Christina's Adventures Part 4

I woke up to the phone ringing, opened my eyes, reached for it—it was Amin calling.

Amin: "Good morning, my beauty! We'll be at your place in an hour and a half!"

Me: "Okay, I'll be waiting." (I replied in a sleepy voice)

Sitting up in bed, I felt my butt aching from yesterday. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I noticed the left corner of my lip was cracked from yesterday's blowjob. Swallowing, I felt my throat hurt, as if I had a cold. I took off my shorts and saw semen inside—apparently, it hadn't all come out right away; some had leaked out during the night. Spreading my cheeks in front of the mirror, I saw traces of dried semen; the hole

was neatly closed.

I stood under the cold streams of water to wake myself up. My reddened cheeks from yesterday pleasantly vibrated under the cold water and relaxed.

After getting myself together, I put on some home shorts and a tight-fitting tank top and went to have breakfast. Before I could finish my breakfast, Amin called and said he had arrived. I opened the gate for him, and a car with workers followed him in. I sat down to finish breakfast, and about 30 minutes later, Amin came to me. He looked as good as always—a white polo shirt with unbuttoned buttons, a shiny Rolex on his wrist that drew my gaze, and thick black hair combed back.

Me: "Uncle Amin, would you like tea or coffee? Are you hungry?"

Amin: "Yes, coffee would be good! No time to eat, I have to work. I'll check a couple of sites and be back for you in about four hours!"

I went to pour him coffee. The coffee machine slowly filled the cup as I stood there thinking about last night, absentmindedly stroking my butt. Taking the mug, I turned to Amin. His gaze was drilling into my butt and legs; without looking away, he shamelessly stared at my chest. I leaned over and placed the coffee on the table; his gaze sank into the neckline of my tank top. Licking his lips, he started drinking the coffee. We chatted briefly, and the whole time his eyes wandered over me. Amin left, and I went to work out by the pool. Occasionally, I caught the workers' glances but pretended not to notice. There had been enough sex over the last two days, and all I wanted was to go to the gym, have coffee at Patriki, and chat with my girlfriends. Time passed quickly, and a black Range Rover flew into our yard. Amin was talking to someone on the phone and was clearly unhappy about something. Without looking up from his phone, he told me to get ready. My suitcase had been packed for a while; on top lay a light blue-tinted white dress and high-heeled shoes. Jumping into my outfit, I dragged the suitcase to the car. Seeing me, Amin ordered one of the builders to help me. We got in the car and drove to the city.

I was in a fantastic mood thanks to the great weather, the upcoming vacation, and Tolik. I felt like dancing right there in Amin's car. Driving along the country road, I took off my shoes and put my feet up on the windshield. Amin looked at my beautiful legs with red nail polish, which he had complimented, and whistled a little. I asked him to open the sunroof and leaned out. Music was playing in the car, and Amin smiled widely. My hair fluttered in the wind; I leaned back a bit and saw Amin peeking under my dress, beneath which were delicate blue panties through which the outline of my pussy was visible. I lifted my leg so he could see the back, which was lace. Moving to the rhythm of the music, swaying my butt, Amin opened all the car windows, causing my dress to start riding up—it felt like it might fly off. Amin tugged my leg, and I jumped back into the seat.

Me: "Something wrong, Amin?"

Amin: "Everything's cool, baby. We're about to approach a gas station; there's often police there. Unlike me, they won't be too thrilled with such hot dancing."

Amin spoke with a smile, flashing his snow-white teeth, which looked perfect against his black beard.

Pulling into the gas station, Amin got out of the car and asked if I needed anything from the cafe. I asked him to buy ice cream; Amin winked approvingly.

While waiting for him, I decided to tidy up and fix my hair, which was a mess. Reaching for my bag, I noticed my dress was hiked up and my panties were brazenly peeking out.

While I was getting myself together, Amin returned, and we drove on. I ate ice cream and listened to his stories; he occasionally looked at my lips as they licked the ice cream and my tongue cleaning the remnants from my lips.

Amin: "You look a lot like your mom—just as cheerful and lighthearted. You're both simple yet very beautiful and elegant. I've never seen anyone eat ice cream like that," Amin said and laughed.

Me: "Did you date my mom? Or just hang out?"

Amin: "You could say we had a good time together, but we stayed friends."

