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She was wearing a white summer T-shirt, belly open, and very short jeans shorts, boldly cropped well above the bottom edge of the buttocks.
Sports sneakers with white socks accentuated her tan completely open legs, and a beautiful tanned ass, flirtatiously protruding from under the shorts, definitely left many passers-by an overwhelming desire to look behind her.
We also met with Julia, and after exchanging courtesies, we set off.

The way to the Coastal was about an hour by bus.
It is a detached village, away from the city, although administratively it enters the city limits.
Due to the fact that it was still quite early Saturday morning, the bus, fortunately, turned out to be quite free, and we all five of us settled in on the seats.
Katya sat next to Arthur, I took a seat behind them near the window.
To my satisfaction, Julia sat next to me, and Lyokha sat on an empty seat across the aisle.
On the way, we gradually began a spontaneous conversation with my new acquaintance.
In truth, it is quite difficult for me to quickly find a common language with a stranger, and even more so with a girl.
However, Julia turned out to be just a gift of fate: she quickly took the lead in the conversation, so I basically just had to listen and insert individual comments.
She spat tirelessly about her friends, about her favorite artists and musicians, the concerts she went to, and all that.
In principle, she was absolutely right: in such a situation, it’s not so much the semantic value of your stories that is important as the ability to avoid awkward silence with an unfamiliar companion.
And, finally, it is impossible not to mention that I found the society of Yulka very pleasant.
I even allowed myself for a moment to imagine that she was my girlfriend.

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Nature in the Coastal was beautiful.
The whole village was like in the forest.
Previously, there was a real village here, now, however, they built a whole array of white five-and

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nine-story buildings, but, nevertheless, in the Coastal one somehow does not feel that you are in the city.
A small plantation separates a series of nine-story buildings from the bank of the Krasavka river, with landing stages and sandy beaches.
A little further away there is a camp site and a sanatorium.
Irina lived in one of the new five-story building, slightly away from the main body.
Her one bedroom apartment was on the second floor.
We rang the doorbell.
Irka was ready and waiting for us.
She opened the door in a light, slightly above the knees, sundress, on thin straps and with an open back.
We offered to wait for her downstairs, but she invited everyone to go into the apartment and have breakfast together.
I went inside, before that I had never been to visit with Irina.
The apartment was cool and cozy.
Irkin’s brother was at home, but he was going somewhere to go about his business.
I saw another girl – Natasha.
At first I thought that this was Irkina’s brother’s friend, but it turned out that Natasha was another Irina’s friend, and she was also going to barbecue with us.
“Merry we have a compass,” I thought, “three guys and four girls, and two of them are free.”
Natasha looked very “nothing.”
She was about the same height as Julia, literally a little bit fat, which, in my opinion, did not at all spoil her figure, dark-skinned, with dark-brown hair shoulder-length and expressive big eyes, in a denim sleeveless shirt tied at the navel, and denim shorts (not as short as Julia’s).
We introduced ourselves to each other, we left the girls in the kitchen, and we ourselves went to the balcony to smoke.
The balcony overlooked the courtyard, the view of which was quite “homely” and cozy: shady apple trees, an alley and a children’s playground.
After smoking one by one, we heard that the girls were already calling and proceeded to their kitchen.
The girls organized a light breakfast: scrambled eggs, and tea with apple pie.
True, in the very small kitchen in the very small kitchen, it turned out to be a bit crowded, but the male part of the company, quickly doing away with breakfast, soon gathered and went to the shop for the “hot”, with three five-liter canisters and a large bag.
I naturally joined Lekh with Arthur.
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