Hole in the shower
For those who forgot, let me remind you, and for those who didn't know, I'll inform you: there was no sex in the USSR. Youth cannot be brought back... Except in memories. I'll share one of them with you. My father worked as a bus driver, and for good work, he was awarded a family voucher to a seaside resort.
Another family from my father's workplace, with a daughter, also checked into the resort with us. She was already a grown-up girl, a whole 18 years old. She was a tall blonde with a very slender, already fully developed figure. I, on the other hand, was neither tall nor slender. Next to each other, we looked like "Don Quixote and Sancho Panza."
The resort was a two-story building
with double and quadruple rooms. The furnishings were sparse: metal-spring beds, nightstands, and ridiculous curtains on the windows. Well, who cares about that when the Sea is right there! All the facilities were in the yard. These were two wooden buildings. One was larger, partitioned in half with seating for the vacationers.Due to the heat, such a smell emanated from the structure that you didn't want to visit it without an urgent need. The other building, also cobbled together from boards, was the shower. Without a roof. Instead, on top was a huge barrel for solar water heating, with taps on both sides, each leading to a shower stall. The stalls closed from the inside with little hooks. On one was written "M," on the other "F." Of course, in both buildings, there were peepholes drilled in the partitions, which aroused my particular interest.
After the "Shashlyk Place" closed, the whole company would move to our room, and Ira and I were sent to their room so we wouldn't listen to adult conversations. Usually, we entertained ourselves by playing "Fool." I don't remember how many times I was left as the "Fool," because my thoughts were anywhere but on the game... How can you concentrate when a long-legged beauty in a swimsuit with a tempting bust is sitting next to you?
Our vacation was already coming to an end, and I despaired of bringing back new impressions from the trip... Until... After being left as the "Fool" once again and dealing the cards, I suddenly heard:
"Slav, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yes."
"Show me how?"
Well, here I was, fully armed! After all, I knew all about it. Last year at the Pioneer camp, girls taught me how to kiss. You have to close your eyes, touch the girl's lips, wait a minute, and say: -Mmmmmmm. Return to the starting position. I did all this with a slight tremor in my body, fully confident of impressing Ira with my deep knowledge in this area. But...
"Not like that, do you know how to French kiss?"
With sadness in my voice, I admitted that I did not possess that wisdom...
"Want me to teach you?"
Is she even asking? Of course I want!!! I really, really want to.
"Show me..."
"Lie on your back and close your eyes." Which I did instantly and froze in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long. Warm, moist girlish lips engulfed my little mouth inside themselves. It was very pleasant, and another wave of trembling ran through my body, hitting the most inconvenient place. My swim trunks began to swell, and I was afraid the head would pop out over the elastic. I was very ashamed and quietly tried to cover the situation with my hand. My main thought was that Ira wouldn't notice anything; I was very embarrassed by the erection.
But then I felt the girl's little tongue trying to part my closed lips. Why? Does she want to check if I brushed my teeth? It persistently tried to open my mouth, so I gave in and did. And then!!!!! Her tongue began to caress mine. It was so damn pleasant, if not for one BUT. Down below, everything had gotten out of control, and I didn't know what to do about it... And on top of that, Ira leaned on me right there.
The knock of the parents on the wall saved me. It was a signal that the vodka was finished and it was time to scatter to our sleeping places.
The next day, nothing happened, no matter how much I wanted a repeat of the lesson... The last day of our joint vacation arrived, which rewarded me in spades.
It should be noted that the peepholes I had scouted out in the shower did not go without close attention. I set up an observation post, and whenever a female headed there, I would have an irresistible attack of cleanliness. True, I rarely managed to see anything worthwhile, maybe just some bits of body, but that was enough for me to train my little fist.
"Ira, let's go take a shower," I heard the voice of Ira's mother. And quickly putting on flip-flops, I got ready to make a dash to the shower. But I stopped upon hearing the reply.
"You go, I want to flip through a magazine and I'll go after you." I froze, my brain feverishly working and giving me a reasonable solution: I couldn't shower for that long, my mom would suspect something was wrong. I decided not to risk it and go together with Ira. Every minute of waiting echoed like a bell ringing in my little heart. Until I heard through the wall:
"I'm done, come while there's still water. It's wonderful today."
"Which towel should I take?" I heard Ira's little voice. And grabbing my swim things, I left the room, bumping into Ira in the doorway.
"Where are you going? To the shower?"
"Uh-huh," I barely mumbled in response.
