Once we rested in Yalta with mom, dad and my darling. I was only 16 years old. Our family was, as they say, intelligent, my Vadik was in good standing - he didn’t allow himself anything "like that", he treated me gently and delicately, and until the moment I want to tell about, we had rather affectionate friendship. We kissed, putting in kisses rather tenderness and trust than sexuality. Anyway, I smile .
One day my mother left with a large excursion group for two days. The classic situation is: “there is no dad-mom at home - there is no one to be afraid of”. I waited for this day with some kind of indistinct sweet fear, not having any “concrete plans”, but vaguely feeling the disturbing danger of the situation. Vadik did not show himself anything, and, perhaps - if it were not for accident, everything would flow as usual.
We lived in an old house in the center of Yalta, our windows opened onto the courtyard, and the door to the gallery-veranda.
And the people in Yalta, I must say, are very relaxed: in the holiday season, people walk around the city in swimming trunks and bikinis, or in tops with translucent nipples, or in blouses, tied to bare breasts, without embarrassment. Or kiss passionately with gurgling and moans under a palm tree on Nabka smile . I, shy daughter of scientists, at first began to crimson at one thought, walk in front of everyone in a bikini ... but the heat did its job, and on the third day I went to the beach in full uniform, and went back around the city in swimming trunks and bathing suit, bastard from his own courage and secretly looking at Vadik: is he shocked? And Vadik, as a sign of support, also went home in some swimming trunks.
I think “something like that” visited his poor head already then. Upon returning home, my mother looked at us, happy beach beauties, quite obliquely, but according to her intellectual habit she didn’t say anything, and I had a secret aching feeling of erotic hooliganism.
... I was distracted. So, the people in Yalta were brave, and that memorable morning, when I woke up with a vague feeling of sweet danger (“something will be”), I got out of bed and, stretching, went up to the veranda. Vadik already woke up, and my mother left early in the morning (I slept, as usual on vacation, all the time - until 10.00). I went out onto the veranda - and my heart did not deceive me: I caught the picture, from which a feeling of sweet danger embraced me with new force. On the contrary, our neighbor in the courtyard, a girl of 19, was sunbathing, substituting her bare breasts for the evil Yalta sun. However, after a few minutes she got up (the sun was baking) and began to collect the linen hung on the veranda, without even thinking to hide her chest from others' views.
Next to the window, I saw the look of Vadim, looking exactly there. I caught his eye, and being angry and confused at the same time (“something needs to be said to him now!”), But in his eyes I suddenly read that hidden hooliganism that I saw when returning from the beach in swimming trunks and a bathing suit. And suddenly he winked at him! And he - to me.
The girl, collecting linen, came up to us - IN THE SAME VIDEO! smile - I greeted and spoke. About some current nonsense, about the weather, about the plans for the day - as if nothing had happened! Vadik joined the conversation, who left his room. I participated in the conversation, diligently pretending that “nothing of the kind” was happening, sneaking quietly at Julina's chest — large, with protruding nipples — and jealously comparing mentally with mine.
Then, when Julia left, we were left alone with Vadik, and Vadik whispered to me:
- You have better!
I, instead of suffocating from surprise and embarrassment (well, what to do, we had such a relationship smile , only slightly reddened, and - plucked up the audacity to answer:
- How do you know? - implying (but hesitating to say) - “you have never seen it”.
“We’ll check now,” said Vadik, winking conspiratorially.
He hugged me and ... I myself did not notice how I was without a blouse. The most interesting thing was that I was not ashamed, not a bit, even though I secretly drew this moment to myself mentally this time, burning every time with shame. I was just pouring all the same sense of nagging danger and mischief. I looked at my bare chest, at Vadik, saw his excitement and delight, and I was overwhelmed with the pride of victory smile .
Then Vadik began to kiss me - differently than usual, more demanding and hot. Then he touched my chest - first with his hands, gently and tentatively, then - stronger and hotter, and then with his lips, covering my breasts with kisses and not daring to get close to the nipples. I was already melting away ... I felt like it was taking me somewhere. For some reason it sounded in my head "the fox bears me for distant forests" smile .
Then ... we started to get ready for the beach, I wanted to go out on the veranda for linen and pulled my blouse to me ... but Vadik did not let me get dressed, saying:
- E no, so we did not agree. We need to give our answer to Chamberlain.
After that, he carefully folded my blouse into a suitcase and sat on it. On the lips of Vadik the same mischievous smile was wandering.
