What does Polyanka have to do with it?
Right behind my vegetable garden, there's a small ravine. A stream flows along its bottom, quite talkative and noisy in spring, quiet and inconspicuous in summer. On the opposite slope of the stream, there's a small clearing surrounded by bushes. You could walk right by and not notice anyone there. Well, that's if you're just passing by. But why would I need to pass by? From the second floor of my house, the view of this clearing is simply wonderful: everything is right in the palm of my hand.
Add binoculars for better vision, and you get a full view. And let me tell you, this clearing is simply enchanted. No matter who passes by, some couple, they always turn off there and settle down for carnal pleasures. Simply put, for
fucking. And I have excellent visibility and a great view. So I observe the sexual life of the village. Young people — that's understandable. But even quite mature and even somewhat elderly couples get an impulse and a charge of energy on this clearing for prolonged rolling, bouncing, and other bodily movements. And they fuck lying down, standing, and doggy style. All the positions are too many to list.My neighbor dropped by for a minute. I can't even remember what she needed. Not offering a guest tea is a disgrace to the house. So during that "minute," we managed to drink some tea, talk, jumping from one topic to another. More precisely, the neighbor talked, and I just nodded in agreement, occasionally inserting a couple of words. My neighbor is a rather attractive woman just over thirty, has a normal body, slightly exceeding the notorious measurements of ninety and sixty, and her weight is a bit above what fashion prescribes. And I like it that way.
Everything is in place: breasts of quite decent size, a round butt, and slender, though slightly plump legs. And she has a light, cheerful disposition. True, there is one drawback in our relationship: she has never given herself to me. And it's not that I didn't ask, I did. More precisely, I hinted slightly, but she brushed it off with a joke, and that ended the attempts at physical intimacy. But otherwise, we communicate, we're neighbors after all. So we're sitting, she's chatting, I'm listening. She asked something about the computer, and it's on the second floor. So we went. I, as a true gentleman, let the lady go first. My staircase is steep, so, being behind and below, I examined the lady's butt in all its details as she climbed. A good butt. One to squeeze.
We were about to go back downstairs, but on the other side of the ravine, neighbor Seryoga appeared with his Irka. They went into the woods for some need. It's known what for. He lives with his mother-in-law and two boys, and the house is tiny. He can't even fuck his wife properly anywhere. So they've taken to going to that slutty clearing. Irka takes a blanket with her, they don't just lie on the grass. They are a married couple after all, not just anyone. The neighbor got interested, wondering why they go to that side so often, what they've forgotten there. I snorted: big deal, Newton's binomial. They go to fuck.
She didn't believe me, deciding I was joking. I snorted again, offering the neighbor the binoculars. She took the binoculars, looks. It's an army thing after all, not for women's hands. And even I can't hold it up for long myself. So she leaned over, rested her elbows on the windowsill, put the eyepieces to her eyes. She watches. And on the clearing, the action is already in full swing. Seryoga and Irka undressed and started rolling on the blanket. Seryoga lies on top of Irka, puts her in doggy style, and ends up on the bottom himself. All that's missing is the sound and full 3D cinema. The neighbor wiggles her butt, rubs her legs together, rubbing her thighs, licks her lips, breathes quickly.
And her cheeks turned red. So she's empathizing. The spectacle turned the woman on. I'm standing next to her. I put my hand on her waist, and she didn't even react. I moved it to her butt. Again, no emotions. I squeezed her buttocks. Then she twisted her backside slightly, offering the hemispheres of her melons to my hand. Ah, what the hell! And I slipped my hand under her skirt, wedged it between her legs. And the neighbor just shifted her feet, spreading them wider. And I was finally able to squeeze the long-desired object. Even if through the fabric of her panties.
The fabric turned out to be quite wet. Clearly, the girl got turned on and her pussy wept, demanding its share of affection. Since there's no resistance, no visible reaction, I pulled her panties down, first lifting the neighbor's dress up onto her back. Now her white butt was exposed, now in the cleft of her buttocks, the pie of her still-clenched pussy lips appeared. It glistens, damn it, from juice. I stroke her, slipped a finger inside. And the neighbor twists her butt, impaling herself on the finger. But why bother with a finger when this hole is meant for another object.
I'm no longer concerned with Irka and Seryoga, I'm looking at the white butt, at the cock that dives into the depth of the pussy, pulling the inner lips in with it, emerges, and they stretch after it, tightly hugging it, smearing it with their juice. And the neighbor dropped her head onto her crossed arms, her breasts sliding on the windowsill, leaving the now unnecessary binoculars alone. She started moaning softly, moving her behind more actively. Now the rhythm and amplitude increased, the slaps became louder, the smell of fucking spread through the room, quite specific, pleasant (to my taste), an arousing smell.
Now, now, I'll finally cum in this hole, spill my little milk into it. Wait just a little. Turned out, screw that. The neighbor, clearly also moving towards the finish line, gasped, froze, pressing her buttocks against my stomach and her pussy, squeezing the shaft tightly several times, signaled that she was satisfied with my actions. The neighbor sighed, relaxed and, without turning her head, said
— Cum!
No need to persuade me, I know such offers aren't made several times. And so I started moving my behind faster, no longer caring about my partner's sensations. And soon I pressed against her butt and, jerking a few times, came, filling her pussy with sperm so that it ran down her thighs. The neighbor exhaled
— You shouldn't have done it there.
Too late, dear. You warn about such things in advance. And she continued
— How will I go home all dirty?
Ha! What's the problem? My bathhouse is under the same roof as the house. In the evening, you can wash and come out of the bathhouse without panties. It's not like you have to run across the street. I explained. With some elusive movement of her hand, she gathered the hem of her dress into a bunch and she made a knot so that the dress was fixed at her waist. And the neighbor, flashing her bare behind, descended, no, not from heaven, although I hope I helped her be there, but simply down the stairs. She stood up, looking at me questioningly. Like, where to next? I showed her. She slammed the door in my face, preferring to perform the ritual of ablution alone. And let her. What, haven't I seen how women wash their asses?
I stand, wait for her to come out, laughing to myself. She with a bare butt, me in just a T-shirt with a bare dick. A concert of pure comedians. She came out. Her little dress straightened, the picture of innocence. Her face satisfied. While I washed away the traces of passion, she went upstairs. And there was nothing to watch anymore. Seryoga, having fucked Irka, left the clearing and now it rested until the next couple. The trampled grass also needs to rise. The neighbor said that she and I should go to that clearing, take a closer look. But here's the problem: can the partner recover that quickly?
And I proudly assured her that no later than in an hour, the neighbor could safely take off her panties and assume the position. Sighing, she lamented that just now, today, she couldn't. Things to do. But if it's tomorrow, she's free all day.
Already outside the gate, she stopped and turned around.
— I liked it. Did you?
A stupid question. I wanted her for so long, and suddenly I wouldn't like it. Actually, if she lingered a bit more, she'd have to take off her panties, because I want her even now. Look, something is already rising in my pants. Pressing against me for a moment, she stroked that something through the fabric of my pants, promising to calm this restless comrade in the very near future. She pecked my cheek and fluttered away. Well, okay.
No, it's a good clearing behind my garden. If it weren't for it, the neighbor would still be unfucked. Although, what does the clearing have to do with it? Huh?