictability of my wildly plant. My feelings grew and I literally began to sit down on his tongue with his lap. Regretting that he cannot penetrate me further and further now. I wanted to belong to him with my whole body. I wanted him in myself and it was a completely overwhelming feeling. I gave myself to him and the sea, forgetting everything else in the world. I was exhausted from caresses and rushed between the desire that they all lasted, and the desire to discharge.

At some point, Seva began to caress the tongue of my clitoris exactly at the moments when a new wave came to us and stopped when the wave left. He did not tear himself away from my heart for a second. I could not stand it and began to help him with a finger on the clitoris. Finally, I was covered with sweet convulsions of an orgasm, and Seva, emerging from under me, carefully picked me up in my arms. I could not catch my breath for a long time and only clung to him.And he gently covered, as if with cautious kisses, my neck and shoulders. And I no longer needed anything in life, except for these touches to it and caressing us with its waves of the warm sea.

When we went ashore and drew level with Irina and Vika, who had come to bathe, Vika applauded us with the words: “Live and learn. It will be necessary to try too. ” But for some reason, at this moment I was not at all ashamed of what they saw from the distance our caresses. It was completely unimportant compared to what just happened between me and Seva.

On the shore, Seva looked at how long it was and said that in forty minutes it was necessary to leave the campsite so as not to be late for the bus. I said that then I just want us to lie down next to each other without words. However, our privacy was interrupted by Irina, who returned after a swim.

- Nastya, will you come here tomorrow?

- Of course, I will come. I have already lost the habit of sunbathing in a bathing suit, and I don’t want to wear anything under a sarafan before leaving for Moscow.

- Well, that's great. And Vika and I will not let you be bored.

She stretched out on the sand beside me. It seems Seva didn't like it very much. He murmured that he would like to say goodbye to his camping neighbors and will soon return to us already assembled on the road. When Seva left us, Irina told me:

- And in this obedience you realize your power.

- What are you talking about?

- Men become tame for a while like cute kittens when they get more from a woman than they expected.

“Maybe I don’t even want to rule over him.”

“And the strength of a woman is just in her ability to show her weakness in time, without overdoing her in submission to a man.” You need to be strong in your weakness and weak in your strength. Because behind every successful man there is always a wise woman who has managed to become weak for him in time. And thus made him be stronger.

- And for every man held there is always a line of women ready to catch him. In case of vacancy release.

- Well, so life is arranged. A man is by nature a hunter, and a hunter is not particularly inclined towards monogamy. Nature initially gave a man the desire for sexual conquest of many women. At least at the level of fantasy. And our task is to create such conditions around a man so that he himself consciously and responsibly himself always refused to change the opportunities for us under the pretext of the call of nature. So that he himself could resist the temptations, even if you see a long line of people who want to take the place of his chosen one.

- And men from the world of theater will always have such a queue.

- Of course, it will. And do not even doubt it. And from some of your age it will be a queue of those who are younger than you, fresher you, sexier than you. So, only one tireless care for your external data will not solve the problem for a long time. The art of being the only, unique and necessary in the eyes of a man is very many-sided. If only because it is an art to moderately delicately limit a man, while not to limit him to the measure.

- Eh, if there were somewhere courses on the development of this art - I sighed.

- Well, maybe Vika and I will tell you something tomorrow from our experience. Unless, of course, we will have the appropriate mood.

- Then, the more I come tomorrow. I do not care the remaining four days before departure, one might say, there is nowhere to go.

- Well, if so, I advise you to go to the Big Utrish for a change and contrast. And it will be useful for you to be distracted by impressions after parting with Seva. The best way to avoid looping in life is new experiences.

- Great idea, I like it. I immediately thought about going to Utrish, when Vika showed photos from there. And you and Viktor Ivanovich don't accidentally go there these days? Otherwise I would not want to be alone in an unfamiliar place ...

- Yes Easy. Then come the day after tomorrow.And in order to finish the topic of the queue of rivals and potential rivals, I will tell you that there is one trick here that is incomprehensible for lovers of successful men in a ready-to-eat form.

- And what is this trick?

- And the trick is that a woman should grow a man for herself. Not relying on waiting for princes on a white horse. Not expecting a freebie from his personal life, but awakening in his chosen one the masculine essence and masculine power in relation to oneself feminine and weak.

- And in Seva, how much is the male essence brought up now, taking into account the history of his relationship with the two previous girls?

- You know, Nastya, this question is not my problem. Today, he seems to be behaving like a man. Similarly, more masculine than with Nadezhda and Sonya. Today, he should feel more highly his ...