Intoxicating desire in the mirror's reflection

Things weren't as good as I initially thought. Leaving the family nest, I was full of ambition, sure the whole world was at my feet and I was capable of absolutely anything. But this very world turned out to be a cunning little lizard. You think everything is fine, a great future lies ahead, and you hold onto the tail of your plans with a death grip. And a moment later, you're left with a tiny stump in your hands, waving side to side in a 'goodbye' gesture, while the cold-blooded lizard, smirking, scurries away from you.

No time, no money, constantly hungry, and on top of that, someone scattered rakes all over the place. I think many have felt something similar at 19. Of course, one could say that at this age

I hadn't even smelled life yet. Got a little burned and immediately start yelling about how bad everything is. But I'm not saying everything is bad, I just want to say that the world outside the window turned out to be not as hospitable as I thought. Well, it's time to throw away the rose-colored glasses and learn from my mistakes. But you don't notice the damn rakes until you get hit in the forehead with the handle!

My main problem was trust. My parents never lied to me or to each other. There were moments, but those were white lies. After all, a child doesn't need to know that mom is unhappy that dad came home drunk. Better to say — 'Everything's fine, we'll sort it out.' Just as a mother doesn't need to know that her son got into a fight defending his principles or that things in his life aren't as good as he says on the phone. Of course, I knew that most people lie for their own benefit, but I kept trusting humanity. 'Flexible schedule and decent salary,' 'combining study and work,' 'our university has excellent specialists,' 'you can talk, I won't tell anyone,' 'genuine leather' — this list could go on forever. But the main thing that started this whole mess — 'European-quality renovation, low rent, quiet neighbors, monthly payment.'

I was on a bus heading to the other end of the city. This was already the fourth apartment in two months. Turns out, it's perfectly normal to show up at your tenant's place a week after they move in and demand payment for three months in advance, and after refusal, change the locks while no one is home. At least they gave my stuff back. Also, it's quite normal to accuse a new neighbor of harassing your granddaughter and then terrorize the entire building (Once, coming home from work, I found a broken window and a brick in the apartment. Two police officers informed me that the old lady was a bit off her rocker, as was most of the building. They were frequent visitors here, and it would be better for me to get the hell out before things went too far, since no one would believe I'd never even seen her granddaughter. But faith in people was slightly restored when the landlady didn't even mention the broken window). And the reason I'm moving out of the last apartment. Someone can come and say they had a fight with their wife and can't stand to see that bitch anymore ('I won't bother you, I'll just call a couple of friends, and we'll get drunk all night, don't forget to clean up the trash in the morning, and by the way, I'll be back in a couple of days'). Why didn't I sign a rental agreement? It's too long, lots of paperwork and hassle, just live here, and I promise everything will be fine. And I, with noodles hanging from my ears, went skipping towards the sunset. If something goes wrong in the new apartment too, then forgive me, rabbit. I'll make you eat a four-leaf clover and tear your paw off.

I was going to see not the whole apartment, but just a room in a two-bedroom. Yes, I'm crazy enough that after everything, I'm ready to live under the same roof with the landlady just to get away from 'I did everything for that creature, and she...'. The woman who answered the phone was straightforward. She stated the price and living conditions. Not a word about kind neighbors or beautiful ceramic tiles, which pleased me greatly. I looked out the window at the passing cars and wondered where I could get a rabbit.

— I'll come down now. Sorry, I forgot to warn you, I don't have an intercom handset.

I don't believe in signs. Although, I didn't believe in amulets either.

— Hello, are you Alexander?

— Hello, yes.

— I'm Tatyana.

Before me stood a full-figured woman of short stature with a short haircut. She looked about 45, maybe a bit older. With a gesture of her hand, she invited me to follow her. We waited for the elevator in complete silence. Two people who had just met were left alone in a confined space. They had nothing to talk about, and no reason to, really, but the atmosphere immediately became somewhat tense. It gets a bit awkward. You feel the air electrify. You start tapping your toe, or nervously scroll through your phone menu. I glanced at Tatyana and saw complete composure. She calmly looked at the closed elevator doors and didn't even attempt to start a conversation. I took a deep breath — exhaled as quietly as possible and stared at the metal doors, waiting for the elevator.

The apartment turned out to be very cozy and clean, which said a lot about the landlady. My room was small but spacious enough. It comfortably fit a bed, an empty computer desk, and a large wardrobe. On the wall above the desk hung a plasma TV. A large kitchen and a separate bathroom.

