Heated dish

A Heated Dish

"Matches are not toys for children," Oksana said with a certain disdain and, laughing unpleasantly, removed my hand from her bare knee. "You're still too young to think about such things."

"You'll want something later," she looked at me slyly and, turning to Sergey, added, "And what will we do with you then? Right, Serezha?"

"You're still little, grow up first! It's too early to think about such things!"

"What a bitch!" – everything inside boiled with resentment. "And he's also..., some friend!

He saw an available female and betrayed me!

Deep down, an irresistible desire arose to get off the bus and go home, not to go to any sea with him. But either because it was quite late, or because it was quite far to go back, I didn't get off, swallowed the insult, turning to the window.

"And did you see your husband's eyes when you suck his cock?" – she continued telling another dirty joke. "No? But I saw. I'm sucking, and he walks in!"

Oksana and Sergey burst into loud laughter, and I looked indifferently out the window, not understanding how an adult woman could tell such things to young guys who could be her sons.

"Slut! An ordinary prostitute!" – hatred boiled inside for the woman sitting nearby. "She acts like a princess, and he, like a dog, ran after a bitch. He traded me for a woman, some friend!"

"Didn't you get it?" – Oksana nudged me with her elbow in the side, as if a conflict hadn't just happened between us. "She's sucking another man's cock, and her husband walks in! Got it?"

"Got it, ... got it," – I forced a smile, feeling my face flush and a nagging ache in my lower abdomen, tightening a spring in my groin.

"Fat, ugly, tits like a cow's udder! What did he find in her – an available hole?" – I tried to calm myself. "I wouldn't need one like that even for free..."

Anger towards the woman sitting next to me filled me more and more. Not only because of the inflicted insult, but because she pushed me away, ignored me, or maybe because of the irresistible, secret desire that arose to possess this woman.

"The bitch humiliates me, and I want her!" – I couldn't find an excuse for myself. "Am I not a man?"

My friend, three years older than me, as if casually placed his palm on the woman's knee, and she paid absolutely no attention to it, sitting between us on the back seat in the semi-darkness of the bus interior.

Not even half an hour had passed before Sergey, laughing loudly at another joke told by the random fellow traveler, hugged her, slipping his hand under her arm, covering with his palm the quite decent breast protruding under the thin fabric of her light t-shirt. And she didn't get indignant, didn't pull away from the immodest caress, continuing to calmly tell things that made my cheeks flush more and more and indignation seethed inside.

"I'm telling you the truth," – her voice, with notes of resentment, spread quite loudly through the cabin. "The elastic in my panties snapped, and they slid down my legs. Was I supposed to pull them up, on the main street? I stepped over them, as if that's how it should be, and walked on."

"And at home it's a riot!" – Oksana continued. "My husband, when he saw I came without panties – threw a fit!"

"'How can a decent woman walk like that! Can't let you out on the street! Where did you leave your panties!'" – she savored the details. "I barely convinced him. My husband believed they slid down on their own, and that no one took them off me, and you – don't believe me!"

"I believe, ... I believe..." – Sergey laughed, pressing the appetizing female body to himself, moving his palm over the hefty breast tightly encased in a bra. "Oksana – I've never met a woman like you. Both beautiful and smart, I envy your husband."

"Yeah, a great woman, but she ended up with a fool!" – she parried, condescendingly accepting his compliment. "He doesn't know how to fuck properly and has no money!"

"Money can be earned, but to satisfy a woman physically – that's the duty of a real man!" – clearly hinting at himself, Sergey pressed Oksana even tighter, feeling their desires coincided.

"Serezha, don't squeeze my breast so hard, can you be gentler?" – lowering her voice, she whispered, "Bruises will be left, what will I tell my husband later..."

"What, is it your first time holding it?" – she said with a sneer. "No experience?"

"I have," – he answered calmly, "sorry, it's from passion."

"You have such great breasts," – Sergey purred in her ear, "I've never seen anything like it."

"And when it was standing up for you..." – he rolled his eyes voluptuously, "... that was..."

