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I was 19 when I first really
noticed our neighbour, although I had seen her looking over the garden
wall towards me, on several occasions. We had exchanged glances and
smiles, even hellos but not really had a conversation. I loved gardening
and so did she, although I always thought that she was too smart for a
gardener. Always dressed in quality clothes.
One day, she leant over the wall and asked me if I was able to do some odd
jobs, repairs etc for her. I knew that her husband had left her for
another woman, but he did return occasionally. I needed the money, so
agreed. It was the first time that I had really spoken to Katya, she
introduced herself to me at this time. She was wearing a lilac twin set
cardigan with just three buttons fastened. Her long black hair cascaded
forward as she leant over to talk to me and her cardigan hung separately
from her chest, as she leant. I could see the top of her breasts, as she
was obviously wearing a cut away bra. I had difficulty taking me eyes off
of this wondrous sight, as I answered her questions. Eventually, she
realised what I was looking at, and straightened her body to its full 5
foot 9 inches. Her hair returned to her shoulders and she looked
immaculate once more.
The next few days, I spent working on minor repairs and some decorating
for her. The pay was good and we seemed to get on fine. She asked me about
my girlfriend and I told her that she as away at college, and that we
really had fun when we met up, from time to time. She mentioned that her
husband was still visiting but less and less now. He was a diplomat in the
Russian Embassy. Katya had been used to living the high life but was now
missing these contacts.
A couple of weeks later, I was sat at home when my mobile rang. When I
answered, I received a picture – of Katya – asking me to call round
urgently. The picture showed her wearing a white blouse and she had a big
smile.
I let my parents know I was slipping next door and responded positively to
Katya’s message. When I arrived, the front door was open. I walked in and
Katya was standing nearby in the large open hallway. “Ah Yon, you haf
arrived. Thank you. I haf a big question and need a man’s advice. You are
the only real man I know here.”
I was flattered and giggled to myself at her thick accent. She always
called me Yon as she could not pronounce her J’s. She clipped other words
too. I found it all quite funny although her voice could also be quite
sultry.
“Yon. I am out tonight. I must dress right. I am vanting to get, how you
say, “laid”. I have managed so far with occasional visits from my husband,
but now I cannot continue. My friend has arranged a party and says there
will be spare men. I must attract one but am not sure how. I need a man’s
advice.”
I was lost for words but managed to stumble out some words like “you look
very smart as always and that blouse and skirt are great together.” Katya
looked me straight in the eye and said come closer Yon. Please be honest
with your friend Katya. Is this going to get me laid?” I stepped much
closer and looked her up and down. She was gorgeous and at 36, really fit
with a super figure. However, she had dressed conservatively, like a
formal dinner party, rather than a “I want to get laid” lady. “Yon first
this blouse, I like it very much but is it right for “sexy”?”
I laughed and swallowed before answering. Well Katya, I think it is a
gorgeous blouse and could be very sexy indeed. However, you have it
buttoned too high for sexy. Also, the cuffs are neat and folded back but
for sexy, perhaps they should dangle. As for your skirt, it long, below
your knee, but again, the fastenings on the side are almost all fastened.
That will make movement difficult.”
Katya considered for a moment and then nodded. “Yon. You are genius. I
understand. She waved her hands wildly. I cannot do this for myself. I
need you to do these things for me. I have stuck on my nails and painted
them. They are not yet dry.” With that she thrust her arms to one side and
stuck her chest out in my direction.
I gulped and then took the easy route first. “this is what I mean about
your blouse cuffs.” I took the right arm and unbuttoned two of the three
buttons holding the cuff. I also unfolded the cuff and let it dangle from
the arm. The long cuff dropped away and the single button at the top was
now emphasised. The other two buttons dropped away with the cuff. Katya
looked at the effect. “Yon, that is amazing. I feel so much sexy already.
Please. Now the other.” The left arm was now in front of me. I carried out
the same exercise and let the cuff drop naturally. Katya Raised both arms
to her head and let the cuffs drop away. “Yes Yon. You are a magician. I
can feel myself dancing now and so sexy. The men will all come to me no?”
