Magical Healing

At the time of the events described, I was already approaching nineteen, studying at a university, those were carefree student times. I described the beginning of my full-fledged sex life in the previous stories "The Beginning of a New Life" in two parts. It all started with a girl who was significantly older than me, she was 28, while I was just a youngster. The trend of relationships with older girls remained with me. By that period, I already had 5 partners including the previously described case (I don't know if that's a lot or a little by today's standards). I was really attracted to and most aroused by older girls, already developed in all respects and fully formed.

My ideal body type remained the one I first experienced in life: relatively tall, solid build, rounded shapes, but not fat, strong legs, developed breasts and butt. In short, in other words, "fillies" in the good sense of the word. I'm sure I'm far from the only one who likes this type.

I socialized with peers, went on dates, but they didn't excite me as much as girls aged 27-35 did. There was another plus. Those who were older surely already knew what they wanted, and there was less hassle with them in terms of preparatory work. I also had a more or less steady thing. My 32-year-old neighbor with a five-year-old child and a husband who, due to the nature of his work, spent most of his life on sea voyages. The relationship was simple. If the husband and child weren't home, and she wanted "company," I was invited, and then you know what happens in such cases. She was fine with it, I was more than fine, so life flowed steadily.

Starting a serious relationship, having a constant connection was not in my plans until a certain point.

Three weeks before the described events, I met Natasha. Well, met, I had seen her before, we met in bars, cafes, at parties. Communication boiled down to "Hi," "How are you?" "Okay, see you later."

She was approaching seventeen. A pretty, pleasant face, a refined Greek type, about 175 cm tall. Pleasant to talk to, cheerful, a bit of a hooligan. Her figure was attractive, many of my friends eyed her carefully. For me, there was only one minus — her figure was of the model type. Tall, skinny. Her breasts were no more than a full first size, she had a butt, but a tiny one. It felt like one of her buns could fit in my palm. I repeat, the girl was attractive, but too slender for me. Nevertheless, something about her attracted me.

Natasha was the initiator of closer acquaintance and somehow everything started spinning. We went to cafes, movies, walked, I walked her home, gave her rides, took her in the car. In short, all that bland nonsense that happens between teenagers.

Against the backdrop of constant communication, phone calls, and texting, I, don't know how, but fell for her hard. To be honest, I probably fell in love. She didn't leave my thoughts, I thought about her, gave her not cheap gifts, took her to the best places, worried about her. It seems to me, if things had gone further, I might have even thought about living together with her, maybe even getting married.

Just a few weeks earlier, if someone had asked me: "When will you get married?" I would have said unequivocally: "Never." And then such a turn.

At that time, the following didn't bother me much either: in three weeks of communication, she didn't allow crossing the line of what was permitted. There were hugs, kisses, she sometimes allowed my hands some freedom, but beyond that — "no-no." Although I knew she wasn't a little girl and had recently broken up with her boyfriend, whom she had been seeing for about six months. The guy was older than her and me. Obviously, they weren't just sitting on a bench holding hands all those six months.

At the time, the sexual embargo didn't seem so strange to me. Well, she recently broke up with a guy, well, hasn't been "friends" with me that long, everything in its own time. However, I wanted to fuck.

Due to the surge of feelings, I had to ignore my neighbor under false pretenses (forgive me, I was wrong, a fool).

Another thing that bothered me was that Natasha preferred to be with me in public, she tried to be alone less. Under various pretexts, she went home, either her mom was waiting, or she had to help her grandma, or needed to leave. At that time, I didn't attach importance to that either, love though...

As it turned out a little later, my girlfriend wasn't particularly honest with me. Indeed, she had that very boyfriend she had recently broken up with. Broke up, but "not quite." She annoyed him with her antics and he sent her packing. However, Natasha still had warm feelings for him and didn't want to break up, plus there was also her first boyfriend. He fucked her from time to time, she was happy that he "hadn't completely forgotten her," and she "was friends" with me because I already had my own apartment, a car, a family dacha at that time, our family was far from poor, I was predicted a good future after studying, I could give her expensive gifts, please her with benefits in every way, which her ex couldn't give. In other words, she had her beloved, and me, as a prospect, a good and profitable husband. Apparently, that was her calculation.

