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Erica's first time

A young woman's summer job turns into her first time.
This story is about my first time. That’s right, my first time being fucked by a hard cock.

I am from a small town somewhere in Northern Europe. You know the kind of place, one shop, everyone knows everyone and if you as much as kiss a guy on the street you are branded a slut by the entire village.

My name is Erica, and at the time I was dating a guy named Karl. We were both seventeen and madly in love. He tried to have sex with me on several occasions, but I always said no. I wouldn’t even touch his cock except on the outside of his pants. He was all over my tits, but I never let him touch skin, I was worried that if we ever broke up, he would tell.

Talking about boobs. I’m around five foot, eight, and have a light body. My boobs are somewhere between a B and C cup, depending on what brand of bra I use. I think my best feature is my face. People always tell me I am very pretty and that I remind them of that girl in the first Transformer movie. My hair ends below my shoulders and is dark brown and wavy.

Life in the village wasn’t much fun. The winters were long and cold, and the summers too short and rainy. So, when I saw an ad on the internet from a company looking for Representatives to work on the Balearic island that summer I applied. Karl would be working all summer on his parents’ farm so I wouldn’t see much of him anyway, and it hurt.

After filling out an online application I sent my extremely thin CV to the company and waited. I had almost given up when three months later, in April, I got an answer. I had been hired! They told me a ticket would be waiting for me at the airport and that I was to fly out on the first of May.

When I told my parents they weren’t very happy about it. I had never been abroad, I didn’t even own a passport. I explained to them that I wanted to have this experience, and that I promised to be careful and call home every day.

The following day my father drove me to the closest police station where I applied for a passport. It arrived two weeks later and I was so happy.

Karl wasn’t. He told me he would miss me and that I had to promise not to meet any guys while down there. I promised and we kissed. He begged me to let him make love to me before I left, but I said no.

When I arrived at the airport in Ibiza I followed everyone down to the luggage area, and I was lucky. My bag was the second to come out. I had been told by e-mail someone would pick me up and take me to the hotel where I would be staying.

As I walked through the doors to the arrival hall I saw a man standing with my name on a piece of paper. I walked up to him and said, “That’s me.”

“Welcome to Ibiza. You can call me Mike. My full name is too long and complicated to pronounce.”

“Okay, Mike, where to?”

He took my bag, which I thought was very sweet of him. Mike looked to be in is late thirties or early forties. He wasn’t overly fit, and not very tall. I followed him out to the parking lot where he stopped by a little car with several scratches on it.

“Sorry, I left the Ferrari at home,” he said with a grin.

“Oh, it’s okay, I left my private jet at home.”

His laugh was quiet but warm. He opened the trunk and put in my bag, and then he opened the passenger door for me.

As he put the car in gear I said, “How long have you been with the company?”

“This is my second summer. I work at the airport.”

I opened my window and put out my arm. The sun was warm and my white skin looked horrible in the strong light.

“Have you ever been to Ibiza?” he said.

“No, I have never been outside my town.”

“Wow, then this will be a bit of a culture shock for you.”

I turned to him, and said, “Why do you say that?”

He laughed. “Oh, you will see.”

He took a cigarette from a pack in his breast pocket and offered it to me. “No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

“Okay,” he let go of the steering wheel and lit the cigarette. I was a bit concerned since we were now on a bigger road with a lot of traffic.

A few minutes later he turned off the main road onto a smaller street and three blocks later he stopped outside a small hotel. “Here we are, this area is called Playa den Bossa. This is your hotel. Just go inside and tell your name to the receptionist. At three we have a meeting.”

He pointed at another hotel a block further down and told me to be there, on time. I watched him drive away and then walked into the tiny lobby.

I gave the receptionist my name, and she gave me some forms to fill out. While I did, she said, “Your roommate is here already. Her name is Anne, I think she is still in the room.”

I thanked her and took the key she gave me. I walked up a flight of stairs and turned right down a corridor. There were three doors on either side and mine was the last on the right. I knocked, but when there was no answer I opened the door.

The room was dark, and I could hardly see anything. I cleared my throat, and said, “Hello?”

I heard someone turning in a bed. “Hello, I am Erica, your roommate,” I said.

