Summer is a time of holidays and rest for urban residents, and a time of hard work for farmers. For me, this time is easy money, great adventures and rest from the city noise.
The fact that my friend and immediately after graduation decided in the garage to organize small manufacturing, "the office "Horns and hoofs". That's just one problem products too specific and orders for it is only from October to may. At this time the work goes on, the loot coming in, business is booming. Only that to do remaining five months, when work at all there is no?
But I have a house in the village. From parents father remained. No one lives there, and even on the weekend does not go far (300 km from the city). Last year I came there for the first time in 6 years.
And there nature, fishing, bath, moonshine. In General – charm. And another two hectares of their land.
In short, I came back, met a neighbor, childhood friend you grew up together. Stas a simple guy, like... the classic "...It was fresh as the young radishes and unpretentious as a rake...". And I'm a box "Henesi" brought let Rastogi "gray confiscated", but there, in the "remote farm" is still chic. Just like in Smolensk on the "Maserati" ride.
He taught me the bath to drown and then floated me into her, and in the evening we drunk old Russian tradition to pig squeal. And I'm a fool and bought a Belarus T-40. With a rotten cabin, but on the move and with attachments for plowing and hilling and trailer.
The army remember, I'm the driver on the APC served.
What can we do, we had to get out somehow. Here and began to spin. In the collective farm drank with the Chairman, promised something, and got free access to manure from the farm. And it is a living income. Only now I'll argue with someone who says money doesn't smell... it stinks.
But here's the thing, I'm a man to everything else, quite pedantic and clean. To negotiate always go in suit, with tie, and here is here is bring on a tractor and in overalls boots and torn jeans. And all by myself. People are surprised: how so?
So it is done: came to shit in the right place got out while the customer went for the loot, I'm in the bushes for two cans of water would jeans and a sweatshirt came off, the pants and shirt with a tie wearing 3-5 minutes and ready even in the Kremlin on awarding the state prize. Just like this.
You show up, everyone's looking at you.
– Alexei, is that You?
And before that:
- Lech won tudoy rash!
And then this happened:
The master's daughter – a girl of about twenty, including a week without ancestors came to this manure just to get money to pay for it.
Has arrived with an overnight stay and not one, and with friends have walked they there until morning, I by the afternoon pulled up. It just friends on the bus to the city hold.
Unloaded. And it say:
- I should pay the hostess.
- Yeah, - she says, her hands somehow floated into the hut.
And I'm in the bushes to the cans is undressed, first knocked, going, only for the second seized. Her voice:
– Alex, I... day and I get out of the bushes.
And I here such in "Adam's costume" with the canister above the head from which water pours. Directly in an erotic movie on "cable" show, there is only naked men and women standing under a waterfall.
She's smiling at me.
– Sorry. - He says, blushes, and eye with my "Python" not brings.
And he just stand up, God forgive me, a sinner, with a young lady. Here the water ended, and I went tetanus. This canister and covered.
The object of lust took her out of sight, and let her go. But in sight not until the end.
- What a big one you have. - Now I'm blushing. And she continues, – I have the money in the city forgot.
All right. Think: "Case. Young skipped yesterday too much, and it happened to me".
- Nothing terrible – - I speak, - then give. Can I get dressed?
Yeah, sure. Let me get you some tea. - Turns away and walks away.
I got dressed, but I didn't wear a tie. And home it went.
She's standing on the veranda, looking at me.
- Sit down, I'll get everything.
She appeared five minutes later in the hands of the tray, on it a teapot, cups, cake.
Sat. I asked for instant coffee. Not like tea.
Some conversation at us was led about life, about music, fashion. On " you " moved.
Then my phone rang.
– It is scarlet!
– Lech, it's Stas, as you like to to go to the river?
Why not? I'll pick you up. And turning to her, Lena, we are on the river going with us?
Who's"WE"?
- Buddy, my roommate and I. Maybe his sister, the little one.
– Then possible. I just change. How about a tractor ride?
- Until me on it and going to go.
– I'll be right back. - Run home.
- "I you not only on a tractor'll drive", – think – "if you want."
