The good spring weather this year came quite early, so by the first days of May there was a confident heat, at least swim, unless the reservoirs had not yet had time to warm up.
Every year on these dates, my wife and I try to use the holiday weekend to go outdoors and roast meat.
This year was no exception, my wife Marina and I came to a small plot on the banks of a local river.
The place, I must say, is quite secluded, since there simply is not enough space for a large company here, and for a married couple without children it is the most.
I've known this place since I was a kid, when I went fishing here with a friend.
Today, as I expected, it was just us, which Marina took advantage of as soon as she dressed in a black swimsuit to sunbathe in the spring sun.
For a moment I admired the figure of my wife while I was packing the tent.
I met her when I was already quite an adult, an accomplished man, and at that moment she was still a very young girl, which she probably will remain for me.
Marina is almost ten years younger than me, I am 36, she is 27, so her figure is now in its prime.
Hastily setting up our tent, I pulled out a table so that my wife could start making small cuts of food.
And while she's cooking, I decided to make a bonfire.
We brought a small barbecue with us so as not to run along the shore in search of bricks, so after disassembling it, I only had to find a couple of dry chips to let the coals burn.
Right next to us, due to the recent rise in water, all the sticks were too wet, and I had to go away from the river.
To my misfortune, I came across completely unsuitable fragments of branches, sometimes too big, sometimes too rotten, in short, I disappeared away from my wife for at least ten minutes.
When I finally managed to collect everything I needed, I moved back towards the tent, and as I got closer, I unexpectedly heard a man's voice.
-- Well, my name is Igor, of course I did not expect that I would meet someone here. I've been walking around for a week now, all alone. - I heard a hoarse bass voice.
-- Well, yes, we have just arrived, my husband went to get branches for a fire, we thought we would stay here for a couple of days. -- The spouse answered the stranger.
-- Yes, relax, maybe it will be more interesting with the company. Just don't make too much noise, otherwise you'll scare the fish away. I'll get up ten meters further from you, I won't interfere. As I got closer, I could already see a large bearded man waving somewhere to the side. It was hard to tell his age right off the bat, but it seemed like he was older than me.
-- Okay, we'll do our best. -- My wife promised.
-- Oh, and this, I wanted to ask. Do you have a cucumber or a tomato? I even forgot to take provisions with me today, but I don't want to go back yet.
-- Uh, yeah, I'll get it now. -- Marina turned to the package that was lying near the tent and bent down to get a couple of cucumbers. I was almost approaching them and clearly saw how the man stared at my wife's ass with shining eyes.
-- Wow, that's certainly the charm you have. A hundred percent workhorse, I'll tell you. The fisherman whistled.
- What? -- Marina did not understand at first what exactly the stranger was talking about, but at that moment he slapped her right on the ass with his big palm. -- Hey! What are you doing?! Are you completely fucked up or something?
I was already about five meters away from them behind the bushes, but from such insolence, I just fell into a stupor and stopped.
Assessing the chances, I realized that the he is winner would most likely come out of the fight, but my wife's buttock, reddened from a slap, attracted more attention.
If you take away the indignation that flared up in a second, then you can say that what you saw was even exciting.
-- What are you shouting at? I paid you a compliment, and you usually have to take them, not yell at people. Haven't you been brought up at all? Okay, I'm off, and you calm down, come on. You can't talk to people like that, otherwise I'll tell your husband to teach you, but if he can't, I'll show him how to teach. The fisherman was indignant and went in the direction indicated earlier, leaving Marina standing alone with her mouth open from unheard--of impudence.
When I finally came to my senses, I was able to move from my place and go out to my wife, who decided to continue cutting the salad as if nothing had happened.
-- I heard a voice, was there someone here? -- I pretended like I didn't see anything.
-- Yes, some local fisherman went over there, said he would sit fishing, and asked us not to shout. My wife answered me irritably.
-- Okay, why are you mad? Well, he came, let him rest. We'll treat him to meat.
-- What kind of fucking meat! Why have you been following these branches for so long? So you leave somehow, and I'll be stolen and raped! It hurts me to get high talking to the locals here. Marina continued to be indignant
-- What's gotten into you? Well, he came and came, everything happens, this place is public. Come on calm down, I'll light the coals for now. -- I perfectly understood my wife's irritation, but for some reason decided to hide for now that I had seen everything, and went straight to the barbecue, leaving Marina alone to calm down.
It was interesting that my wife decided not to inform me about the obscene action of the fisherman, apparently because she could also assess the unequal chances in a fight.
But on the other hand, I felt that she was uncomfortable being on our vacation now.
However, when the coals were already hot and the aroma of well-marinated meat began to spread around, Marina nevertheless became a little kinder.
Soon the barbecue was ready and sitting down by the river, we had a delicious meal, enjoying the nature around.
After lunch, the wife decided to lie on the sand to sunbathe and can sleep for half an hour.
