This incident occurred in the distant 50s of the last century in a godly forgotten suburb, popularly called Noble. Usually, the locals did not close bathhouses for the night, because the wanderers wandered in the villages for the night. Such vagrants are popularly called whips or tumbleweeds. As a rule, these were physically strong men, a bit odd, finding the meaning of their life in traveling, and in passing help the local people in the household. Their image did not fit into the socialist way of life, but they were. What kind of old woman you need to chop wood, and to whom - to get some water. For their assistance they were fed, left for the night. It lasted all warm summer months.

One of these wanderers was Grisha, a broad-shouldered brigand meter under two height with a kindly grin that always accompanied him, in short, a man in his prime. In appearance he was about forty years old. No one remembered which village he was from, but they knew that Grisha would help with a plate of fragrant meat soup. If someone rebuilt, he also did not disdain to help. The village men watched in amazement with what ease he picked up a thick oak log at the base, which later became the crown for someone's house.

The beginning of May stood outside: a wonderful time for the awakening of nature. Just a couple of days, the leaves on the birch trees and lindens blossomed, and lush lush clusters lulled with sweet aromas. However, despite the warm days, the nights were still cold, and wanderer Grisha was looking for a bathhouse for the night, which was heated in advance. This time, the observant man noticed light-gray smoke puffing up, rising from the door of the black-washed bathhouse of old Pelagiewicz. With the onset of dusk, the weary righteous of the righteous Gregory went straight there.

The room inside consisted of a tiny waiting room, fragrant with the scent of oak and birch brooms hanging on the walls, and the steam room itself with two long benches. Stepping over the high threshold, allowing for a long time to keep the heat of the heated hearth, Grisha looked around. It is best to spend the night in the steam room, on the shelves, generously covered with straw. The hearth, also called the stove, was still hot, so that at night the wanderer was not afraid to freeze. The day passed quite well: today Kapitonha, a good-natured, lonely old woman, helped. She put a bottle of moonshine on the table, but did she know what kind of stuffed granny she had? On oak bark infusion. Pretty tired of physical exertion and plenty to gag, Grisha grasped straw around his head like a pillow and got ready for bed. The man thoughtfully scratched the curly dark curls of long-cropped hair stuck to his forehead, put his hand under his head and soon fell asleep with the infant's sleep.

Meanwhile, near the small dilapidated clubhouse with might and main played a talyanochka, heard the cheerful laughter of young guys and girls.

“When I had golden mountains and rivers full of wine,” the drunken harmonica player Lyonka sounded sobbing, and after a pause, almost dropping the instrument, he continued, “I would give everything for the affection of the gaze so that you own me alone.”

The time was approaching midnight, when people began to slowly go home. A young boy Fedka hooked, like a burdock to the tail of a stray dog, to the chubby face of an unmarried beauty Oktyabrina. In the district, they knew that Oksya was popular with men, and local girls and young girls talked with envy about her: “a little weak on the front end, who will call such a marriage”.

Oktyabrina was born in November. They called it that because it came into being before the holiday of the October Revolution, celebrated on November 7th. Early left an orphan.The girl's parents died during the war, and the aged half-blind grandfather Nikifor, who could hardly serve herself, let alone look after her granddaughter, took care of her elderly. Oksya from an early age felt the devastation of the heavy post-war years, and to feed herself with her grandfather, did not disdain any work. Although she was rather pragmatic in her character trait, like any girl her age, she dreamed of love: which was once and for the rest of her life. And the gentlemen she liked turned out to be very frivolous: they all just wanted to get under the skirt, leaving insults and disappointment behind them.

When in her life Fedka, the son of a stable boy, replaced the projectionist in the club, a hard-working, non-drinker guy with a subtle romantic nature, she reacted with restraint, did not drive her out, but did not fall in love. The girl liked being cared for, regularly giving gifts and bouquets of wild flowers. What to do, the guy shoved her deeply. Somehow, earrings with malachites from Moscow brought, another time a cut from crepe de chine to a sundress and stockings are filpepers. And all for cute Oxy.