We arrived at the house. Amin took my suitcase out of the trunk; we hugged and gave each other a friendly kiss on the cheek.

I approached the entrance and breathed in the heavy air of Novy Arbat—yeah, the air at the dacha is fresher. A message came from Amin suggesting we meet up sometime to chat more.

I went inside; Mom met me in a great mood and invited me to dinner—looks like she hadn't wasted her time.

Me: "I was thinking, I want to get lip fillers at your clinic tomorrow. I think with my thin cheeks and beautiful cheekbones, I'll look like Angelina Jolie. It'll look good."

Mom: "Okay, I'll take you to the clinic tomorrow morning. Remember, we're going shopping on Friday after work?"

Me: "Of course I remember! I've been looking forward to it all week. I've already picked out what I'm buying, and on Saturday I'll be the prettiest among the girls with sexy lips," I said happily.

We arrived at the clinic, and 30 minutes later, I had beautiful, sexy lips. With my thin cheeks and beautiful cheekbones, my face looked like a top model's. Yeah, that's pretty erotic, I thought.

Doctor: "Don't bend your head down or lie down for 5 hours. Don't touch or wash the injection sites for 24 hours. Be careful with strength training; preferably no heavy loads for 7 days. No saunas or steam baths for at least 7 days either!"

Me: "When will the results be visible?"

Doctor: "This is a new hyaluronic acid formula. You'll notice changes by tomorrow, and the swelling will go down by morning. If you follow all the recommendations, the full effect will form in 4-5 days!"

Next, I went for laser hair removal. Chatting with Tanya there, I learned the clinic now offers butt and pussy bleaching. After examining me, Tanya said it was too early for me and gave me a cream to maintain beautiful white skin.

Tanya: "It's too early for you. Here's a cream—just apply it before bed, and the skin around your sphincter will always be white and well-groomed. You can also apply it to your pink girl to keep her just as beautiful for a long time. Your girl is pretty, without hanging labia—many women pay good money for surgery to remove them!"

On Friday, Mom came home from work early, and we went shopping. We needed to prepare for the vacation and meeting with friends.

Arriving at a huge mall, we shopped for about 5 hours; my legs were tired and begging for rest. I bought a lot of lingerie from Victoria's Secret. Trying on sets with stockings from Agent Provocateur, I got turned on looking at myself. New swimsuits, dresses, shorts, tops, and T-shirts. It seemed we spent more money than our vacation cost. Finally, throwing all the purchases into the car, we went to eat.

Mom: "My feet hurt so much, I can't take it anymore."

Mom took off her shoes and put her feet up on the sofa.

Stroking her gorgeous blonde hair, she looked over at the next table where men were smiling at her.

Me: "Tell me about Amin. What happened between you?"

Mom: "What makes you think something happened?"

Me: "Well, it seemed like he likes you!"

Mom: "Yeah, like all the women around him!" Mom said with a smirk.

Me: "Come on, tell me, I'm curious."

Mom: "You're so persistent. Okay, listen. About 10 years ago, when we bought the apartment on Novy Arbat, I met him. At first, he did our renovation, then he started courting me. Under his pressure, I gave in. We didn't date long—his Eastern temperament and hot temper, I couldn't tolerate it for long. Yeah, the sex with him is good, but there's too much of it. He hooks you with animal instincts, but that's it. We decided to stay friends, and he hasn't hit on me since. Yeah, he gives compliments, but not like the ones he used to give me."

We ate and chatted about men. I honestly told Mom I have sex, just hid the names and places. She probably wouldn't approve of sex with Tolik or that I found Amin attractive.

It was Saturday, and my girlfriends and I could finally meet up in the evening. I prepared the black dress I bought yesterday with a thin belt; it felt like a thin jacket and looked like a short robe, black super-high stilettos, a new set of lace lingerie—the bra cups had nude-colored inserts under the lace, which looked very beautiful, and the same insert was on the front of the thong, plus stockings.

I couldn't find my AirPods anywhere. I definitely remember putting them in my bag at the dacha; probably, while rummaging through it, they fell out and stayed in Amin's car. I texted him, but he didn't reply.

I went to the gym. Arriving, I met Misha, and we started working out. Since I still couldn't do heavy loads, he put me through a body-cutting program, which made my face even thinner, my cheekbones more pronounced, and my neat, plump lips just right.

