1. Real stories. Tanya
  2. Real stories. Tanya: Continuation
  3. Real stories. Ksyushka: Start
  4. Real stories. Tanechka: New meeting
  5. Real stories. Fellow traveler Inna
  6. Real stories. About the dangers of smoking
  7. Real stories. Inexperienced Katya. Part 1
  8. Real stories. Inexperienced Katya. Part 2
  9. Real stories. Inexperienced Katya. Part 3
  10. Real stories. Inexperienced Katya. Part 4: Farewell to childhood
  11. Real Stories. Plumbing Day
  12. Real stories. How I spent the weekend
  13. Real stories. Student years. Beach Bonus
  14. Real stories. Student years. Beach Bonus (continued)
  15. Real stories. Dark side. Present
  16. Real stories. Dark side. Chance meeting
  17. Real stories. Unusual fishing
  18. Real stories. Unexpected find
  19. Real stories. Student years. Summer
  20. Real stories. Dark side. Tatyana's Day
  21. Real stories. Worst sex
  22. Real stories. Dancer
  23. Real stories. May thunderstorm

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The sun was hot the second day. The cloudless blue sky did not allow to plunge into study, and having chosen a convenient moment, I went home earlier than usual. Deciding for myself that to swim in the warm and clear water of the lake, it would be the best solution, having quickly had lunch and changed clothes, I went to the lake. The road was about seven kilometers from the house, and after jumping into the tram, I drove to the very ring, intending to walk the rest of the way. Already approaching the final stop, I saw a slowly approaching thunderstorm front, with overflows of lightning and a still quiet and slow roar.

Walking briskly toward the lake, I was more and more feeling the breath of a thunderstorm, inexorably approaching me to meet. At one point, the sun disappeared, and a strong cold wind hit in the face, carrying the first large drops and clouds of raised dust. Fifteen minutes to go to the lake, no more. An avalanche of water mixed with hail collapsed unexpectedly. Quickly removing the T-shirt and putting it in the bag, he almost ran along the path towards the road. The hail grew stronger, rather painfully lashing on the shoulders and face, so that at some point I had to wait another squall, hiding behind a tree. Streams of water flowed along the roadway and ran across an almost deserted road, I took shelter from the rain in the concrete box of the bus stop. Bad weather raged.

In addition to me, there was another weather captive at the bus stop. A wet girl, about twenty-two or three years old. She was sitting on a bench, in a black spacious skirt almost to her knees, sandals and a white blouse. It seems to me that she was very sorry that she hadn’t put on a bra that day, and now her completely drenched blouse had turned into an absolutely transparent fabric tightly adhering to her body. Her resilient breasts and nipples were perfectly visible from the side, as she did not try to turn away or close them with her arms crossed. Drops of water flowing down her brown hair, flowing down her face, forced her to constantly tear off her hands and wipe off the remnants of makeup. She was very embarrassed by me, while I was devouring her beautiful body with my eyes. The situation in which she came was not the most pleasant. Wet, it was freezing, she could not get into public transport in her absolutely transparent blouse.

I took a completely dry sports jacket from the bag and silently handed it to her. She did not refuse, and turning her back to me, she took off her wet blouse and threw it on the bench, and put on dry clothes.

That's how we met. Warmed and relaxed, she became more talkative. More than half an hour has passed, and the bus never arrived.
The sun appeared as unexpectedly as it had disappeared earlier. Bright hot rays lit up the wet nature, and within a minute the trickles of steam began to rise from the wet asphalt.
- Let's go swim! The water is now warmer than air, - I suggested, going out under the warm rays of the May sun from the twilight of the concrete crypt of a stop.

Vika thought about my offer for a few minutes. It was evident that she did not want to delay me, but on the other hand, she was not ready to part with a warm and dry jacket.
“I can make you a company, but I won’t go into the water,” she chose a compromise solution.

