Monday

The morning didn't promise anything supernatural, but as it turned out, it didn't go as usual.

As usual, I came to the garage, wiped the car windows, and there was my neighbor Olya. A short lady around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, fair-skinned with shoulder-length hair, not a beauty, but very pleasant and well-groomed.

 — Zhenya, hi, I can't get it started for some reason, could you take a look?

 — Sure.

We went into her garage, popped the hood, she crawled under it with a smart look and started building her theories about the breakdown of her Polo. And then I looked at her ass. And it turns out it's actually quite nice, and I hadn't paid attention before. White semi-transparent capris,

and her panties are visible through them, some kind of white blouse, also see-through. My dick got so hard it was bulging out of my pants. Somehow reflexively, I moved and pressed my cock against her butt. A failure. Olya didn't react, but I even blushed.

 — Alright, don't rush. Your terminal came loose, that's all, — I said, — Give me a ten-millimeter wrench, I don't have one.

I bent over, put the terminal back on, and Olya brought the wrench.

 — Probably it came off yesterday when I was driving the kids to the village, — Olya concluded.

 — Most likely. Did you call your husband?

 — He's away on a business trip and his phone is off, probably partying with chicks there.

 — Well, you should party too.

 — With chicks? — Olya laughed.

 — With anyone.

 — Okay.

The hint was understood.

 — Damn, I'm so grateful to you, I don't know how to thank you, — said Olya, looking into my eyes.

 — Women always have a way to thank men. You're not a little girl anymore.

 — You too, — Olya put her hand on my dick in my pants.

 — Close the gate, — I said, and Olya went to close the gate from the inside, then came back.

 — Come here, — I said and, unzipping my fly, pulled Olya to me, then kissed her.

Olya's hand slipped into my fly, then under the waistband of my underwear and grabbed my dick; with her other hand, Olya frantically started unbuttoning my pants and undoing the belt.

By this time, I had already unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up her bra, sucking on her small breasts with pretty, light-colored nipples.

 — Give me a wipe, my hands are still dirty, — I said to Olya.

Olya reached into the car and got a pack of wet wipes. While I was wiping my hands, Olya had already squatted down and taken my protruding dick into her mouth.

 — Oh, what a good girl, — I said.

Olya sucked with pleasure, squeezing my balls with her hand and deep-throating my entire shaft.

After letting the girl suck for a while, I lifted her up and finally took off her bra and blouse, then proceeded to pull down her capris and white panties.

Olya put her foot on the car's threshold and leaned against the door, presenting me with her small, round butt.

I squatted down and licked her between her legs, ran my tongue, and her labia parted, delighting me with their pleasant scent and wetness.

I stood up and pressed my dick against her vagina.

Olya squealed softly when my dick plunged into her. I started moving slowly, quietly squelching in her abundant, juicy wetness. I squeezed Olya's breasts, gave her butt a couple of good slaps. Olya liked that.

 — Rougher, take me, come on, — Olya moaned.

I grabbed the girl by the hair and, pulling her sharply towards me, drove my dick into her all the way to my balls.

Olya groaned very loudly.

So, with some elements of sadomasochism, now firmly holding her by the hair, now by the throat, I fucked Olya in the garage, squelching in her joyful, heated vagina. And the girl was very wet.

I gave a very wide thrust and my dick slipped out of Olya; I made a sharp forward movement and my dick bumped against her anus.

 — No, honey, not now, I'm not ready… , — Olya moaned and with her hand guided my dick back into her vagina.

 — And when will you be ready? — I asked, realizing I could also count on anal.

 — Later. For now, like this.

I continued. Now Olya was on all fours on the driver's seat, sticking her butt out the open door, and I, holding onto the steering wheel, was pushing my dick into her.

 — Olya, will you take it in your mouth? — I asked.

 — You're about to cum? Already?

 — I'll tell you.

 — Okay.

After about a dozen thrusts into Olya on all fours, I pulled my dick out of her and tugged Olya by the arm. She reacted quickly, and now I was pouring streams of my cum into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed.

After licking my dick clean and wiping the cum from her lips, Olya licked my balls and started putting herself in order.

