Those who read « chair »My story « The beauty of the coupe »HTTP: www.Stulchik.Net/Ras.SHTML?Ras5369_1 Already, undoubtedly, understand that I have been saturated with the spirit of peeping, voerism to the brain. « my crime is only that I am very curious »- So I justify this to myself, I am far from my own phrase. In « the beauty of the coupe »I described the story that happened to me very recently, a few years ago. Now I invite you to another world-the world of the Soviet Union, the end of the 80s of the last century.
My mother and I lived together in the same southern resort village on the seashore, which is surrounded by mountains from all sides. The village was so small that those 2-3 five-story buildings that stood in it aroused their admiration for their comfort and comfort, and basically the inhabitants interrupted the comfort of a private dwelling. What is a private dwelling in the resort, I think you know – each piece of territory is reserved for the placement of vacationers with varying degrees of comfort. And in the season, from May to October, many local residents generally try to take their own beds for the sake of extra penny.
During this story described in this story, your humble servant was about 13-14 years old. In the summer, in order not to stick out in a house where she is teeming with vacationers, I spent everything free from household chores, either, bathing in the sea, or climbing in the mountains, or stuck in a 14-storey sleeping building of one of the boarding houses (and in one-and for onethe only skyscraper of the village) in which my mother worked as an administrator. The boys and I just recently, finally, learned to catch bulls and I, floating at sea, comprehended all the subtleties of this art. You put on flippers, a mask and a pipe, you swim into the sea in front of the beach, to the place where large cobblestones met at the bottom, dive and raise one such cobblestone to the surface and float with it where only the cleanest sand at the bottom is at the bottom. Choose a place and lower the cobblestone to the bottom. And then it remains only to swim at the surface, breathing through the tube, and carefully observe whether a careless bull will appear in the visibility field. Then he must be frightened, he rushes to the saving stone and dives for him, clinging to him sideways on the opposite side of you-you calmly swim and on both sides you grab it with your hands because of the stone. Everything is simple.
This process is exciting, but you have to dive constantly by 5 meters – you get very tired. On that day, I came up with a trap for bulls in the form of a cobblestone near a buoy, which was designated to vacationers, with which one could not emerge. This buoy is large, ball meter 1. 5 in diameter, if not more. I could not climb him on horseback (although I saw that many did it), but, but, to catch on him with their hands, raise and rest his legs at him, and just to break in the air for some time, breathing without the help of a tube, it was just super rest. I just swam, when, having lowered my face in the mask into the water, I suddenly found a brazen muzzle of a cherished bull. Biting the phone, I rushed to the bottom. But the bull and, however, turned out to be an arrogant muzzle – this time he slipped away from me. The saddled I slowly popped up from the depths, holding with one hand by the buoy cable to emerge as close as possible to it. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a move at the surface and, looking there, found a human figure floating on the surface towards my buoy. A person sailed quickly enough, so if I continued to surge, I would emerge right in front of him. I always really did not like to frighten people, so I suspended my rise a meter from the surface and, lifting my head up, began to figure out how to emerge more accurately on the other side of the buoy. Having outlined the trajectory, I did it quite successfully. A surge, he caught himself thinking that this person is a woman, in a beautiful, stylish separate swimsuit consisting of small muffs tied on the sides and triangles of a bra, which were a strange shape. Emerging, I did not blow the pipe from the water, which I usually do, t. To. This is quite noisy, but simply spat out the ruin of the mouth and lifted the mask on his forehead. According to the swinging buoy, I realized that she also sailed and grabbed him from the opposite side.
Either she didn’t notice me at all or I just don’t bother her. In my head, the question « strange, some, she has a bra …«. I gained courage, put on a mask, without a tube, and quietly ducked by 0. 5 meters, grabbed the cable of the buoy, thus fixing himself at this depth, and raised his face to the surface. What was opened to my gaze surpassed all my expectations – it turns out that she swam, moving both triangles of the bra to the sides, to the armpits, completely freeing her breasts from him. They swayed amazingly in the water with every movement of it. The breasts were 3 or even 4, the forms of melon were beautifully elongated and pointed, so their swaying was even noticeable – the papilla was constantly nodding to me, greeting me.
