Heavenly being

Heavenly Creature

Sergey turned over to his other side, but the vision wouldn't leave him. The naked woman standing before the mirror didn't allow him to be distracted for a second from the memory of her exquisite form.

Large, full, snow-white breasts with nipples surrounded by light-brown areolas floated through his fevered brain. The black triangle beneath her slightly rounded belly stirred his imagination, forcing his hand to slip under the waistband of his shorts, to stroke his genitals tenderly, then with a fierce intensity.

The mere thought that the woman had been utterly defenseless made his heart clench with lust. She didn't scream, didn't cover her naked flesh with her hands,

but instead looked at him with a kind of bewilderment, forcing him to flee the room in shame.

A mischievous glint flashed in her green eyes. She had never felt a more admiring gaze upon her body. It struck her heart like lightning, sending a fine shiver down her spine. For the first time, the woman looked at Sergey as a man, an appreciator of her beauty.

His timidity and embarrassment filled her with indescribable delight. It seemed to her that if he had stayed, standing there, looking at her amazing body, she wouldn't have chased him out, enjoying his rapturous gaze, full of love and passion.

But he would never have dared to do that, and she wouldn't have allowed herself to remain before him in Eve's costume either.

Alone, the woman took a deep breath, languidly ran her hands over her naked body, squeezing her breasts, pressing in her small belly that curved over the lawn of dark little hairs.

— "No, I'm still something," flashed through her head as she admired her reflection in the mirror. "Poor Seryozhka, I've given him a sleepless night..."

Yes, she was right, he didn't sleep, tossing and turning from side to side, imagining her in his embrace.

— "How beautiful she is," ached in his fevered brain as he recalled the rounded forms of the mature woman, and the first portion of thick, hot semen erupted, sending him into a state of madness. His body trembled with convulsions, and words he had never said to anyone flew from his lips, "How I love you, ... Aunt Marina!"

***

The first rays of the sun caressed his face, forcing him to open his eyes, to remember what had happened. Seryozhka sighed heavily, the feeling of shame crashing down on him with renewed force.

Oh, how awkward it had been, that he had entered Aunt Marina's room without knocking, catching the woman by surprise as she was attending to her intimate toilet before bed. He had quickly retreated with a face as red as a lobster, without even apologizing to her.

— "I'll stay in my room until she goes to the river," he decided firmly, ashamed to appear before her.

But not even half an hour had passed when an insistent knock came at the door:

— "Seryozhka, are you still asleep? Get up, let's go swimming!"

They went to the river early every morning, but now Aunt Marina's calm voice, as if nothing had happened between them yesterday, brought him to a standstill. He had no strength to answer or show himself to her. He curled up even tighter into a ball, tucking his head to his knees, as if that could protect him from the outside world, from the troubles and unpleasantness that had befallen him.

The sheet unexpectedly slipped off him, and fine droplets of water sprinkled his body.

— "Enough sleeping, let's go!"

She stood next to the bed, seductively beautiful, having taken a mouthful of water, trying to douse him again with life-giving spray from head to toe.

— "Alright, alright, I'm getting up," was all he could cry out, jumping out of bed.

***

The woman walked ahead, in an open swimsuit, swaying her hips languidly, barely covered by a semi-transparent pareo wrapped around her chest, as if trying to seduce the inexperienced, bashful creature.

Marina felt the devouring, admiring gaze on her luxurious buttocks with every cell of her body. It drilled, incinerated them, letting lustful thoughts swirl in her head, giving free rein to unbridled feelings. Yes, it had been a long time since she had felt such a gaze upon her body!

— "Put some cream on my back," the woman said as soon as she lay down on her stomach on the soft mat, on a small clearing between tall thickets. "The sun is really beating down hard today."

Seryozhka, with trembling hands, took the sunscreen from the bag, squeezed a generous amount onto his palm, and with bated breath touched the woman's back.

For a second, it seemed to him that the velvety skin quivered under his hand, a light tremor ran through the woman's body, making her jerk away convulsively. But she acted as if she hadn't noticed, quietly, almost lustfully, said:

— "Seryozha, ... undo the bra, ... or you'll get cream on it, ... and I don't want a white stripe left on my back..."