Goes in a swimsuit, tummy flat, body evenly tanned, on the shoulders of the pareo transparent. Under it on the left shoulder tattoo in the form of a butterfly color. On a thin neck a neat gold chain and a medallion of some kind. On the feet sandals are a beautiful chain gold plated.
I got hard.
– I'm ready. Go?
Yeah, go.
Special blanket on the seat of the tractor, threw it, sat down, helped her into the cab to get in. Let's hit the road.
The tractor machine is rigid, there is no suspension, not for comfort it was created, but for work. On each bump bounces. And together with him Lenin balcony (size so fourth) Bouncing around. That and look will fall out of the swimsuit.
We got home. I changed. In the car jumped to the Stas. Took them with Masha and the river.
We arrived, sunbathed, bathed, played cards and volleyball. We record the same command, Stas and minor in the other. Of course, we won, and Alenka, take it, and kiss my lips felts missed or omitted on purpose.
While on the river was, I was paying attention, she is clinging to me. Hug her. She didn't. So couple was incurred. About six o'clock Mama Stas called home they were called. Began to gather.
While the girls were changing, Stas told me a few words on the topic of what you can Lenka "Fry".
- Fool-you, - say, - all thought in running shoes.
- OK, Petrovich boar slaughtered, you can get hold of cheaper meat. Let's stir up the barbecue and wink at me.
- Skewers are allowed.
Here girls come.
We're ready. - Says Masha.
And us. Leh all to a barbecue in the evening calls, get-togethers and a guitar.
Sold with giblets and a bastard, I do not like about the guitar. to shoot the breeze, play well, but only in a narrow company – embarrassed to.
– Where? - Asks Alain.
– Yes, he had a home and zamastil. He made himself such a grill. – Masha Supported. And she raised her thumb.
There is such business, in a week before in the regional center I bought the small welding machine, and welded it from two thinners from a bed and pieces of sheet iron. It is simple, reliable and beautiful – after all, from the old Soviet Nickel-plated bed.
Then I'm in! - agreed to Alenka. I just have to go home and change.
– Without problems. - I interfered in their conversation. – Ship.
First brought Lenka, who said that in a couple of hours she will come to me. Then to Petrovich for the meat, marinate the skewers.
Marinated meat dry way, I taught him in the South. It's very simple for two kilograms of meat a quarter Cup of mineral water with gas (can of beer) But No More!!!!!!!!! Meat should be slightly-slightly wet. No vinegar, no wine, no lemon!!!!! Salt, a mixture of herbs and peppers for barbecue, from the store, or from the market (I collect it to taste, but this is the secret of the company). Onion. In a pan put a layer of onions, meat, spices, onions again, meat, etc. for 30 minutes under pressure. Then we remove the load and another half or two hours marinate, stirring every twenty minutes. Pretho Of Appea!!!
To seven the evening came Stas, has brought young potatoes, greens, radishes, cucumbers, tomatoes all with a kitchen – its. And a bottle of muddy moonshine.
– Also your mother yesterday kicked out, he hungrily licked his lips.
- I'm not drinking that shit. – I refused. – The last time the tractor you bought, now you give me something wtewael not…
– As you want, then what can we drink?
- Let's go to the gas station for coke, drive. Your "the river", I thought. And leave him to me, at night it will take Lenka. I don't want to drive drunk.
- A on the bike normally!? He grunted with a taunt.
- So he have you with a cradle, and without numbers, Yes still and all the cops know, that your – for good reason not touched.
- Also true. – Thinking, said Stas. - Let's go to Tolik tomorrow, it is our district police officer. We'll drink vodka and introduce you. It here first people, even the President is afraid. But the normal man, my friend, we with it in one class studied.
– Okay.
With that, I walked over to his motorcycle, pulled back the kick starter, started the crackling engine.
Returning, found Masha sitting at a table in the garden near the grill. She cut vegetables into a plate, there was a second one with washed greens.
I ran into the house and brought two bottles of Henesi, a bottle of black label and glasses in Cup holders.
- Soviet-style party! – with a straight face said Stas. – Stylish, Creative.
- You better understand! I said. – you are only had, what is to be born.
