God-forsaken land
I hadn't seen legs like that in a long time. Slender, of stunning length, unburdened by excess weight—they could have been a wonder of nature. But their owner had clearly been unlucky in life. A stately, tall, attractive, fairly young woman had two children but lacked reliable support in the form of a husband or a steady boyfriend.
I met her by chance. It was winter. A commission, consisting of a large group of officers, arrived in the godforsaken town of Ayaguz to inspect the local garrison. It must be said that the town itself practically consisted of the military units stationed there, the families of servicemen, and a small number of local
residents who survived only thanks to the military. There are plenty of such places in Kazakhstan.I was part of that commission and dreamed of quickly completing the assigned task to return to a more civilized world. One evening, having frozen in the cold wind that blew here, in my opinion, all twenty-four hours a day, I gladly ducked into the warmth of the officers' mess hall to have a bite before bed. The food here was decent, but there was no alcohol, and it was clearly lacking for "warming up." Taking a tray, I joined the end of a short queue at the serving counter.
"Drop that, come with me," my friend Misha Lyakhov bounded up to me. "We're going visiting."
"What visit? It's so cold," I tried to object.
"You won't regret it. They'll warm us up there. Come on."
I had to comply. I knew that Misha himself had served in these parts before, and for quite a long time. Leaving the mess hall, we stopped at a store, stocked up on vodka, and grabbed some snacks.
"I ran into Larisa," Misha explained to me on the way. "I used to have a really good time with her back in the day. And she has an older sister, also single."
It turned out Misha had already arranged everything, taking my interest into account as well. Within ten minutes, we were entering the entrance of a rather shabby five-story building, fortunately everything was close at hand here. The door was opened by a pretty blonde, who smiled and extended a slender hand.
"Larisa," she introduced herself, stepping aside. "And this is my sister, Valeria," she added.
From somewhere to the side, a second woman stepped forward. That's when I was stunned. I myself was not short, but Larisa's sister was almost as tall as me. Dark long hair framed her face, cascading in thick waves onto her high chest. Looking down, she smiled, clearly feeling shy at the sight of strangers. Although, perhaps, I was the only stranger to her.
"Come in, guys, the dumplings are almost ready," Larisa said, defusing the situation. "Take off your coats, it's warm inside."
We followed the hostess's advice, although, as it later turned out, the hostess was actually Valeria, not Larisa. A table was set in the kitchen, which we adorned with the bottles we brought.
"Just keep it down, I've put the children to bed," Valeria asked, giving me an appraising look.
I was studying her too, openly admiring what I saw, because according to the plan, we were supposed to become lovers after a while. At least, I hoped so. She also guessed that dinner with vodka wouldn't be the end of it. Soon, a large plate of steaming dumplings was placed in the center of the table. With cold vodka, after the frost, we happily devoured the hot dumplings, and gradually the tension at the table began to ease. The girls drank as much as we did, their eyes sparkled, their cheeks flushed, and they laughed at every joke, which Misha was a master of.
"Let's dance," the hostess suddenly suggested. "The girls are probably asleep, they won't hear."
We moved to the room, Lera turned on the music. Larisa grabbed an open bottle of wine they had in reserve and, filling glasses, handed them to each of us. She and Misha, pressed together, began moving in a slow dance, smiling at each other. I sat on the sofa and, sipping wine, watched them; Lera settled next to me.
"What about you?" Misha spoke up. "Dance."
At the same time, he winked at me, letting me know everything would be fine. Lera jumped up from the sofa as soon as I rose. She was indeed a bit taller than me, which was slightly embarrassing. She herself felt the awkwardness but immediately found a solution, kicked off her shoes, and immediately became shorter. I pulled her close and suddenly clearly felt her body trembling. Lera looked up at me, her inquisitive, questioning gaze seemed to pierce right through.