He hesitated, stopped, not knowing what to do, and she, chuckling, understanding his state, without lifting her head from her folded arms, purred quietly like a kitten:

— "Well, why'd you stop, ... come on, be braver, ... or have you never undone one for girls before? It's time to learn, look what a big, strong guy you are..."

Trembling fingers touched the plastic clasp. They pressed on it slightly and it, clicking almost inaudibly, came undone, allowing the elastic fabric to part to the sides.

The woman pulled the colorful fabric, tucking it under herself, causing the edges to slowly slide apart, completely exposing her back and showing, at the sides, pieces of snow-white breast, spread under the weight of her body like dough.

— "From the shoulders down to the waist," escaped her lips, and she pulled the waistband of her bikini bottoms down with her hands, so that the top of her snow-white, rounded buttocks with the beginning of the cleft between them showed, "down to the edge of the panties."

She put her head back on her folded arms, sighed heavily, discontentedly, and, lifting her head, pulled the bra out from under her, began to adjust her breasts, spreading its sides so that Sergey's heart clenched. The snow-white, bluish flesh slipped out even more from under her body, spreading into thick pancakes to the sides.

He knelt before her, carefully moving his palm over her naked back, not taking his eyes off the flesh peeking out so seductively. A wave of excitement surged, making his heart beat faster, filling his excited genitals with pulses of blood.

Seryozhka couldn't believe his hands were caressing the beloved, desired body, thickly applying cream. With bated breath, his fingers touched her waist, lowered slightly, approaching the clear boundary of snow-white skin, still untouched by the sun's rays.

They bumped into an invisible obstacle, not allowing him to cross it, to lower his hand a little further, to touch the top of the sloping, plump buttocks, with a deep cleft between them.

— "Yes, that's right, put it on well here, or I'll burn," her calm voice came to him through a haze, "lower, ... even lower..."

With bated breath, his fingers slid over the snow-white skin, lowered a little further, caressing the desired flesh.

— "Oh, what gentle hands you have, I envy the one you'll caress. Some woman will be lucky," the woman whispered with a deep sigh, and thanked him, "Thank you, my boy."

Sergey lay down next to her on his stomach, feeling his excited flesh pressing into the ground. Not even five minutes had passed when the woman, sighing impatiently, turned onto her back, deftly covering her naked breasts with a towel. She rolled the waistband of her bikini bottoms so that the edge of the lawn of black, curly hairs peeked out, ... and Sergey's blood pounded in his temples.

— "I'm going for a swim," he whispered, not recognizing his own voice, feeling he could no longer bear the tension in his genitals.

— "Go, ... just bring some water, ... and wet the towel...," she answered indifferently, covering her breast with her arm bent at the elbow and handing him the towel, "... it's so hot..."

He swam for a long time, caressing his excited genitals in the water, glancing passionately towards the sunbathing woman, until a wave of orgasm crashed over him, making his whole body tremble. He closed his eyes, imagining for a second that she was in his embrace and it wasn't his palm, but her womb squeezing the tense, trembling flesh, shooting seed into the depths of the woman's belly.

Returning, Sergey couldn't believe that Aunt Marina was lying under the sun only in her bikini bottoms, having pulled them even lower, opening more of the lawn of curly hairs below her belly, not covering her breasts at all. The snow-white mounds shone with their nakedness. Large nipples, surrounded by light-brown areolas, like two little horns, stuck out on the breasts spread over her body like dough.

She heard his steps, and slightly rising, casually covered her breasts with her palms, like bra cups:

— "Come on, ... pour some water on me!"

Sergey splashed water from the bottle, and she cried out, jumped up from the ground, shouting, thrusting one arm forward:

— "That's enough, ... enough..."

Her uncovered breast hung like a large white pear, trembled, twitched, echoing in his groin with a nagging languor. And he, laughing, swinging the bottle, splashed another portion of cold water on Aunt Marina, forcing her to thrust her other arm forward too, protecting her body from it.

The woman squealed, hopping in place:

— "Enough, ... enough..."

But Sergey swung again and she, making a lunge forward, wrapped both arms around him, laughed, pressing him tightly to herself:

— "Alright, enough splashing me. Do you want me to have a heart attack?"

