A Year at the Station

Our northern winter is summer in the southern latitudes. Although summer in Antarctica is conditional, for example, today in mid-January, right in the middle of the southern summer, it's snowing outside the station with a slight minus temperature. Although for these places, even -20 is already considered warm. In January and February, preparations are made for the upcoming harsh and very long winter. Supplies of food, fuel, and many, many other things are being delivered. There is also a change of personnel. So, I replaced my colleague at the post.

My name is Andrey, and by position, I am a mechanic, but that's only by title; in reality, I am also the station manager of the polar station. Polar explorers are generally versatile people; everyone can perform

many tasks. As the station manager, I arrived one of the first, along with the station chief Ivan and the doctor Sergey. The three of us were mainly engaged in carrying everything to the station, which was a hundred kilometers from the shore. Sergey, despite being far from the profile of a mechanic and driver, worked on par with us, so the three of us prepared the station.

The main part of the station's workers arrived in March on the last ship. We were joined by meteorologist Vladimir, another mechanic Nikolay, radio operator Anatoly, and, to my great surprise, a female cook, Svetlana. I have been working at the station for several years; this is my fifth expedition, but I am seeing a woman in these parts for the first time, and I wonder how she will live with us in a male collective for a whole year. As it later became known, the male cook did not pass the medical commission, and an urgent replacement was needed, but a replacement from the male side could not be found, so the decision was made to send a woman who calmly passed all the commissions.

All the men lived in one large room; only Svetlana was given a separate room next to the kitchen and dining room. At first, everyone was busy with setting up daily life, adjusting equipment, and various other tasks, and no one paid attention to each other. In the evenings, of course, we gathered in the dining room, where Sveta fed us delicious dinners and where we got acquainted and communicated with each other. Of the entire team, I only knew the station chief Ivan, with whom I was at the station for the fifth time; all the others were new, so there was something to tell everyone about ourselves.

Ivan and I were the oldest at the station; we were almost forty, while all the others were around thirty, including Svetlana. Our cook turned out to be very cheerful and joyful and always laughed merrily. Externally, Svetlana was a very attractive woman with a large bust; she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. She wasn't tall, but her figure proportions were very beautiful, plus a cute face and long dark hair. Naturally, everyone was eyeing our cook.

Ivan initially tried to reason with the polar explorers, but it led to nothing. The only ones who didn't go to her were me and Ivan; all the others had been with Svetlana. Once, I was looking for my partner Nikolay and couldn't find him; the last place he could be was in the kitchen or dining room. But he wasn't there either; only the cook's little room remained. The door was closed, but inside, there were moans and some rustling. I leaned toward the keyhole and looked inside.

A scene unfolded before me: Sveta was standing leaning on the table, her skirt lifted, and from behind, with his pants down, Nikolay was positioned, thrusting his cock into her. Sveta was moaning and asking him to fuck her more. Nikolay satisfied her request and only increased the pace of his movements. Sveta took Nikolay's hand and placed it on her chest; he, pleased, kneaded her hemispheres through the fabric. Apparently, this was the decisive trigger, and Sveta came intensely, followed by Nikolay finishing. I didn't watch further and left. But this whole scene firmly stuck in my head, and that night, I couldn't sleep for a long time. Nikolay didn't even give a hint when I asked where he had been. He just smiled slyly and pointed toward the cook's domain.

Then I somehow caught our meteorologist coming out of the cook's room; he mumbled something apologetically, like we're all human here.

Some products were stored in a separate unheated room, and we all took turns going there with our cook; my turn came. Sveta selected everything she needed for cooking, and I helped her carry the products. Dirty thoughts wouldn't leave my head when looking at Sveta, but I tried to push them away. Sveta spoke up herself:

— I wonder why you don't come to me for tea, or are you shy around me.

— No, I'm not shy, but I try to observe decency norms,— I replied to Sveta's flirtations.

— Well, if you want, come to me in a couple of hours; I wouldn't mind sharing tea with you.

— Okay, I'll come by.

At first, I didn't want to go to her, but my male nature won, and I knocked on her little room.

— Come in.

— You invited me a couple of hours ago.

I entered and sat on a chair. Sveta indeed poured me tea.

