The road from Vladimir to Taganrog seemed nicer and easier to me than on the reverse. Still home to the warm sea.
A thousand miles for a new car is not a hook. But still more than 1200 kilometers behind the wheel all alone hard and boring.
Three together with two engineers from BERIEV design Bureau went on a business trip. One of them Stas Luhova I knew at the Institute, together of orienteering involved. And then often at various gatherings of bard songs overlap. With Oleg Yarov met before leaving the meeting at the main.
I offered them to go in my car, which I took a week before. I wanted to break in faster.
Gasoline and thrown off the road. No trains, trains, transfers in Rostov. In the morning we leave, in the morning of the next day – we will be in place, not late at night.
But back then, they left in two days, and I had to stay as much as two weeks.
Left Vladimir at seven in the morning. At the entrance Orekhovo-Zuyevo stopped at a cafe to eat and relax.
At the next table were two girls.
– Stupid me, Mary, what you listen to. I from here to Rostov without money will never reach. - Quite loudly and with resentment reprimanded one the other.
- Light, calm down, people hitchhiking entire Russia passed.
I'm calm. But I'm a little scared.
I finished my coffee, got up from the table, went up to them.
- Sorry, I overheard you talking. I'm going to Taganrog, I can drive to Rostov.
– How much? - Asked the kind, that judging by conversation a World.
– In terms of? I was surprised.
- How much money will you take?
Ugh, man. I spat picturesquely. – Well I humanly want to help, agree.
- Then I'm in when we go?
Finish your coffee. I'll just have a smoke and wait for you at the entrance.
- By the way I World, and this my girlfriend Masha.
- I somehow guessed from the conversation. I'm Victor.
– Very pleasant. – In one voice said my new friends.
– Me too. - With these words I turned around and went outside.
Five minutes from the cafe came out of the girl, and ten silver Octavia jumped on the highway M7 "Volga" cheerfully and confidently picking up speed. Now the road went more fun. Of light proved sociable, fun-loving, and highly interesting interlocutor.
By seven o'clock in the evening passed Voronezh. In the New Uthman I offered to stop for dinner.
- Back tired? - Svetlana asked, having seen how I on stiff legs get out of the car.
- The car is new, I never adjusted the seat. Numbs the body.
- Do you want a massage?
- Then, now went, have a snack. But, after a couple of steps, I realized that I can't move. - Fuck!
I just squatted down and couldn't get up anymore.
- You what? - She jumped me!
- I think you're fucked ... open the trunk! - I pressed the button on the key FOB. - Fold the back seats.
– Now.
And I just fell on the pavement with his back and groaned.
- Done! Hey, what are you doing? - Sveta ran up to me.
–Already good. - I tried to roll over and stand up. It was difficult.
My companion helped me to get to the car. And then I just dove in the trunk, lounging on a level floor.
- "I was right to take the hatchback." Thought to me.
– Victor, I'm in the pharmacy run and come back.
- Give money?
- Don't, I have there is a bit, should have to. In the meantime, try undressing.
I clawed hands into the backs of the front seats and pulled myself into the cabin completely, and then the Light closed the trunk.
Each movement was given with great difficulty and responded with hellish pain in the lower back. But still I managed to take off my shirt and unbutton my trousers.
Light appeared twenty minutes later.
I bought this. - She showed me an orange tube. - Don't worry, I finished my massage.
- Erotic? I was joking.
- And his, too,, but now you therapeutic need. It's good that you're joking.
- Only laughing hurts.
– Be patient Cossack chieftain will!
- I can't stand it.…
There is Light pressure on my lower back, something snapped. I had a cramp. And then everything went, well, or almost passed.
Without the Mat? - My Savior was amazed. Now more muscle, and you'll be like new.
– Abruptly. What was that?
- It's your spinal disc. She said, running her hands along my spine, flexing my stiff muscles.
I just moaned softly with delight.
- Done, or you'll fall asleep on occasion. – Ten minutes later, declared Svetlana.
- Thanks. With a sigh of relief I exhaled when lifting.
