On this day in the Moscow Complex “Olympic”, the final back of the World Cup was held. The stands were crowded, the coaches lost their feet, trying to calm their pupils, green water in the pool was seething in a giant boiler.
I stood near the entrance to the shower, leaning against the handrails of a three -meter tower, and lazily smoked. Everything that was happening around me was little interested in me, I knew that our swimmers were poorly prepared for this season, and after the sudden injury of Melnikov, complete despondency reigned in the national team. I myself got into the competitions with accidentally-just before the rehearsal I went down to fall in the shower and swallow the beer. I love this business! But, seeing our guys in the shower and learning from Toli Spitsyn, the unsurpassed master of Brass, what is happening, I sent my muns-cans to the VIP tribune, and I went into the pool.
No one paid attention to me, and only the second coach of our national team, running past, found the strength to smile in himself and asked if I was going to offer my help.
– Well, ”I grinned,“ if you lose a lot, I will have to … Not in vain a month ago I got a black belt along Aikido;if that-we will follow the Co-Vet Vysotsky and fight like Spassky with Fisher!
But the coach was already running away, not listening to my tirade.
Misha Buraitis judged today, noticing me, he waved his hand languidly – do not bother, they say – and ran to the other side of the pool.
The stands exploded with a roar. The swim of men ended at 800 meters. Wolf Hanberg, a two -meter Norwegian, very similar to Dolph Londgren in the film “Rocky – 4” (a lazy cranberry for stupid Americans), showing the best time, smiling cheerfully, shaking outstretched hands. A crowd of photographers and reporters surrounded him, but he, spreading all his shoulders, pushed to the stands, where his bride – the Scandinavian miracle sat in the front row – and kissed her on the lips tightly on the lips. The fans responded with applause. Andrey Sheleestov, who sailed the sixth, gloomily stood on this picture, came up to me.
– Let me pull, ”he muttered.
Not having time to be surprised, I handed him a bull, and Andrei, deeply dragging on a couple of times, waved his hand and went into the shower.
The noise in the stands subsided gradually. Women were ready for the final swim for 400 meters. Leaving the shower, they passed me, slender tanned mermaids, pouring the smell of chlorine. Never with a discouraging Ira Kornakova sniffed my hair playfully, and Guta Lavsan, smiling dazzlingly, as if by chance, had a hip.
– Well, well, – I muttered, feeling a slight move in swimming trunks.
Eh, I love this business!
Girls lined up along the side of the pool.
– The second path is Irina Kornakova! -the speaker announced sonorously, and the stands came to her applause. But all the views were attached to Katarina Bersight, the absolute world champion, which took all prizes during the last Che-Tires of years.. Katarina to the left and right sent air kisses, a very open swimsuit tightly tightened her muscular body, quickly emphasizing than hiding lush forms.
– Fifth path – Love Samarina!
The hall applauded somehow sluggishly and uncertainly. I also heard this name for the first time and found a low slender figure with my eyes. Girl as a girl;It can be seen that it was included in the main composition at the last moment.
Start! The swim has begun.
Not very interested in what was happening on the water and knowing the result in advance, I lazy went to the buffet and took a mug of beer from Arkady. Arkasha squinted slyly, quietly singing a song coming from the music center. As expected, it was a “black raven” – the last hit of the group “Four from the island”. That is, our.
– Katarina Bersight breaks forward! – the voice of the commentator flew to me, – she is haunted by Irina Kornakova!..
Here the girls will sail – and I will go to myself, – I thought, sipping the “Klinsky”, remembering that three bottles of Gin were hidden at the top.
The swim was coming to an end, the noise in the stands increased. Suddenly I noticed that the fans are chanting something unusual. He listened.
– Sa-ma-na! Sa-ma-na!!! – roared a thousand sip.
– The girls went to the last hundred -meter! – the commentator shouted, – Samarina half a corps behind Bersight!
I was surprised. The case took a completely unexpected turnover..
