Night on the Dnieper
Finally, it was all over. Our son had taken his last exam and received his certificate of completion for the 11th grade. Phew, 18 years old, a grown man. Of course, his education wasn't supposed to end there, but the way he took those exams led to certain, not very cheerful thoughts. It seemed to me that my wife and I were even more worried than he was. And who did he take after? Usually, nature takes a break on children, but here it was a whole picnic. Well, anyway, that's not what this is about now.
At the last parent-teacher meeting, after the official part, they started talking about how to celebrate the graduation. I rarely attended parent meetings, but I happened to be on vacation, so my wife sent me to participate in our son's upbringing. One of the parents suggested going to a recreation center on the Dnieper River.
This suggestion was liked more than the others, so it was supported.
— We need some parents to come along too," announced the homeroom teacher, "I can't handle them alone," she added, sweeping her gaze over the assembled parents and, for some reason, letting it linger on me.
Hesitant hands of volunteers went up. And something happened to me, maybe the teacher's gaze was hypnotizing, but I raised my hand too. I surprised myself later. I usually don't like such events, especially with unfamiliar company. But there was nothing to be done.
My Oleg was sitting in front with two other guys, and one of the moms settled in next to me. I had seen her a couple of times before, but we weren't acquainted. A rather attractive woman with a short, girlishly tied ponytail, she herself looked like a girl. I gave her a careful once-over and was pleased with what I saw.
And when she turned around, I could get a better look at her. Brown eyes with thick brows under a short fringe, a neat, slightly upturned nose, and full lips touched with lipstick – very nice indeed. Under her loose sweater, lovely curves were hinted at, and her faded blue jeans tightly hugged a cute butt and slender legs. Not exactly wholesome thoughts began to swarm in my head. However, they vanished immediately because her husband and daughter were sitting behind us. It was to them she kept turning around.
I stared out the window, watching the groves and small villages flash by, drowning in the greenery of gardens. The weather hadn't been good since morning, but the breeze blowing from the south promised to disperse the clouds hanging overhead. The bus turned off the highway onto a dirt road and started shaking. My teeth chattered a fine tap dance, we were constantly jolted by potholes. On one such bump, my neighbor flew up and, unable to hold on, landed with her bottom on my right knee.
— Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean to," she exhaled, sliding back onto the seat.
— It's nothing," I reassured her, "our roads...
Soon some buildings appeared, and the driver announced we had finally arrived. With noise and commotion, our kids started jumping out of the bus. Two rows of wooden houses, a canopy, and several tables underneath – that was the entire recreation center. A little to the side, a barbecue grill and a brazier with a large tripod and a cauldron. A sandy shore, water twenty meters away, a pine forest all around – what more do you need? The boys were assigned two houses, the girls the houses opposite, and we, the parents, were given a house at the far end of the territory. We pulled out our bags, backpacks with supplies, and the bus left, leaving us alone with nature for at least twenty-four hours. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and everyone noticeably cheered up.
We spent the remaining daylight on the beach. The clean sand was a delight. The water, which at first seemed cold, gradually warmed up, or maybe it just seemed that way because we parents gathered a couple of times in our house for "meetings," which turned into tastings of the alcoholic beverages we had brought. We snacked on sandwiches and fruit. After the alcohol, not only the water warmed up, but our relationships did too. I kept glancing at my former seatmate, though I never learned her name, but I got to admire her delightful figure, barely covered by a tiny swimsuit, to my heart's content. She was playing volleyball with the kids, and I, hiding behind dark sunglasses, could watch how perkily her breasts bounced during jumps. Audacious plans began to swarm in my head.
When it started getting dark, we decided to build a big bonfire. However, there were no good logs, and the branches brought from the forest burned out quickly, not giving off much heat. We cooked camp porridge in the cauldron, grilled shashlik on the barbecue. And of course, we drank to all this. Our kids, it seemed to me, were also partaking in something stronger than beer, but apart from the homeroom teacher, no one paid them much attention. The kids need to relax from studying, especially since everything was conducive to it.
She was surprised at first – none of the parents were dancing, but then she briskly jumped up and joined the circle of dancers. I admired her appetizing buttocks, which quivered resiliently as she walked. Besides her swimsuit, she had a shirt thrown over her shoulders, but I distinctly felt her hot, flexible body under my hands when we joined in the dance. Moreover, our bare thighs kept touching, making my blood run much faster through my veins. An unbearable heat began to spread in my lower abdomen. She, although tipsy, immediately noticed my condition. Giving me a piercing look, she moved away slightly and didn't press as closely while dancing. And then the melody ended.
Irina returned to the bonfire, which was clearly suffocating from a lack of wood. I followed her, trying to cover the bulge in my swim trunks with my hand. Parents were sitting around the fire, animatedly discussing something in not entirely sober voices. The kids had scattered. Some continued dancing, others were chatting, a small group of boys was smoking, sitting a little further away.
— Let's go look for some firewood," Irina turned to me, "otherwise we won't cook the porridge," she added, taking my hand.