I, of course, was outraged ... for sight smile and after 2 minutes, she was already walking about on the veranda, naked to the waist, dying away from a weary and unfamiliar feeling. I didn’t collect lingerie so much (although I tried to concentrate), as I watched with “side vision” —do anyone see? And when she saw physiognomies in the windows - there were also men among them - with double diligence she began to collect clothes smile . My nipples hardened and rose. The back of my head all the time I felt the gaze of Vadik.
I did not want to leave the veranda. I wrapped a towel around my hips and, surprised at my own audacity, asked Vadim to take a picture of me on the veranda. Vadik with great diligence performed the assignment, removing me from all angles (and even my chest close-up). I baldela and melted.
Then, when I went to him - I saw paints and brushes on the bed. Vadik is an artist, and often takes a sketchbook with him on walks, but now I am startled feeling a trick.
And Vadik already stood ready with a brush and paint.
“We don’t need a blouse today,” says this modest son of the art historian (and in the eyes of imps), “we compensate for her absence with art means.”
- you what? like this? - but my heart pounded with crazy mischief, and Vadik had already touched the brush of my chest, painting her bottom in blue. A terrible, ridiculous idea that you can’t put anything on the painted chest - it gets dirty ... but I don’t protest too actively, but just hold Vadik’s hand, and he says не don’t interfere with the creative process and continues to paint my breasts. He is still embarrassed to touch the nipples, but I understand that sooner or later this will happen. And this really want smile I'm starting to carry some kind of nonsense, and my thoughts are busy thinking - when?
And this moment comes: the chest and part of the shoulders are painted over, on me - the semblance of a bathing suit; Vadik dips his paint brush and touches my nipple. Oh, he painted him much longer than required. smile . Then - the other - and looks not at the "canvas", but in my eyes.
I was close to orgasm then. He didn’t come at that moment, but I was wet from below, like during masturbation sessions. The most amazing thing is that I kept talking all kinds of nonsense, trying to drown out the voice of the elements that were tearing me apart smile .
Then Vadik drew loops on his back and shoulders, painstakingly painted a colorful pattern for a long time ... I felt a great tenderness at the touch of his hand - and when he touched his nipples he shuddered and pretended “nothing special” smile . From time to time he kissed me - gently, shyly.
Finally, the creation was over, and I was invited to the mirror. What I saw struck me: the complete and absolute illusion of a real swimsuit! Vadik is a wizard!
I told him a bunch of sincere compliments - and stood in indecision.
And he says:
- Yes, but for the color harmony of your combination, madam, not one fashion designer will give a dead cat.
I have golden-red swimming trunks, and the swimsuit drawn by Vadik is designed in “marine” white-greenish-blue tones.
I, a kind of coquette, say: “redraw to match the swimming trunks, maestro,” but the maestro said this to what I was waiting for and afraid:
- No, art is sacred and inviolable. We will proceed easier.
With these words, he took me behind my head, began to kiss (soothingly smile , and his other hand climbed under my trunks. On the ass, of course smile - THERE, he immediately feared to climb. Again, I objected without much pressure, but under the kisses he went limp ... (a sweet thought was spinning in my head, “you have a naked chest, naked, naked, naked) ... and he, continuing to kiss me, with both hands began to slowly pull me off. I was scared to follow this process, and I gave myself up to his kisses, carefully answering them ... and for one of them I realized that I no longer have heats - they are lowered below the “worst”. I was terrified to imagine that he would tear off and LOOK, therefore I began to kiss him passionately and demandingly, “distracting” from the terrible smile . As a result, I myself was very aroused, involuntarily spread my legs, melting fell to the floor ... His hands stroked my ass and thighs, not daring to approach THERE.
Finally, he pulled away from me and watched. This time a wave of shame engulfed both of us - chaste fools. He came close to my thigh with his lips, but was shy - and reached for a brush and paints.
He made the first smear on the thighs, then he painted the ass - just as he did the first time, delaying the very thing to the last. I again "witty" talking, trying to drown out shame and arousal.
Finally everything is painted except pubis and "very-very". He sighs, touches my legs (lower! Near the knees smile gently pushes them apart and says:
- And now, a citizen model, push the legs apart.
I, answering him on autopilot some kind of “witty” nonsense, spread my legs ... dark in my head ... and he touches my pubic with a brush. I shave and draw on me comfortably smile . At the touch of a wet and cold brush, I began to wash away with waves that are well known from masturbation sessions. In addition, the draft from the window cooled the bare ass and the paint on it. The brush went down lower and lower ... I paused, clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, ordering me not to stop, no matter what.