I gulped again and offered my next advice. “Katya. The blouse has just one
button open at the top. This is not good at all. You are wearing a pure
white, very expensive looking silk satin blouse and not letting yourself
flaunt it. Two more buttons must be unfastened.” Katya looked at her front
and then back at me. “You are right Yon. Please do this for me. Again, I
hesitatingly reached forward and unbuttoned the first button. Katya paused
and looked down before signalling that I should continue. The third of her
blouse buttons popped open as it strained against her bust. The next
button was placed just below the cleavage line. Katya was a little anxious
and asked why it had to be so. I told her that when a man was wishing to
be intimate with her, and they were dancing closely, he was likely to want
to let his hand side inside her blouse to her bear neck and chest and
possibly even her breasts, if the occasion arose. This would allow these
things to happen without difficulty.
I was not ready for Katya’s response. “Yon. You show me how this is done
please? I need to know it is ok.” I moved very close to her and
immediately was overcome by the delicious perfume she was wearing. I held
her as though we were dancing and she rested her arms on my shoulders,
with her still drying nails outstretched. I slipped my right hand to her
chest and ran my finger up to her neck. She squealed with delight. “Yon. I
am liking this much. You are a clever man. Please continue.” I had already
felt my pecker stir in that first moment but as I slid my hand down her
blouse and towards her left breast, I was not ready for what I was about
to feel.
My hand slid naturally along to the underside of her bra and as I stroked
upwards to the peak, the bra disappeared and my fingers were resting on
bare breast. Katya breathed a really deep sigh and drew a huge breath as
she straightened against the wall we were near. My fingers had enveloped
her nipple in a natural way and involuntarily, seemed to squeeze it until
it stood firm and proud. Katya grimaced and also involuntarily, thrust her
crotch forward towards my now extremely hard staff. Another deep sigh
accompanied the thrust and her breast seemed to follow my hand as I tried
to withdraw it. “Yon. I like this very, very much. Is it possible to do
the same thing the other side too?” I did not wait and my left hand was
inside her silk blouse and fondling her right breast, to make sure that
the nipple received at least the same chance of expansion as its mate.
Katya was now writhing and making sure that her breasts were milked before
I was able to withdraw them. Her face was flushed and her hair, which was
help up on top of her head, had started to let straggly ends drop, with
all the writhing.
Katya composed herself briefly before asking about her skirt. Her longish
black skirt had fastenings on the left side. I knelt down, with
difficulty, and unfastened the button and loop fastenings until I was
above the knee. I explained that when Katya moved, her leg just above the
knee would be revealed. Her black stocking clad legs were a wonderful
sight, I advised her. I could not believe that Katya was such an innocent.
I found out much later that she was indeed an innocent.
Katya sat down on a chair nearby and let the skirt drop down to show her
leg and a little thigh. “Yon, this is sexy?” She was still unsure. “Katya
the higher you go the sexier it becomes, but too high and it is just
cheap.” Katya frowned and beckoned me to her side. “Yon. You undo more for
me please.” I obeyed without question. This lady was making me really hot,
and as she opened herself up to my advice, I was increasingly attracted to
her. Un unfastened more of the loops until I could see the deep lace tops
of her stockings and one of the suspender fastenings. Katya smiled at me.
“Yon, I think you are enjoying this – yes?” I was still kneeling and as I
looked up at her deep blue eyes, my staff seemed to grow even more inches
in all directions. I was literally bursting out of my jeans. She appeared
to me to be a goddess.
“Katya, you look amazing. Your skirt is open enough to stir any man and
yet able to protect your dignity. Showing your stocking tops and suspender
is a real turn on believe me!” I was now transfixed on her breasts again
and saw that her nipples were pushing hard against the soft silk satin of
her erotic blouse. I was hooked.
“Yon. If I sit like this next to a man, what will he do?” This was an
invitation I could not resist. “Well Katya, if it was me, I would gently
rest my hand on your skirt just on the thigh.” I demonstrated what I
meant. Then I would slip my hand onto your stocking and caress the inside
of your thigh.” As I carried out my desire, Katya, once again, sighed
deeply and her breasts pushed forward with her expanding chest. Without
talking, I ran my hand up inside her thigh until I reached the stocking
top. I touched the suspender fastening and toyed with it in my hand. Then
I moved to the bare flesh of her inner thigh and stroked it gently. Katya
was visibly shaken and looked like she might orgasm on the spot. “Yon. You
haf a way with you. I am not sure a man should do this in public. Look
what happens to me. Would a man truly go this far?” “Katya, I know I would
and still further if I could.” The words were out before I could stop
myself, and my hand, which had rested on her inner thigh, was taken over
by a force beyond my control. It moved to the very top of Katya’s thigh
and felt not only Katya’s knickers but also the soft down of the edge of
pubic hair. My cock nearly exploded and I did not know how Katya would
react.