Misha and Larisa were already kissing passionately, frozen in the middle of the room only imitating a dance. My friend's hands shamelessly groped the young woman's prominent buttocks, covered by a short, out-of-season skirt. Lera was dressed more conservatively, but in the neckline of her blouse, small breasts, unconstrained by a bra, were clearly discernible; her skirt was long, which hindered movement in the dance. Though, what dance. I already wanted her, dreamed of tearing that skirt off her, pinning her right on the floor and...
"We'll be right back," Misha's voice reached me.
I just nodded, noticing out of the corner of my eye that they both headed to the bathroom. Looking straight into her eyes, I pulled Lera closer, felt the pliability of her body, and kissed her. She responded to the kiss, at first timidly, then more openly, then frantically pressed her lips to my mouth, slipping her tongue inside. That said it all. She wanted me too, perhaps even more than I wanted her.
Casting aside doubts, we merged in an embrace, groping each other and kissing fiercely. My cock awoke, bulging my trousers, indecently pressing against the lower part of her abdomen. Feeling it, Lera jerked as if struck, recoiled for a moment, but then pressed her whole body against me again. Her hand slid down, slender fingers squeezing the protruding flesh through the fabric. We continued moving around the room, barely shuffling our feet, until we reached the far wall. Leaning back against it, Lera allowed me to unbutton her blouse, freeing her breasts with taut nipples. Her breasts were firm, beautiful, as if she hadn't given birth to two children sleeping in the next room. I pressed my lips to them, letting my hands travel over her tempting body.
The young woman's ragged breathing was interspersed with hoarse sighs, which grew longer and louder. And when my hand slipped into the slit of her skirt, reaching for the intimate spot, Lera's legs buckled and she literally hung on me, whispering some incoherent words. Everything indicated that she hadn't had a man in a long time and she passionately wanted one.
Sliding her light panties down her legs, I unzipped my fly, taking out my hero. He was no less excited than his owner, and the length of Lera's legs made it easy for me to reach her trembling womb with him. But, just as the head of my cock touched her swollen lips, the bathroom door opened, releasing Misha and Larisa. One look at Larisa was enough to guess they hadn't been taking water procedures in there. Disheveled hair, a happy, radiant gaze confirmed it.
Lera pushed me away, buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt, reached for her panties, but instead of putting them on, quickly pulled them off and, not thinking of anything better, stuffed them into my pocket. I also quickly tucked myself in, my cock obediently hid in my trousers for better times. But the main beginning had been made. I firmly knew I wouldn't leave this apartment without getting pleasure, and the fact that it would be so was hinted to me by Lera's gaze. There was so much poorly concealed disappointment in it that I even felt sorry for her.
"Well then, another hundred grams?" Misha broke the prolonged silence.
We sat back at the table, poured, drank, had a snack, but the previous ease in communication was gone.
"Maybe some tea?" Lera suddenly asked. "Although you, Larochka, have tastier tea," she added, winking almost imperceptibly at her sister. "Maybe we should go to your place?"
"We can go to mine," Larisa responded, catching her drift.
She and Misha immediately began gathering their things, started getting dressed.
"Well, we'll put the tea on, so don't linger, come over," Larisa said, heading for the door.
Naturally, Lera and I didn't go anywhere. As soon as the door closed behind them, she busied herself with the bed. Pulling out the sofa, she retrieved bedding from the closet and began making it.
"You can go to the bathroom," she said to me, "I'll get you a fresh towel now."
Feeling internal tension, I headed to the bathroom, quickly undressed, stood under the shower. Tonight promised to be stormy. Hastily rinsing off, I threw my shirt over my shoulders and, leaving wet footprints on the floor, padded to the sofa.
"I'll go too," Lera whispered, scorching me with her gaze. "Lie down, I'll be quick."
Climbing under the blanket, I lay on my back, feeling my cock pulsing, filling with blood. What a fate. Just two or three hours ago, I knew nothing of this Lera or her sister. And now I'm lying in a stranger's bed, ready to pounce on her like a spider catching a fly in its web. The door creaked, the switch clicked, plunging the room into darkness. A cool, flexible body slid under the blanket next to me, a damp hand lay on my chest. She was trembling all over with impatience. Her lips hurriedly pecked at my neck, chin, until finally they pressed against my mouth in a greedy kiss. At the same moment, I felt Lera's fingers on my cock.