— And would you like me to give you a massage? Besides my cooking education, I also attended massage courses.

After hesitating a bit, I finally decided: — Okay, give me a massage.

— Only you need to undress down to your underwear so I can do the massage not through fabric.

I fulfilled her wish, and in a couple of minutes, I was lying on her bed in just my underwear, and she was giving a quite pleasant massage. At first, it was only the back area, but gradually her gentle hands moved to the legs and buttocks. Now, without asking, Sveta pulled off my underwear as well. And began massaging my buttocks. My cock was already hard as a rock, but Sveta couldn't see it; I was lying on my stomach. Her hands wandered over my body. At one point, one of her hands slipped between my legs and found my scrotum. She began gently massaging my perineum and scrotum, bringing me to strong arousal. Then she turned me over and, pleased with the sight of my excitement, continued to caress me. I must say she did it incredibly. At one point, Sveta leaned toward my cock, stuck out her tongue, and began running it along the entire length of the cock, gently caressing it with her tongue. Her tongue explored not only the cock but also my scrotum and perineum, while one of her fingers massaged my anus. I moaned sweetly from such manipulations.

Sveta lifted her skirt, and as it turned out, she had nothing else underneath. She mounted me, guided my cock into her depths with a hand movement, and, slowly lowering herself, took my cock inside completely. For a moment, she froze, but then began moving unhurriedly, gradually increasing the pace. She took off her T-shirt and showed her beautiful breasts. I didn't wait for an invitation and cupped them with my hands; the breasts were so large they didn't fit in my hand. I squeezed her breasts, then caressed her thighs and waist, returning to the breasts. And Sveta continued riding me; she miraculously controlled my approach to orgasm, bringing me to a pre-orgasmic state, then slowed the pace, and the orgasm retreated. Meanwhile, I found her clitoris with my hand and began massaging it, while the other hand continued exploring her body. After some time, I brought her to intense arousal. Sveta accelerated the riding pace, and we came simultaneously. For a while, we came to our senses, then I got dressed and left to attend to station matters.

Our next tea session with Sveta repeated a couple of days later. We also drank tea, after which she went down to my pants, unzipped the fly, and began giving me a mind-blowing blowjob; I came in about three minutes, but Sveta continued sucking my cock, and after a few minutes, brought it back to combat readiness; now she mounted me again, lifting her skirt, but mounted me right on the chair. For some time, we made love in that position, but then I decided to take the initiative and, without leaving Sveta, carried her to the bed, and we fell onto the bed together; now I was on top, making thrusting movements.

She constantly moaned; we came simultaneously again. But even after that, she didn't let me out of her female embrace; I was surprised, but my cock stood up again after a short interval, and now, lying on my side from behind, I took Svetlana. My hand caressed her between the legs, including the clitoris, so she came several times; I couldn't reach the peak for a long time, apparently the first two orgasms weren't in vain, but then I poured into her once again. Sveta poured me tea again, thanked me for the great sex, and I went to attend to station matters.

To my surprise, passing by the cook's little room about two hours after our sex, I heard her moans. My curiosity won, and I leaned toward the keyhole. My surprise knew no bounds; Sveta was riding, just like on me, on the station chief Ivan. That was the last person I expected, but then again, he's human like us. Only this time, she was riding him not facing him but with her back and slightly leaning toward his legs. Ivan was caressing her appetizing thighs at the time, and through the keyhole, I admired her breasts, which slightly sagged downward toward his legs. After some time, Ivan moaned and apparently came intensely. Sveta helped herself with her hand and also finished after him. I didn't wait for either of them to leave the room and retreated.

So, Sveta served us like this throughout the year; in bed, she was insatiable, and it seemed that if there were twice as many of us, she still wouldn't have enough sex. And it wasn't hard to seduce us; so much time without female company does its job. Everyone without exception used her services, and I often dropped by to see her.

When the year ended, we all returned to the mainland, but the memory of our cook Svetlana remained forever. It's hard to forget such a thing. And they say women bring trouble; thanks to Svetlana, we had the calmest months without arguments and conflicts; she was like a lightning rod. It's hard to say how Sveta's life turned out; some said that after returning, she got married, had a child, and now lives happily in family life, but before that, as they say, she had her fill of fun.