Misha: "Those lips suit you; you look like a girl someone would want to meet!"

Me: "Hah, you don't even need to meet me. Thanks for the likes on Instagram, by the way—I appreciated it!"

Misha: "Didn't think you checked who likes you."

Me: "Pass me the water, please!"

Misha handed me the bottle; I started drinking and spilled a little on my chest.

Misha didn't look away; it was clear he liked it.

Me: "I didn't get super big lips, but it still feels unusual."

Misha took a towel and started helping me wipe off. In that moment, I felt his hand touch my breast; it gently slid over my nipple and moved up to my neck. I wanted to whisper for him to keep going.

I saw Misha looking at my chest and carefully licking his dry lips with his tongue. I handed him the water, and he drank greedily.

"Let's do the crossover, and then I'll let you go home—I can see you're tired." I sat down and started the exercise; he watched my perky breasts in the sports bra.

Me: "Misha, I think I'm doing something wrong; I don't feel my chest working."

Misha gently adjusted my elbows and placed his hands on my chest. I started squeezing my arms harder, and my breasts became like balls. A bulge appeared in Misha's shorts; I could see in his eyes he was holding back from squeezing them.

Finishing up, he walked me to the locker room.

Misha: "Remember the creatine and protein to maintain the shape we've built. Right now, we've achieved what you wanted—your figure is perfect, but there's no limit to perfection!"

Me: "Yeah, Misha, thanks for helping me; I couldn't have done it alone. I always forget to order the protein; if only someone reminded me about it."

Misha: "That's what I'm here for. How about I text or call you every two weeks?"

Me: "Better call. Even better, video call so I definitely don't forget and order right away. It's awkward tapping on the phone when it's at your ear!"

Misha: "Okay! Run along to your things!"

I put on the outfit I prepared earlier, curled my hair, did my makeup, accentuating my lips with a dark cherry matte lipstick that added volume. I looked like a model for a photoshoot. Taking my purse, I went to the taxi waiting at the entrance.

A business-class car was waiting. The driver stood by the rear door and politely opened it, complimenting my appearance, which boosted my confidence even more. While driving, I took selfies and nice photos for Instagram. Amin still hadn't read my message.

Everyone was already waiting for me at the bar, from which music was playing. The girls were sitting outside, choosing something from the menu. Seeing me, they all exclaimed "Ooooh" in unison, a wave of joy rolling down the street. I walked, swaying my hips, and smiled at them.

We sat and chatted; I told them about Tolik and Misha and listened to their stories. It was 11 PM when my phone rang—it was Amin.

Amin: "Hey, beauty. I was busy, couldn't reply. Your headphones are with me. I can drop them off—where are you?"

Me: "I'm with the girls at Patriki; we're about to head home soon. Want to come by?"

Amin: "Of course I do! Send me the address."

I sent him the address and waited. The girls gradually dispersed. I stayed with Lisa; she was as wild as me—we were the life of the party in our group. We chatted about the most candid topics; she shared how she became a businessman's mistress and how her life changed.

It was getting cold outside; we asked the waiter to make us some tasty hot tea.

Waiter: "Your tea. It has a relaxing effect and boosts mood. Also, the longer you steep it, the more intoxicating it becomes."

We drank tea, enjoying the conversation and what was happening around us. The tea started working; my head and legs felt like we'd had wine. My mood was high, and we chatted nonstop. I felt like dancing or singing; inside, there was bliss and calmness accompanied by hints of arousal.

I looked at the road and saw a black Range Rover stopping across from us. Amin got out and walked toward us with a confident, relaxed stride. As always, he looked perfect in an old-money style. I nodded my head toward Amin and said, "That's for me." Lisa whistled and laughed, saying my lips weren't dumb.

Amin: "Good evening, beauties!" he said elegantly.

We greeted him. Lisa looked at him with her mouth slightly open; it was clear he had caught her attention. Amin looked Lisa over; his gaze stopped on her small, perky breasts. She wore a gray dress like a long tank top, under which her pierced nipples were visible, along with tattoos on her collarbones and neck. She didn't spare her body and was covered in tattoos. Her slimness, toned butt, tattoos, plumped lips, and bob haircut made her look like a bad girl.

Then his gaze fell on me. Slowly, he appreciated my legs, beautifully