Saturday entertainment
The day was absolutely ordinary. After returning from university, I sat down at the computer and started playing games. My mom was cooking lunch in the kitchen. But then the doorbell rang. Without looking away from the game, I heard the door open, someone come in, their heels clicking. It was some woman. Judging by her voice, still young, maybe around thirty. Mom was happy she came and was chatting with her. As it turned out, this was her old friend from their school days together.
"Son, come have lunch," Mom called.
This was somewhat unpleasant for me. There are situations when someone unfamiliar comes to visit, and in front of these strangers, you have to
feel awkward. I think everyone has felt something similar.Reluctantly and with great embarrassment, I went to the kitchen. Mom was standing by the stove. At the table sat a very pleasant-looking woman, a brunette with black curly hair reaching her shoulders. Her lips were bright scarlet. She was wearing a raspberry-colored turtleneck with a rather deep neckline, behind which hid large, full breasts, a fourth size. A short gray skirt hugged her slender waist and covered her slightly full thighs, but this fullness only added to her sexiness. What interested me most about this lady was her butt. I had only seen butts like that in video broadcasts from Brazilian carnivals. The woman sat and curiously examined me with her dark gray eyes. I also looked at her for about fifteen seconds.
"Weren't you taught manners?" Mom suddenly interrupted me. "Say hello to my acquaintance. Her name is Aunt Olya."
"Excuse me, please," I said timidly and greeted her, stuttering a little from excitement and blushing.
"Hello," Olga said to me in a languid, insinuating, pleasant voice. "Come in, don't be shy around me. I just came to visit your mom. I haven't seen her since we finished college. You can just call me Olya. What kind of aunt am I to you! We're not in kindergarten, right?"
"And you, Natasha, haven't changed a bit since those days," Olga said humorously to my mom.
We started lunch. Occasionally, from time to time, I glanced at Olga's chest, almost choking on a meatball because of it. "Here I am in an awkward position for the second time," I thought to myself. Mom and Olga talked all the time about various topics: life, work, women's fashion. It was good that no one asked me anything.
When lunch was over, Olga was about to leave. Mom told me to open the door for Olga, and she herself started washing the dishes. At the door, Olga leaned towards me and quietly said:
"I wanted to offer you something here. Don't you want to come visit me? Just you. I live alone, I don't have a husband, and you, I think, understand how it is to sit alone like that."
"Yes, maybe I can," I agreed after a little thought. "How about Saturday? I only have one class at the university. And then I'll drop by your place. What's your address?"
"I'll pick you up from the university. I have my own car. And you can address me informally."
"No problem, Olga," I said. "Then I'll say 'see you later' instead of 'goodbye'."
"See you later," Olga said goodbye to me and kissed me on the lips. This kiss was so pleasant. When you eat strawberry jam or some cake, you feel something similar – sweet in your mouth and your tongue slightly trembles with pleasure.
Closing the door, I went to the bathroom to wash off the lipstick left from the kiss. Going into the room, I addressed my mom:
"Listen, Mom, I have a request. I'm already old enough, so don't put me in an idiotic position in front of strangers. Just understand, I can answer for myself."
"Yes, son, I overdid it. Forgive me," Mom answered and hugged me.
After that, I wanted to leave the kitchen, but a thought flashed through my head: how would I explain that I wouldn't be home all day on Saturday. Immediately I found an excuse: We have a theater club at the university. I don't really like all that amateur stuff, but this club served as a very good explanation for my absence.
"Mom," I said. "I signed up for the theater club at our university. On Saturday after classes, there's rehearsal all day. So I'll only be back in the evening."
"Thanks for letting me know," Mom replied.
Still, it was damn pleasant – when a woman older than you talks to you like an adult at your age of nineteen, and even kisses you goodbye. I don't see anything immoral in it.
That long-awaited Saturday arrived. After sitting through one class, I thought about the upcoming meeting with Olga. I knew she wanted sex with me, which I was also very happy about – after all, sex with such a beautiful and mature, experienced woman is double the pleasure! But on the other hand, I had my own girlfriend Lena, also beautiful, and I had already been with her twice. So, am I cheating? Most likely not, because I'm not in a serious relationship with anyone. Do I have the right to diversify my sex life? Of course, yes!
Burdened by these thoughts, I left the university building. A black Toyota Land Cruiser jeep was parked in the lot. I understood who was sitting there. Approaching the jeep, I noticed the tinted window slowly rolling down. Olga was behind the wheel.
"Well hello, student!" she greeted me cheerfully. "Already tired of studying? Get in."
I got into the jeep. Olga pressed the gas pedal, and we drove off.
"Tell me, Olya," I asked. "Where do you live?"
"I have my own separate house. It's quite far from yours, but I'll take you back."