But failed smile . As soon as he touched the lips, I squeaked - and sat down on the floor with a flourish, throwing open the “landscape” in all its glory. An orgasm mixed with wild shame shook me, probably for ages smile . Vadik, a little confused, sat down next to me on the floor, kissed me ... well, everything was mixed up in the Oblonskys' house smile
On this, my erotic adventures that day did not end, but were just beginning. I inadvertently touched Vadikov’s “friend” sticking out in swimming trunks - and Vadik’s turn came smile . Now I kissed him - naked! - and he moaned on the floor.
After that, I, of course, all crimson, pulled off the melt from Vadik and looked at the white drops on his "boyfriend." So we were on the floor - naked, ashamed and dazed smile .
Then there were a lot of gentle, shy words, confessions and compliments, and then we put ourselves in order, and Vadik drew on me melts. Naked! About sex, we were even afraid to give a hint. But the naughty little devil, who had disturbed us since the morning, did not let up, but inside me, it was not a joke that Vadik touched my lips for the second time and drew everything on them smile . Then he even sprayed me with a lacquer-fixer so that the paint would not be smeared. (The “why” thought did not occur to me).
After that, as usual, I painted Vadik in the style of “stick-stick-cucumber”, arousing in the second circle and exciting it.
But this was followed by something that I was VERY afraid of and waited for. Not offering sex, no (I was also afraid of this and wanted to smile , - and another:
- And now we go to the beach!
- What, right in this form? I asked, knowing that he meant exactly that.
“You are in that, and I will wash out and put on my clothes, of course,” said Vadik, winking at me.
This insane, completely (completely !!!) unthinkable idea just blew my roof. I started to spar with Vadik for the mind, already firmly knowing that I would go completely naked and painted across the city to the beach!
It was necessary to know me and my habits in order to understand how wild it was for me.
And yet! While Vadik was washing, I looked at myself in the mirror with a pounding heart, found Vadik's work amazing (I think I was not mistaken), and I was quick to assure myself that if I didn’t look closely, the “truth” was not noticeable. The nipples, however, were sticking out like blue under a layer of blue and white ... but I was quick to convince myself that under a thin swimsuit they stick out "almost the same way."
In a word, in five minutes we left! Vadik - in swimming trunks and with a beach bag, and I ... It's terrible to think! I did not think, driving this terrible thought away from myself, but only floated barefoot (of course, barefoot! One must be consistent! smile on asphalt, without looking at anyone. From the awareness that I was completely naked, I was being washed away by familiar waves ... and then I again began to "blithely" chat with Vadik, who happily picked up my initiative smile . He was all crimson, but proud and mischievous.
There were few passers-by — it was noon, it was very hot, and I was really scared that the paint would flow. But - not flowed: kept, as pretty (looking ahead, I will say that I washed it for another good three days smile .
From chatter erotic spasm was a little bit, I felt an unusual lightness and lift. I danced and sang, kissed Vadik and teased him, watching his melting bottoms in front heave to everyone for joy; They looked at me, but it only teased and inspired me.
Did people see the "truth"? I do not know; in any case, no one called me, no one said anything. Probably, someone saw: I spun too briskly and danced smile .
Finally, the beach. Euphoria: scary and fun. In the bag at Vadik - spare swimming trunks and a swimsuit. On the beach - the darkness of the people; We, without saying a word, go further, looking for a more enchanting corner. Gone right up to Livadia; Nabka was full of people, but no one looked at me. I was even ready to pester passersby (!!!), I was again beginning to wash from below with stupefying waves. Finally, they found a not very aesthetic corner: concrete, rubbish ... but I did not see it all: the world for me merged into a large motley rainbow. There were few people; we are sideways-sideways from them, into a desert corner. Mowing on a bag with swimming trunks: to take or not to take into the water? No one asked this question, and no one opened the bag: we both enter the water. In my head there is a “justifying” thought: nothing, then I will send Vadik - he floats to the shore and brings me swimming trunks.
Suddenly I see a man staring at me intently. NOTED !!!
From this thought I felt sick, and I jumped into the wave with a jerk. Vadik - for me. They sailed a fair distance; I was afraid to look at my chest - was there even a drop of paint left?
The man looked at me without stopping - apparently, I understood what was happening, and waited for a spectacular exit. From this thought, as well as from the fact that I was naked, absolutely naked, on a public beach, and with me - my beloved Vadichka, who had never seen me naked before, “stuck” me again in an erotic spasm. I do not know - maybe it was such a slow and long orgasm, and maybe - only the approach to it, stopped near the highest point.