— Any questions?

— Yes, the ad said — a guy, preferably, without bad habits. Why a guy? Usually, they prefer to rent to a girl.

— I had two girls living with me. One was sloppy and left her things everywhere. Her room was always a mess, and piles of dirty laundry accumulated in the bathroom. Dirty dishes in the sink, and so on. The second one is a separate story. Either she thought she was a skilled liar, or she thought I was a complete fool. From the first day, I warned her — no guys. And then one day, she introduced me to her brother. I waved off the suspicious lack of resemblance and didn't press the issue. Lying isn't good, but I thought, okay, I'll give in, while I'm not home, let them cuddle. But that was just the beginning. One evening, when I was in the kitchen, she opened the door and very demonstratively said goodbye to her 'brother'. Then she came into the kitchen, wished me good night, took two glasses, and headed to her room. I didn't make a scene and allowed her to stay until the end of the paid month. This time, I decided to rent to a guy. I hope the past stories won't repeat? — she looked at me intently, waiting for an answer.

— No. I promise. And about bad habits? I mentioned it on the phone.

— You can go out to the stairwell, all the neighbors gather there anyway. Or to the toilet, there's an extractor fan there, just not too often!

— Okay.

— So, everything suits you?

— Yes. — I smiled slightly, and in my soul, I didn't even want to go get my things, just to avoid returning to the old apartment. — And when can I move in?

— Right now, but I need your passport details, phone number, and a contact person I can reach you through? It's for the rental agreement.

Run, rabbit, you're free.

…

Two months had passed since I moved in. Everything was so good that I still couldn't believe it. No scandals, accusations, threats. There was one 'but'... Although, for the most part, I didn't care. I worked the night shift, and Tatyana worked the day shift. We crossed paths either early in the morning or in the evening when I woke up and she came home from work. In the evenings, Tatyana was always washing something, by hand, with the door open. The washing machine worked perfectly, and I didn't understand the reason. I once thought, maybe that girl wasn't a slob, maybe someone was just overly obsessed with cleanliness. But then I realized, washing calmed her down. Pretty strange, but who am I to judge her. A couple of evenings, before going to work, I had to wait for the bathroom to be free. After a couple of days, Tatyana told me — if someone is in the bathroom but the door is open, you can calmly go in to brush your teeth or wash your face. Or ask them to leave for a while. And every evening, before going to work, I shared the bathroom with my landlady. At first it was awkward, but then I got used to it. To fit together in such a tight space, I had to stand slightly to the right of the sink, which allowed me to see Tatyana through the reflection in the mirror. I didn't pay much attention to this fact until her raised robe caught my eye. I was brushing my teeth and watching her movements. My attention was drawn to her full legs and large butt covered by the robe's fabric. Tatyana was busy with her tasks and didn't notice her exposure. She continued washing, and her butt swayed slightly from side to side. Tatyana turned to the left and bent over to pick up laundry from the basin. The robe rode up even more and I saw her black panties. Staring into the sink, I tried to steady my breathing. Long absence of sex, the desire to possess a mature woman, and a spicy situation. All this made my hands tremble. My cock was terribly itchy and wanted to burst out of my pants. I quickly finished my ablutions and rushed to my room. In an instant, I got dressed and literally ran out of the apartment. All night at work, the image of a full butt, covered by the black fabric of panties, flashed before my eyes.

It seemed like no big deal. So I saw her underwear, big deal. But now, I started looking at Tatyana as a woman I wanted to possess. I eagerly awaited the evening to watch her. Let's be honest, yes, I masturbated a few times thinking about her. I was disgusted with myself, but I couldn't do anything about it. Of course, I could have tried to seduce her. But how can a young guy seduce an adult woman? The fear of being misunderstood, and on top of that, losing the apartment, kept me in place.

My ablutions started to take a bit longer, I began brushing my teeth more thoroughly. And on one such evening, everything went differently than usual.

I watched Tatyana and imagined her naked. Large, heavy breasts hanging under their own weight. Large, protruding nipples. A rounded tummy and full legs. She lies on her back and spreads her legs apart. She licks two fingers, runs them over her labia and stops on her clitoris. Makes a couple of circular motions, then plunges them inside herself. She lets out a moan, takes her fingers out of her vagina and beckons me with them. I run my cock along her labia. From the clitoris to the entrance of her womb. Back and down again. Her secretions remain on my glans. I press slightly and sink into an ocean of bliss!