However, I learned all this about a week after the described events, and now I'm a lovesick fool, ready to blow into my Natasha's ass.

It was my best friend's birthday. It was summer, July 18th. We decided to celebrate his birthday at my dacha. Eight of us gathered for a drinking party, that is, 4 couples. Me, of course, with my Natasha.

We had fun and lively: fish soup, shashlik, alcohol and so on, the celebration had been going on for about 2 hours and we had all had enough.

Not long before our departure to the dacha, my parents warned me that after lunch a realtor would call me before his arrival and I would need to meet him and show the plot, house, and all outbuildings. The thing is, we had been selling this dacha for a long time, and possibly, this party was our last one here. I took note of the information and was ready to meet and show the realtor around. Around two o'clock, a call came from an unknown number, I answered. A pleasant female voice with a slight hoarseness inquired if I was Alexander and if it was possible to come to the property at three o'clock to inspect everything and take photos. I said no problem and we'd be waiting impatiently.

Meanwhile, our feast continued. We were sitting at a table in a gazebo entwined with grapevines. The day was hot and after the fire and eating shashlik, I decided to go to the summer shower. I started pulling Natasha along with me, but she kept refusing my offers. I tried to gently pull her by the hand while no one was looking, but she refused more irritably. This fact surprised me.

Actually, I had already planned to drag her into bed today, we would have had to spend the night at the dacha, sleep in the same bed, and we weren't schoolkids holding hands for the third week. Of course, I had tender feelings for her, but I wasn't going to limit myself to platonic relationships anymore. That day I was full of determination.

Overall, her reaction was a bit tense, but I lit a cigarette and went to the summer shower, which was a wooden structure located in the yard, with a metal water tank on top, from where warm water flowed by gravity into the shower.

I went in, undressed, turned on the water. Slightly warm water pleasantly washed over my heated body, washing away sweat and fatigue from the bustle. I washed up, had already started drying off when I heard Natasha's voice outside the door:

— Hey, Sashka, are you there?

"Well, she came to her senses," I thought, and said out loud:

— Here, come in.

— But you're not dressed yet? I'm shy.

"No, fuck, I'm showering in a jacket," I continued to be a bit irritated by her behavior, but didn't say anything out loud, just opened the shower door.

I was standing in the cubicle, naturally naked, drying myself with a towel, Natasha was standing at the entrance to the shower. As soon as the door opened, she stared at me wide-eyed for a few moments, mouth slightly open, or rather not at me, but at what was below the belt, I deliberately didn't cover the most "interesting" part, then she blushed and slightly turned her head away, as if embarrassed.

— Come in, don't be shy, make yourself at home, — I said to her, smiling.

— What? There are people right there.

— And you think they don't do anything like that?

She, of course, just stood there, turning her eyes away, but from time to time her gaze fell on what was below my belt. My cock began to swell slightly from the girl's presence and was already making it clear that in battle-ready condition it would be a rather hefty weapon. I continued drying myself.

— I can't do that here yet, there are too many people.

And then my phone rang, which I had left on the door shelf, the realtor again. Natasha, taking advantage of the pause, ran away from me to the guests (I still didn't understand: why did she come then?).

— Alexander, it's Daria again, I'm standing near your green gates, can you open them? — inquired that same slightly hoarse voice of the realtor.

"How untimely you are," I thought, but said out loud:

— A couple of minutes and I'll come, — hung up.

I hung up the towel and put on only linen shorts on my naked body, flip-flops on my feet, and went to the other side of the plot to the gates.

The gates were solid, I couldn't see over them. Opened them.

— Hi, am I interrupting? — said Dasha the realtor, smiling.

Here I need to describe her in more detail. I don't know if I can do it in a way that conveys all my sensations to the reader.

Thick black hair of medium length, tied in a ponytail, slightly slanted eyes also black, a somewhat disproportionately long nose, plump pleasant lips, an oblong face and, as they describe it, a "horse jaw." If I had been shown her photo, specifically her portrait, I, like many others, would probably have said: "Ugh, what kind of crocodile is that." There was something slightly rough and off-putting in her face. However, however, she had completely different trump cards.