The answer was that she moaned from deep inside and crossed her legs. This
trapped my hand against her knickers, and I felt a wetness, as she ground
her legs together against my hand. Katya stood up and seemed to sway
against the wall. Her legs seemed to be tight together and still grinding
together. Her hands were against her head and yet more straggles of loose
hair were now dangling. “I think Yon. You haf showed me what is possible
tonight. You wish me luck eh?”
I stood up and my six pack stood out like a Unicorn’s horn. “Katya, I
think you will be a sensation. I think you should let your hair drop
freely. It is so long and beautiful, it is a shame to have it styled and
held on top of your head.”
Katya responded in an instant and by releasing a couple of ties, the
swirling jet black hair hung freely. Katya shook her head to restore the
full freedom of her wild locks. “You like it like this Yon?” Katya was
gorgeous, the sexiest and most erotic creature on earth - and I was about
to come in my pants. “Truly beautiful Katya. Truly beautiful. You will
have a sensational night. Before I go, do you mind if I use your toilet?”
Katya looked down at my huge protrusion.
“Yon. I am so sorry. I haf caused you a problem – you vish to vank! Please
undo your jeans for me now. I will help you.” I was frozen to the spot for
a moment. Katya had twigged that I needed to relieve my problem and was
now openly saying I needed a wank and to get my jeans down! She was so
straightforward, she had shocked me! “Do it now Yon. Lower your jeans and
pants.”
I went on auto pilot for a second and when I regained my composure, I had
already dropped my pants and released my weapon from its strain. It stood
thick, long and throbbing to attention in front of me. Before I could say
or do anything, Katya leant over and took the head into her mouth. She
followed up with a huge suction that set the wheels in motion for me to
spill my load. Katya drew breath and in one thrust, sent my shaft deep
into her throat right up to the hilt. She was an expert!
I began to spurt uncontrollably into Katya’s throat and the sensation was
magnificent. I found myself stroking her hair and pushing her head onto my
staff, although it made no difference because she was already up to the
hilt! Then I let my hands slip along her back, caressing the soft white
silk satin of her blouse. This seemed to increase the power of my
throbbing member and it continued to shudder all by itself, from its
position deep in Katya’s throat.
My hands separated and slipped down the side of her blouse, until they
each found a breast to stroke. Knowing that Katya’s bra was open and acted
only as a shelf, I knew I would be stroking bare breasts through the
blouse. I made a point of pinching her nipples, knowing that they would
stand out through the silk, when she finally stood once more.
Katya, was responding to all my hand movements and I could feel her
tightening onto my rod. She was emitting deep throaty sounds as my hands
explored her torso and breasts. It was then that I noticed that her own
left hand had found its way into the long slit I had created in her skirt.
I could see that she was in touch with her own sex and this was adding to
her control difficulty.
Finally, Katya released me and my urgent need had been satisfied. As she
stood, not a drop of her swallowing was to be seen. She had taken the full
load without difficulty. She was smiling and with her wild jet black hair,
sexy blouse with erect nipples pushing hard through the satin covering and
open skirt with her left hand embedded inside, she looked sensational. One
thing I have forgotten to mention is that she was wearing 3 inch high
black stilettos and this made her almost 6 foot tall. At 6 feet 2 inches,
I just shaded her.
“That was fabulous Katya. Thank you so much. I will never forget what you
just did. You are a real expert!” Katya smiled at me before speaking.
“Yon, I do this for my husband often. Sometimes when we are in a hurry and
he had need, I just open and take him in my mouth. I hate to think of a
man vanking. It is such a waste. If you ever need vank and I am near,
please come to me. Do not waste it. OK?”
I was blown away. She was so matter of fact about it all and yet here was
an offer to die for! A beautiful woman swallowing your cock whenever you
fancied it! Wow! I blurted out a thank you and had pulled up my pants and
jeans and was doing the zip when Katya reached forward to kiss me. “I
thank you Yon. I can haf a good night now, thanks to you. I feel very sexy
and you taste good.” As she leant forward to kiss my cheek, I deliberately
turned to meet her lips full on. Instead of a peck, I pushed my tongue
into her mouth and French kissed her with all the power I could muster.
