Toma — without leaving home
Among the girls, no one particularly liked them either - either “gray mice” or such “swans” that there was simply nowhere to put samples...
So, I already entered the entrance and began to climb the stairs to my second floor. In my bag with a collage of photos of a steering wheel, a telescope, as well as a chronometer and a barometer (I like such old things), there were several cans of Hesser, sliced sausage, a piece of cheese, bunches of greens and some other small things. Tomorrow was Saturday and I was going to “get my throat wet” in the evening.
A woman’s voice coming from the landing on the third floor made me flinch and stop in the middle of the flight of stairs. The woman who spoke to me appeared there completely unexpectedly and completely silently.
-Hello, young man!
Her voice was melodic, but with a slight hoarseness. Pretty, she looks about 30-32 years old - there are women (and men) whose age is difficult to determine. Naturally, I instantly came to my senses and answered with a polite smile:
-Hello! — and looked at her expectantly. What did this unfamiliar (but seemingly nice) aunt want from me?
-I’m your neighbor, I live on the third floor, in a three-room apartment... Let’s get acquainted - because I understand that you’ve settled here for a long time. My name is Tamara Petrovna...” and she stared at me expectantly, not forgetting, however, to smile too.
— My name is Alexey, and you’re right, I’ll stay here for at least five years until I graduate from college,” for some reason he began to explain to her, because no one asked me about this!
-Very nice, Alyosha! And welcome to our friendly entrance!
A strange phrase - like from an old movie... But with that, smiling again at our friend goodbye, we parted ways, thank God. I turned towards my apartment, and she clicked her heels down - towards the exit from the entrance.
Just when I came home and threw the package on the kitchen table, I thought: “Why isn’t she on the elevator? And how did she manage to sneak up on the stairs silently - with such heels? Were you waiting on the set? Come on, nonsense, I gave in to her... I’m not twenty-one, and she’s over thirty...” Then a can of beer rolled out of the bag and the “mystery of Tamara Petrovna” ceased to interest me.
With the last stroke of the clock, the doorbell came to life. I stared in surprise at the corridor door - who could it be? Neither at the institute, nor in this house, nor even in the whole big city did I somehow make such acquaintances whom I would want to invite to visit.
Cops? Housing office? Yes, it seems like I haven’t been rowdy anywhere and I don’t have debts for housing and communal services... And after all, today is Saturday, a day off, as it were... Unless some “Jehovah’s Witnesses” want to encourage people to join their sect. Well, I tell them now...
Carefully, almost on tiptoe, I crept up to the door peephole, looked out and was stunned - Tamara Petrovna was standing on the landing with a slight half-smile on her slightly tinted lips! After thinking about what to do for ten seconds, I looked at myself in the mirror in the hallway - I seemed to be dressed in home clothes, but decently, washed, combed... Okay, I open the door - it’s a neighbor after all...
-Hello, Alyosha!
-Hello Tamara Petrovna!
-Oh, Alyosha, sorry for bothering you, but I need your help... The door on my kitchen cabinet is warped, you know - it’s so inconvenient... Could you adjust it? She smiled somehow “brightly” (how do they do that?) and turned towards the stairs, without a moment’s doubt, obviously, that I would follow her... “Wow!” - the only thought that flashed through my head. And I followed her - it’s inconvenient to offend a neighbor - we just met!
The question of why in all 36 apartments of our entrance there were no other “specialists” in repairing kitchen cabinets then somehow did not occur to me... While we were going up to the third floor, for some reason I looked at her feet - the woman was wearing house slippers with some kind of pom-poms and therefore moved completely silently on completely “legal grounds”...
In Tom’s kitchen (I decided to call her that to myself), she led me to a cabinet with a warped door. But when I looked inside, I saw that the adjusting hinge was simply carefully unscrewed from the base and folded to the side - if only there was no misalignment here! The Phillips screwdriver and the unscrewed mounting screw lay quietly right under the cabinet, on the kitchen table. I almost cursed out loud - she’s mocking me or something, she did it herself! But he wisely did it to himself. It’s not difficult for me to screw the door, and perhaps I’ll find out what Aunt Tomya really needs from me after finishing the work...
When the hinge was “put” in place, I checked how straight the door was and, putting the screwdriver aside, turned back and said: “Get to work, mistress!” take your leave quickly. I don’t like awkward and unclear situations!
But the prepared words stuck in my throat - Tamara Petrovna stood right behind me and... she slightly moved her hand and her terry robe, as if by accident, opened a little... There was nothing on “auntie” underneath it! Toma grabbed my hand with her soft, warm palm and pulled me towards her...
It’s hard for me to remember how we ended up in the bedroom. The robe flew to the floor and the naked woman wrapped her arms around my neck, and her hot and still quite elastic “melons” pressed closely against my wide chest...
-Alyoshenka, kiss “Aunt Tom”! I want it so bad! - her request, stated in a passionate whisper, was immediately fulfilled!
Six-month abstinence and young hormones played their fatal role... I knew how to kiss (and everything else too). There was a “sweetheart” before the army, she didn’t wait, she was a bitch (and thank God, as I think now)… And in our army unit there were women too; I'm not much of a Casanova, but I'm not a freak either. And the needs of the young body had to be satisfied somehow!
Our long kiss “with tongue” had not yet ended, and Toma had already collapsed with her back on the previously (!) dismantled bed, dragging me along with her. My T-shirt and sweatpants instantly left my young excited body and flew to the floor... A few seconds later, the erect machine slid deep inside the hot, wet and tight female cave...