The backs of the judges, coaches, doctors closed the surface of the water from me, but the fight there, apparently, was serious. The roar grew up. While I was trying to push back to the side, without splashing the beer, the swim has ended. Who won? Correspondents, photographers, judges, some other people were fussing in front of me;Strange gurgling sounds and signs came from the dynamics, I was almost deaf with a whistle and scream.
– Yes, ”the commentator’s voice finally cut out,“ only the photofinish showed that our love Samarina came and improved the world record for two hundredths! We will welcome the new champion!!!
What began here! Some impatient fans jumped through the bar-ru and joined the crowd accumulated at the side, making their contribution to the general turmoil. Waving my hand, I slowly drank beer, took another mug (oh, I love beer!) and went to the tower. What was happening on the water, I probably did not see the athletes like the winner;People shouted something, waving their hands, photographers raised their cameras high above their heads.
Here Katarina Bersight rose heavily along the ladder, biting her lip, stunned and depressed;The uninterrupted Irka spilled apart and dancing on the side some inconceivable dance.
Where is the champion?
And suddenly the noise instantly fell silent, the speaker fell silent, as if someone invisible you had a giant rubber;The last wave shot up in the stands and died somewhere under the ceiling. Reporters and others seemed to have grown to the tile floor. It became so quiet that I rang in my ears, and immediately the splash of the still-cooked water began to be heard. What’s happened? I turned my head.
The crowd suddenly rang out to two halves like a pie cut by a knife, and I saw Samarin. The mug almost fell out of my trembling fingers.
The champion was completely naked, apparently dropping a swimsuit and a hat in the water, and wet black hair crumbled on her shoulders. The water flowed down with streams from her strong body, the chest trembled a little to the beat of the elastic steps, the light of numerous lamps shimmered on the hips, shading the convex pubis, covered with a thick black fur coat. She walked absolutely freely, not embarrassed by anyone and without looking at anyone, straightening her hair falling on her forehead. The slightly swollen lips were tightly compressed, no signs of joy or excitement were reflected on her calm face, as if she was not a minute ago tore out a difficult victory.
Seeing over with stunned glances, Lyuba passed me and disappeared in the corridor leading to showers. Fear, – I mentally gave the team, and all at once, they were moving and spoke.
– well well! – only Misha Buraitis could exhale, wiping the sweat abundantly from his forehead.
None of the reporters had time to ask a new champion a single question, the phrase frantically squeezed their cameras in their hands. The pool was buzzing like a traveled hive, discussing what happened. I noticed that none of the girls dare to follow Samarina, and suddenly, obeying some kind of impulse, I drained the remaining half of the mug with one sip, stepped into the opening and headed for the female durable. It was hot, stuffy and smelled of women. In the corner, in the last booth, water was noisy. I inaudibly came close and saw Samarina.. She stood in the shower, closing her eyes, putting down the water at full power, and throwing her head with pleasure, slowly turned in one place.
– So, ”I muttered, stopping a step away from her and gently swaying from heel to sock in a characteristic manner.
The girl opened her eyes. Seeing me, she was not at all surprised and did not make an attempt to cover her beauty, but only stopped spinning and boldly stared into my eyes with her black eyes (these black eyes! – sang in the head of Yura Shevchuk), in the very depths of which a grin hidden. I was surprised once again. Samarina behaved as if there was nothing strange in the fact that the unfamiliar bearded and patlated fraer stood in front of her in a female shower in swimming trunks, with an empty beer mug in her hand and looked at her naked as a museum rarity.
– What’s happened? – She finally opened her lovely lips.
– I am the correspondent of the magazine “The same age”, – I blurted out the first thing that came to Golova, – you do not find that you have shocked the audience a little?
– Come on them, ”she waved her hand casually,“ but I got rid of unnecessary in the industry. And you, it turns out, is brave ..
She already, of course, understood what kind of correspondent I am.
– It’s you – bold. You have to think of it like that! And she walked like Broadway ..
– Why should I be shy? – She turned smoothly in front of me, throwing her hands behind her head, – Are I a freak?