Half an hour later we were in a cottage area. From the outside, Olga's house turned out to be very modern and cozy. After parking the car in the garage, Olga led me inside the house.
Inside, everything was furnished with expensive and beautiful furniture. In the living room, paintings hung on the wall, mostly of nude women. The wallpaper on the walls was peach-colored with gold patterns. I sat on a soft, light leather sofa. Olga said to me:
"I see you already want me, my sweetie? I thought of a role-playing game. Wait while I change. You can look at my photos from when I was vacationing on a nudist beach. Take the album from the table."
A small album lay on the coffee table. While Olga was in her room, I looked at the photographs. In all the photos, Olya stood on the seashore naked, covering her charms with her hands. After looking through all the photos, I noticed another photo on the table, which depicted a girl about my age. In appearance – a typical nerd, with round glasses with thick lenses and dressed plainly. Apparently, this was Olga's daughter or niece.
I heard Olga's footsteps from the room. Olya was dressed in a sexy maid costume: a short, elegant black dress, a white lace apron, semi-transparent stockings with black garters. On her head was a small maid's cap.
"Well, darling? Do you want to be my master?" Olga said passionately.
"Yes," I said and suddenly grew bolder, giving free rein to my ignited desire. "Come to me, my slut! I'll punish my disobedient maid! Come to your master!"
"And now," Olga said, "spank me. Find something interesting in my vagina."
I reached my hand to Olya's vagina and pulled out a small black leather whip from there. I'm surprised how she managed to fit it in there. Olya lay across my knees with her butt up. The first blow to the buttocks was light, but Olga said to me:
"Come on, harder! Whip me! I'm a very bad girl!"
I started hitting with the whip harder. Olya's buttocks trembled erotically, which turned me on even more. When Olga asked me to stop the punishment, I lay down on the sofa, and she climbed on top of me and sat on my face, asking me to lick her pussy. With my tongue, I reached her clitoris and nibbled on her labia. Olya enjoyed the cunnilingus, squeezing me with her plump thighs. I was jerking my penis but held back from orgasm to fuck Olga in all her holes.
"Well, cowboy, wanna ride?" Olga asked playfully and climbed on top of me. I thrust my cock into her vagina. Olga started riding my cock. This went on for about half an hour. I was already starting to get tired, and Olga wanted more and more. To finally satisfy my insatiable partner, I fucked her in the ass. Olya got on all fours. I spread her gorgeous buttocks and saw the anal opening – at first glance, a neat little hole that turned out to be perfectly developed not only for sex but also for fisting. Slipping my cock in there, I started the process. My penis felt spacious and simultaneously awesome in the anus, making Olya's asshole wider and wider.
Finally, Olga experienced an orgasm when I shoved one fist into her vagina and the other into her butt.
"Give me your cock," Olga said.
Olga gave me a blowjob. Her blowjob was magnificent. In every neat and gentle touch, you could feel the experience of a woman who had taken more than one penis in her mouth in her life. When my girlfriend gave me a blowjob, I didn't get the same satisfaction as from Olya's blowjob. This orgasm was special – something you usually feel when you jerk off for the first time in your life. From such a magnificent orgasm, I came twice as much as usual. Olga's whole face was covered in cum.
Closer to six in the evening, Olya drove me home. On the way, one question arose:
"Olga, can you tell me a little about yourself? Where did you learn to suck so well?"
"I don't think I should," Olga said. "But I'll tell you. If you think I worked as a prostitute, you're mistaken. I haven't had that many men. The first time I had sex was at nineteen. It's a pity that the one who had me then didn't become my husband. I had a daughter from him. You saw her in my photo. She wasn't very lucky with her looks, but she's smart. She studies in another city. Then I had a few more affairs. Once I even fucked a black guy when I was vacationing at the sea. The last two guys were nothing: the first was impotent, and the second turned out to be gay."
"What did you like about me?" I asked.
"You're very handsome, young. But that doesn't mean we can have something serious. We're of different ages. If I were your age now, I would marry you without a second thought. You, I think, have a girlfriend. I don't want to ruin your personal life. Let there only be sex between us."
"I almost fell in love with you too. Of course, you're right. We need to maintain a certain boundary in our relationship. I'm sure if we see each other on weekends, that will be enough for us. And, by the way, where do you work?"
"I have my own cafe. You can stop by. Everything's free for you."
"Thank you, that's very generous of you," I said.
We pulled up to the house. I got out of the jeep. Finally, Olga said to me:
"No one besides the two of us should know about this. If you want, you can come again on Saturday. If you want. Just call me."
"Maybe," I replied and said goodbye to her.
Olga drove away, and I went home, thinking about the woman who showed me all the most beautiful things that can be in sex.