It seemed no one noticed our departure. What firewood in the dark? Irina probably didn't know where to look either, but she confidently walked deeper into the forest, away from the fire. My thoughts flowed in the right direction. After about five minutes, we came across some kind of fence, behind which wooden houses like ours were visible. There wasn't a soul around. This was apparently a similar base, but unlike ours, they had firewood prepared. We found a whole woodpile under a shed.
— Found it," the young woman said, turning to me. "We were here once before," she added. We were no more than a meter apart. I could feel her breath, barely holding back my own, not knowing what to do.
— Well, what are you waiting for? Come to me," she whispered, extending her hand.
Her words dispelled all doubts. I stepped towards her, wrapped my arms around her trembling body. Covering her face with frantic, frequent kisses, I greedily roamed over her body. She only moaned softly, melting in my embrace. Finally, our lips locked in an intoxicating kiss that spoke more than words about mutual desire.
Irina rubbed against me with her lower abdomen, driving me to frenzy. Without breaking the kiss, I cupped her buttocks, which turned out to be even more resilient than I expected. Grabbing the strip of her panties with my fingers, I pulled them down and at the same moment felt her hand slip into my swim trunks, grasping my cock. A hot wave rolled through my body. I wanted this woman, and she responded in kind.
Slipping out of my embrace, she turned her back, braced her hands against the woodpile, and spread her legs wider. I didn't keep her waiting. Pulling down her jeans and panties, I thrust into her from behind, holding her by the hips. At the moment of penetration, she groaned dully and pushed back, trying to help me enter her deeper. Our union was swift and fierce. Obviously, we both reached that condition where nothing else was needed.
I came inside her after just a few minutes; she joined me immediately, trembling all over and literally hanging on my cock. When she turned around, I could even see in the dark that a mischievous smile played on her face. Irina pressed against me and, raising her head, reached for my lips. A passionate kiss completed the act.
— I love doing everything impromptu," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "And you?
— I love it too," I replied, not lying at all. "It's a pity I rarely attended meetings before. We would have met...
— This is good too," Irina whispered. "I wouldn't mind continuing our acquaintance," she added, feeling for my cock with her fingers.
We stood facing each other with our pants down, as if knowing in advance that this wasn't the end. I pulled the young woman to me, slipped my hands under her sweater. This part of her body hadn't been explored by me yet. While she massaged my cock, my fingers squeezed a ripe, full breast. Hard nipples pressed into my palms, causing a pleasant tremor throughout my body. Irina moaned weakly and suddenly sank to her knees. Warm lips enveloped my cock, sucking it inside. Not very confidently, she began to caress it with her mouth, taking it in, then releasing it again, as if admiring the result.
I must say, the result was indeed impressive. After just a couple of minutes, my hero barely fit in her mouth. Deciding to myself that I would finish like this, I grabbed Ira by her ponytail and, holding her, started moving myself. But she decided otherwise. Pulling away from my cock, she pulled down her jeans and tugged my hand, pushing me towards a wooden bench. I hadn't even noticed it in the dark. My bare butt landed on the rough surface, but I didn't even notice because Ira mounted me, sitting on top.
She deftly guided my handsome inside her and sank onto him with her whole body, pressing her lips to mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. Then the dance of bodies continued to the sound of her abrupt, muffled growls, which escaped her chest each time she lifted herself and sharply dropped onto my living spit, impaling herself to the hilt.
At that moment, I imagined myself as a real wild barbarian. Over the course of ten to twelve minutes, she came twice, convulsing on my chest. Who would have expected such temperament from such a sweet, modest-looking woman. I was still in form, but I felt the finale was near. Obviously, she felt it too, because at the last moment she skillfully slid off my knees and again pressed her lips to my cock, swollen with excitement. The first stream of semen hit her throat, and she moaned again, swallowing it even deeper.
Irina rose from her knees when the last drop left its owner. Licking her lips contentedly, she got up and pulled me by the hand.
— Now let's go quickly, they're probably looking for us already," she hurried, hastily pulling on her jeans.
After straightening our clothes, we each took an armful of firewood and headed back to the bonfire.
— Your son looks like you, a spitting image," Irina said as we walked.
— Your daughter takes after her mom too. Just as beautiful, and a wonderful figure," I returned the compliment, pushing through the bushes.
We were very close to the bonfire when we suddenly noticed a couple merged in a kiss behind one of the trees. Seeing us, they jumped apart, but I managed to notice it was my Oleg. Next to him, with downcast eyes, stood Irina's daughter. Without a word, we walked past them as if we hadn't noticed. If only they knew what we had just been doing.
— I was wondering where you'd gone?" her husband greeted his wife in a drunken voice.
— You'd better keep an eye on your daughter," she replied, giving me a penetrating look. "I'm not going anywhere.
That night, we didn't really get to sleep properly. Irina and I went for firewood again, and this time we "searched" for it much longer. Overall, the rest on the Dnieper went at a high level; the homeroom teacher even received gratitude from the principal.
I learned about this at the next meeting, which I volunteered to attend myself, surprising my wife. Our Oleg moved to the tenth grade, Irina's daughter too. So, ahead of us were two whole years of intense study. I even thought about joining the parent committee, which my new passion was a member of. We remembered that night on the Dnieper at every meeting. And not only remembered...
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