On the eve of the 2018 World Cup Dedicated to the Russian football team!

Chapter 1. Fans

The summer was unusually hot. The townspeople chose to go to the beach or go to the nature away from the bursting city. But there were brave souls who, despite the unbearable heat, went to the stadium to watch football performed by amateur teams. The vast majority of them were men. They gathered at the central podium of an old, almost unfilled stadium.

Away from the group of men settled pretty ladies. In appearance they were forty or forty-five. These were the mothers of the Thunderbolts footballers. A tall and thin Yana Alexandrovna, clad in a tight beige blouse and short shorts, towered over all the women. Next to her was a woman of medium height with a melancholic sad face. Her name was Maria Valentinovna. Slightly to the side, leaning on his elbows, Olga Petrovna imposingly collapsed. She closed her eyes and threw back her head, taking a sun bath. Her chest pulled out. Large nipples of her rather big bust were clearly visible through the fabric of the white T-shirt. Olga Petrovna didn’t put on a bra, which interested men and guys sitting not far from her. The short skirt had ridden up a bit, but this did not bother the woman at all. Some guys shamelessly stared at Olga Petrovna, trying to admire her charms between the legs. The rest looked at the woman as if it were not meaningful, dropping some things or pretending that they were looking through the eyes of their acquaintance. Other individuals passed alongside the ladies in search of a supposedly better place.

The oldest woman named Nadezhda Vitalyevna frowned in displeasure. In her mind, it was clear that she did not approve of Olga Petrovna’s frank outfit and her defiant behavior, but was holding herself back. When another connoisseur of female beauty, stumbling, almost fell on Nadezhda Vitalyevna, she could not resist.

- Olya, can you finally sit down normally? - a displeased voice asked Nadezhda Vitalevna.

- What for? - Olga Petrovna was surprised, taking an even more spectacular pose. - I'm fine as it is.

“You feel good,” Nadezhda Vitalevna said through clenched teeth, “but in the male population the decline has begun.”

“I don’t care about them,” Olga Petrovna replied contemptuously, spreading her legs provocatively.

Olga Petrovna divorced her husband, but already felt like a completely free woman.

The movement of women's legs did not go unnoticed, causing a revival in the male ranks.

“Well, really, Olya,” Maria Valentinovna asked nervously tugging at the headset with a worried look, “sit on your ass, otherwise they are examining us through binoculars!”

And indeed, one brazen youngster from among the newly-minted admirers of Olga Petrovna lay on a bench, put the binoculars to his eyes and, without hesitating those present, unceremoniously studied Olga Petrovna's crotch. Hearing the remark of her friend, the woman quickly rose.

- Hey, sucker, where are you staring? Shouted Olga Petrovna, waving her hand threateningly.

Under the friendly male laughter, the guy fell from the bench on the concrete floor in surprise.

- Olya, by the way, our children are sitting downstairs! - Yana Alexandrovna remarked morally, gazing reproachfully at her skirt and divorced legs.

“No,” Olga Petrovna retorted, smiling peacefully, “mine on the field.”

Deciding in vain not to argue with her friends, Olga Petrovna sat down on a bench, closed her legs and wore a topic. A disappointed sigh swept through the stands. The guy with the binoculars managed to get up and, under the approving men's shouts and jokes, got a tasty slap in the face from a disgruntled neighbor.

Not paying attention to the confusion, not far from the bench with a haughty look located prim lady, whose name was Elena Nikolaevna. Her son Ruslan recently appeared in the team. He was brought along with him by a new coach of the youthful football team "Thunderbird" and part-time father Sergey Anatolyevich. In the team, Ruslana was immediately disliked. The guys had a biased opinion. They believed that Ruslan played only because he was the son of the head coach. But Elena Nikolaevna was not at all interested. Having attached the gilded binoculars to her eyes, she closely followed the play of her son at the gate.

More below on the bench are the spare ones: Zakhar, Vitaly, Sergey, Timofey, Nikolay, Yuri, Makar. The guys have already reached the age when they are actively beginning to be interested in girls. From time to time one of them looked back in search of young ladies. But the girls in the stands were few. But they were successfully replaced by mature women. Not all of them looked attractive. But the guys were ready to stare at the woman of any attraction.

Sitting on the bench, Sergei missed, skeptically watching the inexpressive play of his teammates. They lost again. Sergei was already accustomed to the constant defeat of his team and was not upset about it. He was wrecked, he fell asleep. Sergey was woken up by Vitaly, the son of Yana Alexandrovna, who enthusiastically whispered in his left ear.

- Seryoga, look back. You will not regret!

- Where? - wake up did not understand his Sergey.

“To Olga Petrovna,” Vitaly answered quietly, “her skirt turned up.”

Sergey looked around neatly. Olga Petrovna spread her legs. The lucky ones sitting below saw her colored panties and a white T-shirt, through which large nipples were clearly visible. Sergey's eyes gleamed. He instantly woke up. Olga Petrovna aroused much more than any porn. To the disappointment of the guys, the woman soon closed her legs and wore a topic.

- I slept, you jerk! - Vitaly said irritably, casting an angry glance at the guy with the binoculars.

- Asshole! - agreed with a friend Sergey.

- Because of him, it was not possible to admire her charms, - continued Vitaly thought.

“I think she does this on purpose,” said Sergey. - Already for a few games she dressed like that.

- What for? - intervened in their dialogue Zakhar, the son of Maria Valentinovna.

- He wants us to admire her, - Vitaly stared at Zakhara, surprised at his incomprehensibility.

- Come on?! - Zakhar did not believe him.

- I tell you exactly! - quickly whispered Vitaly. - If this jerk had not slept, then she would have spread her legs even wider.

- Well yes? - again Zakhar hesitated.

- Surely! - Vitaly said confidently and proudly told his teammates. - In the last game, she came up behind me and rubbed her tit!

- Cool! - with envy Zakhar exhaled.

- It will be cool when I climbed up under her skirt, as if by chance, - Vitaly gave Zakhara a significant wink.

“You are playing,” Zakhar said disappointedly.

- Not. She divorces her husband, - explained Vitaly. - He is looking for a replacement. Got it ?!

“And I’ll climb up to the next game,” said Sergey dreamily, “I’ll admire her tits.”

Discussion of the charms of women - it was a favorite topic of guys. They would have been discussing moms for a long time, but the final whistle sounded, the match was over. The Thunderer team has once again lost. The guys got up and, continuing to argue, leisurely went to the locker room. They have already got used to the defeats of their team.

From the green field pulled the players of both teams. The first were the defenders of the Thunderer team - the stocky Pavel, the tall Gennady, the bore Edward and the fat Boris. The last field left the attackers - impudent Oleg and Dmitry quiet-minded, as well as goalkeeper Ruslan. Between players teams wedged coaches.They shook hands and went to the locker rooms in a different mood. Sergey Anatolyevich Gromovezz team coach was determined and stern.

Mommies football players, casually talking about some trifles, slowly descended from ...