Apartment owner
A beautiful woman stood before me, asking me to touch her. I couldn't believe my eyes. She had soft, firm breasts with small, even nipples like a young girl's. Rita pressed my head to her chest, and I inhaled their scent. Oh, how they smelled! It was a divine fragrance. I lost my head and grabbed her buttocks. She wasn't wearing panties either.
My name is Denis. I'm 26 years old. I want to tell you a story that happened to me this winter. It had been two years since I broke up with my girlfriend. Since then, I hadn't had any sex, aside from masturbating in front of the computer. I live in a one-room apartment on the outskirts of the city,
which I rented from a woman.One evening, returning from work, I saw Her on the stairwell—the very woman who had rented me the apartment. She said she wanted to check the condition of the apartment, as she hadn't been there for six months. I had been transferring the money to her bank account, and indeed, I hadn't seen the landlady since signing the rental agreement.
I opened the door and let Margarita Vitalyevna into the apartment. She inspected the room, the bathroom, and went into the kitchen. The condition of the apartment satisfied her, and she was about to leave when I offered her some tea. She froze on the threshold, thought for a moment, and agreed. I helped her take off her fur coat and invited her to the kitchen.
Clicking the kettle switch, I quickly set the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Margarita Vitalyevna watching my every move. I had never felt so awkward. Finally, the kettle boiled, and I poured the tea into cups.
Margarita said the reason for her visit wasn't just to inspect the apartment; she also wanted me to pay her in cash starting this month, as she was having some problems with her bank account.
"When would it be convenient for you to pay?" she asked.
Since I didn't have cash on hand, I said:
"I can tomorrow."
"That's perfect, then I'll stop by tomorrow, if you don't mind?" she asked, smiling. Her eyes still looked at me calmly, and I felt awkward again.
"Yes, of course, come by. The money will be ready."
She took a sip of tea, leaving a trace of bright lipstick on the cup. After managing to talk about the terrible weather, the heavy traffic, and other pointless things during tea, Margarita stood up, thanked me for my hospitality, and headed to the hallway. I hurried to help her with her coat. She bent down to put on her boots, and I was as if paralyzed: in the neckline of her blouse, I saw her breasts. It seemed she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared without blinking until I felt my cock stiffen and press against my tight jeans.
When Margarita Vitalyevna raised her head, my cheeks and ears betrayed me by turning red. It seemed she guessed where I had been looking and probably noticed the bulge in my jeans. I was ready to sink through the floor.
Handing the landlady her coat, I turned so she couldn't see my aroused cock.
"Well, until tomorrow," she said goodbye, smiling slyly.
"Goodbye," I mumbled, burning with shame.
Closing the door behind her, I rushed to the window to get another look at this beautiful woman. No one had ever aroused me so much. Hiding behind the curtain, I took out my cock and started jerking off. Watching Margarita Vitalyevna until she disappeared around the corner, I stepped away from the window. My gaze fell on the cup from which Margarita had drunk. I grabbed it and began licking the lipstick left on the rim. I came, experiencing a strong, unusual orgasm.
All night I thought about this woman, imagined her next to me in bed. I remembered her beautiful, heavy breasts. And her gaze... Her eyes seemed to drill right through me, as if penetrating my consciousness, reading my thoughts. I eagerly awaited the next day.
Tomorrow finally arrived.
The day, as usual when you're waiting for something, dragged on endlessly. I couldn't stop thinking about Her, about her eyes, her breasts, and even her scent was etched in my memory. Finally, it began to get dark outside, and the workday came to an end. After going to the ATM and withdrawing the necessary amount, I headed home. Various thoughts crossed my mind along the way. What if she doesn't come? What if she forgot? Or is busy? I thought about what to talk to her about to avoid another awkward situation. Even though the age difference between us was significant, about 18 years, she looked superb.
It was clear she took care of herself. On the way, I passed a store. I stopped, thought about it, and decided to buy a bottle of good wine. Also buying a box of chocolates, full of feelings and hopes that today I wouldn't act like yesterday, I reached home.
I quickly took a shower, got dressed, and began to wait.
The doorbell rang. Even though I was expecting it, it rang completely unexpectedly. My heart pounded, a lump rose in my throat as I opened the door.
She stood there like a goddess. A short fur coat, high-heeled boots, and snowflakes that hadn't yet melted rested in her hair.