Convulsively squeezing the risen flesh, she pressed her lower abdomen against me, threw a leg over my thighs. Long foreplay wasn't needed. Returning the kiss, I flipped her onto her back, positioning myself between her legs. She immediately arched, pushing with her heels, thrust upward, opening for intercourse. To my considerable surprise, her entrance was tight and not as wet as expected.
Guided by her fingers, I barely squeezed my cock into it. Lera groaned dully, digging her fingers into my buttocks. Her whole body vibrated, adjusting to my thrusts. Each time I sank deeper into her womb, until finally I felt I had entered her to the hilt. Now we both fiercely tormented each other, frantically copulating, pressing our bodies together and giving each other pleasure. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Although I had drunk that evening, I discharged into her quite quickly. Usually, I could last longer, but here... It seemed to me that Lera hadn't come yet, though maybe it just seemed that way.
We stayed in bed, lying pressed together with sweaty bodies. Lera's head lay on my shoulder, her fingers lazily played with the hairs on my chest. There wasn't really anything to talk about, so we exchanged meaningless phrases. Feeling guilty, I stroked her head, kissed her lips. She seemed to be waiting for this; at any rate, returning the kiss, she slid her lips along my cheek, neck, moving downward. Short kisses, like a dotted line, traveled over my body, approaching my groin. I again felt a languor in my lower abdomen, my cock awoke, preparing for the meeting.
When Valeria's lips enveloped it with warm breath, it fully recovered. She covered it with kisses, sliding her lips along the hardening shaft, and finally took it into her mouth. Lightly sucking, playing with her tongue, Lera took it deeper and deeper inside until her nose pressed against my pubic bone. Her breathing faltered, she coughed and had to release her prize, but immediately put her mouth back on it, taking it all the way to her throat. From such caresses, I quickly became aroused and was only glad when Lera finally released my cock from her mouth to now impale herself on it.
Getting on her knees and spreading her thighs wide, she mounted me, deftly guiding the cock into her moistened womb. Now I felt all of her. Bracing her hands on my chest, Lera moved, bouncing her butt high, and each time she came down, she whimpered softly with pleasure. My fingers teased the hardened nipples crowning the breasts resting in my palms. This time I lasted a long time. Trembling all over, she came, freezing on me for a moment, after which, barely holding her breath, she collapsed onto my chest. After a while, Lera slid off my cock and turned onto her back.
But when I knelt between her thighs, she suddenly, bending her knees, thrust upward, literally going into a bridge. I had no choice but to support her by the buttocks, directing my cock between the opening petals of her womb. In the glimmers of moonlight, I saw her in all her glory, and it gave me extra strength. Pulling her onto my cock, I forcefully plunged into the hot, trembling interior, feeling the vaginal walls part under my pressure. A powerful release of semen made her convulse in orgasm again. Remaining inside her, we collapsed onto the bed, continuing to hold each other in an embrace.
I left three days later. The day before, I dropped by Lera's again. She was waiting for me. Again, there was amazing, wild sex. She gave herself as if she were doing it for the last time in her life.
Three years ago, her husband left her. Having received a new assignment, he went to his duty station, promised to get settled and take her and the children, but after six months filed for divorce. As a result, she was left with two children in this abandoned, remote-from-civilization garrison without any means of subsistence.
Even before that unfortunate moment, her sister had come to visit, who was forced to stay here, trying to help her. Larisa didn't have a husband, although there were plenty of officers in the garrison. So they lived, deprived of prospects to get out of there, getting by with chance acquaintances.
At least they didn't take the apartment away. I sincerely felt sorry for Lera, such a wonderful, sweet woman, but I couldn't help her. Except perhaps to brighten a few days of her life. And how many such abandoned wives huddle in corners in distant garrisons of our vast Motherland, hoping that happiness will yet return under their roof. That's life for you...
SAS