mysterious. “Read it in the room,” she said. I hid the note in my pocket. What would that mean? I was at a loss. After lunch, it was necessary to lie in air-conditioned rooms, it was still hot in the “yard” during the day. “Come at one o’clock in the morning to our place on the beach,” was written in a note. Really? Does Vicochka give me a date? This is the last night…
In the evening at a concert of local amateur performance I sat next to Vika, although the place with Alla was also free and it would be more convenient to sit there. I moved in Vick and began to stroke her hand unnoticed. “Not now,” the girl whispered to me and moved away a little. Well, not now, not right now. I hardly found the night. He shaved, put on weight, put on his dress shirt. I took a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers. “Our” place on the beach was a little away from the main, there were fewer people, in the afternoon. At night the place was completely deserted and dark. The sandy beach and the sea are illuminated only by a muted moonlight. The waves roll unhurriedly to the shore, there are no other sounds. I sat down on the sand, opened the bottle, poured the wine over the glasses and waited.
The clock was already half past one, when I heard a cry: “Vitalik!” The sound came from the blackness, from the sea. I looked, apparently there was nothing at all. – “Vika, you?” – “I!” I threw a shirt and jeans on the sand and jumped into the sea. “Vika, where are you?” “I’m here.” I swam to the sound. The anticipation of seeing a naked (almost) female body next to me on this black night stirred me. It seemed that I could now swim this sea from end to end. And so I saw her. She swam by and by. I rushed to Vick. She saw me, “rushed” napeyk, decided to play catch-up. Vika and Alla swam well, I was already convinced of this. But I was also a good swimmer. Lowering his head into the water, I powerfully earned my hands and feet, sending the body for the fugitive. Soon I began to overtake it. Here are her heels, very close. Touch, yet, but no, she’s not going to give up. The race continues. But my masculine pride was already touched. Some girl “makes” me like a kid. I turned on the maximum speed. For some time our pursuit continued until I grabbed her ankle. Still sailing after Vika, I noticed some absurdity in her appearance, but did not attach any importance to it. And now, grabbing Vika by the leg, I was face to face with… Alla.
– “Alla, how did you get here?” – “Bathed.” – “And where is Vika?” – “And Vika is at home, asleep.” Pause. We must return to shore. “We must return to shore,” I say. “Yes, let’s go back,” says Alla. And where is the shore? The lights of the shore were far behind. We swim to them. We sail slowly, there is nowhere to hurry. Alla sails nearby, breathes heavily, is tired. “Are you okay?” I ask. “Yes, I’m tired a little, I’m so swimming,” she grins. I look closely to Alla from the corner of my eye. A young woman in her prime. She’s pretty. And it seems that I fell in love, once I lied to a date, at night, at sea. She has a narrow waist, an appetizing ass, and how she makes legs in the style of a frog. How her legs are sexually pushed … “Vitalik, I’m tired,” she says. “Let me take you in tow,” I say, “lie on your back, I’ll pick you up from below.” I lay down on my back, crawling under Alla, taking her by the armpits and trying to swim. But you will not swim so far. From such proximity of our bodies, I immediately have an erection and Alla surely feels it. And it’s so uncomfortable to swim. Let’s try differently. Alla gets on my back, clasping my neck. We almost drown. And the shore is still far away. We swam again nearby. Our bodies are so close. Also it would be desirable to swim and swim with it eternally, let the shore and does not come nearer.
Here is the shore, I get up, water to my neck. Alla tries to get up, but dips her head. I grab her by the arms. We cling to each other. Our lips also unite. From such a deep kiss, I feel dizzy, I lose my balance and we are again under water. Well, where is the bottom? I stand on the chest in the water, almost no forces. And Alla seems to be as cheerful as before. She suddenly dives and what I feel… She pulls off my swimming trunks under the water. I stayed naked, my cock feels some kind of touch, whether it’s hands, or it’s lips. My Apollo, unlike me, seems not at all tired. He is vigorous and energetic. Lasky continues, then Alla emerges. Now I’m diving. I grab her round ass with my hands, slip my thumbs under the narrow strip of panties and pull them down. Alla raises one leg, then the second, helping to remove this strip of matter that interferes with us. I do not have the strength to stay under water for long, so I come up. Then I take off my bra from Alla. Let him swim after his panties in free swimming. We do not need them anymore. From the bra on Alla’s chest was a white trail, which contrasts sharply with the swarthy skin of the rest of the body. I caress the breasts, the nipples. Then I put my hand to Alla’s groin and stroked it. I remember how Alla was sexually swimming with a breaststroke and I ask you to repeat that swim in my hand. She lays her belly on my left arm and swims along the frogs. I touch the perineum with my right hand and move it to the rhythm of the naked swimmer’s movements. The middle finger of my hand settled comfortably in the crevice of its main female place. And the thumb is pressed to the anus. Both fingers gradually, slowly and gently enter her body. “Do you like it?” I ask. – “Highly”. I want something more. I turn Alla on her back, now she sails on her back. And he floats his legs wide to meet me. I plunge headlong into the pool of Alla’s womb. The tongue feels salt. This is whether sea salt, or the salt of my woman’s desire. Lana Alla was completely ready to receive Apollo. Where I decided to send it. I almost went into the woman when Alla prayed: “Do not, sweet, suddenly something will get inside.” Indeed, in the female body could get and algae and turbidity from the bottom, raised by our feet. We went ashore. It was a dark night. We were absolutely naked, our bathing suits took the sea. I pulled him to lie down. We lay down, but it turned out to be a bad idea, everywhere there was sand. And our bodies, especially my woman, were not ready for his reception. We just lay and kissed. But the sand has already reached and to the lips and to the teeth. And something became cool. South, but still night.
Having found the clothes on the dark beach with difficulty, we returned to the hotel. We went to my room, there’s no one to stop us. The first thing was to wash off the salt and sand from our bodies. We took a sip of wine right from the neck of the bottle seized from the beach. And went to the bathroom. As a cavalier, I gave way to Alla’s shower. She was standing under the shower, closing her eyes and legs slightly apart, and I was washing her body. Drops of water flowed down, washing away the sand, along her beautiful tanned figure. Alla was half a head below me. She had a narrow waist, not very wide hips, not small, but not very large breasts. Naughty gray eyes and a short haircut of blond hair made her look like a girl. Then Alla helped me wash, pleasantly touching my tender fingers to my testicles and Apollo. Drying it dry, we left the bathroom. I drew her to me and pulled her onto the bed. “Wait,” said Alla. She turned on all the lights in the room and came close to me. Strictly looking into my eyes, she asked: “Do you want to be my slave?” “I want”, – I quickly answered. “You will be my slave.” And I will be your queen. " “Sea Queen,” I added. “All right, sea.” “Slave,” ordered the Queen, “bring me belts or ropes, I’ll tie you to the bed.” I brought belts from trousers and bags. My bed in the room was the size of a small airfield. The backs of her were recruited with metal decorative tubes, for which I was tied. I was lying on my back, and Alla crawled over me naked and somehow managed me too fast. When she finished with me, she picked up one of the remaining straps and said sternly: “Listen, slave. You must obey your queen in everything (and try not to obey when completely connected). The main rule is that your Apollo is always in combat condition. “And she held a strap around my penis. “And still you will be punished,” said the Sea Queen, “my punishment will be cruel.” You will learn about it later. “The tip of the belt she went through my whole body. “Well, are you ready, slave?” – “Ready, my lady.” His fondness for the Queen began with the caresses of Apollo. She slowly began to hold her tongue up to it. When she reached the top, she made a circular motion and drowned Apollo’s head in her mouth. Then she took my