“Hi, you can turn the light on, but don’t open the drapes, the sun is too strong.”

I found the switch and when the light came on I saw I was standing in a room with two beds. The one furthest from me had a form in it that moved and a hand appeared waiving at me. “I’m Anne.”

“Nice to meet you.”

The form was quiet and I put my bag on the empty bed, and began to unpack.

An hour later I was ready to go out and have a look around. Anne was still sleeping so I left her alone. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt I closed the door behind me and walked down to the lobby.

“Everything okay?” asked the receptionist.

“Yes, thank you. I am going out for a walk.”

“Take this with you,” she handed me a map of the area where the hotel was marked the an X. “This way you won’t get lost.”

My hotel was just two blocks from a main street with many shops, restaurants and bars. I bought a drink and then an ice cream. The sidewalk was full of people, many of the guys had no shirts and the girls wore bikini tops above shorts. I had never seen so many half naked men and women in my life. It was a bit of a shock. Many of them were already drunk and it was just noon. I walked the main street until it ran out of bars and shops and then crossed it and walked back on the other side. When I was back at the hotel I was sweating and needed a shower.

When I opened the door to my room Anne was awake and talking on her phone. She was a tall girl, with blond hair and a fit body. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was only wearing her panties and her boobs were full with little pink nipples. I looked away and went into the bathroom.

When I came out she was dressed and sat on her bed.

“Okay, let’s talk room rules.”

I dried my hair and said, “Okay.”

“No guys in the room, ever. No food, cookies, or any other kind of snacks. It draws roaches and ants. We don’t have a fridge in here, so any drink you bring will become warm fast, but I suggest you keep a couple of bottles of water her anyway.”

“Thanks for the advice. I take it this isn’t your first summer here.”

She laughed. “No, no, this is my third.”

“Cool, then you can show me the ropes.”

“Where will you be based?”

“I have no idea.”

“I work Playa den Bossa, and the airport sometimes, with Mike. I guess they will tell you at the meeting where you will be working.”

“Mike brought me here, nice guy.”

“Yeah, but boring.”

I put on a clean T shirt and my shorts. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, sometimes we all go out for a drink together, but he never joins us.”

“Well, he is a bit older, maybe he had a family.”

“No, he doesn’t. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”

I smiled at the thought of Karl. “Yeah, I do, and I already miss him.”

Anne gave me a wicked smile. “You won’t in a week or so.”

“Why do you say that?”

She opened her arms. “Because this is Ibiza, and everyone forgets they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend back home when they are here.”

“Well, I won’t.”

She stood up and took my hand. “We’ll see, it’s time to go to the meeting.”

When Anne and I walked into the small conference room where the meeting was held, I saw Mike sitting to one side at a table. He was concentrated on rolling cigarettes and paid us no attention. Up front was a woman in her forties. In front of her was a guy in his late twenties.

“Oh, hi Anne, and you must be Erica, welcome.”

The older woman walked up to me and continued, “I’m Martha, and the manager. Please, have a seat.”

Anne and I sat down behind the guy and Martha introduced him as Steve. Martha gave us a one hour speech about the changes that had been made from the last summer. Erica, and Steve took notes, while Mike kept on rolling cigarettes. I made some notes too, but most of the things Martha said went over my head. Since I had no experience, I had no clue what she was going on about. At one point she turned to me, and said, “Erica, you will be at the airport with Mike. You can go there after the meeting and he will show you how things work.”

“Okay, cool.”

Mike said nothing.

We all had some coffee together in the bar and I learned Steve was from Scottland, and it was his second summer in Ibiza. He was nice and very funny, but his eyes kept on focusing in on my boobs, which made me a bit uncomfortable. When we were done Mike said, “Meet me outside.”

I walked out into the sun that was so strong I had to close my eyes while I looked for my sunglasses in the purse. During the five minutes I had to wait for him I began to sweat like never before, even the tips of my elbows were wet.

“Okay, ready?” I turned and saw Mike light a cigarette behind me.

“I guess I am.”

The drive to the airport took no more than ten minutes. He drove through a gate where he waived a badge and was let through.

“The employees park here, but that doesn’t really concern you. I’ll take you to work.”

