Autumn's Gift
The hot summer days were upon us. It was June. Summer had fully taken hold, and the sun was warming the earth after the winter-spring chill.
My name is Sergei. I look like an ordinary, stocky man of middle age, specifically 38. I live in one of the small settlements, what they call a town-type settlement. I have a large private house with all the amenities. I work as a driver-mechanic at one of the enterprises in our district.
At that time, I was living with my wife, Larisa. A slender, long-legged blonde with long, curly hair. Many women envied her figure, and in turn, men envied me. A third-cup bust, a slender
waist, and a great, firm ass. It seemed everything about her was fine. Her character was a bit of a letdown, it was really quite nasty, but when she started to fawn like a cat and it all ended with just amazing sex, I forgot all the grievances and troubles.Lora worked as an accountant at one of the private firms.
I, in turn, earning quite well due to frequent business trips and being in good standing with the management, allowed myself to spoil my wife. Expensive clothes, cosmetics, and various kinds of jewelry were constantly flashing in Lora's life.
The house was also a full cup. But there was one small minus. After five years of marriage, we had no children. I don't understand anything about it myself, but according to Lora, after our numerous check-ups, the problem was with me.
And so our cloudless life went on, until at some point, Lora got bored with it all. We began to have arguments and disagreements more and more often. She wanted to move to a big city and completely change our pace of life. I, in turn, resisted this in every way.
But as always, after every scandal, it all ended with sex and everything became as before.
But the pressure from Larisa regarding the move was increasing.
"What are we doing sitting here? There's no growth, no prospects. Look, others are moving and everything works out for them! And you just sit there like a stump." Larisa shouted fiercely, with bursts of anger.
"Well, where else do you need to grow?" I tried to deflect. "We have a good, stable life! We go on vacation periodically, the house is fully furnished. What more do you need? Live and be happy."
The scandals became more frequent. Intimacy between us disappeared, as if it had never been. Lora seemed obsessed with moving.
She started staying late at work. Coming home tipsy. Flowers and gifts appeared, which she assured me she bought for herself.
One day, coming home from work, I didn't find my wife at home, nor her things. On the table, a note lay lonely:
"I'm sorry. I'm leaving you. I've met and fallen in love with another person. He and I are moving to a metropolis. Be happy. Larisa."
A lump rose in my throat. There was simultaneously resentment, anger, and a lack of understanding of the whole situation.
I went on a drinking binge. A week was crossed out of my life. Then for that, I got a strict reprimand at work, but thankfully, I wasn't fired.
Over time, having come to terms with my loss, I threw myself into work and just went with the flow of life.
For six months, my companion became a bottle of vodka in the evenings and sex with prostitutes, once or twice a week, so as not to forget my manhood.
Autumn arrived. It was November, or rather, already the middle of it. The days and nights were getting colder, and at times a gusty, piercingly cold wind enveloped the "bare" branches of the trees.
One day, having arrived home in the truck, needing to leave early in the morning for another city to pick up a load, after eating a simple fried egg dinner, I went to bed. Sleep wouldn't come. After lying there until 4 a.m., I decided to go warm up the car, as it was already below freezing outside, and set off. After drinking coffee, I went out into the yard. Reaching the truck and not having time to open the door, I heard a voice behind me:
"Excuse me, is there an apartment for rent here?"
From the surprise and some kind of fear, goosebumps ran over my skin.
Turning around, I saw a small silhouette, presumably female. Taking my phone from my pocket and turning on the flashlight, I shone it towards the person. In front of me stood a girl of short stature, about one meter sixty (1.60m) tall. Big green eyes, a small nose, and plump lips, purple from the cold. Long, straight brown hair. She was dressed in a light white flared dress and a thin cardigan. On her bare feet, sandals of the type like open-toed shoes were visible.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" I asked, surprised and stunned.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a homeless person or a beggar. I'm just looking for an apartment. But I don't have any money right now, but at the end of the month I'll pay everything back."