I had to come up to catch my breath. Emerging silently, made a few breaths and ducked again. Hovering at the minimum depth of the cable itself, I admired the enchanting sight, who saw a floating naked woman with good shapes from under the water, he would probably understand me. In my next immersion, I saw at the limit of visibility another shadow at the surface. This time I already expected something like that and was preparing for a meeting with another guest. But it turned out to be a girl, my peer, or even younger. Her age was guessed by a swimsuit that was visible under the fabric, barely designed, on which sharp mounds of papillae clearly stood out. In addition, she was in a closed swimsuit of children’s uniforms and colors. She sailed like a dog, very slowly, so I managed to emerge, catch my breath and dive again while she approached my seducer. According to the echoes of their votes, coming to me under water, I realized that they were talking lively, were clearly familiar with each other. The youngest almost swam to the buoy, I saw from under the water, as the eldest holds out her hand and she, grabbing, pulled herself to the buoy. The voices of their conversations sounded more intensively. I already just got dark in my eyes from a lack of oxygen, and I emerged, deciding to breathe longer. Yes, and listen to the conversation …
– …you swim with naked breasts? – a girlish voice rang.
“I really like a sense of freedom, you know,” the other woman answered her, calm voice.
– I would take it off at all then.
– And on the beach how? To get out of the water …And give you-you are still barely swimming in order to hang something else on you.
– I can barely swim? I won, how much sailed – 100 meters! To the Buke of himself! And back to sail!
By the burying buoy, I realized that there was some kind of fuss from their side. Having gained air into the lungs, I dived. From under the water from a distance of half a meter to observe the women who worship each other, one of which is also a top forest, a spectacle, I will tell you, fantastic! The youngest, not looking up with one hand from the buoy, the other tried to tackle the elder, leaning her head on her head, but she slipped out, then the youngest grabbed her friend’s neck with her free hand and, feeling the support, transferred her neck and second hand, and then grabbed the lowering lowering of the elderlegs. Thus, she was sitting on her girlfriend sitting on her back, holding her neck by her neck and grabbing her lower back with her legs.
I emerge, make a few breaths, hear female laughter, some incoherent words, I dive again. The youngest, sitting on the eldest back, holding on his feet tightly, let her neck and grabbed her friend under the armpits. At first I did not understand what she was doing, but then I realized – she tried to close her friend’s breasts with triangles of the fabric of her bra, return them to their rightful place, so to speak, so to speak. A friend resisted only by body movements, from which the youngest crumpled more and squeezed her breasts, which achieved some success with a swimsuit.
My next emission and immersion. The struggle continues. This time, the eldest managed to turn around to his younger face, continues to hold on with one hand for Bui, and the other – enough friend’s hands, trying to repel her attacks. And the youngest at this time, having received naked breasts right in front of him, began to squeeze them openly, dodging her hands from her friend’s grabbing hand. All this was accompanied by sonorous female laughter, spray, foam, fuss of legs.
Having emerged, I listened to their fuss behind a buoy (there is still not such audibility under water-you can’t make out words, I could not hear any small sounds, like breathing, and pr.). Dived, deciding to make a circle around them under water – to admire from the side, so to speak. He was well crazy, plunged, sailed behind the buck, thus, just between him and me were floundering fooling girls. I look up to the surface and freeze. The fuss of the girls stopped. The youngest sits like a monkey on a palm tree, on the eldest, face-to-face, hugging her friend with her hands by his neck and legs by the waist, pressing tightly. The eldest continues to hold on to the buoy with one hand, the other, letting them together and friend. Of course, I immediately became interested in this pose, given that the noise of the voices on the surface stopped. I devoured my eyes a frozen couple, looking from the edge of the oldest chest on the youngest’s chest, dropping down on it to the butt, which was simply luxuriously protruded in this pose. Suddenly something flickered under her ass-I peered and struggled again-her older friend’s fingers flashed there. That’s why they froze – the eldest simply arranges for his partner a water petition session. How I had enough air, and I don’t know back for buoy. It seemed that my heart was knocking with such force that they should feel it both by water and by air. But I heard only deep breathing, with moaning, the youngest, and muffled sounds of a distant beach.
– It doesn’t hurt you? – the voice of the older.
– No, but if I finish, then I will not sail back.
A small pause in breathing, and then the blessed groan of the youngest and the oldest voice is heard:
– The sea was completely washed away by the sea, it definitely doesn’t hurt you?
– All …Enough, otherwise I definitely won’t sulfur – the decisive answer of the youngest sounds, and the buoy suddenly swayed. – I’ll swim, and you catch up with! She said, and buoy swayed again.