He struggled out of her embrace, and she squeezed his body tighter, pressing her naked breast against him. And only when her thigh felt the tense flesh in his swim trunks did the woman, dropping the playful tone, quietly say, not releasing him from her embrace:

— "Seryozha, stop fooling around, you're not a little boy anymore..."

Seryozha jerked a couple of times and fell still, understanding the ticklishness of the situation. She loosened her embrace, lay down on the mat, covering her breasts with her palms like bra cups.

The woman lay, covering her face with a wet towel, offering her body to the gentle rays of the sun, not removing her hands from her breasts, and Sergey, standing for a bit, lay down next to her.

— "Seryozha, have you heard of nudist beaches?" she unexpectedly broke the silence.

— "Where people sunbathe naked?"

She smirked and said quietly:

— "Nudists are a naturist movement. People who enjoy recreation without clothes, profess a philosophy of unity with nature. Does a person have any more beautiful clothing than its complete absence?"

Sergey didn't know what to answer, trying to find the right words:

— "It's somehow immoral..., and shameful..., how can they be like that..."

— "What could be more beautiful than the naked human body?" she continued to purr gently. "They sunbathe together. Both men and women, and they have no carnal thoughts. What immorality can we talk about here?"

— "Here's how your chest differs from mine – just mine is bigger, that's all," she turned on her side, showing huge snow-white pears.

Sergey swallowed his saliva like a madman, looking at her, and Aunt Marina pretended not to notice his gaze at all.

— "Tell me, just honestly – am I more beautiful in a robe or naked?"

He shrugged bashfully, remembering how he had entered Aunt Marina's room without knocking, and the lump rising to his throat didn't let him utter a word, and she laughed gently:

— "Want to say – naked, ... did you like my body yesterday? I think so too..."

— "So let's make a little nudist beach here," she continued. "If you want – stay, if you're ashamed – leave, ... I'll sunbathe alone..."

Sergey didn't know what to do, how to proceed, but the fact that Aunt Marina was calmly lying before him naked to the waist, showing her luxurious breasts, made him whisper in an unfamiliar voice:

— "Alright..., I don't mind..."

— "If you're for it, then take off your swim trunks, and I'll undress," at these words, she grabbed the waistband of her panties, and they slid down, revealing wide hips, a neatly trimmed lawn of black hairs below her belly.

— "Come on, be braver! Otherwise it's not fair, I'm naked, and you're dressed!" the woman laughed brightly, seeing his hesitation.

— "On a nudist beach, everyone sunbathes in Adam and Eve's costumes," she covered her face with the towel again, so as not to embarrass him. "Be braver, my friend..."

Sergey didn't even understand how he ended up lying on his stomach without swim trunks. His excited member pressed into the ground, a nagging ache below his belly, his heart clenched from the proximity of the naked woman. From shame, he had no strength to lift his gaze to her, to admire the seductive forms.

A warm palm touched his back, gently ran along his spine, stopped on his buttocks.

— "Seryozha, why are you so tense?" the woman's lips whispered tenderly. "Are you uncomfortable that we're lying next to each other naked? Relax..., there's nothing terrible in this..."

— "On the contrary, it's very good..."

— "You know, in Africa, in many tribes, people walk completely naked, both men and women, and no carnal desires appear in them..."

— "I'll say even more," she enlightened him on the basics of naturism, "before copulating, they cover their genitals with something, and then the desire to reproduce immediately appears..."

— "Women get aroused and men too. It's not as visible in women as in men. Their nipples just get hard, their breasts swell, and well, in the genital organ, lubrication is abundantly secreted," Aunt Marina purred in a mesmerizing voice. "With men it's a bit simpler, you can immediately see when they're aroused..."

Sergey trembled inside, he couldn't believe that an adult woman was talking to him so frankly. Her naked body, touch, and words aroused him so that... if she weren't nearby, he would immediately do what he had done not long ago in the river...

— "In men, the genitals fill with blood, the reproductive organ rises and the woman sees that the man is ready for fertilization..."

— "If only she doesn't notice that I have a hard-on...," his heart clenched with shame, "she'll think..., she'll understand