Something inside me twinged. And whether from surprise or from the kindness of my heart, I took a bunch of keys from my pocket and thrust them into her hand.
"I need to go already. And you go into the house. It's warm there. Find something to eat, I don't remember exactly what I have, but you can definitely find something. Don't pay attention to the mess and lack of cleaning, that's just how it turned out for me. We'll decide what to do with you in the evening."
She looked at me with a surprised gaze, took the keys, and shivering from the cold, trudged towards the house. I jumped into the car and left on the trip.
The workday, surprisingly, flew by very quickly. Walking home from work, I turned into the store out of habit. Taking a bottle of vodka, I headed towards home. It was snowing outside.
Approaching the house, I saw the lights on in the windows.
"Oh, you foooool!" I exclaimed, grabbing my head, having completely forgotten that I had a "guest" at home. What if she robbed me or something worse.
Entering the yard and looking in the window, I was stunned. The house was perfectly clean. The floor and all the furniture were shining. All the things were folded and as if they were in their places. In the middle of the room, on the sofa, sat my stranger, tucking her legs under herself, covered with a warm blanket, reading a book. At that moment, I somehow completely lost the desire for alcohol. Throwing the bottle of vodka into the snow, I went into the house.
Entering the veranda, the enticing and intoxicating smell of freshly cooked food hit my nose.
Opening the door and entering the house, I shouted:
"Hey, is anyone alive?"
The girl jumped up from the sofa and ran out to meet me.
"I'm sorry, I did a little housekeeping here. Are you hungry?"
"I could eat a horse!" I said, swallowing my saliva.
"Wash your hands and to the table, I'll set it now."
"What's your name?"
"Viktoriya, you can just call me Vika."
"Very nice, I'm Sergei. And let's switch to 'you' right away."
Viktoriya nodded her head, embarrassed and smiling.
"I tried to make borscht, but it turned out what it turned out from what I could find among the groceries."
Taking a spoonful of the hot soup, I experienced an indescribable taste pleasure.
Viktoriya looked at me, surprised and awaiting my verdict, as I eagerly finished the borscht.
"Very tasty! I haven't had home cooking in a long time. And now, I'll make you some tea. You don't mind?"
Viktoriya nodded approvingly.
Over tea, we got to talking and Vika told her story. She was 20 years old. She got married at 18, but divorced a year later because her husband cheated and beat her. She was a student at one of the universities. She lived with her mother and stepfather. The stepfather began to shift his attention from her mother to her and openly harass her. All complaints to her mother yielded no results, and after another scandal and harassment, she simply ran away from home in what she was wearing.
I felt genuinely sorry for her.
"Alright then!" I said in a masterful tone. "Live at my place for now. The house is big, there's room for everyone. And I'm not even home much, constantly on trips. And the payment will be borscht like this once a week." We both laughed for a long time.
"Well, let's get ready for bed!? And you need to buy some clothes, you can't walk around in a dress all winter. So, live here, gather your thoughts, and then decide what you want to do. I'll help however I can."
And so we started living together. The bottle of vodka was replaced by treats for tea. After work, I wanted to get home faster, where it was cozy and warm like home. Despite the age difference, and it wasn't small, a whole 18 years, Vika and I had many common topics and interests. We talked, laughed. Honestly, I didn't even have a thought in my head to perceive her as a woman and the object of my sexual fantasies. I just felt good with her.
One evening, coming home from work, sensing something was wrong inside, I was simply offended when I saw my ex-wife Larisa on the sofa, in the pose of a languid panther.
"Well, hello! Didn't expect to see me again?"
And Larisa poured out plaintive pleas and requests to get everything back. That she was mistaken and was wrong.
"Where's Vika? That's the only thing I asked Larisa."
"And that one... oh, I see, Serezhenka, you haven't been wasting your time here. Are you trying to say you'd trade me for that???"
Approaching Larisa and grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, shaking her a little in the process, I again shouted:
"Where is Vika, I'm asking you."
