Pavlik's wonderful wife
In the army, the most intense period isn't military exercises of various profiles, as some correspondents rashly write, sometimes completely unfamiliar with the specifics of army daily life, but rather a seemingly mundane period like discharge into the reserves. There are certain intricacies here—documents and travel passes need to be prepared on time, discharge lists need to be compiled so everyone leaves evenly, replacements need to be prepared, and those being discharged need to be gradually ushered out. And also, the parents of some guys, who are inadequate from joy and subsequent drinking after serving their term, need to be informed that their beloved offspring will soon be leaving the location
of our unit—meet him! Or come and pick him up, otherwise he'll get our valiant warriors drunk and corrupt them. That happens too!Well, as for the paperwork, scribbling, military bureaucracy—there's just a sea of it! So, the clerk of our personnel department asked for help, no replacement was prepared for him, and he's currently just "swamped." And documents need to be written in legible, and preferably beautiful handwriting; everyone knows what that is—doctor's handwriting! No cryptologist could decipher this "doctor's handwriting"!
As it turned out, he liked my handwriting. And there, they asked me to fill out a couple of documents, the captain from the department looked them over, grunted with satisfaction, and immediately shoved a pen at me—to sign the order. And an order in the army must be carried out, precisely, unquestioningly, and on time! So, my dear friend Sasha, as that captain sang to me—go forth with a song to Major Surovtsev's disposal; in a couple of days, the discharge of our eagles into the reserves begins, and you will help process the documents. The army and the major expect conscientious and flawless work from me! And our "demobees" do too!
And there in the department, behind a partition, there are two desks; at one sits a rather short, slightly plump, but overall nice and sociable guy who was wildly happy about my arrival. He started showing me the documents, and I understood everything right away—my mom works as a senior inspector in the personnel department, and I sometimes helped her. Pavel Alekseevich's joy, as he introduced himself, knew no bounds. And upon learning that I could also type on a typewriter, he practically howled with joy—there's plenty of work, need to type papers, need to fill out forms and cards, issue train travel passes for the guys, all alone, but together we'll do everything quickly and excellently!
And so it happened, thanks to Pashka's light hand, as I started calling him—I serve six months longer, and in the army, that's a term! The paperwork in general wasn't difficult, I quickly mastered everything, we perfectly processed all the documentation for discharging soldiers into the reserves, our boss even received gratitude from the unit commander. So now, thanks to the major's light hand, we started getting passes quite easily, and at times convenient for us, to do shopping or go to the movies.
So two months passed, Pasha and I became friends, shared our secrets, he was a bit envious that I often went on dates with one not-so-modest girl, sometimes with another, while he had a very hard time getting close to girls. Maybe also because Pasha, it turns out, was already married. Well, I'll be! And naturally, such things don't go unpunished—one fine Saturday, a call from the checkpoint—Pashka's wife Anastasia came to visit him. He was happy, fidgeted, then got embarrassed and groaned—how to get a pass today, where should they settle?
Well, since it's Saturday, I quickly slipped into headquarters, and the duty officer for the unit is Captain Lezhentsev; we played together for our unit's team, so we resolved the pass issue. Pasha was issued a pass for twenty-four hours, and I asked for one for myself too, for about four hours—to arrange things for this married couple. After all, I serve longer, am a year older than Pasha, and most importantly—I accidentally ended up helping an old local lady with chores on my passes.
The thing is, her grandson is already 18 and left for the glorious and famous city of Surgut to his parents, where they all together have the so-called "long ruble." And I helped this wonderful granny with little things and then, while she talked and gossiped about local affairs, completely not listening, I enjoyed wonderful homemade food prepared by her hands. And the main nuance—in the yard of her house was an excellent temporary hut with all amenities, where I repeatedly "hung out" on passes with my girlfriend Nina, who, after her hasty divorce, was very much not against "improving her health" through our uncomplicated sex. Well, and Grandma Ira was completely not against getting three or four rubles for renting us her hut for a couple of hours.
I led them there, and Nastya, walking along the path, almost stumbled on her high heels and slightly twisted her ankle. Pasha fussed and clucked around her—what to do, how to be—and I picked up this shapely beauty in my arms, pressing her against me with pleasure, and carried her inside the hut, also showing Pasha and Nastya where the door key hung. In the hut, I sat her on a chair, took off her shoes, and, pulling her ankle, put everything back in place. Nastya was very happy, Pasha too, I also massaged her leg and rubbed it with "Viprosal" for pain relief, even though Nastya was putting on a brave face, lifting her heels onto the chair, saying everything's fine, also showing me her beautiful legs in nylon stockings and pink lace panties, slightly arousing me.
Thanking me and even pecking me on the cheek, Nastya asked what they should do next. I replied—you, dear spouses, into that big room over there, and I, since I still have three hours of pass left, will heat water in the boiler and rustle up some food. Nastya immediately dragged Pasha by the hand into the room, closing the door, and about ten minutes later she came out, and with a rather displeased face at that—not only did Pasha turn out to be a "quick shot," but after finishing in her mouth, he immediately lay down against the wall and fell asleep. And to have his wife a couple of times after a long separation? I explained to Nastya that we had exercises last night, I cheekily settled in our lieutenant colonel's office, who was away, and slept wonderfully in his luxurious leather armchair, but Pasha got scared and stayed awake all night. But a "starving" young girl needed not excuses, but sex!
