The soldier is back

For the happiness of loved ones, smiles of friends

I gave my homeland seven hundred and thirty days.

For two years in the army, this is a school of life, but I'd rather be left illiterate. With women in the army at all hard, and rescues the soldier tea with bromine, and the fact that at home waiting for his beloved.

But hell, there is no one waiting. A year later, letters began to come less and less, and a half later, she stopped writing altogether.

But then my demob, approached. There was no time for experiencing, then the last shooting practice with maneuvers - almost three weeks in the fields, then a demobilizing chord. The soul is already waiting for the holiday, as in the childhood of the new year. But when I left the part I almost cried.

And then: a beautiful form with aglet and a bunch of badges, boots polished to a shine, polished plate belt, which you look like in a mirror. Heavy booze in a reserved seat - two days, songs with a guitar, farewell to fellow colleagues. And now, finally, the arrival in his native city.

From the station on foot, through the city center, oh, how in two years everything has changed.

On the minibus and home. Monday, almost lunch, parents at work.

Called, of course, my mother. Then I phoned friends, but they had their own affairs: someone at the institute, someone at work, and somehow they were not very happy that he had returned. More precisely: “I came back and returned - well done, but now back off”.

True, in the evening they began to approach, congratulate, hug, clap their shoulders, look at the sergeant's petticoats. Friends, friends of friends, everything is only “She”. And then one friend told me that Olsha, mine, had been married for six months already. I learned, and even feel better, well, God bless her, I think. Although I could say, we had been together for eight years.

A week, approximately, “pilgrims went to bow” to the honored demobilization of the Russian Army, guard sergeant Stanislav Yapishenko. Yes, even their deeds have accumulated. To make insurance on the car, to bring it to mind (for two years no one went). Grandma and Grandpa visit. Sleep, again, I want to. In the sun on the beach lie - the end of July after all. Weekend with parents in the country, relatives arrived - kebab-mashlyk everyone.

On Monday I went to recover at the university. Then he went to wander around the city, legs themselves led to the house of Olga. He stood looking at the windows. Yes, and decided - I will come into her eyes even look.

I rang the doorbell. Discovered Nadezhda Nikolaevna - Olkina mother. She is a daughter and raised in the most difficult years (father died when Ole was ten). Beautiful, well-groomed woman. She and forty, by the way, was not yet at that time.

- Yes, you whom? - Looked closer, threw up her hands. - Stas, is that you?

- I. Hello, Nadezhda Nikolaevna.

- Returned, then, a soldier? Well, how are you, tell me.

- Yes, already a week here. I am aware of Olga, I wanted to see her, to spread a few words.

- No, she lives with her husband. - Aunt Nadia embarrassed. - And you - come on, have a drink, have a drink, have a chat, otherwise I’m also all alone - I miss you.

I hesitated a bit, and Olya's mother literally dragged me by the hand into the apartment and closed the door.

- Relax, go to the kitchen.

I went in, sat in the corner, appeared on the table: two cups, a vase with cookies, some sandwiches.

- Well, tell me, where did you serve, what's new?

- Do I have what, Tyad Nagy? You won how everything changed, the city and not know. I served in artillery, gunner on self-propelled guns. Under Vladimir. A forest, marshes, eight species of mosquitoes, and fly one after the other from April to October.

- That's how interesting, Uncle Stas, what I am your aunt. Just Nadia. - She smiled. - And why exactly the "eight" species?

- How many counted. They are all different in size, color, shape, first small gray-black like ours, then very large brown, and so on, the latter are also small, but with a reddish tint and a thin long sting.

- Here you are, what did you do in the army - they considered mosquitoes. - she laughed.

- Yes, it was for everyone, and field training, when you live in a tent or under a car for months.And shooting, especially at night, when Grads or Tornadoes work is beautiful. Although the crash is worth it, the eardrums burst.

I somehow relaxed over the conversation. Nadya told me that a new thing had appeared in the city. It was easy and simple for me to chat in her company.

- And why are we sitting at tea, I have a bottle of wine, will you open it? - With these words, she got up from the table.

A few minutes later she returned to the kitchen with glasses and a bottle of Riesling.

- Stas, the corkscrew in the drawer of the table - from your side.

I opened the bottle, poured wine in glasses. Cheese and fruit appeared on the table.

Nadya sat down closer to me, at first I did not pay attention to it. The conversation went further, about plans for the future, about any nonsense (and as I recall now, I have never touched Olga).

The wine ended pretty quickly, and I really did not want to leave. It was a volitional decision to go for another bottle. They took two and a cake (who would know how it would all end ...).

