1. Robinson Beach. Part 1
  2. Robinson Beach. Part 2

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Marina last looked around and pulled off her swimsuit. Juicy, elastic, as if he had been poured from the inside, her matt-pouring treasure spilled out, to freedom, and her nipples immediately licked the cool breeze. It was exciting and a little embarrassing, even though no one saw her.

Looking again (didn’t it?), Marina gently lowered the heat from her hips. She stepped over them and froze, as if tied, fearing to step back.

Actually, this is not a nudist, but the most ordinary beach (well, or not a beach, but just a beach). Another thing is that nobody is there ... but what if they appear? Or, while she swims, pull off her rags?

This thought made Marina feel cold (she was already chilly with a breeze licking a bare ass), and she packed rags under pebbles, and still pressed on top with a boulder to make sure. She's as strong as mom and all in her.

Marina's mom was special: not only was the extraordinary beauty (at thirty-seven, when she walked with Marina, everyone took them for sisters and pasted them for a couple), a world-famous dolphinologist, and also a strong woman — she could beat her dad who still went to the gym like a damn. And Marina, as already said, is all in her. And her breasts were also in her (only yesterday they measured, whose more), and the figure, and blue eyes, and love for the sea.

She knew how to dive before she walked. With eight years, they floated with my mother far, far away, beyond the aquamarine strip that separated the “near sea” from the “far” (as Marina said when she was small). Sometimes dad swam with them, but more often he stayed on the shore and followed them with a dreary look. And why worry, Marina thought, if she and her mother swim like fish, or even better? Sometimes her favorite dolphins found her mother, and it seemed to Marina that they were talking about something. And sometimes it seemed to her that she herself heard some voices or phrases, but she could not make out anything. She never talked about this to her mother, and in general to anyone - they suddenly laughed at me ...

All her life, Marina thought that she had no secrets by the sea. But recently she turned eighteen, she first drank with girls (not to green devils, but still), and they decided to swim naked. Strange, but Marina never did this before: Mom always made sure she was wearing swimming trunks and a swimsuit. Marina did not even think that you can without Inche.

There were almost no people on the beach, but still Marina would die of shame if there were no shampus with beer mixed in her head. She, of course, pulled the cloths off with everyone, revealing her treasure (the girls felt enviously at him, and it was a shame, how embarrassing, even her ears were laid), and the wind blew her bare thighs so that it seemed to Marina that she was full of holes ... But it was not the case. More precisely, not only in this.

The girls quickly fell in love, screamed and climbed ashore, showing off in front of the black-faced Abkhazian who sold baklava ... and Marina was all wet and wet, shouting to the girls "schA-as." “Probably just drunk,” she thought, listening to the voices that called her from somewhere in the abyss. Before the stupidity, before the itch in her naked nipples, I wanted to go there, to them, and Marina would have done it if she had gotten drunk more; and so - she got scared and went to the shore to run away from It, if It suddenly emerges from the abyss.

At night, she dreamed of something that made Marina tickle her chills during the daytime, even though she could not even approximately remember what it was. More such dreams did not come, but inside Marina there seemed to be a thin, snapping needle. It was like a splinter in the nerves, or an echo of some kind of call, or as the aftertaste of sleep, which must pass, but in no way passes ...

Marina did not know and did not understand what it was. She knew only the reason. More precisely, there were two of them.

And today, when my father went about his business, and my mother received a foreign delegation, Marina got here, to this shore. Why - and she did not know. I just felt that the needle, which was seated in it, leads her to the sea.

It was necessary to comply with all the conditions of the experiment, and Marina drank, wincing in disgust, half a bottle of martini (no longer fit into it). It was even harder to undress: although there were no people around, there were no girlfriends with whom the sea was knee-deep either, and naked Marina was left alone with the breeze that made her go even longer. She drank from him more than from the martini, and convinced herself that no one, absolutely no one sees ...

She probably went over a dose.

Or maybe her brain was just afraid of why she came here, and cunning.

Marina looked around for the last time, sighed and entered the water.

***

“I have already been swimming for ten minutes, and nothing,” she told herself, “only sick of this rubbish ...” The sea was relatively calm, she swam quickly, and the coastline was already hiding from it behind the waves. It would be time and back ... but Marina was in no hurry to return.

First, it was nice to sail. Secondly, there is nothing to do anyway, and it is better to swim than to hang around the net again. Thirdly, it is necessary to try it out like this, when you swim naked and free. Fourth ...

Fourthly, the needle still pulled her on, and Marina came up with new and new reasons not to turn to the shore.

But finally they ended. Dive deeper, Marina decided, I would find a big jellyfish, and I would love to go home. Or even if I can't find it, go home.

She took a breath and ducked.

And then the rumble of water in the ears, familiar as the sound of the city, sprouted new notes and voices. They called Marina there, to the deepest and most blue depth, to which no man can ...

She was scared, but the needle dragged her on, and she swam. The deeper she plunged - the more persistently the voices rang, surrounding Marina with an unintelligible round dance, which then approached, then moved away from her. They spoke as if in all languages ​​at once, or in some strange, long-forgotten language, which Marina knew once, but could not remember. She did not understand them, but she felt that even deeper, and more, and a little more - and then she would surely understand everything ...

Marina dived as she remembered herself. The control over air-depth has long been a reflex for her, about which she did not think, as the cyclist does not think where to turn the steering wheel. But now she understood that she had dived deeper, much deeper than usual, and at the same time she had enough air and no pressure on her ears - on the contrary, Marina seemed to learn how to fly and soars in the sky, which is growing thicker and blues.

It was already so dark around that fear became meaningless. Fear, do not be afraid - here it is all the same, - for some reason, Marina felt. And she felt that something was happening to her body. Something is about to be done with her - the impossible, the inexplicable ... but everything just didn’t work, and Marina put on weight and rowed with all her strength, because she knew it was necessary. Then it will happen to her, and then she will finally understand what the voices are singing about, and she no longer needs to push ...

Gradually, she was filled with a new feeling, cold and bottomless, like the abyss into which she descended. She did not know what that feeling was, because she had never felt it - and, probably, none of the people felt it. Probably, this can only be felt here, at this depth, if you dive here naked, like her. Marina was made mint-icy inside, and it was sweeter than any heat ... but she lacked strength. And there was not enough air either, she suddenly realized this - and she also realized that she would die soon if she didn’t come up.

For some reason, this didn’t scare her at all, and she didn’t even immediately turn back, and when she did, she did it almost reluctantly, regretfully letting out the blissful cold. The air was at the end, but for some reason, Marina knew that it was nothing, she had enough, and was in no hurry to say goodbye to the voices calling her deep into ...

***

- And what was that? She asked herself when she emerged.

Everything that happened at the depths went nowhere, like a dream. For a while, Marina breathed, airing her icy lungs. Then she dove back - just to check.

Voices either sounded or not. Marina no longer understood this, nor where she is, who and why. The coast was not visible, and she swam in the sun - to the east ....

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