We wiped ourselves with wet wipes and got dressed.

 — Thank you, you're amazing, — I said.

 — No, thank you, now at least I'll know what can come loose on my car, — said Olya, as if nothing had happened.

I left Olya's garage and went to work.

At lunch, I got a text: "Guess what, the battery again, and the back is fine. At two for the service." The only thing I couldn't figure out was how Olya got my phone number. At two o'clock, I was in the garage, Olya's Polo was already inside.

 — Hi, — I said.

 — Hi, — answered Olya, who was sitting and listening to music.

 — Where did you get my number from?

 — From Anton.

Anton is the "handyman" who fixes cars in our garages, and he had my number.

 — Now I understand.

 — Close it, — said Olya.

I closed the garage.

Olya got out of the car. Now she was in shorts, sneakers, and a thin-strapped tank top.

 — I promised you I'd let you have my ass.

 — You're so responsible.

We both laughed.

Olya came up to me, and we started kissing. I slipped my hand into her shorts, under her string panties, and my hand met Olya's yearning, aroused vagina.

 — Here's a condom, — Olya took a condom out of her purse on the seat.

 — Don't rush, I'm going to caress your bush first.

 — It's not a bush, — Olya laughed.

 — I know, I just need to label and name it somehow.

 — Fuck, call it a pussy.

 — Okay, I'll call it a pussy. Take everything off.

Olya undressed instantly and now stood only in her sneakers.

 — You look like a runner.

 — Well, then fuck it already.

Olya sucked my dick again, but not for long. She was put on all fours on the seat again and quickly fucked in the pussy.

But now it was time for her ass.

I laid Olya on the back seat, moved the front seats all the way forward, and positioned myself like an acrobat behind her.

Olya was already whining and moaning in anticipation of anal, rubbing her vagina and playing with her clit.

I put on the condom, lubricated Olya's hole with hand cream she had brought beforehand, and pressed the head of my dick against it.

 — Just don't rush, honey.

 — Okay, dear, as you say.

Olya buried her face in the seat cushion and was quietly whispering something.

The hole in Olya's ass turned out to be tight; I barely squeezed into it. Then things got better and the hole began to stretch like a stocking over my dick, enveloping it. Olya wasn't making any sounds, but that was for now. Until I started moving fast.

At first, I moved slowly, but then I started increasing the pace and Olya started singing a new song. She screamed like she was being slaughtered, and I had to close the car doors so no one would hear her.

I got into the groove; my dick moved easily and quickly in Olya's small, round butt, which was sniffling, moaning, and writhing, twisting on my dick. Olya didn't stay on all fours for long, and now I laid her on her side, continuing to torment her anal opening. Olya was all wet and red, she was cursing, moaning, screaming, begging me not to fuck her in the ass, but it didn't affect me.

Olya rubbed her clit, squeezed her tits, and I, spreading my arms, held on with all my might, driving my dick into Olya.

To be honest, I started feeling sorry for her. I couldn't cum, but my dick was hard as a rock, and Olya was whining and moaning, twisting and trying to get off my dick. But her mistake was the phrase "Fucking awesome. Give me more, I want more in the ass." Apparently, it wasn't so bad for her. I grabbed Olya by the right leg, lifted it, and started moving, pulling the girl onto me.

The torment of Olya's anus lasted another fifteen minutes, after which I was ready to cum, and Olya started cumming, all accompanied by fountains of fluid gushing from her vagina. This was exactly the case when a woman isn't peeing but actually cumming. After drenching me and the seat beneath her, Olya fell silent, and I came into her lifeless body, grunting and groaning heavily.

Olya just passed out.

After resting, Olya climbed out of the car and reached into the trunk, pulling out a bottle of water and washing all her genitals. A huge puddle spread across the garage floor; Olya wiped herself with paper towels and got dressed.

I did the same, washed up, and dried off. Got dressed. Olya was silent.

 — Olya, what's wrong, why are you silent?

 — I just have no words. That was intense and fucking awesome. I was just processing it, sorry.

Olya finally smiled and kissed me on the lips.

Lunch was over, and I went back to work.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, and we'll see if Olya's terminal comes loose again?

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