Memoirs of a Gallant Captain
It was already late; our neighbor, a retired captain, was sitting next to me, quite drunk by then, and telling me his story. I was amazed by his face and was constantly gnawed by a burning curiosity—what kind of beauty could have stunned him like that for the rest of his life? What was so special about her? In my own not always pious life, I had seen beauties too, even managed to have some, and more than once, let's be honest... But to talk about her like that, after so many years...
— ...And her hair was like a nymph's, beautiful, fluffy... And she herself was simply of unearthly beauty, this incredible Alina... And how she walked
through Milan airport—my heart skipped a beat and stopped... And her smile lit up the entire airport, Italians stopped and watched her go with adoration, and as for that hot macho... Better not to speak, if those looks were material... And how her blue eyes sparkled... And how she smiled!As our captain described her, I was simply delighted—the conveyed mixture of fierce admiration, adoration, and rapture. Especially he, and everyone around, went crazy from her smiles. And yet she simply smiled at that macho walking nearby, and they went their separate ways, and the beauty tucked his business card into the eternal female safe, but in such a way that everyone around gasped at the sight of her wonderful breasts.
Many completely lost their minds from her smiles, and she, simply following the age-old custom of all beautiful young women, apparently starting from Eve or Lilith, simply couldn't live a day without scattering a few coquettish smiles, deftly aiming at all men within reach. And how she introduced herself—"Alina"—and the heart skipped a beat again... You say her name and the letters jump off your tongue one by one and, hitting your teeth, go further. A-li-na... And on top of that, her incredible, simply unearthly beauty—that definitely knocked you off your feet.
...I flew as a co-pilot on charter flights several times, even though I'm a military pilot. But for a couple of charters, I earned as much as in a year of service—who would refuse such "moonlighting," the general turns a blind eye to such side jobs. So now, being on vacation, my longtime acquaintance Igor Savitsky and I are flying to Milan on an excellent "Cessna," a cool plane from this nimble private company. Right now, there are twelve people of various genders and merits in the cabin, and this beauty on the right, in her daring super-mini and tight top, clearly outlining her magnificent breasts, is sitting next to an elderly lady.
I look in the mirror—and the macho on the left is spinning like a top, as if he has a nail in his... seat or he's simply going crazy over this Alina. So he persuaded that plump madam to switch seats and now he's sitting next to the beauty. I saw later at the airport how they said goodbye. And a day later, in the morning, we're flying to North Africa. Igor had a feeling, he was so uneasy, asked to postpone the flight—Typhoon Catalina is coming, but these businessmen, do they understand weather forecasts? They have only one forecast—money, cash, dollars. And so, at one point, we were tossed like a splinter, and at an altitude of three kilometers. Typhoons all have female names—cruel!
Alina just asked me to open the luggage compartment in the tail of the plane—her doll was left in her bag, her lucky doll. I understood her immediately; all pilots are very superstitious, I always carry a talisman in my pocket myself. And just as she took that little doll in her hands, we were thrown against each other, our Cessna started spinning, there was screaming and noise in the cabin, Alina was quietly squealing with fear, and I was in rapture, and at such a moment—I could hug this lovely creature tightly, enjoying the touch of her, and then we were shoved and I was already lying on top of her. Oh, we men, what are we like—it's time to die, and I'm pressing this incomparable beauty to myself tightly-tightly and, honestly, I'm just blissing out! Unbelievable, what ecstasy—in the last minutes-seconds of my life to find myself between the legs of this incredibly beautiful young woman.
The impact was terrible, the tail was simply torn off. We came to, still tightly in an embrace, and both were stunned again... No other word fits! A light breeze, palm trees swaying their tops, right in front of us shoots of some tree, and at the top, you simply can't believe your eyes—bananas! Total madness! And where are we—in paradise already! We crawled out slowly, covered in bruises, but alive, and then the bright light hit our eyes—the ocean! The sun reflects like that, its sparks fly across the light waves, and what incredible smells, strong, bright colors of plants around—so where are we?