We swam, naughty and frolicked much more noisy than usual. When the hour came to go ashore, I looked at myself - and found that the drawing almost did not wash off!
Vadik also noticed this. Here he, a bully, says:
- And I did not take the spare swimming trunks and swimsuit.
I was shocked, even though I knew that he was lying.
- Like this????
- But I took a brush and paint.
- Are you crazy ??????
- And look, look: - with these words, Vadik showed me to the shore. There was nobody on the beach; interested man gone. It was already a relatively late time - the day flashed quickly and unnoticed.
I decided: you need to go to the logical end. I inspired myself with the comforting thought that swimming trunks and swimsuit are there, only now we will play a little bit in this exciting game ...
When I came out of the water, I wanted to dissolve in the air or become small-small. But the paint almost did not wash out, and there was no one on the beach and above, in the park. Only individual voices were heard from above. I, thinking - “this is how it happens - with your head in the pool” - went ashore.
On the shore, Vadik set to work: he gently soaked the painted parts with a towel - there were almost no traces of paint left on him, - he took out a brush, paints, and set to work - to update his masterpiece. Nipple painting has done its job smile and when Vadik went to his thighs, I suddenly saw people out of the corner of my eye. Long away. I was scared to turn around, scared to say this to Vadik ... and in the meantime he moved to the pubis and below ...
I was very close to orgasm at that moment. I was constrained by tension — the consciousness that they were probably looking at me, and added strength to the erotic feeling, and restrained it. Strange somehow ...
Here Vadik finished, sprayed me again with varnish, and we went home!
At first it was relatively deserted, although I shuddered, approaching each of the passers-by. I clung to Vadik’s hand, and he stroked my head.
Then there were more people. Erotic cramp did not let me go; I felt with every millimeter the nakedness of my chest, priests, thighs, and especially nipples and sponges ... (And now I blush when I write about it).
It was twilight. We came to a crossing over a wide street. A red light was on, and people were piling up on both sides of the street. You can imagine my condition! Two women stopped next to me, a little further away - a few guys; on the contrary, on the other side of the street are a few couples and an old man.
And suddenly I see that an elderly man has noticed! He studies my body; I feel his gaze on my nipples, then below ...
I feel how I am being carried rapidly to orgasm. HERE! AMONG PEOPLE! - knocks mad thought. I cling to Vadik like a cat into a tree. But here is a green light, people have gone, and an elderly man will meet me. The movement of the legs was the last straw that filled me, and I was right on the roadway, clinging to Vadik, clinging my teeth, trying with all my might not to groan and not give a look ...
He, of course, understood everything, and did not know what to do. Whether passers-by have noticed - I do not know. We had to walk for a minute among the people, although I was not so much walking as I was riding-hung on Vadichkina’s hand. Describe what was happening with me, I can not ....
After 5 minutes we were at home.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Vadik rushed to the window, pulled the curtains, and literally jumped at me. Then everything was like in a banal porn movie (to-ryh I hadn’t seen yet): I had enough of his kiss and touching the pope for the strongest orgasm; we fell on the bed, he literally ate my lips. Tearing off swimming trunks, spreading my legs and a strong jerk entered me.
I have long squeaked in orgasm, and now squealed from pain, which merged with orgasm and all together into something indescribable. All this happened without words, with some bestial moans, wheezing and squeakssmile .
So I became his wife. And it was on that day that I conceived our son Dima, who is now playing in the next room.
Of course, we tried to wash the sheet from blood and paint smile(and also wash me), but the success was very relative, and my mother, seeing everything, caused us to have a serious conversation.
I almost died of shame, but Vadik kept himself very courageously and firmly, and although his voice was slightly broken, he admitted that “there was EVERYTHING between us” and a little comically and solemnly asked my mother for my hand.
What happened after that doesn't matter.
And it is important that we celebrated my 17th birthday a month later, and after two we were married.
I adore my Vadichka and Dima, who is already 4 years old. Vadik often paints me - from head to toe the smiletruth is no longer as resistant paint as then, but with gouache.
And we dream to repeat that crazy experiment with a naked walk. I really don’t know if I’ll make up my mind, but I want to go crazy.
Actually, I noticed for myself a craving for exhibitionism. In moderation, of course: in my mother's absence I sunbathe topless on the beach, I try, when there is an opportunity, not to wear shorts and a bra. Vadik is terribly winding ...
That's the story!smile