I went into the bathroom, added some wood to the boiler, informing that the water would soon heat up and they could take a shower after the journey, there's a toilet here too, but Nastya apparently felt shy around me and went to the toilet in the yard. To the light snoring of Pashka, I managed to boil a kettle on the gas stove, cook pasta, and heat water in a large pot—to rinse off for the road, since the boiler was still heating. And just as I poured boiling water into the teapot, Nastya flies into the kitchen, all wet and shivering. And what did you expect, September has begun and the September downpours in these parts are quite cold. And what to do with her?—she's already chattering her teeth.
— Nastya, run to the bathroom. Take off everything wet, or you'll catch a cold. Now rinse with hot water and warm up. Come on, faster, you're already all blue! Come on, Nastenka, go,—I nudged her and even lightly slapped her round, appetizing butt, and how her whole cool figure was splendidly clung to by the wet dress, quite an arousing sight before me!
When I entered the bathroom with the pot, she was standing completely naked behind the curtain and still clacking her teeth. And I, having prepared and made the water in the basin a bit hotter but not scalding, pulled back the curtain and, despite her slight indignation, started pouring water over her with a ladle. And she turned her back to me—what a cool figure she has! But most importantly—soon her teeth stopped tapping out Morse code like "SOS," and I also soaped up a sponge and rubbed her back, legs, paying special attention to her tempting butt.
Nastya jerked a bit, but then stood silently—the hot water after the cold rain quickly raised the temperature of her slender body, and apparently her mood too. Then I shoved the soapy sponge into her hands, and she suddenly turned to me, declaring that having said "A," one must also say "B"—if I soaped her from behind, then the front needs it too. So I did, getting really turned on from the touches and what I saw, especially from the small, firm orbs of her beautiful breasts. And when I rinsed off the suds—a princess stood before me! She wrapped a small towel into a turban on her head, and it looked like a crown.
Picking her up in my arms, I placed the lovely girl on a fluffy rug, and Nastya unexpectedly threw her arms around my neck and kissed me so sweetly that my member immediately stood at full combat readiness. Feeling this, Nastya giggled softly and asked for a towel, thanking me for saving her from the cold and a cold.
— Nastya, here's a towel, here's my bathrobe, bought on occasion for my future demob, I haven't worn it yet, but I washed it, it's clean, put it on boldly, it will be warm and comfortable for you. I wrung out your underwear, and on the rope in the bathroom it will dry by morning—the boiler is already hot. Get dressed, because in such a magnificent state you've aroused the beast in me, and come out to the kitchen. If you don't get dressed, in a minute I'll rape you, but very gently. Okay, dry off. We'll have a bite, and I'll run. Yes, I already told you, you have the figure of a young goddess,—Nastya laughed softly, clearly pleased with my compliment, and pecked me again. I feel the "beast" in me has fully awakened
Slightly embarrassed, even blushing on her cheeks, which only made her more beautiful, Nastya sat at the table, and I put pasta on the plates, seasoning it with stewed meat on top, making something like "navy-style pasta." The simplest and very nutritious dish, and it cooks very quickly. And to the light trills of Pashka's snoring from the next room, she and I had a solid snack—we were both hungry, especially Nastya, just off the road.
Then I took out an opened bottle of cognac from the cupboard—Nina and I only had a shot each on our last date and, despite Nastya's mild protests, poured her a full shot, saying it's not drinking, it's prevention against a cold. This conviction worked, and Nastya deftly knocked back the cognac, gasped, and blushed even more, saying that a hot ball had ignited inside her now. To which I affirmatively stated that this hot little ball would warm her and not allow a cold, which for such a beauty now is simply unacceptable. So take another shot, but as medicine, and by morning you'll be in perfect shape.
And when I was about to put on my tunic and leave, Nastya hugged me again and started thanking me, saying I helped her and Pasha so coolly, and saved the girl from a cold, and for the delicious dinner she was about to kiss me on the cheek again, but unexpectedly our lips met, and her sweet, hot kiss simply burned me. Our tongues began weaving a silent cacophony of passion, I was delighted—how sweet she is!
And when we broke apart and caught our breath, I myself firmly hugged Nastya and plunged into her sweet, full lips, which immediately opened to meet me. The fire of our bodies burned us, Nastya's robe opened, and I gently pressed her to me, her silky stomach and firm breasts rubbing against me so excitingly. Feeling that I'm simply turning into a beast again from the surging delight and pleasure, I picked up the beauty in my arms and carried her into the small room, laying her on the narrow daybed, and she only moaned softly when I passionately kissed her wonderful breasts, tender stomach, then quickly reached her hot, moist slit.
And when I jumped out of the shower in just my underwear, drying myself with a towel, Nastya hugged me and whispered: "Want more?" Well, what a question? Or is that an offer? With such a cool beauty—even a hundred servings! And I carried her in my arms again, laying her on the daybed. After caressing her swollen clitoris with my tongue, I pleasurably entered her again—it was like an electric shock, inside her womb literally blazed fire! We both wanted this! Our second union was longer, but also sweeter, Nastya seemed to come a couple of times, again biting me and digging her nails into my shoulders. We simply merged into one whole at the moment of our orgasm! It was incredible pleasure—our bodies joined, burning each other, lips in a kiss, and my member pulsating so sweetly, pouring into the burning womb of a young, beautiful woman.
How I didn't want to get off her and leave at all, I was in complete bliss of pleasure, but my "Komandirskiye" watch loudly and indignantly ticked on my wrist—the Motherland and the army await me! So, quickly rinsing off and receiving a sweet kiss "for the road," I flew to the location of our unit—my pass was ending! But my adventures today didn't end there, they were still ahead!