Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 54

The thought of swimming in the nude appealed to "our" girls." Despite the fact that I thought she was the most modest of the bunch, Mirella was the first to go for it. She threw off the top of her bikini, which barely hid her protruding breasts, and then the bottom part which consisted of a string that was gorged into the cleft of her backside. Since her bikini left nothing to the imagination, when she took it off completely, it made no impression on anybody. Her twin sister did the same and it was not long after that the rest followed.

Gert sat down between us to enjoy the unique spectacle. It was the first time that a sea of girls' buttocks surrounded him from all directions. Elia then came and also lay down on the beach. There was no doubt that we all loved the view.

One of the fishermen set up a small makeshift "restaurant" next to his hut. He spread out a fisherman's net onto four poles and under it he put some white plastic tables and chairs. In the center he placed a homemade grill, constructed out of an iron grate welded on to a tin box, underneath which he put the hot charcoals. The food was served on disposable plates. The fish was fresh, straight from the sea, cleaned on the spot and immediately placed on the grill. The prices were ridiculous; a dollar and a half for fresh delicious fish. It was seasoned with a little coarse salt and some crushed garlic.

We called everybody to eat. Since there was no menu, it was easy to order; fish for everyone. We ordered beer, which had been chilled in a barrel of cold water.

After the first round, Claudio and Elia ordered another portion of fish, while I shared with Mirella and her sister a large fish which the fisherman sliced for us into steaks.

After such a meal, we all desperately needed a rest. We had to drag ourselves to our rooms. I was barely able to reach my room, as the lukewarm beer caused a banging sensation in my head. My head suddenly felt very heavy and Mirella had to help me up the steps. As soon as I got into the room, I fell on the bed and instantly fell asleep in my clothes.

When I finally woke up it was already dark. It was quiet, and all I heard was the frogs croaking outside. I washed my face and left the room to see where everybody was. Nobody was in the hallway, so I went downstairs to see if they were there. I went out to the parking lot and, much to my surprise, both vans were gone. I stood there wondering where they could have gone. It was nearly eleven o'clock and here I was, alone in the hotel.

I was ready to go back to my room, when suddenly a Romanian couple came out of their room and began walking to the parking lot.

"Excuse me. Do either of you speak English or Italian?"I asked.

Just then, I turned into a side street when I suddenly noticed our two vans parked next to each other not far from a dance club. The lights in the club were dim, but I was able to see my friends through the front window. I saw Claudio and Roxana clapping their hands, next to them Elia sat shirtless, and what looked like two people were dancing on the table. I could not see the upper half of their bodies well because a curtain partially hid them.

The sight I saw when I walked in struck me like lightning. Gert who was completely drunk, was dancing in his underwear on the table with a beautiful blonde girl, a head taller than him, totally naked from the waist up and wearing a super short miniskirt. When she bent over while dancing, you could not fail to notice that she was not wearing panties.

Elia applauded and occasionally stopped to take a sip of beer from the huge glass in front of him. Mirella and her sister Silvia sat next to each other swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. When they saw me they waved and Mirella even blew me a kiss.

The bass that could be heard in the background of the heavy metal music caused me to shake as it reverberated off my chest. The atmosphere was electrifying. Everybody was loaded with alcohol and completely loose. Seeing my friend Gert dancing in his underwear on the table cuddling up to a blonde stranger was indescribable; it was like seeing but not believing.