"It's standing up now!" – she didn't let him finish the phrase.

He smiled, looked into her eyes with surprise, his palm gently caressing the hefty flesh, and Oksana, laughing loudly, after a short pause blurted out:

"It stands up when I'm on all fours!"

Loud laughter spread through the bus, and my heart clenched even tighter from indignation and hatred towards her.

"Oksana, what a great woman you are! Let me kiss you," – Sergey purred. "You have such wonderful skin!"

"You saw that in the dark? But only on the cheek!" – she laughed quietly. "I know you men. First the lips, then the nipple, the tummy, and then they ask to spread the legs to kiss the other lips!"

"What, ... I'm not like that," – Sergey laughed, kissing the woman's cheek. "Not skin, but real velvet!"

"And I was hoping you were like that!" – Oksana parried slyly. "Already rolled out my lips..."

I couldn't understand whether the woman sitting next to me was telling the truth or joking, which made the wave of anger inside rise even stronger.

Suddenly, multi-story buildings grew in the darkness outside the window, with lights shining here and there, and, groaning, the bus trudged along the winding streets of the city.

***

"We'll have to sit at the bus station until morning. The first one probably goes at five, or even later..." – the woman sighed heavily when the bus stopped and we got up, heading for the exit. "At least it's warm, and I hope you'll warm me up."

"Yes, Vitya," – she ran a warm palm over my cheek. "Will you warm me up?"

From the touch of the woman's hand and the spoken words, the ache in my lower abdomen returned. It seemed I was ready to give everything in the world for Oksana to allow me to touch her, as she allowed my friend. In a voluptuous anticipation, my member trembled, tensed, trying to tear the fabric of my shorts, and I once again cursed myself for my weakness.

"Serega is lucky," – an envious thought flashed, dragging her and our bag along the aisle between the seats after them. "Why am I so shy, can't find a common language with women. He's great! A couple of hours and the woman melts in his arms! Now they'll go somewhere into the bushes, he'll put her on all fours so her breasts stand up, and I, like a fool, will sit at the station until morning, guarding the things."

"Maybe we'll walk? We'll be there by morning!" – getting off the bus, she looked at the deserted platform. "It's about forty minutes by car from here, so I think we'll walk it in three or four hours. Why sit at the station?"

"Don't feel like trudging on foot that far," – Sergey grumbled discontentedly.

"Let's go," – she categorically took us by the arms. "Along the road, by the coast, at night, under such a starry sky, in such wonderful company – you'll remember it all your life!"

"If you want – let's go!" – moving away from her hand and hugging the woman around the waist, with confidence in Oksana's availability, Sergey said and kissed her earlobe.

"Sergey, don't touch my most erogenous zone," – the woman laughed, shrinking from the immodest kiss. "And if I want it right here, at the station, what will we do?"

"We'll figure it out!" – he parried, completely confident of success, anticipating a great time with the woman standing next to him. "We'll think of something!"

"That's my boy!" – she smiled promisingly and began to tell another dirty joke. "Do you know the one about how they finished the ears?"

"Maybe I'll get something too?" – a weakly smoldering hope pricked voluptuously inside.

***

But there wasn't enough for many of us. We sat on a bench under the canopy of the first bus stop we encountered, just outside the city limits. I pretended to be asleep, and Sergey had been trying for an hour to persuade the woman to become more available, wandering his hands over her luxurious body. But all his attempts were in vain!

"Serezha, get off! You'll tear my bra! I don't want to!" – a muffled whisper constantly came. "Calm down! Sleep. See, what a good boy Vitya is, probably seeing his tenth dream already. Do you understand that a woman doesn't want to!"

"Do you understand Russian?" – sighing heavily, Oksana looked at him and said syllable by syllable, "The woman does not want to! Nothing will work out for you and don't even dream!"

"Do you have your period?"

"Period, ... period..." – Oksana answered angrily. "What's it to you? I said – I won't give it, means – I won't give it!"

"Then at least take it in your mouth," – my friend whispered in a pleading voice. "Touch it. See, it's about to burst from tension!"