"Hi!" she said and, without waiting for an invitation, entered the apartment.
"Hello!" I finally managed to say, "come in."
"I won't be long, just to pick up the money."
A cold sweat broke out on my back. Could it really be over so quickly? Could all my thoughts about this evening just end like that? I started to worry.
"Is something wrong?" asked Margarita Vitalyevna, seeing the panic on my face.
I hastily began to think of how to keep her with me:
"It's so cold today. Maybe you'd like to come in for some tea, warm up."
It was indeed about thirty degrees below zero outside, and she agreed. I don't know what it was: either a desire to warm up, or...
A satisfied smile replaced the grimace on my face, and I went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. When Margarita entered the kitchen, two glasses and a bottle of wine were already on the table.
"Wow! So that's the kind of tea we're having today," she said, sitting down on a chair.
I also sat down and poured the wine into the glasses.
"And what's the occasion for the banquet?" Margarita smiled.
I again felt her scorching gaze. And not finding what to answer, I said:
"Just because. I rarely have guests. Let's drink to you, Margarita Vitalyevna?"
"Just Rita."
"Denis," I awkwardly introduced myself.
After a few glasses, the conversation started to flow a bit, and we began to talk. I told her about work, about the girlfriend who cheated on me, about plans to move to another city. She told me about her ex-husband—an alcoholic—about her dog, complained about the neighbors. I listened to her, but my eyes were fixed on the neckline of her décolletage. Again, she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were barely noticeable, protruding slightly.
"Did you see them?"
"What?" I didn't understand.
"My tits. Did you see them yesterday?"
"Uh...," I was taken aback, not knowing what to answer.
"I saw everything, and I understood. You got so aroused and blushed like a boy. Did you like them? Do you want to see more?" And she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
I froze. She unbuttoned the second button and pulled the collar aside. My gaze was met by her full, beautiful breast. Suddenly she stood up and came over to me. Taking my hand and placing it on her breast, she said:
"Stroke them! Touch them! Caress them!"
A beautiful woman stood before me, asking me to touch her. I couldn't believe my eyes. She had soft, firm breasts with small, even nipples like a young girl's. Rita pressed my head to her chest, and I inhaled their scent. Oh, how they smelled! It was a divine fragrance. I lost my head and grabbed her buttocks. She wasn't wearing panties either. I kneaded her firm ass while kissing her breasts with my lips. And she tousled my hair and moaned something. But I didn't hear her. I was overcome by wild feelings of passion and a terrible desire for sex. Rita lifted my head, looked into my eyes, and kissed me gently. What tender lips she had! I couldn't tear myself away from them.
She sat on my lap and touched my aroused cock through my trousers. She unbuckled my belt and fly, pulled down my pants, and then my underwear. Rita gently stroked my cock, wrapped her hand around it, and squeezed tightly. A drop of fluid appeared, which she licked off with her tongue. Then she gently kissed the head and completely enveloped it with her lips. Shivers ran all over my body, and I twitched. She seemed to feel it and took the cock all the way to the base. She sucked while teasing my balls with her hands.
"Let's go to the sofa, I want you," she whispered.
She stood up and led me by the hand into the room. Turning me with my back to the sofa, she pulled off my T-shirt and pushed my chest. I fell onto the pillows. Rita began to take off her clothes. Only now did I see all her beauty. She had a magnificent figure. She must have gone to the gym. Firm, high breasts, a beautiful waist, a shaved pubic area, long, straight legs—everything about her was graceful. Completely undressed, she came over and climbed on top of me. "I'm on top," Rita said with satisfaction.
She slowly inserted the cock all the way into her vagina and exhaled with a moan. Gently rocking, she looked straight into my eyes. Her movements were soft and pleasant; moving her hips, she stroked my chest, and I supported her by the ass. After a few minutes, I felt the approach of orgasm. She also began to quicken the pace, and we came simultaneously, jerking in convulsions.
For a while longer, we lay silently, caressing each other. It smelled pleasantly of sweat and semen. Then she got up and went to the bathroom. Coming out, she came over to me, kissed me on the lips, and headed for the exit. Already dressed, she took the money I had prepared from the nightstand and said she would come in a month for the payment.
I was on cloud nine with happiness. Closing the door behind her, I again went to the window and watched Margarita until she turned the corner.