Chairman of the trade union committee — Vitaly's vacation
Our director went to a sanatorium for two weeks, and accordingly, his personal driver Vitaly was free. So I seized the opportunity—there was a free voucher to a resort on the Arabat Spit for twelve days. I immediately offered it to this libertine, knowing that out of boredom he might "get up to some mischief." He's almost forty, but he's still "Vitalik"—that's just his credo.
Medium height, slender, and physically fit—he's constantly working out in the garage or on the pull-up bar. Charming—you can't take that away from him! Plus, there's the boss's Toyota—he can always give someone a ride, or rather, some
a lift, and at the same time, like a real macho... His wife pretends not to know anything; it's a good thing she works at another company, otherwise our gossips would have "filled her ears"... So I strictly ordered him to report back to me after the trip, even confess, or else... You might as well not come to the union committee at all, neither for financial assistance nor for vouchers. So two weeks later, in the evening, he appeared before my eyes, simultaneously undressing my accountant Larisa with his gaze. She snorted and went home. Well, after the first one, I started listening:The bus stop is not far from the resort, and my daughter and I decided not to go straight to the administration building along the road, but to walk along the seashore and breathe in the healing sea air! Ah, what air there is here! There's the scent of the sea wave, washing onto the shore and caressing our heels, the smell of sea salt lying on the beach, and you can even feel the scent of desire and lust, brightly sparkling in the eyes of half-naked women of all ages and varying degrees of tan.
We finally went to the administration building, got a token for a decent room—two beds, a refrigerator, a TV, a toilet, and a shower—just excellent, what more do you need! And no need to fuss with food—meals in the cafeteria are included in the voucher price. Swim and sunbathe, just perfect! The first day just flew by—we got settled, then lunch, had a swim, took a nap after the journey and all the impressions—especially for me, from the huge number of half-naked female bodies of all shapes and sizes. Well, in the evening, when it got cooler, we decided to take a walk—there are tons of attractions, cafes, and shashlik places, a shooting gallery, an open-air cinema.
We had a good walk and were just about to head back when my daughter squealed joyfully—her classmates Vika and Nelya were coming towards us. Wow!—was all I could mentally exclaim in a Georgian manner, what Vika had become. Last year she was such a tall, skinny girl, but now she's blossomed—just a rose of a girl! And what breasts she has in that top—I'd love to grab them with my hands or teeth, my jaw even clenched! And Nelya, from an ugly duckling of short stature over the past year, has become so beautiful—turned into a bright beauty, filled out, grown a bit, and become so sexy! I'd love to stroke and squeeze her butt! So, in the company of such a bright bouquet, I got bold and suggested the girls go to the nearby shashlik place—cholesterol clearly isn't a threat to such young beauties, but eating deliciously for the growing generation is practically a sacred and even necessary thing, especially before bed.
They exchanged glances and quickly agreed. I got them each a portion of delicious shashlik, lemonade, and a glass of red wine—the shashlik maker didn't lie, it was very tasty. But when I went to the toilet, the glass naturally emptied, so I had to get a second one. No big deal, I was the same at their age, always dreaming of drinking, as if I'd become an adult, but what's the point in that wine—only gave me a headache. I look, and the girls' eyes are sparkling, and they're all so modest—not drinking the lemonade. Fine, I got them more lyulya kebab and allowed them a sip of wine—my daughter took a sip and kissed me on the lips, apparently as a thank you. Well, all the girls did the same, and Vika even slipped her tongue into my mouth for a second. Unbelievable, what girls they've become!
Okay, we had a great time sitting, ate our fill, drank a little, I told them a bunch of jokes, they laughed at every joke. The shashlik maker then came over and suggested they always come to him, for such beauties, my daughters—he'd definitely give a discount. Well, Nelya blurted out—they're all my daughters and we'll definitely come tomorrow. We headed home, we quickly "handed over" Nelya to her parents—they were awake, but with Vika there was a hitch. Since their light isn't on, we need to wait—they just can't get enough fucking, Vika said. Unbelievable, how casually she said that!
