- Anyut, I'm in the hospital - I got goose bumps on my back after hearing this in the tube.

- What happened? - I asked with difficulty.

The husband began to tell in a weak voice how at work a broken crossbar hit him on the head and in an unconscious state in an ambulance he was sent to the hospital. Now he has come to his senses. Doctors said that tomorrow they would be released, but during the week it is necessary to observe strict bed rest. It's good that everything turned out okay, but after two days we have a flight to rest in Montenegro. It looks like this year’s vacation is covered with a copper basin, and I’ve been waiting for it. For the last two years, I haven’t been able to rest for a while, so what good luck?

The next day, I took my husband from the hospital, he didn’t look important, he had a gray complexion and bags under his eyes, and on top of that a white headband. Having built a small infirmary in the bedroom, with pills, drinking, pillows, to alleviate his suffering. In the evening, he began to persuade me not to cancel the vacation because of him, even if I rest. It became much easier for him, his head was barely spinning, but of course he could not fly on an airplane, you never know. Time was short, the decision had to be taken urgently ...

Day 1

The plane landed, the blue of the warm sea was visible in the window. I eagerly looked at him in anticipation of the week of rest. Husband sitting at home, completely flew out of my head. The hotel was clean and comfortable. Having thrown my modest things, I began to change clothes, I was impatient to plunge into the warm water of the Adriatic Sea. I wore a simple black swimsuit, two more with thong panties left for later, you must first look at the beach, shorts, shirt and went to swim. There were many men around, even very many. Feeling how their eyes are continuously watching me while I was taking off my shorts and tank top, I smiled inwardly. Maybe it's for the best that I'm here alone? Having corrected the swimming trunks, ingrained between the halves of my priests, I went into the water. The man sitting on the next towel, obviously from the local, grunted quite. Well, let him watch, I deliberately wagged my hips more strongly toward the water. Rest promises to be interesting. In the end, a little flirting does not hurt.

In the evening, sitting in the room, I called my husband. He was already better, his voice was more cheerful and naturally he was worried that he sent me alone. “In the end, I deserved this vacation,” I thought, recalling the last year of work with frequent unscheduled exits on Saturday and Sunday. They knocked on the door; they brought the bottle of wine and fruit I ordered. The dark guy who brought it all smiled cheekily at me. Not immediately realizing what was happening, I approached and took the tray from his hands. Following his gaze, I understood. He was staring at my body, because the dressing gown on me was not tied with White panties, that was all that was on me, and the open dressing gown covered my chest only to the nipples. Well, from viewing anyone else was not bad, let him look at himself. All the more strong chest has always been my pride. The husband loves to squeeze her, and men’s colleagues at work look at her.

After showing off the guy, I poured myself a glass, turned on the TV, showed “Pretty Woman” in English. Gradually finishing the bottle to half, I decided to go for a swim in the pool, which was on site. Already approaching him, I thought that it was necessary to wear a swimsuit, but since the thought came spontaneously, I came out in what it was, a bathrobe and panties. Looking around, there was no one around, I took off my hotel dressing gown and quietly entered the warm water. Bliss! But then it was interrupted by an angry look. A man was standing at the edge, obviously a hotel employee, and he was holding his hands on his hips and looking at me. "Like a school fizruk" - the thought came to me, looking at the wide-shouldered man, in shorts, with pumped up arms and powerful thighs.

“It is forbidden to swim in the evening,” he said in English, with a strong accent, “Well, surely from the locals,” I thought, and began to swim to the railing to get out of the water.

My robe was right in front of him and I would have to go out in shorts in front of someone else's man. Of course, I did not consider myself so touchy, but there is a framework for everything.

“Turn around,” I asked, looking into his wide, tanned face.

He turned his pumped ass on me, and I quickly grabbed a robe and put it on my wet body. He turned, just as strictly looking at me, with my tall I barely reached his shoulder. "Two-meter-long gorilla" - it occurred to me looking at this mountain of muscles, and I hurriedly retreated to the room.

Day 2

The next day, passing by the pool, I noticed the figure of yesterday’s man. His height, he stood out from the crowd of tourists. He was alone in swimming trunks, and I slowed down to appreciate his figure. The ideal pumped body with prominent muscles and most importantly, a huge lump in swimming trunks. “God, the gorilla pumped not only the body, but also his body” - I laughed to myself and went to the beach. After spending half a day in the sun, I went to a bar in the shade. Taking a glass of cool lemonade, I lazily examined the people around me, and at that time I felt the heat from my body behind me. I turned around and saw the very pitching. He looked at me and smiled.

- Can I treat you? - he asked.

I laughed, the bar was free and I could treat myself, and myself, without waiting for gentlemen. But what to do, you need to play along.

“Okay, come on,” I answered, still laughing.

I was served a glass with a bunch of grass and a lemon sticking out. It looks creepy but very tasty. The bartender said something to him, nodding in my direction. Kachok also nodded to him, seemed to be discussing me.

- My name is Miloš - shook the jock.

- Anya - I replied.

Communication was difficult, English was terrible, and even mixed with local words. But I understood the main thing, he worked here at the hotel, a lifeguard in the pool as he put it, he was thirty, not married, no children. Apparently the last was important, since he said it, doesn’t he rely on something regarding me? I glanced at his powerful torso and of course on the sticking out melting. It seemed to me that he deliberately threw in a couple of potatoes there, not of a small size. This, to be honest, I have not seen. Although before marriage I had men and it was compared with anything. To immediately put a distance, quickly said goodbye to him and went to change into the room. In the plans I had a walk into the city.

In the evening in the bar they arranged a disco with a foam party at the end. Wearing a thong and a light dress, I went to have fun. A lot of music, alcohol, a river and a lot of half-naked bodies, all this made my head spin. They announced the last slow dance before the foamy entertainment. Tired and satisfied, I began to look for a place to sit. Suddenly, a huge figure of Milos with a naked torso grew up in front of me. He silently

gave me a hand inviting to dance. We entered the circle of writhing bodies, he grabbed me in an armful with his hands, pressing to himself and we slowly sailed. His huge strong body was hot and burned my skin. Stroking my back, he accidentally touched my ass with his hands a couple of times. I looked at him sternly and the matter did not go further. And then there was a foam party, tons of foam, again intoxicating cocktails and even more naked bodies. My dress for a long time was wet, Miloš laughing offered him off. He himself took off his shorts long ago and sparkled with gold swimming trunks. And they could see a powerful economy. Alcohol and universal half-naked fun left no chances to my sundress. He flew to the foam, and I stayed in some thongs. Everyone danced, and I also began to move to the beat of the sounding music. Milos did not take his eyes off my jumping chest. From the coolness of the night, the skin gooseled, and her nipples hardened, treacherously sticking up. He clearly liked this view, since the movement began in swimming trunks. They swelled more and more and the contour of its hefty trunk loomed more and more clearly. It was visible, as he lies up and then bends aside. I looked at this process as spellbound. Turning my back to him in the dance, I stuck out my butt, which was only a thin strip of underpants, became smoothly ...