– Oh-Oh-Oh! And you remember Stalin.
– Do you know how my legs ached the forty-first?...
What are you talking about? In which the forty-first? – his face showed confusion and surprise.
–Scary...my legs ached the forty-first, had to buy forty-third. I laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.
– The USSR can peserico?
– Now, pour. Where's your cloudy?
"Here," he pulled from his pocket a bottle, you're not wanted.
- I don't want to now. The cocktail we are going to do "blood gelding," and put on the table a jar of tomato juice.
It's all put down the tomato juice and top with a razor knife not a mixing vodka, (or in our case SAM).
Drunk.
Went looking for firewood, I began to ignite the grill.
Lyosha!!!
Yes, Mashun.
– Maybe bath – sink?
– Not small. - This is already Stas with another armful of wood, - there wash need to, clean up all.
Okay, that's me quickly. - Told, small, and very pity looked it up on me. – Uncle Lesha, well, pozaulusta.
- Okay, bucket and rag in the dressing room, in the corner.
– I'll be right back.
– Stas, go water tank feed shower and let poured.
- That you – - He in hearts seems to have given up hand and went to well.
Stas, what are you doing? He himself said "to bone" Alenka, "to bone". I shouted after him.
What about the bathhouse? He asked, coming to me with two buckets of water.
- Who's making cold fries? And the bathhouse will warm up.
He did not say anything, only began to cry, turned around and went hard to the bath.
The grill flared up, it was not necessary to control. And I went to the house for clean sheets. Returning, has combined their on the table in the dressing room. Masha was already gomila and set to steam. Then he went to the woodshed and began to melt the heater. At this time, the street heard the voice of Alena:
- People, is anyone home?
I ran out. She was standing at the open gate.
In a simple light calico dress light brown sandals thrown over his hand jacket. Such a small, delicate, with easy smile on sharp-nosed little face.
My heart was racing at full speed with the formula one engine. I experienced similar feelings ten years ago in the ninth grade on the first date.
"God, what is this girl doing to me? What's happening? What to do and how to be? I've only known her for half a day. Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah". - All these thoughts swirled in my head at the speed of my own heartbeat.
This silent scene lasted a few milliseconds, which seemed like an eternity.
Naked to the waist, I darted to the tree on which hung my shirt. Put it on, quickly buttoning and headed to the gate. Two steps from Alena I stopped, bowed my head and said:
- Mademoiselle, I am pleased to welcome you to our gala evening dedicated to the happy acquaintance of our company with you! – took two steps towards her, framed elbow, for which she immediately took me and we went into the depths of the garden to the table.
By staying at the table, I motioned for her to sit down.
- Whiskey and coke, Mademoiselle?
– Yes sir!
I opened a bottle of "Label" poured into a glass of 1/3 whiskey and topped Cola on the rim, cut off a slice of lemon, hung it on the edge of the glass and put a straw in it. He poured himself a glass of cognac on 2 fingers.
– Lena, and how all the same correctly reads your name.
– Passport, I'm Alena, friends call Lena, mother Aley, dad leney or Lesco. She looked me in the eye and said, " you can call me whatever you like."
– Sort out. - We clocked the edges of glasses, drank.
Came out of the bath Maria, with bucket and rag in hand.
- Lesha, everything is ready. And bath have you a cool, only flooded and already feel hot. Alex! - She tugged at my shoulder.
Yeah, I hear you. - I said, taking my eyes off Lenka. - Yes, Lenka, I'll call you Lenka.
– Alex, what are you doing? Masha again.
Alena suddenly leaping loudly and laughed.
I didn't understand what it was. Gathered attention in his fist, turned and walked to the barn for firewood. On the way back we notice the introduction of Stas, he said something to the girls, they answered loudly giggled.
Threw wood in the stove, looked in the steam room, however, the heat is already-65 degrees on the thermometer. Spat on stones, there is no-they still cold.
– The process has begun! - I shouted, coming out of the bath. - Half an hour, another tab of firewood and you can break in.
- Well, then come to us. - Alenka waved her hand to me.