— Anatoly Ivanovich, where are we? Are we dreaming? Why are we here? Where are the others? Are we alive or already... I'm kind of scared...
Good questions, but there are no answers yet, I'm in complete shock and stupor myself, and I have a magnificent bump on the back of my head. Oop-pa!—and here's a tiny stream, I went to it, wet the bump and washed my face, drank some water—fresh, tasty, felt much better. And I raised my head—walking towards me across the sand is simply a forest nymph or even a young goddess, descended from the heavens to our sinful earth, she's all glowing in the shimmering light of golden rays, the sun shines on her back and seems to carry her in its solar chariot. It's Alina! And again a bunch of questions, and when I said that we're on an island, and when they'll find us—maybe tomorrow, maybe never, she suddenly started sobbing—it finally sank in! Yes, it's an island, definitely seems uninhabited, yes in the ocean, somewhere definitely beyond Madagascar now, there's just a scattering of such small islands here.
— Anatoly Ivanovich, so he will call me, and my phone... He'll think I don't want to talk to him... Why me, why me,—and she suddenly started hitting my chest with her little fists. I hugged her again, we stood like that for a long time, my whole shirt on my chest was wet. Then it dawned on me too—the macho! That's why she's in such shock—seems they have feelings, and the typhoon separated them and for a long time, if not forever. And in general, in our situation, you'd sob!
Still, I was a military pilot, we were taught survival methods a bit, though in Russian conditions, but here... Actually, it's even better here, eternal summer, there's even a stream of fresh water, bananas, and something hanging on the palm tree, so we'll live, we won't die. And after rummaging in the luggage compartment, I found a tent, and blankets, even Evian mineral water turned up. Food wasn't great, only apparently in that plump lady's bag there were plenty of smoked meats and several cans of crab meat. As for bread, you can just forget it! But bananas, just a sea of them!
At night, Alina hugged me tightly and, constantly drenching me with her abundant, bitter tears, gave her confession. Yes, there is no sadder tale in the world...
— ...having persuaded the elderly lady to switch, this handsome guy introduced himself—"Vittorio"—and started an interesting conversation. If he, quite fluent in Russian, as he often visits St. Petersburg on business, had started giving ordinary male compliments, I wouldn't have paid attention to him. Yes, I'm beautiful, I'm a photo-model, so these male raptures are really tiresome. I graduated from a technical university and am not a fool at all, I'm interested in intelligent men, not machos, but here my heart unexpectedly skipped a beat—we simply communicated wonderfully.
We simply talked, it was very interesting for me, no compliments and, especially, various male vulgarities. It was so interesting and exciting! I should have been born with my mentality in the 19th century! I told him about myself, and Vittorio, that he works for a well-known design firm, they recently finished an interesting job—a new type of "Mercedes Sprinter," turned out quite well, a bunch of orders for the new minibus came in immediately. And yet nothing really new, just changed the appearance. When saying goodbye, he gave me his phone number and already at the airport left his business card.
The next day there were photo shoots, and in the evening I called Vittorio. He was so happy! It was a wonderful evening! We walked through the night city, holding hands, constantly kissing on every corner, and in one place he deftly picked oranges from an orange tree and we ate them sitting on a bench. And how wonderfully it is to kiss afterwards—I would freeze and tremble all over. We washed our sticky hands in a fountain, and Vittorio cheekily splashed water on my white top, on purpose, immediately my whole chest was highlighted, and he immediately became, as if stunned, and stared at my chest without looking away, it even seemed to me that the top immediately became hot.
And when he hugged me, and my hand found his magnificent endowment, I gasped—wow! Wow!—you could be stunned, it's no less than twenty centimeters!
— Vittorio, how will it enter me? Your "handsome" simply won't fit inside me?—I was trembling all over, I was all wet, I was all afraid and at the same time dreamed that he would enter me as soon as possible.