In the middle of the second bottle, we nicely fed each other with our hands; by the end of it, we kissed in a hickey. While I was opening the third, Nadia, she sat on the bar counter.

Came over, gave her a glass. She took me with her left hand for the T-shirt, pulled me to her, threw her legs around her waist. Kissed, I answered. Her warm soft hands were under my shirt. I took off my T-shirt for a moment, looking up from her moist, salty lips.

He untied the belt on his dressing gown, opened it wide, and found a beautiful body there. Slightly slack but elastic breasts are medium in size with huge brown nipples. A small mole on a flat stomach just above the navel. A neat triangle of dark hair over her scarlet wet and eager sex lips.

We kissed, Her right hand gently ruffled my hair, my left stroked my chest, my stomach, slowly going down. She took the strap with several deft and skillful movements and unzipped it, then a button and a zipper on jeans. Nadia spread her legs, and with a slight movement helped her pants fall to the floor. Slightly pushed me. Cat-like graceful (as only young, but experienced women can do this) jumped down. She took off her panties, pulled her long, bushy hair back, and took the dick in her mouth. I finished at the tenth second, like a youngster for the first time. This is what a woman’s experience means, and two years of temperance on tea with bromine. Nadia slightly nadrachila my throbbing member, while a huge amount of sperm burst out and ran down her face, chin and chest.

- And with Olya you, was it? She asked.

- Yes, even in the first year. Are you interested in? - I replied.

- No, somehow I had to.

- Then, I'm in the bathroom for a second.

- I'm waiting for you in the bedroom.

Having washed quickly below the belt, I returned to Nadya.

She stood naked, erotically arched her back, and lit the candles on the bedside table next to the bed.

He came closer, put his hands on her sturdy buttocks. He bent over her, kissed the right shoulder blade, then the left. Began to go down along the spine, covering her back with kisses. Reaching the tailbone, straightened up, took the member in his hand, twisted a couple of times. Gently and gently entered the wet hot vagina. Sexy march-shot with a full calculation started. I gradually shortened the slow movements of frictions with a large amplitude and increased the tempo, while Nadya was moaning louder and louder. Finally, she trembled, and clung to my left hand, which I massaged her breasts. Got out of it, a few minutes we kissed.

She threw me back on the bed, sat on top, and rushed in the pose of a rider, "lava" in the attack for the next orgasm. Twenty minutes later we surrendered. I threw out the "white flag" semen.

A shower, a smoke break in the kitchen, and a machine gun ready to repel a new attack.

Her legs on my shoulders and I with fast bursts of reciprocating movements shot Nadina's vagina. Almost half an hour, the red-hot machine gun choked in an orgasm. It seems everything.

Smoke break in the kitchen, and "Victory Waltz" at the bar. She doesn’t even moan, but squeals, I wheeze and growl, choking with delight and happiness. Her orgasm, nails dug into my back, leaving deep scratches, like barbed wire. But I hardly feel it.One thought pulsates in my head: only forward, faster and faster, even faster. Nadia breaks the tides of orgasm, she screams, bites her lip. I'm also in a frenzy, I also convulse before I finish.

We made love until the morning. The fight was hard, and then I greedily drank tap water in the kitchen.

And then, when we drank our “morning” coffee, Olya and her husband came in to visit mom for lunch.

- Olya, Lesha, and I have guests. - There was a voice Nadi in the hallway.

- Who is there, mom? - asked Olya.

- The soldier from the army returned. Lesha go to the kitchen. - And she took her daughter to the room.

A short, broad-shouldered boy of about twenty-five, a brown-haired man with curly hair, entered the kitchen. In general - the exact opposite of me.

- Alexey. - He extended his hand to me.

- Stanislav. - We shook hands. - Congratulations, happy for you.

- And you Olin ...

- Not anymore, now you are Olin. - I didn't let him finish the thought. - Sit down, Nadezhda Nikolaevna treats me very tasty coffee with cookies.

He sat down opposite me, took a cookie and asked:

- Where did you serve?

- “Artel”, near Vladimir.

At this time, Nadia entered the kitchen.

- Olya asks you to go to Stas.

- Olsha, hello!

- Hi, Echion. - She came to me, hugged, kissed my cheek and whispered, - Forgive me.

- I'm not mad, in general. Just because you didn't tell me anything. - With these words, I turned around and left the room. - Aunt Nadia, spend, - I asked, passing by the kitchen. - Lesha, take care of her.

In the corridor, I smacked Nadia on the lips and left.

“Come in again ...” and something unintelligible came when I stepped into the elevator.

P. S. And I have not yet ... say how many times I went. But that's another story.

January 2019