Katya seemed to be surprised at first but very soon joined the coupling
and lent her own tongue to the experience. She was delicious and I could
feel my sap rising immediately. The unfastened jeans dropped to the floor,
as my underpants jutted out again.
My hands had found their way to the rear of Katya’s blouse and I held her
close. Her own hands were now around my neck and were digging into my
back. We were locked in passion for some time, before Katya broke off the
kiss and looked down at my bulging underpants. “Yon - we now both haf big
problem. I ask you, will you help me like I helped you? I cannot go out
until I haf solved my problem.”
My underpants and jeans were off before she finished. She reached into her
skirt and pulled aside her panties. Turning away from me, she bent over
the chair she had been sitting on earlier. I pushed her skirt open and
used the freed entrance to push myself into her clearly dripping love
chamber. Katya yelled out loud in delight and began to push back onto my
full and firm staff. Katya was very loud and continually let out
expletives and shouted for more, begging to be shafted to the top of her
love sanctum.
I held onto her breasts and thrust harder and harder into her. She had
been so aroused already that loud shouts to pronounce the arrival of her
orgasm soon burst forth and continued for a long, long time. I found
myself totally turned on by her language and orgasmic body and held her
breasts tightly from behind as I too began to pump another load into this
beautiful goddess.
I do not remember how long this continued but it seemed to last forever.
Finally, Katya settled and I withdrew my now drooping length from her. She
turned to face me, her hair dishevelled, but still looking immaculate
otherwise. “Yon – you were magnificent. I haf wonderful orgasm. It still
tingles now. Thank you.” Katya kissed me again and this, I thought was my
time to go. I reached for my jeans and underpants but Katya got there
first. She grabbed them and ran across the hallway laughing.
“Yon – you like me yes – I can tell!” I reddened and said that I though
she was the most beautiful sexy woman I had ever met. “That is good Yon. I
haf idea. I think you are best lover I get tonight, even if I go search. I
love your cock and it loves me. See it already grows again.” She was
right, I was becoming aroused again. “How would you like to spend time
with me tonight? I haf wine and food but mostly, I want to be fucked by
you?” I looked at her across the hall open mouthed. “Katya, that would be
fantastic.” “I know these things Yon – see.” She was pointing to my erect
member, already ready for action once more.
Within a moment, Katya had unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. She
stood before me in her pure white silk satin blouse – adjusted for sexy
appearance – black suspenders and stockings and 3 inch high stilettos. Her
pussy was a thick black bush covered only by transparent, sodden panties.
She saw me looking at her mound and reached down and removed her panties
and threw them to me. “I haf yours, so you can haf mine for souvenir. You
smell them – nice?” I did take in the aroma of pure sex and moved towards
Katya, who in turn held her arm out for me to take her hand. She led me
upstairs to a very tastefully furnished bedroom with a huge bed. I peeled
off my tee shirt and stood naked and ready. Katya reached for her blouse
buttons, but I stopped her. “No Katya, you really turn me on dressed like
this. I want you as you are – for now.” Katya laughed. “This is kinky yes?
You like naughty things too?”
I was only nineteen and was not that experienced, so juts laughed and said
that her erotic look was just right for now.
We lay together for a moment and explored each other. I soon unfastened
just one more blouse button, so I could see, touch and soon suck on those
beautiful uncovered breasts. Katya soon cottoned on that the sensual feel
of her blouse against my skin was having a dramatic effect on me. In no
time, she was letting her blouse sleeves caress my body and particularly
my rigid and inflamed pole. “I see why you say I need loose cuffs.” She
smiled as they dangled over my staff with every stroke.
I was exploding inside and yet wanted the exploration of each others body
to last forever. It was such a loving and erotic time. Considering her
naivety in relation to how to dress to look sexy, Katya was an inspiration
in lovemaking. Like all young folk, it was always snatched times with
girlfriends, not usually in the best of situations. This was an erotic
ride of discovery in the hands of an expert.
Katya told me that her husband was older and that she had married young.
He had taught her everything but wanted her to himself, so she had been
trained to dress well but “non-sexually”. This made everything clearer, as
we continued to excite each other.