I walked up to him. Stas took over the duties of a bartender. Gave me a glass of "Bloody gelding" and with the manners of penalty, the juice with dregs in half. I put him aside, took a half-drunk cognac.
- I'm not a gelding to drink. I said and looked at Stas.
– Well, so and so... – he grunted and turned away.
"Hey, brother," I took him aside. - Alena is my woman, got it.
I said it in such a calm voice with a hint of Arctic cold that Stas shrugged.
- OK, me on-'t care, wanted to, of course, but... quietly.
- Well, that's settled. Now let's go see the girls. I grabbed his elbow and led him to the table. - The coals are ready, it's time to charge the barbecue.
Took a skewer and began to put the meat on it. The first batch of barbecue came at the moment when Stas came back from the bath and said that it is also ready.
That's great. I replied. now to eat and try out.
I moved from pure cognac to cognac with Cola, muck rare, especially when the cognac is good, but it is drunk not so fast and knocks down less.
- The first one is hard. So let us take it upon ourselves. – Said Stas.
Yeah, sure. – Said Masha.
I'll take a bath do not want – Said Alenka.
– How is it? – Stas was surprised, for you with Masha her and drowned.
- Clean sheets, towels, everything. – I added. – Alena, refuse nothing. You go in, you don't pull your ears out.
– Not want.
- No trial. – With these words, Stas picked up with fingers a cucumber, clinked glasses with everyone and knocked over half a glass of Moonshine in his mouth. - Okay! Drove Lichens!
That's great! Undressed in the dressing room, the steam room included: hot, on the thermometer 125. First, on the bottom shelf to warm up, so as not to tear the body he's still under alcohol. Five minutes and a second regiment. From the tank on the stove in a bowl poured boiling water, steamed the twigs of the oak itself and Stas, birch – girls. Five minutes on the second shelf, time for the Park. Five more minutes is enough for the first time. I jumped out of the steam room and a bucket of icy well water was thrown out on me.
When the cloud of steam melted, I stood in the pose of a football player in the wall. And in the doorway of the anteroom sat the girls and roared with laughter.
Ha ha ha! You saw his face Lenka.
- Yeah, Jim Carrey's resting. Hee hee hee.
I closed the door with my foot, grabbed the sheet and wrapped it. From the door to the steam room stuck his head out of the Stas.
What was that? – Asked the head of Stas.
What a joke! Don't worry.
As soon as Stas was completely out of steam I sharp movement opened the door to the street. And jumped to the side, and he threw the second bucket.
- B-b-b-b-l-l-l-b-fucking-a-a-a-a-hell! Kill-u-u-u... – Shouted it, and was about to take off on the street, but apparently realized that in this form this is not worth it and also grabbed the sheets.
Approach the table. Stas poured himself half a glass, I picked up his unfinished brandy and coke, Mary because of his youth drank just Coca-Cola, Alena on the bottom was whiskey and coke. Crazy, drunk.
Can I try? – Alena pushed the glass across the Desk to me. – Yum-yum.
I mixed her another batch.
Lyosha, we'll get a guitar off the wall? - asked Masha.
Here man ought to know better.
- Really, Lech, play. It's Stas.
- Wagon disputes the last business when there is nothing more to drink... – I waved Away and went to fry the following portion of a shish kebab.
– Where's the guitar? – suddenly got into a conversation Lena.
- In the house, above my bed. Bring Stas. - I said, - I'll play now.
No guessing when the guitar appeared at the table, it took Alain.
And her voice was gentle velvet with a large range. I swam again. A dream, not a girl.
Then the guitar was passed to me, and Masha said go to the bath.
And went. Five minutes later, her head and shoulders showed up on the street and she screamed.:
– Lena, let's go!
In the answer Lena shook a head.
- Stas, then-you, popar me a broom. One really does.
Stas went to it.
And I sat down to Alena and in a quiet voice sang an old song that I heard back in school in the camps:
"I get down on my knees,
For my stupid question – sorry.
But I'm always amazed.
What you could find in me…»
I was singing and looking into her eyes, and she was looking at me. Then she just leaned over and kissed me. I answered. And more in the evening, we did not deviate from each other.
