Mobile versionSochi is a special city. Vacationers bring their own rhythms, their own mood into his life.
Local residents usually rent rooms on the seashore in which a variety of people live. One day I rented a room in a house by the sea. I rested, swam, sunbathed, went on excursions. As always, I was worried about Him. The one who is always on guard, always in search, always in a state of dissatisfaction.
But one day He was very lucky. A couple of girls arrived from Nizhny Novgorod, Vera and Lola. One of them, Lola, having escaped from the thickets of the city, apparently decided to have a blast.
In the evening, vacationers gathered in the courtyard, drank tea, ate fruit, played cards or table tennis. And then one evening Lola came out to the tennis table. Her breasts are barely covered, there is a small piece of fabric under her navel, and her butt is completely exposed. Well, you can see one little ribbon there... He and his friend start playing tennis. Soon the women create a hubbub, pounce on the troublemaker, and take their husbands out of the yard and into the house. But Lola is adamant, they say, when I’m on vacation, I dress the way I want. What can I say, the girl’s butt, although not perfect, was quite appetizing, round, white, pleasantly molded.
When night fell, I went out into the palisade, put a ladder up to the house and climbed up to the girls through the window into their room On the second floor. The countrywomen of Minin and Pozharsky were sleeping, with their hair, breasts, arms and legs scattered across the wide beds. I touched Lola. She muttered:
-Who’s here?
-I recently beat you at tennis...
-A... musician... What do you want?
Strange question. Maybe I don’t need anything. But for Him... or Her...
Lola continued to lie motionless. I stroked her hips, arms, belly, her wonderful roundness...
-Are you sick?
I shuddered in surprise.
-No, I’m healthy. Do you need help?
- What a wit...
Lola stuck her hand into my swimming trunks. I was so excited by her tests that I immediately rushed to attack. In the dark, in the light of the stars, we gently and silently pleasured each other, giving ourselves over to our passion. Lola’s friend woke up, stirred, “come on,” but we didn’t care. The stars wished that Lola and I would unite in a loving embrace that night...
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