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Discovering Banya:Ch. 3-Boris, Hero Of Brighton Beach, Meets Eve, Banya Girl

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The day after the hurricane the waves were huge at Brighton Beach.  The Russian part of the population had defied the emergency evacuation order and now crossed the yellow police tape to have a look.One person stepped out of the crowd, let his robe drop, and strode proudly naked to take the plunge.  Boris rode the breakers up and down, past the jetty, accompanied by roaring applause from the appreciative group remaining on shore.Several hours later, Eve, who had witnessed the fantastic event went shopping at a small nearby Russian market.  On entering, she followed protocol and left her pocketbook at the front of the store while she shopped. Noting the presence of mistrust, Eve examined some roast chicken.  She began to separate a portion to buy.Immediately, a burly man advanced into her space and got into her face. He spoke loudly in Russian with a demeaning tone. The other shoppers discreetly looked in her direction.Before she could say fuck off, a booming voice came over Eve’s shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, mudak.”Eve saw fear in the store manager’s face as he backed away and said obsequiously, “Yes, Colonel.”Eve turned around.  She recognized the stocky behemoth before her.  Their eyes met in mutual pleasure.“You are the swimmer from this morning.  It was truly a magnificent performance.  You are definitely the hero of Brighton Beach today!”“Yes! I am Boris. And you I recognize also. You are the famous Banya girl, an American legend.”When Eve began to blush (for evidently, she reflected, word of a few misguided blowjobs gets around), Boris took her hand and gallantly kissed ankara travesti it.He peered intently into her eyes.“I teach you the winter swim if you like. We start now and you will still be swimming in January and all through the winter snow storms.  Meet me tomorrow morning, 6am on the beach, first jetty.”He smiled and passed through the door.The next day Eve strolled onto the beach. Boris did not seem surprised to see her. The jetty shielded them from the wind as he started talking.“Banya girl, the water is the great equalizer. It humbles us all. Try not to concern yourself with how cold you think it might be, nor worry about how cold it could be after you get out. Stay in the present moment, dorogoy, eliminate everything else from your mind, and that way it won’t seem any colder than it really is. You just strip, go in, come out and run like hell until you feel warm again!”Eve stripped with some hesitation. Slowly she revealed herself. Boris watched with complete admiration as pendulous breasts rolled out of her bra. Then Eve exposed her wide hips, bookends for the great bush of hair which covered her sexy under-mouth.Boris’s stiff member quickly changed shape as he took the plunge. He swam frantically, like some crazed flapping bird. Eve followed with a yell. The cold water cut into her big ass like a saw. As she stumbled deeper, Eve felt blades of ice on the lips of her pussy.“Think of the fire, Banya girl.  Dive in, take a few strokes,” said Boris as he exited from the water.Eve dunked and resurfaced immediately. She scrambled back to shore. For a moment, travesti ankara she completely forgot who she was. She tried to find her breath as cold needles drove her towards Boris, who hugged her mightily.“You have known the fire.  Now you know the ice! Let’s run!”Boris turned and took the lead, heading towards Sea Point where the Hudson meets the ocean. Absorbing the energy of the rising sun, they passed the many rock jetties of Coney, the skating rink, the marvelous Ferris wheel, and the rickety wooden roller coaster.Boris and Eve ran wild and free in the morning light. Eve proved the faster of the two but every so often Eve would stoop to gather quarters from the tops of chiseled sand, giving Boris a mouthwatering view of her under parts. Her labia hung loosely and her bush blew in the wind. Boris watched her from behind, reminded of ancient Atalanta. Gazing at Eve’s cunt made Boris come alive and he picked up his step. He experienced his blood moving to his skin surfaces, neutralizing the cold and warming his soul.At the end of the beach,  they looked across and saw Jersey. They circled back and began to retrace their steps for the return run to Brighton Beach.Boris picked up the pace and Eve could feel the rush of blood and sweat batting back the remnants of cold in her body.  Boris shouted, “Follow me!”  He then took a detour, climbed a jetty and carefully ran along the top.About midway over the jetty, he lowered himself through a crevice and let himself down a ladder cut into the boulder. Eve was right behind him. After Boris lit a lantern, she ankara travestiler could discern multiple pallets covered with Persian rugs that created a floor on top of the sandy bottom of the jetty. The rocks and boulders formed a cave-like room.Boris built a small fire out of dried driftwood. Eve reclined against a rounded boulder. She rested her elbows on concave indentures of rock. She flexed the knee and hip of her left leg and opened herself to Boris, who had gotten quite stiff watching her perform.Boris lubed her up with fish oil and Vaseline. Eye to eye they started to dance. Eve murmured in his ear, “Baby, put a little sugar in my bowl.” Boris looked over her shoulders, through the cracks in the jetty, watching the smooth flight of gulls accompanied by the rhythmic flow of the waves.Boris slowly moved his rigid column in time with the incoming tide. With each wave, he deepened his thrust. Invigorated by the smell of the sea, the cries of the gulls and Eve’s wet cunt, Boris was ready to come. All the while, Eve played him like a harmonica. She used the muscles of her vagina to press and pull his dick. A sudden python-like squeeze and Boris was coming.Tightening, Boris took a big draw of breath and withdrew his penis. He spun Eve around and let out a stream of sperm all over the wrinkly surface of her budlike bum hole.  Eve, in turn, pirouetted swiftly and licked his knob clean.That evening, Boris and Eve walked the boardwalk arm in arm, feeling the pleasant warmth flowing between them. The old world of Russia came alive as couples of all ages strolled along, accompanied by the charming music of the accordion and violin. Boris and Eve sauntered down the wooden walkway, past the lit-up rows of Russian restaurants, feeling the full ambience of Little Odessa (the affectionate Russian name for Brighton Beach, the city by the sea).

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