In front of me stood a girl, about 30-35 years old, dressed in a white T-shirt with a noticeable but decent neckline, under which a white bra was discernible, in not short and not long denim shorts, in pale pink sandals. Her outfit was quite open for summer, but not flashy or vulgar. And under all this was hidden breasts about the fourth size, a slightly noticeable tummy, wide hips, long strong legs. Judging by her figure, Daria had given birth. She had long white well-groomed nails that caught my eye. In general, her hair and nails made an impression on me. Oh, yes, I almost forgot, she was slightly shorter than me. Yes, yes, a girl-filly, just my ideal, pity only with a "horse face."

Such was the contradictory first impression from contemplating the realtor: not very attractive face, but an amazing figure, close to my ideal. It was at that moment that I completely forgot about my Natasha.

— Alexander? Everything okay? What's wrong with you? — asked Daria.

— Hello, come in, — I stepped away from the gates letting her into the yard, I don't even know how long I stood there dumbfounded, looking at her.

Daria didn't show that anything was wrong and proceeded into the yard. Oh, God, what an ass!!! Her ass, hugged by those shorts, was perfect, not big and not small, just right and matching her figure. I was ready to marry her to possess that ass and squeeze it anytime.

My cock treacherously began to stir, this was completely untimely. I had light shorts on my naked body and if it stood up to its full 21 centimeters, hiding it from outsiders would be impossible. I tried to distract myself.

— Where can we start the inspection? — asked Daria.

— Wherever is more convenient, — I didn't care, as long as I could be near her and enjoy the views.

— Alexander, were you told that I'm looking for an out-of-town client, I need to take photos and send them to him. The more detailed I photograph the objects, the better for everyone.

— No problem, shoot whatever you want and as much as you want.

— Thank you, I'll inspect the yard.

We approached closer to the gazebo. The people noticed us. I introduced Daria, said why she was here. My guests invited her to the table, offered her a drink, to which the girl refused, saying she was here for work, but thanked warmly for the offer.

When we proceeded into the house, I noticed the looks from the male half of our company. The guys' only thing was that drool wasn't dripping from their mouths onto the realtor. Natasha remained sitting at the table and blew me an air kiss, I smiled back at her.

After the plot, the inspection of the house continued. There began just some kind of torture. I devoured her with my eyes, it was something unimaginable. The longer I looked at her during her inspection of the house, the more animal instincts manifested in me, just to grab Daria and brutally violate her. I was on the edge. Remnants of reason said that this wouldn't lead to anything good, and for people like me, there's a corresponding article in the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. My cock was already in battle-ready condition and wasn't going to subside. I held it with my left hand, pressing it against my body through the pocket of my shorts. It was simply torture.

My head was foggy.

Her manner of communication. She seemed to behave quite relaxed with me in conversation, sometimes flirted, but it was very innocent. Apparently, that was her communication style. What a look from those black eyes. She didn't look at me often, especially in the eyes, but when our gazes met, some little devils flashed in them. In front of me was a respectable lady with a child, surely with a husband, having a job, but there was something in that look, something slightly perceptible, depraved, some kind of call... Or maybe I imagined all this against the backdrop of an inflamed and intoxicated mind?

— Well? That's all here. Sasha, will you take me to the garage? Only that's left, right?

— Yes, that's right. Only that, — I came out of my stupor a bit and distracted myself from my thoughts.

We entered the garage, she took photos. The desire to pounce on her didn't leave me, to grab her here and now, possess her body, find out what was hidden under her clothes. My head was no longer thinking, the last rational thoughts were leaving me.

— And what's that? An inspection pit? — asked Daria, pointing with her foot at the oblong lid in the middle of the garage floor.

— Yes, that's both an inspection pit and a cellar, open it? — I no longer knew what to do with my condition.

— Is it not dirty there? Can we go down?

— The garage was built recently, the pit hasn't even been used yet, it's empty.

— Okay, let's go down and I'll take photos too, — she smiled like that and winked at me.

What was that? Was she flirting, joking, or am I already going crazy?

I opened the hatch in the floor and went down first on the stone steps, Daria behind me. She offered me her hand, but it wasn't her hand I needed. Her hand was so hot and pleasant, just touching it gave me goosebumps all over