I was carrying some nonsense about love, singing romantic songs. She poked her nose into my ear, whispered something, bit my earlobe. Then we kissed and couldn't get away from each other. Drank brotherhood, again kissed. Then she sang, and all this was repeated many, many times.
Stas and Masha sat opposite, somehow taking part in our dialogue, but for us it was not. We were in our own little world. There was a whole world separated by a membrane. He saw us, felt us, heard us, and we saw and heard only each other.
When it got dark, Stas lit the fire, and I And Lenka went out of the gate looking at the stars, I held her back by the shoulders, pointing. Tried to recall, and after all was hard not to recall course astronomy and found we not only Venus and greater and a small dipper, and still "Northern crown", "Cassiopeia", and "volopas." Then I threw my jacket over her shoulders, and we kissed under this bottomless summer sky. Came Stas, said? that they leave. I stretched out his hand, opening his eyes and without removing his lips, he shrugged and left. And nothing has changed. She snuggled up to me, and we continued kissing.
Then we returned to the burning fire, I threw the wood. It's warmer. But I still ran into the house and brought a big blanket, which we wrapped up.
I began to tell about myself, about how fate accidentally brought me to this village. And then I realized she was sleeping on my shoulder.
Sleeping like a baby, quiet, quiet snoring, and sleep her I didn't want to disturb.
I fought myself for a long time. But, in the end, still took her in his arms very, very carefully, moved her to the bed, covered with a blanket. And he sat down in the chair and looked at her such a pretty, delicate and beautiful face in the moonlight... looked and could not tear myself away until I fell asleep.
In the morning I woke up from the strong aroma of coffee, which was carried around the house. He opened his eyes and saw Alena standing in front of me in my shirt, with her wet hair. In the hands of it was a tray, on which stood two a Cup of coffee, and a plate with cookies.
– Good morning, Alex. She whispered between her lips.
Put diarrhea on the table between the chair and the bed. Gracefully curving, she kissed me.
- Good morning! - I said, pulled her to me and sat on my knees.
We kissed. She gave me a Cup of strong aromatic coffee.
I took a SIP, a hot thick drink flowed into the stomach, distributing a charge of vivacity throughout the body.
- Laziness, you're so beautiful when you sleep. "I said," I would have admired it all my life."
She gagged me with a kiss. And said.
- I am a very active person, and I do not want to sleep all my life.
– What do you want? I asked.
– I want you! With that, she stood up, unbuttoned her shirt and threw it off.
Naked she looked even better than in clothes. Divinely smooth skin, elastic standing Breasts with protruding nipples, a neat triangle of light pubic hair.
I finished my coffee, put the Cup on the tray. Stood up, kissed his sister, picked her up and laid her on the bed. Quickly undressed and jumped into to it in bed.
We kissed, I gently massaged her pussy, she podrachivala my cock, then I began to kiss her neck, chest, slowly going down to the Tits. Began to suck her left nipple, then right, tugged at their tongue. Then he started to go down the navel, licked it. Continued to lay the tongue way to her vagina. When he reached the pubic area – jumped below, began to kiss her thighs. Rose up, kissed her swollen labia, penetrated between the tongue, began to look for the clitoris. I've found it. And began to pull at it, causing a shiver in the body of Alena. The first notes of the Symphony of an orgasm sounded in her body. Lenka groaned. But I gently entered her pussy the middle finger.
Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I gave it up. We kissed. She pushed me and turned me on my back. Sat on my feet, bent down and took my penis in her mouth. She sucked divinely, then gently licked the head, then deep down to the throat sucked all the cock, caressed the language of the egg. I was breathing. Then whispered:
– Be enough.
She got on all fours, crawled forward and sat on my cock, and began to slowly move up and down on it. Her Breasts swayed smoothly, I took my hands and began to crumple them. Ten minutes later we came almost at the same time, she was a little earlier.
After resting a bit we continued on. I put her legs on his shoulders, put a member in the bosom, took a very fast pace, she first moaned slightly, then louder and louder, in the end, went to the cry, and I did not stop until he had finished, very rapidly pouring sperm on her chest and face.
That day I did not fulfill any order, because I could not get out of bed…