“Thanks.”

When we arrived inside the terminal the air was cool and I sighed. Mike walked over to a closed office and opened the door using a key. Inside was a table with a computer, a file cabinet, and a bookshelf full of folders and a printer.

He motioned for me to sit down and then began explaining what the airport job was about.

It seemed to be easy enough, check people off a list and send them to the right bus, a piece of cake. He gave me a short tour of the airport showing me where the different entities I might have to work with was located, such as police, customs, lost luggage and so on

When we were done, he locked the office and I followed him back to the car.

“Do you and Steve share a room?" I asked, on the way back.

He gave me a look like if I was crazy. “No, we sure don’t. I pay extra for my single room, but it’s worth it. I like my cigarettes and to go to bed at a normal time. Steve likes to party, and doesn’t smoke.”

“Oh, I see. Anne seems nice.”

“She is, but she can be a bit bitchy if you catch her before her first cup of coffee.”

I laughed. “Aren’t we all?”

The weeks flew by and before I knew it high season came around. We had up to nine flights a day and the amount of passengers, we attended to was staggering. The work itself wasn’t hard, the only difficult part was tracking down clients that were drunk and got lost in the airport. The bus couldn’t leave until everyone was on board.

Mike was a fantastic co-worker, and a nice guy. He would buy me a coffee, or a sandwich and always made sure I got the easy busses without the drunks.

On one of my free days in late June I decided to go to a beach I had heard about. It was on the other side of the island, so I took the bus. When I arrived just after ten in the morning it was still quiet. Only a few couples and a family or two. I went to the other end of the beach and put down my towel. I had decided I was going to go topless. That was one of the reasons I had chosen that beach.

After work we usually met up with other Reps in the area and had drinks. I knew that they tended to go to the beaches closer to the hotel where they lived, so I went to this one. Those nights were a lot of fun, but also an eye opener for me. Several of the women I got to know would be considered sluts where I came from. They would meet some random guy in a bar, dance for a while and then go home and fuck him.

The next evening they gladly told us about the experience, and my jaw dropped more than once. Not only that, sometimes I would lie awake at night touching my pussy and fantasizing what it would be like to be fucked. I imagined it being me escaping with some hot man into the night, and then later lay down on his bed with his hard body on top of me. My fingers would move down to my pussy and I would be so wet I couldn’t help myself, I rubbed my clit until I came silently in the dark.

I would use my middle finger to rub my love button while the index and ring finger would press my meaty pussy lips together. It often happened that men would ask me to dance, which I did, but nothing more. I was told by the other girls, that I was a prude, and that I had to let go, and enjoy myself a little. I told them about Karl, but they scoffed.

Over the last two weeks I had begun to reconsider my situation. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to feel how it was to be fucked by a cock, and how it was to hold it in my hand. Maybe it was the atmosphere that did it, but I realized I walked around horny most of the day. There were so many good looking people around me and most of them showed a lot of skin. I had decided that if I met the right guy, I would do it. I had turned eighteen on the second of May, and it was time I had some cock. Sadly, it wouldn’t be Karl’s, but maybe it was better this way.

I looked around and made sure no one was close by and then I undid my bikini top and put in my beach bag. I made sure I put on sun cream, and then I laid down. It was still early in the morning and the sun wasn’t too strong. It felt fantastic laying there with the morning breeze kissing my skin. My nipples turned hard and I giggled. For a second I thought about taking off my bikini bottoms also. I wanted to feel the breeze caress my hot pussy, but decided against it.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes the sun had moved and was ten times stronger. I got up and walked down to the water. It was warm and I slowly walked into the small waves until the water reached my boobs, and then I dove in and swam under the surface until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. When I came up I floated on the surface and giggled at my nipples sticking up like little pink periscopes.

When I was back on my towel I realized I was a bit hungry and checked my phone for the time. It was one in the afternoon, and lunch time. There was a bar some twenty feet behind me and to my left, so I took my purse and walked over the burning hot sand.

