I want to undress and sunbathe.
- So lie down, what are you? - Katya broke into a charming smile. - Or shy?
Uncle Misha grinned, put the bait in rogulin.
- Maybe you still smear me with cream? - he looked at her contented goose, punched nipples bumps, switching to Katina unbuttoned shorts, in the section of which there were white panties visible on the pubis.
“Maybe,” she said, feeling that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
For the first time, Katya found herself on an equal footing with an adult man; she felt strength and weight in conversation. The consent of Mikhail Anatolyevich to play by her rules, his submissiveness led her to secret admiration, she could sense with her gut the feminine beauty of her body, charm and attractiveness in the eyes of a man. And she did not want to stop there.
“I wonder why he still hasn’t pounced on me?” She wondered.
Only one sane answer was asked to mind:
"Uncle Misha is not like everyone else."
She put her hands on her stomach and with her thumbs palms hooked on the shorts. The remains of clothes flew off in one fell swoop. Her brows covered with black hairs, pink hole at the base of the vagina appeared before Michael's eyes. Katya, with a sinking heart, waited for a reaction on his part.
He slowly approached her, bent over like a tiger, ready to jump, holding both sides of the board. His eyes, sunglasses fixed on Katina, walked through her naked, cream-shiny body. He sought her gaze, but she covered her eyelids under her glasses, turned away to the water, seeking support in the swaying of the boat.
Once again, Uncle Misha’s rough palms slid across the soft tissues of her breasts, her fingers found her nipples and gently pinched them. Kate arched in the back, uttering a quiet frightened moan. She was afraid to look, and therefore remained indifferent, everything was spinning in her head, and all that was needed was to open her eyes slightly, as the sky above her head and the boat below her began to rotate at a crazy speed. In spite of the drunken dope in the head and the scorching sun, Uncle Misha's touch caused a shiver all over his body, goosebumps came down in waves.
- So good? - He asked, stopping at the hip, which was full of pimples.
“Yes,” she licked her dry lips.
Uncle Misha grunted and covered his left nipple with his mouth. His lips massaged the areola, his tongue flirted with the nipple of the nipple, rubbed it. Katya melted under the scorching sun, was eager to surrender, and her sealed bud was looking for new unexplored touches. She fidgety booty on the bottom of the boat, a blanket, prudently covered, softened the sensation. Uncle Misha's breath, his burning eyes, hot tongue and kisses with which he covered her, going down the belly to the pubis, looked for a tender pleasure and found him in a semi-hidden fold of the clitoris brought Katya in earnest. She put her legs on Uncle Misha's back, clasped his head with both hands.
- What are you doing?! - burst out of her through a sob.
He met her eyes, his mouth immersed in the meal, his tongue sweeping it with wide strokes, groping the tip of the hottest point, itching with pleasure.
- Like it so much? He asked, smiling.
“Yes,” she breathed, covering her eyelids, pulling him by the back of the head to a bud, ready to explode at any second.
Uncle Misha found a hole with his middle finger and gently inserted the phalanx to the end. Katya arched her lower back, her mouth opened wide. She swallowed the air, twisting her lips, fidgeting her booty, trying to escape. The finger slowly moved into the vagina, prying it deeper and deeper. The language at that moment made circular motions. Kate could not stand it and fell into a soft rolled orgasm: her knees squeezed tightly around Uncle Misha's head, her breasts soared, shaking with nipple bells.Kate herself bit her lower lip with an expression of animal fear on her face. Sometimes she masturbated, but only occasionally, considering it a shameful occupation. This time, the brakes failed, and she, breaking with frightened sobs under the slope, completely gave herself up to skillful fingers and Uncle Misha's tongue. He did not let her go for a second, clasping his chest and even more pressing his tongue to the bud, pouring orgasm. Katya pushed the man's head for an infinitely long time, until she finally broke free from his tenacious embrace. Knees agreed. She was shaking, thoughts were randomly jumping from one trifle to another.
“Now get some rest,” she heard Mikhail Anatolyevich’s contented voice. He has already returned to fishing gear, lit it.
- Thank you, - Katya mumbled.
She was scared and confused. Whatever her first experience was, she didn’t imagine this action at all. Hiding behind a blanket, Solntseva gradually forgot herself drunk morning sleep. Her thoughts got lost in the labyrinths of unspoken desires.
She woke up only by noon. My head was buzzing, the reeds before my eyes were still swimming, but not so fast anymore. She managed to follow them, leading her eyes, and it seemed that everything that had happened, only a dream, but, barely lifting the edge of the cover, she realized with inexorable clarity that the boat was completely naked.
Uncle Misha continued to fish, glancing at her with a kind paternal smile.