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Old story, but the memory still stands today. Island. I was seventeen years old, silly, studied at the 1- meter course.
The girl I was, classmate. Trained with her for seven times a day wherever possible and impossible.
Raskochegarilsya I complete, and then she goes on summer vacation in his native northern foothills of the Caucasus Mountains.
I was left alone in a mournful contemplation of their unclaimed opportunities. Sleep lost, but if you sleep, I had nightmares like the above in a previous post. The women something I liked, I know. Why? Nature does not offend me, in those years I was a master at the Leningrad " Stormy Petrel" ( class " A" ) striker, volleyball.
But to the female sex on the street to go was not trained. The words stuck in my throat, and except for something similar to mu- mu is not forcing itself. Friends of sympathy offered to represent the deaf- mute and crippled to get a chest poster content thereof ( not a secret, women are susceptible to disabilities) , but it did not fit into my early ethical representation. Institute girls openly flirted with me, but I was afraid of provocations.
I valued his girlfriend, then eventually we got married.
Not about this now. Since I could lose sleep and a place in the team, boiled x- p to play.
And I went to a nerve doctor for treatment. Im sitting in the queue, some of Grandma around, not on who look unstoppable.
Embarrassing. With them, the white dandelions that you take, and I, seventeen- year stallion, already Here, as they are crazy. Though run out.
Its painful. The door swung open noisily, and from there . . .
Mamma Mia! Here is an exclusive! No, Sophia Loren to her far. The one on the screen, but this - this is live, at a distance of hands.
Same slanted almond- gray eyes and nose with a light uo. Ay aquiline, the same black and red hair. Everything was close to this super- star. Blouse flatly refused to accommodate a ripe melon breasts, brown, leering mounds surrounding the nipples through the transparent fabric.
Skirt . . . she was ready to burst on its own and without my sight. I froze, unable to tear his eyes and put out the fire engulfed.
She gave the doctor some recent angry words, indifferent fastidiously looked about the place and stopped for a moment on me. I lost my breath.
I caught a shadow of a smile of encouragement ( can not be " thought" Oh, no, for sure! ) , And she quickly walked, rather, ran to the stairs to the exit. How wonderful it trembled on her shoulders colored hair, as they were too tight on her tight panties, frankly push the body through the thin fabric. Do you think there is a laundry that used entirely to retain the luxury of these forms, heavily flowing under vain guarding their mothers?
I showered the wind, filled with some unheard, not yet invented perfume, spring birch forest, and I do not mind submitting to a rose.
I watched her rapidly receding narrow back, amazingly thin waist and chiseled calves, one of which was blue small mole. Without giving a report, I walked after him. I forgot about the queue. I walked, head down and greedily snyuhival train her in the hallway smell like scurvy dog covered in estrus bitch, is not at all, and not thinking what will happen next.
She disappeared for some, I did not have time to notice the door, and Im at a loss stopped. I looked around. Old women followed me derisively.
A sort of screeched that I am summoned. Oh, how I envied that frail pimply kid- neurologist, his hands still exuded its magical vibes.
And this type, no doubt, the recent troechnik, sends me to a procedure called " circular shower. I will not trouble the reader with a description of this installation torture, I hope all is known, will only say that I felt for her sense of deep disgust.
Moreover, every time that I had to pull out from under the bottom of the moonshine a wooden stand for midgets, and a piece of wood without a fight did not give up, so meddama retirement age in a white coat irritation spent coaching, and I was standing with his back to her immodest pose, hopelessly trying to execute it.
Then the reference station voice, she published a command like: " Ill not try to hide, not the bath, and Im a health worker. Do not stand still, turn around . . . " and more something about the active points. She knew she would, by that period they all pathologically lowered down the stomach, and of the consequences. Fortunately, the old womans cries, like a whip, cooled who tried to rebel flesh. Moreover, a close dressing room at the entrance was common with women, and this is probably the most painful ordeal.
Peasants there I have never met, but those wrinkled lady stared at me intently, almost in his eyeglass without any apparent embarrassment as rare by sex and age of the instance types of homo sapiens, but no, more like a kind of fossil reptiles. Sometimes I hear: " Look at him, so young, little boy, and now . . . what is happening now, where taxiing?
Ai- ya- yay . . . " Then the dressing- room split in two, and I mentally relieved, sat alone in the mens bunker waiting for the signal at the entrance.
Enter supposed naked. Desk old woman was located opposite the side door, and from the left stretched the rubber track to the above- mentioned machines of torture. Thank God it was my last procedure.
The old woman stuck her head out the door and shouted shrilly: " Men still have? For you not to take! " And then there came the long- awaited final flourish - a call to the entrance. I pushed the door and stepped over the wet threshold. Just hearing the cry of old: " Ill, Im not aroused, I looked up and saw . . . Back to me in just a few steps away stood a naked woman.
That is, absolutely naked.
Moreover, she unsuccessfully tried to perform my designated thankless job - to extract from the rusty iron that same damn cradle. Her body bent to the floor, chest quivered from unsuccessful jerks.
Arc welding blinded wet buttocks with a narrow triangle of pristine sun- skin, traces of red, neatly trimmed beard between them and the place, who were appointed by her to cover up and lower turned calf, a familiar mole. I blinked, and then in a fog.
The woman turned around. She looked not me below, gasped, straightened up and walked quickly, yes, yes, meet, and where did she had to go, as not to yield. She pressed the top of the heap, the marble flesh that seeped through the treacherous thin spreading fingers with a sleek nails, and I can not imagine what to do, where to go, froze, covering her hands wrinkled from shame wretched body, I could not tear his eyes from her body. She walked through the narrow rubber track for the door, without raising her eyes, her nostrils flared, and a meter away from me, she threw her in the face of such angry, withering glance, which I so little, felt a thorough scoundrel, and in great confusion stepped on the cold tile sex.
Oh, that smell! An incredible effort, I restrained myself to not look back. And then on the back lashed old cry: " Where are you rushing the patient, Im not aroused. But once climbed, do not stand there like a statue, go through the procedure! " Huddled and continuing to cover the shame, I stood under the hot jet. On the stand, which she never managed to pull out.
Now my heel is covered by prints of her feet, the jet hit in its most active point, and they have me around. I closed my eyes caught the magical vibes . . . obsession with her body close, I could clearly see it in the same fixed stare pose. From a distance, through a veil of water jets, and the whistle I hear the familiar command: " The patients turning! Keep your hands! Do not close the active zone, as you repeat the same thing!
This is not the bath! In the end, I - health worker! " These phrases suddenly turn into another, perverse, lascivious sense.
Excellent - you are a health worker, I - psihbolnoy. With such demand there are not angry with me, the old, if that is not so. I completely gave sensations.
I clearly saw before him . . .
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