I ordered a hamburger and a soft drink and then sat and watched the people around me. The burger was alright, but overpriced. When I had paid I went back to my towel and put on more sun cream, then I took out a book and began to read. I love reading and became so engrossed in the book that I lost track of time. Suddenly things were quiet around me and I put the book down. People were packing up and walking back to the parking lot. I checked the time, and saw that it was after four in the afternoon.

After putting the book away, I lay on my back, figuring I could get another thirty minutes of sun before I had to go back and catch the bus.

“Of all the beaches on this island, and you have to be on mine,” said a voice.

I opened my eyes, but all I saw was a silhouette of a man standing by my feet. I realized he could see my boobs and even though I had showed them off all day, I blushed. I grabbed my T-shirt and covered them.

“No need to be shy around me, I am not a stranger.”

I realized who it was, it was Mike. “What are you doing here?” I said, and sat up. He pointed at a fishing rod, he was holding in his left hand. “What does it look like?”

“Oh, okay. How are you?”

“Fine, but you need to get out of the sun.”

“Why?”

He lit a cigarette and pointed at me. “You look like a lobster, you are red.”

I looked down at my body, but through my sunglasses my skin looked fine. When I took them off I realized what he meant. “Oh, God, this is going to hurt tonight.”

“It doesn’t have to. C’mon, join me for a while and then I’ll drive us back. Put on your T-shirt and shorts and follow me.”

I did and he walked ahead of me to the rocks at the end of the beach and then followed a track until we reach a big rock. He pointed at a ledge about five feet above the water. ”Sit there, it’s out of the sun.”

He took out a water bottle from his backpack and gave it to me. “Thanks,” I said.

Mike got his fishing gear ready and while I watched him a chill ran down my spine, I shivered and when he saw me, he said, “that’s the sunburn letting its self being known. You will shiver for a while, but it’s normal.”

After an hour of fishing where he only caught two fish he began to pack up his gear. I had stopped shivering, but was hungry and dying for a beer.

While he drove back to our hotel we talked about work, and how long he had been on the island. He said that he enjoyed the winters while most people didn’t. I asked if he had a girlfriend and he gave me a sly smile. “Girlfriend? In Ibiza, no.”

“Why not?”

“It would be like bringing food to a buffet, by the way, have you spoken to your boyfriend?”

The question made me feel guilty. I hadn’t spoken to Karl in over a week, and had ignored his text messages. My old life seemed so trivial, and I didn’t know what to say to him apart from that I was fine and everything was going well.

When Mike had parked he said, “Come to my room, I will give you a lotion to put on your skin.”

“I have some in my room,” I said, not wanting to be a problem.

“Not like mine.”

His room was surprisingly clean for a single man’s pad. His bed was made, there we no clothes thrown on the floor, and no old pizza boxes or empty beer bottles.

“Have a beer, they are in the fridge,” he said and went into the bathroom.

I looked around and spotted a mini fridge under the desk. I had to get one of those, I thought. I took out a bottle and used my room key to open it. Then I went out onto the balcony. There were still people by the pool and I could see some last swimmers moving through the water. It was close to eight at night and even though the sun was still high in the sky, most the tourists had gone back to their rooms to shower and get ready for the night.

“Here we are, take off your T-shirt and your bikini top,” said Mike, and handed me a jar of some kind of white gooey stuff. 

It smelled horrible. “What is this?”

“Honey, Aloa Vera and a bunch of other things, trust me, it works.”

I went inside and Mike stayed on the balcony. When I had closed the door, I pulled the drapes and took off my T shirt and bikini top. I put some of the gooey in my hand and began to spread it over my arm. Within seconds I felt a cool sensation and the tingling from my skin disappeared. I quickly did my other arm. Then my tummy, boobs, throat, neck and face. My legs got the same treatment. I put on my bikini top again, and opened the balcony door. “Mike, could you do my back?”

He put out the cigarette he was smoking and came inside. I gave him the jar and turned my back towards him. His hands were strong and warm. He massaged my back and shoulders. Even though his hands slid down my sides, he never tried to get a feel of my boobs. I turned around and took his hands in mine. I noticed he had a hard on. His shorts were showing the classic sign of an erection, and it made me giggle.

Mike blushed, and said, “Sorry, it was some time since I last touched a woman.”

I caressed his cheek, “It’s okay, no big deal.”