I could not refuse the company of a slim and pretty girl, and we went along the side of the road towards the lake. Literally in a few minutes, a bus completely crowded with people drove towards us, but that was no longer important. A handful of large hail under their feet, reminded of the bad weather that raged quite recently. Turning off the road, we began to go down the narrow path towards the lake, and passing Vika ahead, I walked behind her enjoying the view of her bare, slim legs. The calm expanse of the lake blinded by reflected sunshine, our feet were completely wet, and taking off our shoes, we walked on the wet grass barefoot. The former sand pit was beautiful, surrounded by a dense ring of trees and perfectly clear water, it was a popular destination for holidaymakers, but not today. Bad weather swept away all. When he reached his favorite place, a small bay completely closed from the eyes from all sides, and a smooth sandy descent and a decent size sandy glade near the water. Pulling wet shorts and shorts, I put on swimming trunks. Vika tactfully turned away while I changed clothes.

The water was gorgeous, at least twenty-five degrees, and while the air slowly warmed up, the warm water of the lake washed away all the memories of the bad weather. Immersed myself in my head and emerging, I looked at my beautiful companion, who was standing in my clothes, not daring to plunge.
Diving again, I emerged a few meters away from her. It was clearly visible that she was not about to join me, but she was shy.
- Come to me! - I shouted casually.
“I have nothing in it,” Vika began to grind.
- You can even naked - there is no one here! - I was encouraging, realizing that she was unlikely to undress, - you can in your clothes, it's still wet!

How hard it was to make a decision. I stopped eating with her eyes, and turned away towards the lake. When I turned around again, she was standing in black thongs, hanging her wet skirt on a sticking out dry branch of a nearby tree.
- Does it take off your panties? - the question was spinning in the head, forcing at the same time to delay the fabric of the bottoms with the embarked member.
Finished with a skirt, she unzipped the jacket's zipper, and removing it hung on a tree nearby.
Remaining in her panties, she did not hide her breasts from my gaze, walked towards me gracefully, watching my reaction with a smile. Her provocation was a success. An hour ago, we did not even suspect the existence of each other, and now she is in her panties striding towards an almost unknown young man. I could not take my eyes off her protruding nipples. It seemed to me that she, too, liked my attention, unobtrusive and at the same time completely unconcealed. Yes, she was somewhat older than me, and probably more experienced, which in other ways did not prevent us from finding ourselves in this secluded place today.

- Vika, do you have a boyfriend? - I asked, looking into her eyes.
- Yes, why do you ask? - She asked.
“So, just ...” I left the answer, realizing the meaninglessness of my own question.
- And you have? She asked now.
- Not! I don't have a boyfriend! - I laughed it off.
Vika very sincerely and sweetly laughed.
- Well, you understand! - she said.
- Yes there is! - I honestly admitted.
- Do you like me? - she continued to provoke.

What could I answer to the sexy girl standing in front of me in the water, so that the water did not get to her nipples a little?
Instead of answering, I touched my palm to her breast, slightly squeezing the nipple between the bases of my fingers. She did not remove my hand, continuing to look at me expectantly. With my free hand, I grabbed her around the waist, and pulled me close to my lips.The kiss was not too long, but not a second, and I also felt how she was trying to keep her balance stepped on my leg, her knee fell between my legs so that my thigh tightly pressed against the hard excited cock. She could not fail to notice.
- Come on who is faster to the middle! She said, tearing herself away from my lips, and having doused me with a cascade of spray, she rushed to the goal. I swam after her, and as I am not ashamed to admit it, I could not catch up with her. Suppose I was behind and not very much, but in the middle of the lake she was waiting for me. As it turned out, she spent a very long time professionally engaged in swimming, and even won prizes in competitions.

- Well, what are you like a turtle! - she has cheerfully cast.
Back we floated without rushing together, talking about all sorts of nonsense. When she went ashore, she threw my jacket over herself again, and while I was wiping myself with a towel, she with a quick movement, unexpectedly for me, pulled off her panties and squeezed them defiantly and hung them in the most prominent place. From the mere thought that her naked body is hidden from me only by my sports jacket, which barely covers the pubis, the member was filled with blood ...

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