The first time we properly made love, Katya mounted me and was able to let
go of herself fully. She fed me her breasts, as they escaped from their
thin silk covering and I could feel her pussy grinding hard against me all
the while. In all we shared three orgasms before Katya even attempted to
change positions. I was far from being a spent force, as I was totally
overwhelmed by everything about this beautiful older woman. Each time we
orgasmed, she somehow managed to do something that immediately saw the
blood pulse in my veins once again.
The uses for which Katya found for her blouse, were, to say the least
highly imaginative and on one occasion caused me to come over it. She just
put on again and we made love with it covered in my sex liquids. That
seemed to turn Katya on too and she nearly ripped my cock off with her
next orgasm.
Later, Katya left the bed to fetch some wine. When she returned, she told
me that she had phoned my parents to let them know we were together
chatting and drinking wine.
We drank the wine between love sessions and on one occasion tipped the
wine over each other and licked it off. The bed got a bit wet but it was
already messy anyway. Katya was now oblivious to anything other than
satisfying her pent up needs and I was only too pleased to oblige.
We actually continued most of the night before falling asleep in each
others arms. I woke alone in the bed next morning. Katya appeared fully
dressed and showered, hair immaculate – and loose. She was dressed in a
black knee length skirt and lemon cashmere twin set cardigan, buttoned to
the top. She told me that she was going out shopping for some sexy clothes
and that I could make breakfast before leaving. I felt a bit let down, as
no mention of our night of passion was made. I called Katya over and told
her that she looked immaculate but that her cardigan could be as sexy as
anything she could buy – if she gave it a chance. I demonstrated by
reaching for her top button and when I had unbuttoned the first three,
Katya had visibly changed.
“Yon, this is good but your touch is making me shiver.” I asked if I
should rebutton the cardigan but she just smiled back. “No Yon. Please
unbutton one more. This is good.” I did as asked and the fourth button
left the opening below Katya’s bust line.
“Now Yon, feel inside. You approve? I am sexy yes?” As my hand slipped
inside the soft cardigan, it soon rested on Katya’s bare breast. She was
not wearing a bra! “Katya you are indeed a sexy lady and you did this on
purpose!” I could see that she meant me to scold her and unbutton her
cardigan. Katya responded as Katya knew how and it was just moments later
that we were once again on the bed and frantically making love like
rabbits whom had been separated by a wire fence for too long!
Katya squealed loudly as her first orgasm consumed her and for the rest of
the morning, she continually aroused me and had me again and again. I was
sore and was, this time totally spent. I fell asleep and it was dark
outside when I awoke.
I got up, showered and dressed before seeking Katya. When I found her, she
was laying on the lounge floor wearing a silk button though baby doll
nightie and string.
She was reading a magazine and had not noticed me. I sneaked up behind her
and we were soon once again making love. My soreness, it seemed, had
disappeared. We spent the entire evening making love by the fire and
drinking wine. Once again, Katya rang home and said I would be staying the
night.
This went on for four days and each time I prepared to leave, Katya would
appear in some gorgeously sexy outfit and I would make love to her over
and over again. After the fourth day, Katya stopped me when I tried to
take her in my arms again. “Yon. This cannot go on. Your parents will be
thinking I have kidnapped you. Please go home. However, Yon, I must say
that if you would like to return later – with all your clothes and some
personal items, then I would like this very much. I understand you haf a
girlfriend your own age, and this is right….but if you lie to make love to
me when she is away, then this is good for me – and you I think.”
I pushed Katya’s hands aside and took her forcibly in my arms, burying my
tongue down her throat. When I eventually stopped, I told her that I was
totally in love with her and that I would happily go and pack my bag and
move in with her – but only if she loved me. I did not want any
girlfriend, I wanted my gorgeous sexy goddess.
Katya began to cry and I was not sure whether this was an end to our brief
affair. “Yon, I am so happy. I, too think I haf fallen in love with you.
You make me so happy and so randy – I am loving to haf all your love. I
did not think a young man like you would haf time for older woman such as
me. I am 36 and you just 19. When I am 50 you will be just 33 and when 60,
I haf wrinkles and maybe be old hag. What then?”
I just laughed. I had not thought of that! When you are 50 and 60 I will
look that too – you wear me out!”
Katya is now 49 and I am almost 33. She looks as sensational today as she
did then. Still with a beautiful figure and as highly sexed as ever. We
have three children who are a delight but manage to find a lot of time for
each other and often manage weekends alone where we spend our time making
love continually as Katya dresses to please. Oh – and we still live next
door to my parents – the babysitters!
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