I stuck at the buoy, afraid to even breathe, and I could not imagine how to look at all. Then he remembered about diving and immediately plunged. On the other side of the buoy, only the eldest remained, slightly moving his legs, deepizing them deeply, and 2 meters away, the silhouette of the swimming younger one could see at 2 meters away. I looked at the older. She just undressed – the bra was untied, removed and she tied it to her right forearm like a rope. Then it was the turn of the swimming trunks, both ties opened under skilled female fingers and now they have already hung like the same rope, but on the left forearm of a woman. Her bare pubis flaunted a slightly lighter shade of the skin and a narrow strip of pubic hair, neatly trimmed in the form of a triangle. She let go of the buoy and slowly swam towards the shore, catch up with her friend. She sailed with a brace, so it was not difficult for me to move under her water for long and admire her smoothly shaved crotch, opened with large labias, a black strip of her pubis, when she widely placed her legs. And a little further her amazing breasts made rhythmic swaying back and forth, then, slightly approaching, with each other, then on the contrary-diverging with the particularly wide movements of her hands.
The last jerk – and I am again on the surface, behind the buoy, hidden from any observer from the side of the coast, including my mermaids. A minute later, I slowly leaned out from behind the buoy and found two female heads, one blond with a tail, and the other was dark-haired with a square half from me to the shore. Passing them eyes to the very shore, I noted in my memory where their litter lies, and rushed at full speed to the shore. Fortunately, in the fins I managed to very quickly.
Having dried up at the walls of the embankment red -hot in the sun, I gathered, threw the flippers and other underwater causes behind my back, climbed the ladder from the beach to the embankment and went in the direction where I saw the litter of my mermaids. Very soon, I noticed familiar baths and girlish heads. They just finished gathering. There was a time before dinner and became tangibly hot. « what if they are from a boarding house? What if you follow them and find out where they live?»A bold thought flashed through my head, which I implemented without much difficulty. It turned out that they live precisely in the sleeping building where my mother worked, and which I knew from the basement to the solarium on the roof like my five fingers.
A day has passed, or even two.
I sat in the sleeping building on the ground floor, where the library was located, halls with soft chairs and sofas for relaxation and reading, and, in fact, the table – the administrator’s workplace, who gave the keys to the rooms to vacationers, placed the newly arrivals and wrote out the departures. I sat next to the administrator, my mother’s friend, Aunt Valya, and watched TV. There was a dining time, a stream of vacationers pulled past towards the dining room.
“Please sit for a moment – look behind the order, I’ll come now,” Aunt Valya turned to me. It happened, because we are all people, everyone needs to the toilet from time to time, so I was not surprised at her request and took her place. And as soon as she disappeared around the corner, the door of the elevator opened and my acquaintances … fluttered from them;The one older, was dressed in a white skirt just below the knee and a fitting snow -white blouse. Under a blouse, an openwork and very beautiful snow -white bra, who attracted the attention of others. Fluffy eyelashes and her eyelids were slightly tinted, the skin of the face was already dumbfounded. She looked just amazing. The youngest was in a short denim skirt and a tight -fitting pigeon beacon on a naked body, which very beautifully emphasized her young body, slightly convex breasts and sharp papillae. She was also painted very stylishly, although also not abundantly. Her barely upturned tip of the nose and freckles on the nose and around her eyes spoke of a young age. On the legs of both there were sandals on a small heel. Both were neatly combed, the eldest was a brown brunette with a square, and the youngest was a blonde with a hair with such a charming tail behind. Her tail was stabbed with some exotic shiny hairpin.
Leaving the youngest at the elevator, on the way to the dining room, the eldest went to the administrator’s table, at that moment I was sitting, put the key on the table (it was supposed to do it, leaving – the administrator cleaned it in a special box) and asked: addressing me: addressing me:
– But there is no administrator?
“She will come now,” I answered politely, “can I help you with something?
– I wanted to know about excursions – where should we go or go. Something interesting.
-Every morning at 9-00 from the administrative corps, excursions go to the mountains on foot routes. Tomorrow they will go to the source « Saint Anastasia », this is 6 kilometers from here, a very beautiful place with beautiful views, ”I shook my knowledge because I often went with the guides and knew all the routes and all lectures on the sights.
The girls looked at each other, the youngest, hearing my words, as I spoke loudly, nodded noticeably.
– Thank you. We will go on this tour tomorrow, if you recommend us so much, ”she said charmingly smiling, and they went towards the dining room. I looked at their butt, unable to take their eyes off them. The memories of what relations I saw them from under the water circled my head. Already almost hiding around the corner, the eldest said something quietly the youngest, and she, suddenly, turned around, looked straight into my eyes and smiled very nicely.