I was a bit stunned by her statement. Okay, we'll wait! We sat on a narrow bench, my daughter on my lap, Vika next to us, we hugged—it got cool in the evening. But then the light came on and we went to their little house, also meeting her parents. And her mom is just a peach!—such exciting curves. Okay, we said goodbye and went to our resort along the sea. And on the shore, my daughter and I stood for a bit, breathing in such sweet sea air—you just can't get enough of it. We look at the moonlit path, such bliss, I hugged my daughter from behind and she pressed her firm butt against me, slightly arousing my "old friend."
We stood there, I already suggested going to sleep, but then my hands accidentally landed right on her small breasts, tightly covered by her T-shirt, and stayed there, it was so pleasant to squeeze those firm little balls. And she didn't mind—covered my hands with hers and stayed silent, just rubbing her butt against me. Then she turned to me, pressing tightly and... Apparently, the wine we drank played its role, and the aroma of passion hanging in the air, or the sexual vibes—we started kissing passionately!
I was a bit in shock, but how pleasant it was—indescribable! The firm, strong body of an athlete, her tender, firm breasts pressing against me, her elastic butt playing under my fingers—incredible pleasure. With difficulty, we broke our embrace and went to the room. There, not looking at each other out of slight awkwardness, we took a shower and went to bed. But then my daughter, motivated by being a bit cold and wanting to warm up, climbed in with me and, hugging tightly, we, tired from such a long day full of impressions, fell fast asleep.
In the morning, I woke up from a wonderful feeling of bliss. Without opening my eyes, I understood one thing—I'm clearly in heaven or its branch office! Unbelievable—my daughter is giving me a blowjob! Pleasant, how her tongue plays over my head—where did she learn that? We know nothing about our grown-up daughters! Well, okay, I'll pretend I'm asleep so as not to embarrass her and especially not to scare her. I'd ruin the high for her and, of course, for myself too. But just as I was finishing in her sweet, hot mouth, I simply involuntarily started moaning sweetly—the pleasure was wonderful. And right in the morning! Well, when we headed to the cafeteria after the toilet, I decided to thank her. In the hallway, gently hugging and also gently kissing her, I whispered in her ear:
— Thank you, Yulechka! I was in heaven, exactly! Everything was wonderful, you're such a darling! I'm glad it was you, my beauty!
She blushed a little, but walked so proudly, swinging her round butt so provocatively, fully visible from those shameless mini-shorts, that I admired her with pleasure. My miracle has grown up!
We spent this day until lunch at the sea, swimming and sunbathing to our heart's content, and after lunch we took a nap, relaxed by the sea and sun. Well, in the evening, after a light dinner, as agreed, we met again with my daughter's classmates. We went to walk around the attractions, and then again to the same shashlik place, where the owner greeted us with enthusiastic exclamations—as it turned out, we have the Midas touch and now he's full of customers. We had another fun sit-down, and then Nelya asked for another glass of that excellent wine—she unexpectedly gave all the girls a gift and it needs to be "washed down," even with a sip of wine.
It turns out she bought everyone matching swimsuits and now we'll definitely look like Uncle Vitaly's daughters! Now those annoying resort machos will understand they're my daughters and back off—daddy is very scary and mean! And she even bought me swimming trunks in the latest fashion, like shorts. She has plenty of money—her parents gave it so Nelya could party longer and not interrupt their fun. Well, and the conversations of these modern girls—they embarrassed me a bit!
So we "washed down" the purchases—a mandatory thing! And we have to drink to the meeting of classmates—had to get another glass! The girls' cheeks flushed, and I was just on a roll! I told more jokes and just funny stories from life, the girls laughed out loud, even the shashlik maker came over to drink to the health of the "daddy" and such beautiful daughters. The shashlik place was full today, people came over to get acquainted, with my permission they treated the girls to marshmallows, but no dates! When they turn eighteen—then please!
I frowned sternly, the girls laughed and said our "daddy" is just a beast. It was a wonderful evening! Well, when saying goodbye, Vika surprised me a bit—asked to spend the night with us, because her parents just can't get enough fucking! Well, the expressions of modern girls! Well, okay, warn them and tomorrow we invite you to our place. Definitely!
Well, the rest of the days—to be continued!