— Have you completely lost your mind? — these words were spoken with a certain anger, as were all the subsequent ones.

The dream vanished, leaving only me, looking in the mirror at the reflection of Tatyana, who was now standing upright. Well, that's it. Sooner or later it had to happen.

— You should be a little ashamed. A grown guy, but no brains. All the brains aren't in your head, but in your dick.

I stood there and couldn't move. kkiss18.net I was being scolded. All I could do was listen to the accusations, pack my things, and, tail between my legs, leave these premises.

— And it would be one thing if I were young, but I'm two and a half times older than you. Got a thing for old ladies? Pervert! Wanted to look at a meaty ass? What, never seen one like that? Here, look! — Tatyana turned her back to me, bent over and pulled up her robe with both hands. — Oh right, you probably wanted to see me without panties! — and now I see the reflection of a huge, bare ass. — Not enough? Well, look here! — Tatyana grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart. Her labia also parted slightly. Not a single hair.

I still didn't move. Tatyana straightened up, pulled her panties back on and smoothed her robe. She turned, stepped towards me and looked menacingly into the reflection of my eyes.

— Turn to me, I'm talking to you!

Reflexes worked faster than my brain. I turned around, looked at her and at the same instant stared at the floor. I felt like a little, naughty puppy.

— Put that brush away! — I obediently followed her instruction and again fixed my gaze on the floor.

— Look at me. — and again reflexes — Have anything to say in your defense? I thought so, especially since your dick is speaking for you!

I looked down and saw a clearly protruding bulge. God damn it!

— I'm sure you imagined me touching it! Want me to jerk you off? Pervert! — Tatyana yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion. My cock sprang out, feeling freedom, and pointed upwards. Tatyana licked her thumb, grabbed my cock with her right hand and exposed the head. She ran her wet finger underneath and started moving her hand. — Like that? Maybe you want something else? Or are your fantasies limited to a handjob? No? Maybe you imagined me sucking you off? — Tatyana knelt down in front of me, holding my cock firmly. She exposed the head and licked it. Looked me in the eyes and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned on the sink and gripped it tightly with my hands. Tatyana put her hands on my hips and started moving her head fiercely, all while looking me in the eyes. Her lips tightly enveloped my cock. She focused all her attention on the head. I felt the roughness of her tongue.

— You probably wanted to come in my mouth? Don't you dare! — A few more movements and I tried to pull back. The sink was in my way. Tatyana, catching this moment, stopped, but continued working her tongue. I had never experienced such an intense orgasm! Sorry, Len. I gripped the sink even tighter, my legs trembled, and Tatyana kept working her tongue. When I stopped pouring my seed into her mouth, she pulled away, trying to suck out all the remaining sperm. She stood up, pushed me away from the sink and spat.

— Well, what have you done? I told you, don't you dare come in my mouth! Now I won't be able to get rid of the taste of your sperm for days. What are you looking at? Not satisfied? Or is it not enough for you? Yours is already starting to go down. Want me to get you hard again? — Tatyana started opening her robe. — Just got a blowjob, and it's not enough for him. Here, admire, you wanted to see them, right? — without taking off her bra, she literally dumped out her large breasts, which hung under their own weight. The protruding nipples pointed slightly in different directions. — Maybe you want to touch them too? Go ahead, grab them, why not, you just fucked my mouth, why not grope my tits! — she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. — With both! Is it your first time? — she did the same with my other hand. I was still in a state of confusion, but I managed to squeeze her breasts with my hands. — Squeezing like that, careful not to tear them off! Maybe you want to taste them too? My nipples are large, probably tempting? — she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head to her breast. I swear, I was heading towards her nipple with my mouth open. — What, don't like the right one, only going to suck on the left? — she moved my head to the other nipple. — Enough, a little goes a long way, you're already getting too bold. Ha, and he's still hard. Did you think about fucking me? Want to stick your buddy inside me? Coming in my mouth is one thing, but fucking me is something else entirely! — Tatyana threw off her robe. — And how did I do it in your fantasies? Lay on my back, legs spread wide, and screamed about what a wonderful lover you are? No, that's too simple for you! Was on top and rode you like a wild stallion? — she bent over and pulled down her panties, throwing them aside. — Like this? Or stood on all fours, spreading my ass? No, your fantasies aren't that good. — Tatyana leaned over the bathtub and spread her buttocks. — I told you, look how your jaw dropped. What are you looking at, never seen what's between a woman's