"What's it to me? Go behind the stop and... you know what to do. You're an experienced boy..."

He made a last unsuccessful attempt to storm, trying to get under her skirt, and, cursing, lay down on the bench with his feet towards her:

"Move over, I'll at least sleep a little. Fool! Got me going, and now step aside! Acting like a little girl!"

"What, are you offended?" – she unexpectedly changed her tone and touched his leg with her hand.

"Get off, let me sleep!" – Sergey barked, leaving her no chance to continue communication. "If you don't want to, fine! I'm not a boy to beg..."

Oksana got up discontentedly and moved closer to me. Not even five minutes passed before my friend began to snore sweetly, tired from the exhausting, unsuccessful struggle, sinking into the kingdom of Morpheus.

The woman was breathing somehow deeply and heavily. In the ensuing silence, it was easy to hear how from her chest, from time to time, discontented sighs full of bitterness and anger escaped.

Suddenly, Oksana stood up sharply, went out onto the road and looked with secret hope towards the city, apparently wanting to see the long-awaited bus as soon as possible. But it wasn't there. Despairing, she began to walk back and forth along the stop, showing her discontent with her whole appearance. At times, fragments of phrases not quite of literary content, flying from the woman's lips, reached me.

"But the woman is not bad, pretty," – I examined the vague female silhouette in the dark. "Both the figure and the tits, everything is in place. True, a bit too plump, but what a stance! Too bad nothing worked out for Serega, maybe I would have gotten something too..."

"I wonder, how old is she?" – I thought, trying to determine the woman's age. "Probably about forty or a little less, or maybe more..."

"But an appetizing bitch! How skillfully she got us going..."

"Eh, to have her on all fours now, with her breasts standing up..."

I closed my eyes, imagining how my hands shamelessly wander over the desired female body, caress the hefty breast, play with the nipples, stroke the tummy. Fingers pull down the elastic of the panties, slip under the lacy fabric. The lobes slightly tease the thick, stiff bush of curly hairs, descending lower and lower. The moist cleft between the plump ridges of the labia puffs with heat, wanting to receive male caresses...

"You're not asleep?" – unexpectedly a warm female palm lay on my knee.

"I'm asleep" – I shuddered from the gentle touch, feeling my heart beat voluptuously.

"Do you really live on Zavodskaya Street?"

"No," – and I lied, named a street completely on the other side of the city. "And I actually live in another city. Came to visit Sergey."

She was silent, sighed heavily and looked into the distance, where in the blackness of the night, one after another, sea waves ran onto the shore, spreading a muffled sound of surf around.

"Idiot," – barely audibly flew from her lips. "And why say you live near me?"

A fresh breeze blew from the sea and she, shrinking, looked at me plaintively, hugging herself with her arms.

"Hug me, it's cold. You promised to warm me up," – sitting down next to me with tearful notes in her voice, the random fellow traveler whispered quietly, but immediately categorically warned, "You won't paw me like your friend, will you?"

"No..." – I barely squeezed out, feeling a lump rise to my throat.

The desired body pressed against me, and hot, moist lips touched my cheek:

"I knew you were a good boy..., not like this one..."

"I don't like it when men pester," – her lips moved barely audibly. "I can pester myself..."

She made a long pause and added:

"... if I want to..."

I hugged the desired body with one arm around the shoulders, and she laid her head on my chest.

"Hug me with both hands," – Oksana whispered in a seductive voice. "Otherwise, see, I'm all trembling – I'm frozen."

My palm accidentally touched an elastic, rubber-like, protruding nipple, clearly visible under the thin material, and a nervous tremor ran through my body.

"Are you cold too?" – noticing this, pressing even closer to me, the woman whispered and, not waiting for an answer, added. "Did you feel how the nipple tensed from the cold. Poor thing is frozen. Warm it with your palm, don't be afraid – it won't count as pestering..."

Hesitantly, my hand jerked and stopped halfway, returned back.

"Don't be afraid, ... don't be afraid," – she giggled quietly.