How masculine, strong, and tender he is! And when did he manage to lay me on the bed and take off my weightless panties? Soon I was all wet again from his tenderness, my legs spread apart by themselves and I gasped loudly—"it" slowly, too slowly, but very persistently entered me. I almost lost consciousness from the first orgasm—how sweet it was for me!
Our simply honeymoon night lasted so long, was so sweet, I almost lost consciousness from pleasure, reaching the highest peak of sexual enjoyment. Then Vittorio, having come on my tummy, got up slightly and, touching a key, lay down next to me again and we began to be enveloped by the magical melodies of my favorite "Scorpions." And then my most favorite piece "Maybe I Maybe You"—I dissolved in the tender bliss of wonderful music, and Vittorio carried me to the bathroom and, after a shower, wiping me with a towel, tenderly and gently wanders with his tongue over my tummy, and then he found the small mysterious hollow in the middle of my tummy and doesn't want to leave it, and I have goosebumps running all over my body.
In the morning, Vittorio told me that when I lay on my stomach, the lines of my back were so perfect, and the dimples on my buttocks so tempting, that seeing and thinking about my bottom as a whole, he completely lost his mind. The sex games we invented for each other that night had nothing in common with German pornography, but nevertheless, they were bold, tender, and stunningly unusual, giving us both incredible pleasure. That night we so greedily explored each other that we didn't want to break our embrace. It was happiness!
Happiness, why aren't you infinite? I remember the old Iranian film "The Long Night," how the heroes were simply horrified by the coming of morning—they had to part! Yes, we had to part too, I was flying out in the afternoon. Seeing me off, Vittorio confessed his love to me and asked for my hand. All five members of my delegation were in shock, and I was happy. I'll finish the photo shoots and then come to him, we'll always be together, I promised, and he, grabbing me in his arms, carried me around the hall and laughed.
Want to make God laugh—tell him your plans! Do you remember, Anatoly Ivanovich, the sensational film "Envy of the Gods"? That's probably what happened to me too, happiness was so fleeting. And Vittorio will call, and he'll get—"The subscriber is out of coverage area or switched off." Now we'll never see each other, never! And she started sobbing again!
Exhausted by her story and her experiences, Alina fell fast asleep by morning, and I admired her beautiful face for a long time, tenderly holding her in my embrace and, also tenderly stroking the beauty over all her wonderful curves, then fell asleep too. We won't die of hunger, nor of cold, but when they'll find us here—that's a big question! But with such a stunning beauty, any man is ready to live even on this uninhabited island until the end of his days, being in complete pleasure.
Now this hot Italian handsome man will suffer terribly, thinking that the treacherous beauty acted very treacherously—treacherously abandoning him after a stunning night of passionate love. But it's okay, my friend Vittorio, I suffer too—next to such a girl, curvaceous, indecently educated, well-read and intelligent, and also charming and simply an incredible beauty, and I'm afraid to even stroke her one extra time, so she won't start hating me. But that's how it has historically developed on our planet, that all male individuals very often suffer because of their unbridled, yet natural passion for the fair sex.
And judging by Alina—for the very fair! And so it was in the fifteenth century, and so it will be in the twenty-first... Men suffer, but still can't do without the source of their suffering, wonderful women of all ages, who are simultaneously sources of inspiration, enjoyment, and sometimes simply sources of worship.
And what will happen between us on this small patch of land? Though the conditions here are paradisiacal—excellent constant weather, wonderful fishing will be, and a couple of excellent fishing rods were found in the luggage, there are bananas, coconuts, a small stream of fresh water. And now, on my shoulder rests the head of one of the most beautiful young women in Europe. She's about 23, I'm 35. And, even though I'm single, I clearly have no chance, although this lovely creature shattered my heart to pieces back in St. Petersburg, smiling at me when boarding our plane.
We'll live—we'll see! But I'm already happy that we survived, that fate, crossing out the happy ending of Alina and Vittorio's relationship, brought me together on this uninhabited island with this simply stunning girl of unearthly beauty.