Their communication smoothly approached the first intimacy, and Fedya thought out the script of the meeting to the smallest detail. Last week, Fedkin tyatya slaughtered a slaughter, fat smoked to the day of victory. So the other day the boy brought a present to his beloved, and he would draw a couple of pounds. And playfully hinted that the gift will have to work out. The girl did not say anything in response, and Fedya understood her silence as a sign of consent.

And this evening the couple settled down a little away from the club on a thick trunk of a fallen tree, replacing the bench. The boy, through the soft fabric of blue calico dress, felt her full soft breasts, reminiscent of fragrant pyshets that had just been taken out of the stove. His lips touched her hot wet lips painted red lipstick. The girl closed her eyes, feeling the naughty tongue of her partner penetrating into her mouth. Only intermittent languorous sighs were heard from her mouth. Oxy's flushed, full cheeks, her thin, snub-nosed nose, a tightly braided dark braid that descends on her chest - and the whole girl's body reciprocated by persistent male caresses. Fedya liked the smell of his sweetheart. The spicy scent of the female body, flavored with the scents of perfumes bought in the district center, fresh hay and fresh milk, undoubtedly excited the boy in love to the limit.

- Let's go to the bathhouse, dear Oksyushechka, there is no more urine to endure. You are so beautiful! - on these words, a man's hand slipped under the hem of a wide skirt. A hand went up its full legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings. Above the stockings, the guy felt the warm, velvety skin of the lads, finally got to the panties. Although this subject of underwear would be better called short shorts. Through the thick fabric Fedya felt between the girl's legs the folds of the delicate skin covering the coveted hole. Oksyusha, flushed from a sweet kiss, shyly pushed his hand away, clasping her with her thin fingers so that the annoying gentleman left her pussy alone. But he did not stop there, and, putting his other hand behind Oktyabrina’s back, shamelessly reached for panties under the gum. Fedya felt a fluffy pillow of curly elastic pubic hair and reached for the folds that hid the entrance inside. Two fingers gently pressed on the delicate skin and slipped between the warm moist blocked the labia. Feeling the touch of a rough male palm on her pea clitoris swelled with excitement, Oksya frowned her black eyebrows with a mock antimony and, squeezing lips with a bow, jumped off the improvised bench. The girl’s expressive brown eyes glittered in the dark.

“I can’t do that, my grandfather didn’t tell the guys to be merciful,” the beauty beautifully expressed her feelings, “otherwise they will play, play and leave.”

“You think I am one of them?” Yes, I will not leave you. Here I will go to the district center in front of the Trinity, buy you a ring with a ruby ​​gold.Do you know how a pebble plays in the sun? A sort of beauty just suits you. By golly! I have already looked after him, and agreed with the seller, Shtob held Pokedov. You will walk with me like a steal!

- Chivo is hard to believe, I’m not the only one who promises me! - the girl noticed with a grin, and then walked right up to Fedka, who was sitting on a log, and began to gently stroke the pile of his short-cut golden hair. The boy, without hesitating, grabbed Oxy for wide hips. Feeling the touch of men's hands to her weak point — an elastic, taut ass, the girl gasped softly in a languid voice. Her legs became wadded, her mind covered with a foggy mist, and sweet waves of bliss rolled over the girl's body.

Fedya finally lost control of himself, his mental center was transferred to a strained and enlarged sexual organ. The excited guy began to kiss the desired female breasts through the blue fabric of the dress, roughly clutching the buttocks with his fingers. Finally, his lips met a barely perceptible tubercle of the papilla, and he, like a baby, stuck to the boob, soaking his lightly robe of a stately beauty.

Finally, Fedya, having played enough with the breasts that bulged significantly through the dress, picked up the girl in his arms, and hurriedly carried him to the side of the nearest bathhouse. Ironically, it was the old Pelagiewicz’s bathhouse.