Yes, you’re not a ugly, I thought, feeling her body with a gaze. During our Di-Log, I managed to carefully examine it. In the slanting eyes and slightly wide cheekbones, something Asian, strangely narrow for swimmers, and wide hips gave her a resemblance to a dancer from a harem of some sultan, but strong muscles were guessed under the atlas of arms and legs, but this also gave itShe is a certain charm.
– And how did she manage to sail first? -I was mentally surprised, recalling that Katarina, despite her elegance, shoulders wider than mine, and the biceps would be in the invasion of Lundgren himself. My stone heart trembled.
Without realizing myself, almost mechanically I held out my hand and gently grabbed a large brown nipple with two fingers, decorating the left breasts of the new chain-buttons. The girl tensed like a string and leaned to me with her whole body. Her eyes turned into narrow cracks, and her lips ajar. She did not lower her hands, and her open sub-mushroom hollows, covered with thick curly hair, looked at me like a barrel of revolvers;Tight jets of water, flowing down, moved their hair, and it seemed that they live their own lives. My brains under the cranial box turned across.
With my left hand, I grabbed Lyuba behind the waist (the right still squeezed the unnecessary mug), and slightly touched her lips with his lips. At the same second, a very long pink tongue appeared between white teeth, and she instantly licked my face, neck and switched to her shoulders. Her strong fingers were already pulling off me swimming trunks. Putting a stupid mug on a sheet for soap, I pressed me so that she groaned, and in the hot wall of the booth. I did not even notice that the water continued to whip out of the shower as frantic, and it was cold like ice, it turned almost into a boil-current. Samarina turned her back to me, spread her legs and leaned forward a little ..
I felt her elastic buttocks with my hips, and my breasts caressed with my palms, the volume of which was completely unable to grab my musical fingers.
– Nipples, ”she moaned,“ my weakest place … I’m even swimming … I almost lose consciousness … from pleasure … from the streams of water … and I swim faster and fastest … ah!.. The further was inaudible.
Indeed, her nipples, excited, swelled to monstrous sizes, and the chest was filled with elastic severity.
Eh, I love this business!
Suddenly, the shower was filled with a slap of bare feet, laughter, a homon, and with difficulty looking back, I saw that all the participants in the championship were crowded behind us, and everything that happened was very amused.
– Lyuba, help you? – the cheerful Kornakov laughed and laid her hands on my shoulders. I did not have time to blink an eye, as the whole flock of najes pounced on us, not shy about each other at all, dragged us out of the booth, and we fell on the floor with a large swelling mass.
What began here! Screech, squeak, screams, groans-and everything is noisily falling against the background. I instantly forgot about Samarina, and even what her name is. I still don’t understand how I was alive then.
In short, an hour later I literally crawled out of the shower – wet, red as the banner of the victorious socialism, with traces of kisses throughout the body, and wandered into the locker room, forgetting the swimming trunks. Somehow dressed, I hardly rehearsed to our rehearsal and leveled the sofa, stunned with my head.
My musicians were already assembled, they sat at a small square table and smoked like a fraer. Maestro concentrated the “bullet” for preference concentratedly, and the naricky mowed the card deck.
– Where you go, the dog is furious? He shouted, – we are already a second bottle of ji -on! And launched mandarin into me.
So hide something here, I thought and threw a drum wand that turned up by the arm in him. Nariki deftly dodged and reassured me, saying that only the first bottle ended in.
– Well, then pour it, ”I asked, substituting the glass. And he knocked it in one gulp, and the maestro deftly inserted a lit cigarette into my mouth. I clarified a little in my head. Squares, who preferred sandwiches with caviar to all prefers, was sitting in UG-la with a full glass behind the synthesizer and picked up some kind of melody. Looking at me, he only grinned.
– Samarina, a? Nariki asked, running his fingers into a thick black beard, – nothing girl?
For a moment, a vision arose in my blurred brain: a slender tanned body, oriental slanting eyes and black swollen nipples on the perfect chest. I just waved my hand and collapsed on a free chair.
– One word, champion! Maestro laughed, uncorked a second bubble.
– Hand over! – said Nariki, throwing me cards ..
Eh, I love this business!
Moscow. Kuznetsk bridge.
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