…
The next morning was expected to be sunny and hot. Already at 8-45 I ran to the site where the excursion groups were gathered, and waited with trepidation who would come on an excursion. A group of 10 people had already gathered and the guide began to say that « we were waiting for another 10 minutes and leave », when I suddenly saw those who were waiting for such lust. Two girlish heads, one dark with a square, the other bright with a tail, appeared on the stairs along the road to us from the sleeping building. I watched with bated breath how they were coming to us. In the mountains, they shifted in the sneakers, perfectly suitable for their outfit. The eldest had snow -white long wide shorts, almost to the knees, and the snow -white beach. Under the beach, her chest was clearly visible, not constrained by a bra, which was very familiar to me at every step. On the youngest there was a pink beach on a naked body, but shorts …call them shorts, not panties, it was possible with a very big reservation. They tightened her so that all her roundness, bulges, folds and seams of small panties under them were visible with the naked eye. In general – not a child, but a real sex bomb. Both were with such tiny shoulder backpacks, similar to cosmetic bags. I, like enchanted, watched them go to us. And they, coming close to our group, greeted and the eldest immediately began to ask the guide about the details of the route. The youngest came up to me, smiling:
– Hello. We thought that you would go today too …She said, smiling charmingly.
– …Hello. Yes …I …I often go with excursions …I know everything here …- I began to embarrass.
– What is your name? She asked completely naturally. I called myself. She answered:
– And me – Olya. Do you live here?
– Yes, for a long time already. I walk in the summer. My mother here still works as an administrator in the corps where you live.
– Already met? – a familiar voice was heard, and the eldest came to us.
“Hello,” I said, bursting with paint, and once again called her name already.
“And I am Marina,” she answered, and immediately jokingly suggested: “Well, lead us into the mountains, a young ranger. But do not get carried away, where we came from, there are no mountains, only seven hills, and we would not want to wallow from one excursion for several days in the room with a layer – we all laughed at the same time, and I vigorously nodded my head in agreement. Then the guide raised the entire group, and we together moved to the entrance to one of the gorges, which led to the source we need.
Is it necessary to say that I was in a difficult situation? In front of me, like a young doe, jumped over the stones of Olya, now and then leaning, choosing a pebble or trying to catch a lizard, while her ass was so protruded back that I barely restrained myself so as not to touch her. And next to me, a little in front, Marina walked, holding her back vertically and even sometimes removing her hands behind her back or behind her head, substituting the most uninhabited areas of the body of the sun. I constantly got off my breath, because I could not take my eyes off the stamps of her stalks swaying into the rhythm. Her papers hardened, apparently from friction about the beacon, and I just did not know what to do with an erection that simply did not let me go for a second. Thank God, I thought of putting a T -shirt today, which was spacious and long to cover up the obvious signs of my delight addressed to these girls.
Over time, I got a little and was able to look away from the ass and breasts, began to look at them in more detail. They were almost one height, Olya a little lower. Turned to each other either by name, or a slightly carpet name, for example, « Olchul …«, or « Marish …«. They slowly pulled and me into their conversations. Ole, as I thought, turned out to be 13 years old. He is engaged in ballroom dancing. Marina kept silent, but she looked 28-30 years old. Rhythmic gymnastics coach (or something like that, now I will not remember). We walked separately from the rest of the group, a little behind, I told them all my knowledge about local beauties, they listened, opening their mouths, not forgetting to insert into my stories and my comments.
An hour later we got to the source. In fact, there is nothing particularly interesting there – just water flows from a cliff through a piece of pipe. The whole group fell to the ground, someone began to type water in bottles, someone drank, I offered to my companions:
“If you are not very tired – let’s go a little higher, I’ll show you a chic place,” I suggested, and the girls readily agreed.Having warned the guide that we went higher and if that – so that they did not wait for us – we went home. The guide, as I already said, knew me for many years and sometimes allowed me to drive an especially zealous and unstable part of the group with alternative routes. This time I went along my route accompanied by two chic fairies. After 300 meters, we got out to the plateau, from which a magnificent view of 3 sides opens – to the valley with vineyards and on two picturesque sea bays. The girls immediately began to take pictures, the stream of admiration poured as a river, and I was quietly happy that I was able to impress them. Olya and I chose the branches of a low deciduous juniper, and Marina went a little forward along the plateau, admiring the environs. Suddenly she stopped, took off and put a backpack-coseter in front of her, and in one sharp movement pulled off the beacon over her head. Even from such a distance and from the back, her breasts were clearly visible to me, which swayed noticeably to the sides, freed from the fabric, and rhythmically swayed with every movement of it, like pendulums, now and then showing from behind her back or right on the right. She crouched over a backpack and, taking it out of it already familiar to me a bra from a swimsuit, quickly dressed it, deftly tied a beautiful knot on her back from ropes. Only then I realized that I was staring at her, and Olchik was sitting nearby. I, out of the corner of my eye, squinted at her and was surprised. Instead of following my reaction or, God forbid, ask me not to stare at Marina, she herself devoured her friend in all eyes. Her eyes shone, her lips were ajar, and the papillae tensed noticeably and became even more clearly visible under the beach. I involuntarily admired her profile, and she suddenly shouted:
– Marish, smear you with cream?