There was a long silence and we didn’t move, just stood there looking at each other. Mike tentatively moved his hand so his fingertips brushed against my tummy, and I inhaled. I didn’t do anything, so his fingers and his hand slid up towards my boobs, over my ribs. His fingers sneaked in under the bikini top, and when they touched my nipple I exhaled, and stood absolutely still. I knew where this was going, and I had two choices, go with the flow, or say no.

Of all the men I had met so far on the island, Mike was the least likely candidate for me to have sex with. He was almost twice my age, he wasn’t overly good looking, and his body could be a lot firmer, but for some reason he seemed just right. I felt safe with him, I knew deep in my heart that he would be gentle, and most importantly, don’t tell anyone else what had happened.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. “Are we doing his?”

“Only if you want to.”

I put my arms around his back, and pulled him closer, “I do want to.”

I had only kissed one guy in my life, and that was Karl. I had no idea what to expect from Mike, but when it happened, it was good, well, it was better than good, it was fucking amazing. While Karl had always been an eager kisser, lots of tongue and moving around, Mike was the exact opposite. His lips were soft, and when they touched mine, he didn’t move much.

As his lips parted, so did mine and our tongues said hello to each other and then moved back. I felt my nipples harden against his chest and as I became more eager he responded. It was like if he waited for me to make the next move in our journey. I kissed him deeper, with more tongue and he responded, My hands moved around his back, and his down mine until they reached my ass. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer to him. His erect cock pushed against my tummy and the thought of it being within reach, hot, hard and ready to fuck me, drove me mad.

I managed to get a hand between us and as I held my breath, I slid it down inside his shorts. When my fingers touched his skin, he sighed and took half a step back, giving more room. As I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft he pulled free.

To my surprise, he took a full step back and I had to let go of him. He put his hands on my shoulders and said, in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, “Is it true, that you are a virgin?”

Anne must have told him at some point, but there was no way to deny it, not at this point. Once he began to fuck me he would know. I looked down at my feet and bit my lower, feeling stupid. “Yes, I am.”

He sighed. “Okay, are you sure you want to do this with me? I mean what about Karl, he is your boyfriend after all and you have been a good girl since you arrived on the island. Why change?”

I knew he was right, but I had an answer. “I have wanted to fuck for a long time, but where I live, everyone knows everything and I didn’t want to get stamped as a slut. I love Karl, or at least I think so, am a bit confused, you know. All these people I have met and all the sex around us, it’s hard to deal with. All I know, is that I feel I can trust you, and you are not like the other guys I hang out with.”

Mike chuckled. “No, I’m a lot older than they are.”

I took his hands in mine, “Exactly, you make me feel safe.”

“Okay, enough talking, if you really want this, who am I to deny you? After all, it has been a while since I fucked a virgin, like twenty five years ago, if I am not mistaken.”

I giggled, and said, “Okay, teacher, how do we do this?”

He scratched his head and thought for a second. “First of all, we need to clean up. “You take a shower first and then I will smear some of that stuff on you, it will make for a great massage.”

I kissed him quickly on the cheek and left him standing there. I took a long hot shower, but didn’t bother to dry myself, the heat in the room would do that.

When I got out he had opened two more beers and handed me one of them, and then went into the bathroom. I sipped on mine and sat down on his bed. The room was quiet, the only things I could hear was the shower and someone shouting a name outside. Then the shower stopped and Mike walked out. He stood naked in the door frame looking at me. My eyes were drawn to his cock. He was uncut, and it was flaccid. I had never seen a cock before, or at least not live, so to say. Sure, I had seen porn on the internet, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi, yourself.”

“You look nice.”

I smiled. “Thanks, so do you.”

He laughed straight out. “Thanks, but I know my body is not exactly tip top.”

I put my beer bottle on the nightstand; he must have left his in the bathroom. I motioned for him to come closer, which he did and when he was close enough that I could touch him, I said, “So, how do I do this?”

He looked down at his limp cock. “Oh, whatever comes to your mind.”

This was it, this was the moment I had been waiting for, I better not fuck it up, I thought as I reached for his dick. It was so soft in my hand, but within seconds I felt how it began to grow, spreading my fingers apart. I watched as his cockhead popped out from behind the foreskin and how it began to fill with blood, turning red.

