Surprisingly quickly, he became acquainted with the locals. It seems to work with Marina, gave him real pleasure. And the girl seemed to like him. I was kept aloof, preferring to interact only with Tatiana, who seemed to know everyone and everything. Such a kind aunt who knows how to immediately arouse sympathy in a man with efficiency and responsibility. And judging by her build and mare, if anything, she could stop.

But on the third day, Marco stayed on the “administration”, and Tatyana and I set off for the next “website”. I was given a big corporate down jacket, with company emblems, of good and even fashionable cut, so I didn’t turn my tongue to call such clothes “special clothing”, but I also had a knitted hat with felt. So, loading our bags, we hit the road ...

And at the third hour of the road, our giant truck was stuck. Thoroughly. Right in the middle of the snow desert. I would say that this colossus suddenly failed ... on the road, no matter how crazy it sounds. Both of our drivers were desperately trying to pull a huge car out of a snow trap, but all their attempts looked at least ridiculous. Together they resembled ants trying to move a frozen beetle. For some time we stood on the rolled-up part of the snowy road, clasping ourselves with our hands and being afraid to get off in order not to drown in the snow. Then we went inside the huge, as I was told, “Kunga”. Even speaking, I was really scared. The frost on the street was prickly and, judging by the way they were making their knees, many, many below zero.

After some time, we were joined by men from the cabin. Seeing my concern, Tatiana calmed me down, saying that it was “normal”, and that now the all-terrain vehicle should wait ...

I admit, to my surprise, anxious waiting time, I spent in an excellent company of two drivers of booths who, as they could, entertained two pretty women with life stories and quite decent anecthodes. Damn it, they definitely liked us despite the rings that everyone had on the ring fingers.
During this time, I have several times caught on myself the evaluating views not only of men, but also of Tatiana. And, most importantly, I suddenly caught myself thinking that I liked the way she looked at me. This whole situation, ostentatious calm with a real chance to freeze to death, nervous jokes and direct communication on the verge of a foul, brought us together and rallied, especially when we were already beginning to wrap up our puffs and nervously laughing at the cooling stove. And when the huge salon began to freeze significantly and the alarmist in me was already completely ready to break loose from the chains, the all-terrain vehicle arrived.

On the way to the camp, I suggested to Tatiana, all the same, to completely switch to “You”, so as not to interfere in the speech, then “You”, then “You”, especially if you are already sitting with your arms around just to freeze completely.

We arrived at campus with the sound title “Frontline” in the evening. There was no question of any departure to the “site”, since the weather was rapidly deteriorating, although I couldn’t imagine much further.

The “front line”, which was listed as the most remote “administrative unit”, turned out to be the most comfortable settlement. Upon arrival, throwing off only her jacket and hat, Tatyana began to search for the building manager for the purpose of settling, commanding on the radio for command, will appear to her immediately. Then she ordered the dinner. It was very helpful, because I was starved even more than frozen.

- Olga, I'm sorry, this eccentric with the letter "M" is also stuck in a snowstorm. And the key to "Vipov" from him. So you have to spend the night today in the general block. The shower and toilet are not there. - She added after a pause, completely upsetting me. Although after experiencing stress, I was glad and this.

- At least a single room? - I asked.

- Actually ... don't worry, nobody is spending the night there today.And tomorrow we will arrange for you normal housing. Only one night, ok? - she straightened her hair, and once again I was struck by her appearance.

Tatiana could not be called beautiful, but if you look at her from different angles, her face sometimes acquired strikingly attractive features and resembled a famous actress who I really liked in my youth. At the expense of the figure, it was difficult to say anything, because most of the time Tatiana was packed in winter overalls and a thick sweater. Although they were as tall as I was, they were just as tall.

- And here is your “presidential suite”. Key twenty-two, female block "B". Easy to remember. - We found the keys only on the second floor in the empty room of the watchman. It is strange that there were no "vipov".

- Why? - I was surprised.

- Yes, there are only twenty-two whores with us! The rest in the snow. Someone with a gun, and some with a drill! - she somehow nervously laughed. I involuntarily smiled. Tired, tired and exhausted dear, the joke suddenly seemed funny to me.

- There are further showers, toilets next to them. Come on and change your clothes for dinner. I'm here in the sixteenth. I wait for you in fifteen minutes. - Grasping more comfortable your road trunk, she, straightening the keys on the go, went further along the corridor.

Opening the lock, I got to myself. Well, I expected the worst. A small hot room with two beds, two closets, a bedside table and a window. AND ABOUT! Miracle! Air conditioning! Throwing the suitcase on the bed to the left, I gladly undressed, finally freeing myself from a heavy heavy jacket and sweater, a native blouse and a tight bra. Opened the suitcase. She pulled off tight woolen trousers in the style of "business vuman" and tights, remaining only in tight underwear, lace fabric which would barely be enough to wrap a box of matches. With lust, I felt the warmth of my whole body. She hugged herself, feeling a sudden surge of helplessness and loneliness.

Suddenly the window was struck by a tight gust of wind, I shuddered when I saw in the reflection a naked woman nervously covering herself with her hands. Then I realized that it was me. Beautiful Twisted, admiring myself. I confess that moderate capital “plasticity” and sensible sport still made me all more beautiful and dearer. Holding in my hands my confident, artificially elastic third size, I walked over to the window, feeling the nipples of my palm. Standing warm and in relative comfort, watching the raging night blizzard outside the window safe, I suddenly wanted to have sex, to feel someone else's warmth. And not hot, persistent hard member, but something tender, elastic and pliable.

The image of Tatyana with her unusual appearance appeared in her head. Lost in thought, when was the last time I was with a woman, I ran my fingers around my plump, making them obediently swell. In me, suddenly, apparently due to stress, after an eternity, “Olka-lesbian” slowly awakened. Having succumbed to the intoxicating feeling of self-love, and again thinking about Tatiana, about her views and how we drove here frightened, cold and embraced, I gently stroked my chest, looking at the hardening whitish nipples, around which the skin stood up naked. Again, I looked at myself in the reflection, into which thousands of prickly snowflakes had crashed, and wanted me, all that is so divine and tender, to fuck and drive away sudden sadness. Immediately!

- Olga Nikolaevna? Here? - Knocked on the door.

- Yes, Tatyana Vladimirovna, come in, openly! - Having shuddered, I closed my hands and turned to the entrance, involuntarily blushing with embarrassment and an unhealthy desire to be caught in that form.

- Oh you! Beautiful lingerie! - she entered the room in a businesslike manner, staring between my legs from the threshold. With my rare monthly and early menopausal symptoms, I could walk without underwear, which I did in the summer, driving my husband crazy and catching the envious glances of other males, and in the winter I witnessed my suspiciousness with ultra sexy underwear. But from her eyes, I immediately ached from the desire below, which was a rarity for me.

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