She, turning her head, smiled and nodded her head cheerfully, continuing to stand with her back with her hands raised to his head. Olya rose and went towards her friend, and I said to her: I said:
– Great, you still enjoy the views, and I run away for the bushes …It is necessary, – and rushed aside almost running, where the shrub was thoroughly.
Having handed over all my affairs, I suddenly thought, but what if you return from the bushes in the same way, but, having gone a little to the side, it suddenly would be able to admire Marina’s breasts, albeit in a swimsuit, again? Awesome between the bushes, I sent along the edge of the clearing and after a minute 2 began to leave the thickets, just from the side of the place where I saw Marina last time.
Marina was all there – she stood with her hands raised to her head and looked into the distance. Her breasts, barely covered with a swimsuit, in this position of the hands were highly raised and caught in short, I stopped and involuntarily admired it. But then I immediately noticed Olya, who stood close to Marina from behind and squeezed out the cream from the tube to his palm. I stopped and even crouched a little, admiring Marina. And Olya, pressing enough cream, began to cover them with her friend’s back, making circular movements with her hand. Gradually, I began to notice that her hand slips more and more from her back to her friend, and then began to slide along her stomach. I looked at the show enchanted. Olina’s pen had already slipped along the waist of Marina and the bottom of the tummy, and then began to make it all higher and higher on it. My heart seems to have stopped fighting at that moment, t. To. I saw her gently covered her girlfriend’s chest right on top of the bra. Having froze for a moment, she began slow circular stroking right down her, and after a moment she suddenly slipped under the lower rope of the bra, under her chest, and pulled her off her chest up. Marina’s breasts, jumping out of freedom, swayed under their weight, and a blessed smile appeared on their mistress’s face. Olya, also smiling, began to rub her girlfriend’s breasts, then one, then pepper with a pen to the other, very tenderly touching the nipples, but very intensively around them. I especially remember her movements up and down on Marina’s chest. If such a comparison is acceptable – as if it had finished it. From the base – to the papilla, then on the sides up and again from the base – to the papilla. It caught my eye that Marina was standing with her eyes closed, opening her lips, and shifting from foot to foot, and her papers were noticeably hardened. Olya leaned over to her from behind and kissed her naked shoulder. Marina, having come to her senses, shuddered, gasped, dropped her hands and immediately returned the bra in their place in one motion, slightly raising her chest. Then she turned impulsively, looked around the plateau from the side where I left, not finding either me or anyone else, looked my eyes right into my friend’s eyes, embraced her shoulders and fell to her lips with her lips. The girls kissed literally a few seconds, but it was not just a kiss – it was clear that through this proximity the girl merges with their souls into one big and pure, immaculate and delicate nature. Then, slightly pulling away from Olya, who seemed to me in complete prostration, Marina raised a tube of the cream that had fallen from the ground from the ground, squeezed a little into her hand and began to just as gently, not letting a single millimeter, rub it into the skinpartners. I, turning around, carefully moved back along the same route and when I left the bushes in the field of view of the girls – Marina finished the procedure for spreading, her hands gently walked on the shoulders and open areas of the body of Olya, and that with half -closed eyes obviously frustrated with pleasure.
Girls, seeing me, greeted me with a joke, but when they saw the hotel that brought them, came across the road to the blackberry bush. They immediately forgot to joke, but then their delicate lips and pens got down with juice of ripe berries. And while they enjoyed the taste of the berries, I literally devoured their sparkles – even the spacious shorts of Marina could not hide the swollen labia, forming two noticeable bulges and a hollow between them on snow -white fabric. Looking at Olya, I noticed exactly what I expected – the thin fabric of the shorts crashed deeply between the girl’s lips, and a small spot of moisture was clearly drawn on the pink fabric. My ears were burning, I did not know where to hide my gaze, so I remembered another source that was right here on the plateau, led the girls to him, where we got drunk and washed, and the girls also thoroughly sprinkled, funny screeching.
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