"Well, your Vika left. I made it clear to her who the mistress is here."
"So that when I return, there's not a trace of you here or I won't answer for myself."
Grabbing my jacket, I ran out into the yard. It was already dark outside. My head was a mess. I didn't know which way to run or where to look for her. After running around the neighborhood, I decided to go to the base and, at the risk of being fired, take the company truck. Arriving there, I saw the light on in the boss's office. Going inside, I saw the director.
"Mikhalych, my dear, help me out!"
I hastily told him the whole story. Mikhalych, frowning, pulled out the keys to his jeep and threw them on the table.
"It'll be faster on this than on your Kamaz."
Almost kissing Mikhalych passionately, I ran outside, jumped into the car, and rushed off to search for Viktoriya.
Pulling up to her and opening the door, I shouted:
"Get in the car, quick!"
Vika was all in tears, which were freezing on her cheeks.
"Why does this keep happening to me? What did I do wrong in life?" Vika cried out, sobbing.
Getting out of the car and approaching her, I hugged her tightly, pressing her to me.
"Silly! Why did you leave? You should have just waited for me. Larisa and I have been over for a long time."
Vika looked intently at me and kissed me on the lips. My lips moved to meet hers. Our lips, frozen from the cold, immediately became as hot as red-hot metal. Our tongues explored each other's mouths.
Suddenly, a thought struck me: what am I doing!? Pushing the girl away from me, I said:
"This isn't right! It shouldn't be like this! You're just confused. Let's go home!?"
At the same time, experiencing strong arousal, my cock was standing rock-hard in my pants.
Arriving at the base and returning the car, we walked home. The whole way we were silent and only occasionally glanced at each other.
Arriving home, Larisa was no longer there. All the doors were wide open, and the house was very cold.
Lighting the stove and warming up some tea, we sat down at the table.
"Maybe some cognac? To warm up."
"Okay," Vika replied.
After drinking a shot of cognac each, washing it down with tea, we went to bed.
The house was still cold, even though the stove was burning at full blast.
About half an hour later, I heard footsteps and saw the door to my bedroom open.
"I'm cold. Can I lie down with you?"
Without even having time to utter a word, Vika, not waiting for my answer, crawled under the blanket with me. Her cold, delicate hands were on my chest. She immediately kissed me. I responded to her kiss again! My hands, brazenly and greedily, began to "roam" over her body, exploring every curve. Through her pajamas, I began to knead her small, firm ass, stroked her stomach, and gently stroked and kneaded her breasts, which by then had nipples standing at full attention, whether from arousal or from the cold. Vika was breathing heavily, continuing to kiss me and stroke my back.
A minute later, my hand slipped under the elastic of her pajama pants, finding her panties. Running my hand over them, they were already soaking wet.
Pushing her away from me, I took off her pajama top. In the light of the nightlight, I saw two beautiful small breasts that fit neatly into my palm. Pressing against them, I, like a calf, began to suck on them, while kissing and occasionally biting her nipples. Vika tightly gripped the hair on my head and stroked my neck.
"What are you doing to me?" I muttered in ecstasy.
"I love you, my good man!" Vika whispered tenderly and a little hoarsely from excitement.
Laying her on her back, I pulled off her pajama pants along with her panties. A tender, narrow, pink pussy beckoned to me, exuding sweet, enticing juices.
Never having tried to please a girl this way before, I pressed my face to her pussy and ran my tongue over it. Vika shuddered and jerked, arching her back, practically going into a bridge. Slowly and monotonously, I began, roughly speaking, to lick my girl, discovering new sensations for myself and giving Vika incredible pleasure and arousal. After about 10 minutes, Vika began to twitch and tightly squeeze my head between her legs while running her hands through the hair on my head. A warm and slightly salty liquid streamed onto my face. Vika experienced a squirting orgasm. She thrashed and writhed in convulsions and screamed loudly.
To be honest, it even