“Wow, this is amazing,” I almost whispered.

He stepped a bit closer so he was only a foot from me. From where I sat, my face was at the same height as his cock. “Do you want me to kiss it?” I said

“Mm, if you want to, no pressure from me.”

I gave him a smile and leaned forward. My lips touched his cockhead and the softness of skin and the heat coming off it surprised me. I gently licked the tip where the tiny hole was and in response he sighed. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. I became braver and kissed the shaft, small kisses, all the way down to the base and then up the other side.

When I was back to where I had started, I opened my mouth a little and let my lips slide over the cockhead, so it was in my mouth. It was so hot, and tasted like soap. I used my free hand to explore his balls, which grew hard while my fingers began to massage them. He stood completely still, hands by his sides. I knew I was wet, I could feel my pussy juices seeping out. I kept my eyes open while I began to go down deeper on him. After a little while my jaws began to ache, and I moved back up and sucked on him like if he was a caramel.

“Are you okay?” he said

“Better than okay, this is so amazing.”

“Cool, but I think it’s my turn now.”

I continued to stroke his shaft, and said, “What do you mean?”

“Lie down on the bed and I will show you.”

I did what he asked and when I was comfortable with a pillow under my head, he got on the bed and knelt between my legs.

“I suppose no one has ever licked your pussy?” he said, slowly spreading my legs apart.

I shook my head slowly, and in a weak voice, said, “No, never.”

Instead of speaking, he lowered his head, and his body so he was lying between my legs. I could only see his head, and then the most pleasurable feeling exploded from my pussy. His tongue licked around my clit, and down my slit. Long, soft movements and as I began to breath deeper he found my clit and began to gently suck on it.

When I thought things couldn’t possibly get any better his hands moved up my belly and his fingers began to gently pinch my erect nipples. My breathing turned into moans and the more I moaned the harder he sucked and licked my pussy.

When I began to move my hips, he let go of my nipples and held me in place like a vice. I had come before, using my fingers, but this, this was something completely different. I had no control over anything, and as I was about to come, he slowed down, and left me on the brink, my body trembled and I moaned so loud I thought they would hear me from outside.

Three times he let me almost come, but on the fourth, he went all the way. I exploded in pleasure, and as I came, my back arched, my face contorted, and my fingers dug into the sheets. As the orgasm flowed over my body I whimpered, “Oh, oh, Mike, that was amazing, that was so good.”

Instead of answering, he moved up. I felt something hard pushing against my dripping wet pussy and I realized it was his cock. My eyes flew open just as he pushed himself deep inside me. There was a shot of pain, and then he began to slowly thrust in and out of.

“Oh my God, you are fucking me, Mike. Yes, yes, it hurts, but don’t stop, Mike, keep going.”

It did hurt, I wasn’t lying, but the pain was less than the pleasure. As I got used to him inside me, the pain flowed away and I began to move to his rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around him and pressed him hard against me while he fucked me to my second orgasm. At the end of it, he began to moan and I realized he was on his way to come.

“Take it out, I want to see you squirt,” I whispered in his ear.

He did what I asked and began to jerk himself off. When he shot his load it was beautiful, and I counted three good shots that landed on my tits and belly. When he was done, he lay down on the bed next to me. I played with the cum on my skin using a finger.

“Everything okay?” he said.

“Mm, better than okay. Thank you, Mike.”

I stopped playing with his cum, and licked my finger. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. Mike rolled onto his back, and I noticed his cock was limp again. I moved so I was leaning on my elbow and then ran my finger down his chest towards his cock.

“Would it be okay, if I sucked you and you came in my mouth?” I asked.

His eyes flew open and he turned his head towards me. “Okay? That would be fucking amazing, but please, give a guy a chance to recover.”

I grabbed his cock and whispered, “there is no rest for the wicked, C’mon, get hard, I am not leaving your bed until I have tasted you, and you have fucked me at least twice more.”

He grinned at me. “God, what have I done? I thought this would be a quiet summer.”

We both laughed, and I was still laughing when my lips wrapped around his cock and it tasted of pussy.

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