- Where? - And I was pinned down. You're warm. What are you covered with?
-There was a sleeping bag somewhere.
- I'll cover you and don't move for half an hour.
During this time, my companion, taking the truth of my money, went to a nearby cafe, where I bought takeaway.
– You can stand up, – said I, – it's time to eat.
- Let's not go to eat now.
- Where? You can't sit now, we'll go tomorrow morning.
– I understand. There are ten kilometers place great is the type of Parking. And I don't have much petrol, I need to refuel.
– Persuaded.
Fifteen minutes later I stopped the car on the shore CAMLICA.
It was a warm July evening. The sun was setting in the field behind the river. We sat on a sleeping bag spread out on the grass, and ate a standard dinner from a roadside cafe: barbecue with salad and washed it all with orange juice.
It's beautiful. It's romantic. – After swallowing the last piece of kebab, said Light.
- Yes, in General, not bad. When I studied at the Institute here often with the guys, traveled with tents.
– What have you done?
- Voronezh Polytechnic University. avionics.
– Cool! What do you do in Taganrog?
– Work.
– Where?
-Have you heard anything about seaplanes?
- That's what fires are.
– You're about the be-200 probably. Almost got it. Only these are the planes that take off from the water and from conventional airfields.
- What kind of name is a nasty " B."
- As well as all in Soviet years on the first letters of a surname of the chief designer Georgy Beriev.
– Clearly. How are we going to sleep?
I do not have thought... – I thought. – the trunk is large, just go around, will lay a sleeping bag.
- Just around? She looked at me and somehow eyes narrowed shrewdly.
- Just around, I'm tired and my back hurts.
- What about erotic massage?
If only the Erotic. Persuaded.
- Then just relax and enjoy yourself.
Get the car. We'll relax, and then I won't be able to move again.
After a couple of minutes I was lying in the trunk completely naked, and the Light rubbed his chest on my cock.
– You have such a big one. – With a little surprise and, as I thought, the fright she said.
- Years twelve ago was almost twenty-two centimeters. Now I do not know.
Then she licked my nipple, crawled to the bottom. Got the tongue to the umbilical cord that almost brought up first that night of the orgasm. When he reached the crotch, she took the penis with both hands and began... no, not to masturbate, but as if to squeeze it, twisting around its own axis. Then she took the eggs, and began to roll them in his gentle palm. For those inclined his head, and gently licked the scrotum. Again and again. And then she kissed her and pulled both my testicles into her mouth. And they are there to drive the language. And at this point, my hard to the limit member, it seemed to me, exploded, throwing out a few liters of sperm. And at the same time it detonated my brain crazy with fireworks of orgasm.
I was sweating cold, I think I even fainted for a while. And opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of Svetlana.
- Uh-gay, V-I-I-I-a, how are you?
– Fuck... – the Voice that I said it was unfamiliar. After coughing, I added – what was it?
- So small things. A tenth of all my abilities and a hundredth of your abilities. – With these words she gently slipped one of my hand behind me, and the second gently pressed on the perineum in the prostate area. And lo and behold ... I'm up again.
Let's continue. – With these words she sat down on top of me and started to go around my rampant stallion.
And then we went swimming in the moonlight and "loved" each other again in the water.
Went to bed late. I slept badly, tossing and turning. Half asleep I caught myself on the fact that the whole Light in the cheek, neck, lips.
Waking up with the first rays of the sun, got out of the car and went to wash. Ran to the neighboring village for fresh milk and fresh eggs bacon and potatoes on a fire with the help of improvised built of this marching Breakfast.
And by the time my companion woke up, he had set the table.…
... At nineteen thirty-seven, silver Skoda "Octavia" entered the courtyard of the five-story building on Filimonovskaya street.
Well, I'm home – with a smile said the girl sitting to the right of the driver. - Thanks for the ride. Fun time conducted.
- This is you thank you for back! Here's my card if you need anything. And come, wait by the sea. – Nodded the driver, pulling from his inside pocket a purse.