"Well, let's go together." At that "together," my breath caught, and I just prayed to God that the men's stall wouldn't be occupied. Apparently, God heard me, and I gratefully threw the hook, locking myself inside. Taking off my shorts and T-shirt, I examined the partition, figuring out which peephole to choose for unauthorized viewing. I must admit, the craftsmen had drilled quite a few...
But one was particularly attractive. Someone had picked out a whole knot from the board. All the peepholes were neatly plugged with scraps of newspaper and other handy materials. As attractive as the knot hole was (it was at just the right level), I decided not to risk it and carefully pulled the plug from another spot. Hearing the sound of water. I greedily pressed my eye to it and no less briskly sent my hand to the place you know. The sight was magnificent!!! Irochka was washing her hair already without a bra, just in her panties. The foam slid from her head and descended lower over her beautiful breasts. With amazing pink nipples. It ran even lower over her slightly convex tummy with a wonderful navel and ran down her legs. What was between her legs was hidden by her panties... When her hair was finally washed, it was time for her breasts.
Her sweet palms were caressing them. Oh, how beautiful it was! But then suddenly Ira turned sharply and headed towards the partition. My first thought was that I was caught and I had to rush to the sea at full speed and drown myself from grief. Not expecting parental punishment. Something held me back, I froze and held my breath... The most attractive peephole suddenly became free from its plug (a twisted piece of polyethylene), and it was Ira's little finger that did it.
My breath got stuck somewhere in the middle, between my legs, which had filled with lead, and my madly beating heart. And then, as if in a fog, I heard a mouse-like scratching on the partition. After some thought, I finally mustered the courage and looked into the peephole, meeting Ira's little eye in it. Making sure I was finally looking, she straightened up, stood opposite the peephole, and lowered her panties. What I had long dreamed of seeing was right in front of me, at a distance of a held breath. A wonderful pubis covered with sparse, light hairs. The last droplets of water were still running down it. It seemed I stopped breathing so as not to scare away this beauty. Then the panties hid the desired place from me again, and a girlish eye descended to the peephole.
I looked at it and didn't understand anything... Ira straightened up to her full height again, approached the peephole, and lowered her panties several times. And again, her little eye met mine. Finally, it dawned on me what was expected of me, and after everything that had happened, I couldn't disappoint. Standing opposite the peephole, overcoming the elastic with the head, I lowered my swim trunks. My excited member was on display before the peephole. Trembling, like a stallion, it seemed it was about to shout at the top of its lungs, "I-GO-GO."
Noticing that the girlish eye had moved away from the peephole, I pressed my own to it. Having completely taken off her panties, Ira again brought her pubis to the peephole and with her fingers spread her labia, completely opening all the cherished beauty before my gaze. I was seeing such a thing for the first time and, with bated breath, studied every millimeter of the girl's secret place... Ira was in no hurry and let me fully enjoy what she was showing. With my hand, I tried to calm my stallion, but it wasn't going well. This madman was getting even more excited. Apparently, he finally started making sounds because suddenly Ira's little finger was at the top of the secret place, and finding something there, began to rub it. The movements of the little finger became faster and faster, and suddenly convulsions ran through the girl's body.
I watched this wonderful body and tried to remember every fraction of a second. After a short pause, the girl's eye appeared in the peephole again. We looked at each other. I didn't quite understand. What Ira was waiting for. Realizing I didn't understand, Ira moved her little fist in front of her face. And it finally dawned on me. Taking off my swim trunks, as Ira had done earlier, I stood in front of the peephole and began training the stallion with my little fist...
The training turned out to be quite short, but the ejaculation was abundant. I probably hit the peephole, as I noticed some momentary change in the light flow there out of the corner of my eye. For a while longer, I stood unable to move. Sticky liquid dripped from my little fist...
After the shower, the parents took us to the "Shashlyk Place" to celebrate our last day of vacation. After a certain amount of vodka, they suddenly noticed that we were trying not to look at each other. "Did you two have a fight?" - "No," we answered simultaneously. Personally, it was hard for me to transition to another dimension; I was still in the shower and, apparently because of that, was distracted and answered inappropriately.
Twenty-five years later, we met by chance... I had become a photographer and was invited for a photo shoot at a model house. A charming woman approached me and, studying my badge, suddenly said, "Slava?" I barely recognized that amazingly beautiful woman as that Irochka. It turned out she was a model and then became interested in design, and now I was shooting her clothing collection.
And I'm still the same chubby Sancho Panza. Although..... That didn't stop us from having amazingly wonderful sex some time later. But that's another story. Maybe I'll tell it someday. But for now.....there was no sex in the USSR!