Lying on the bed, he recalled how he, then still a young lieutenant with a slender athletic figure, was intensely pecked at by the bored wives of his senior colleagues in the garrison.
Having unsuccessfully landed on a parachute, during the exercises, he severely sprained the ligaments in his leg and, for a long time, got stuck in a hospital bed. He lay on the bed for two weeks, literally languishing from idleness. Every two days he was regularly visited by the head of the medical service, Major Nikolayeva, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman with plump cherry lips and a bright blush on her cheeks.
He blushed painfully and trembled with embarrassment, shivering and trying to somehow hide the shamelessly protruding cock when she examined his sore leg. This was repeated every time she came, and he calmed down, thinking that she did not notice his aroused flesh.
Once, when it got warmer and the snow instantly melted, he lay with anguish listening to the sparrows chirping stunned outside his window, the noise of passing cars, the playing children screaming merrily, the life in which he cannot participate now is in full swing. A severely injured leg healed very slowly, and he was dying of anguish without even being able to get out into the street.
This time Olga Fyodorovna came in a light spring dress refreshed and rejuvenated, spreading the smell of spring and dry warm skin around her. Her open, rounded hands were slightly pink, caught in the first spring sun.
Greedily inhaling the exciting smell of a woman, Sergei habitually felt how sweet it ached in his groin and on the blanket in the lower abdomen, a small sharp bump appeared. He carefully watched the doctor's small swarthy hands carefully and carefully feel his swollen ankle.
- And yet I suspect that you have a crack, - she said, - in vain you refused the x-ray.
- But after all two hundred kilometers Olga Fedorovna. My leg hurt terribly, and here I was driving through the spring thaw and shaking off-road.
- Maybe you're right. At least for now, I see that your leg is healing. Nature and youth take their toll.
Saying this, the woman bent even lower over the foot of the half-sitting Sergei. In the low neckline of her dress, he saw the round, full breasts of a mature thirty-year-old woman with large brown nipples. He was seized with such excitement that, unable to contain the trembling, he twitched and swallowed loudly through his mouth parched with desire.
Olga Fyodorovna looked at the lieutenant, and immediately saw his eyes resting motionless on her low open chest. She liked this handsome, manly guy with a trained athlete's torso, and helpless blue eyes, watching her with silent plea. She noticed his erections ... Then, coming from duty, lying down in her lonely bed, she vividly imagined their possible sensual intimacy, and then involuntarily lying on her pubis, unnoticed by the hostess, her hand began to passionately caress the excited clitoris.
Sweet languor spread in soft waves in her thighs... And when, blindly looking at her with fixed eyes, the guy extended his hand to her, she did not push her away.
Breathing driven into the tender shoulder of the woman lying under him, shuddering from the last, weak discharges of orgasm, the stunned Sergey could not believe what had happened. When, as if in a dream, he stretched out his hand to the woman, and took her by the elastic chest, she gently bent down and leaned against his chest, breathing heavily and hotly into his neck. A hot whirlwind caught him, he crushed the woman under him and impatiently entered her hot bosom, hearing her strangled passionate cry. The metal bed creaked under them, and jumped with its legs on the floor, as if alive.
He kissed her beautiful face filled with a hot blush ... The woman lay silently under him, her eyes closed. Her legs spread wide apart, her thighs were like a press, pressed down by the hard thighs of a young man. She was exhausted by his pressure and gluttony. She died with passionate groans, strangled by his lips, and rose again to die from a new unearthly bliss.
They got out of bed only a day later. All the officers, who vainly sought the location of the impregnable doctor's wife, frankly envied the lieutenant, seeing how womanly she blossomed brightly with happiness. They did not hide their happiness from others. And being impatient in a young way, they snatched away every minute to merge in a passionate, crazy happiness.
It lasted three crazy years filled with passion and love. During this time, Olga gave birth to his daughter Marinka, infinitely dear to him, a small, swarthy creature.
During one of her business trips, she tragically died. The driver, who had fallen asleep from fatigue, turned the car into a deep abyss.
Burying Olga, Sergey, dead of grief, swore never to marry. The command of the unit went to meet him, and he moved away from the place of his crazy happiness and unquenchable grief in his heart.
A few months later, having given Marinka to his mother, he left for another part in the Far East.