Toma sensitively responded to my every movement, literally squirming under me! Her slippery tunnel, flowing with the “moisture of passion,” squelched almost audibly... Of course, on the “first run” I didn’t last even three minutes - after such and such a break in sexual practice! I tried in vain to restrain myself, but my overexcited “friend” poured himself into the “hospitable” crack in several powerful thrusts. After holding the tender hot body in my arms for a few more seconds, I raised myself on my elbow and looked questioningly at Toma - you never know, we did all this without “rubber”!
The woman was lying on her back and trying to catch her breath - after all, I’m not a “fluff”... Her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes seemed to flutter slightly. Finally, Toma opened her eyes, again smiled somehow “brightly,” and noticing the question in my eyes, she said in a low voice:
-Everything is okay, Alyosha! Take a napkin under the next pillow, dry yourself and give me...
And after a couple of seconds of silence, she said with a slight cooing hoarseness:
-We’ll repeat everything now, right, my boy?..
— The boy” silently nodded and reached under the pillow with his hand - behind napkin. Of course, we “repeated”... And we “repeated” again... I had already slightly adjusted to my partner, who was thirsty for intimacy, and my unit easily slid in the hot, wet slit with a clearly audible squelching sound. Toma got a violent orgasm only on the third take. She grabbed me tightly by the shoulders, pressed me forcefully against her rather large little girls, then uttered some kind of hoarse half-cat “meow” and went into a convulsive fit of pleasure...
I repeat, I’m not a “Casanova.” Yes, I have some experience, but in my opinion it is quite modest. And even before arriving in the big city, women, I must admit, interested me mainly as a source of pleasure, mainly for my beloved. And what will happen to the partner in the end is how it turns out...
I’ve heard and read that some females sometimes fake an orgasm in order to stroke their partner’s vanity. Yes, maybe this happens to someone (after several years of a not very happy marriage, for example). But the convulsive contractions of Tom’s vagina and the hot streams splashing from it onto my “bone-on” did not at all resemble an imitation. Try tensing your muscles in an inconvenient place twice a second! Even a trained slit won’t last long, I think, and Toma Petrovna “went on a rampage” under me for at least two minutes...
Having caught her breath and wrapped herself in Toma’s terry towel, she finally went to the bathroom. She thought through everything and prepared it in advance, a thought flashed through my mind. It’s strange, but I didn’t feel any indignation at her calculating cunning...
When I also visited the bathroom and Toma and I stretched out on the wide bed to dry off, she suddenly kissed me on the shoulder and cooed:
-Did you like “loving” Aunt Tom, Alyosha?
-Of course! Just let’s go without any aunts and on “you”, now what’s the matter, Tomochka...
I kissed her on the corner of her lips (she had washed off her lipstick) and lightly squeezed her chest. Toma returned the same affectionate kiss to me and stroked my head:
-Rest, my boy, you did a great job!
And smiling slyly, she added:
-But I hope that that’s not all for today...
What can you say about “Aunt Tom”? In terms of build, she is neither thin nor fat, but, as people say, “big-boned.” However, this does not spoil her at all - the waist is in place, and the hips are wide, but of quite normal volume. My height is about 175 cm, I’m 5 cm taller, it’s quite comfortable to walk arm-in-arm and “stand” and “recline” together in different poses...
My breasts (already!)) Toma Petrovna are a little larger than size 3 (she fits her own busts herself). If you look closely, when Toma is not excited and just standing, you can see a barely noticeable sagging of the ripe melons. The nipples on them are of medium size with bright pink areolas, and become very hard when excited.
Also, Toma has a barely visible soft tummy, but it also doesn’t spoil her at all. The face is quite pretty, fresh, the eyes are large, bright blue, and go well with her dark red hair with a copper tint. But Tomochka’s main highlight is her smile. Once upon a time, when I was still a schoolboy, I saw a reproduction of a painting by Leonardo cut out from the Ogonyok magazine. It was a smiling "Gioconda". The same mysterious half-smile can often be seen on Tamara Petrovna’s sugary lips. Well, I must say, she also knows how to purse her graceful lips with displeasure; however, this happens very rarely.
Yes, to my surprise, after about a month of our inter-floor daily “walks” to each other, Toma spat on the conspiracy and, by a strong-willed decision, settled me in her “three rubles”. Anyway, the whole entrance already knows “who, when and with whom.”
I rented out my “one-room apartment” to a young childless couple, they seemed to be decent people, and the money for our living together would not be out of place - that I was some kind of gigolo or something...
After a month of living together, Toma and I slowly got used to each other, learned what everyone likes and doesn’t like, because “it’s not just sex” We live as normal people.
Although it is in the area of sexual relationships that Tom often surprises me. Let's start with the fact that she practically does not refuse me sex. When we are at home and alone, I just have to put my hand on the elastic tit (there are no signs of sagging anymore), or stroke the equally elastic buttock, and the lady obediently follows me to the nearest “seat”.
There are simply no eternal womanish “headaches”, “I’m tired”, “let’s do it tomorrow”, etc. in her vocabulary. Lesha wants Tom - he will get it. Well, she accordingly: I have already studied the “geography” of her body enough to guarantee that I will bring my reliable partner to ecstasy... In response to my timid questions about the reasons for such “sex obedience” of hers, the lady usually “turns on Mona Lisa” and I know that it is useless to ask further.
Tamara doesn’t like sucking my hmm... “friend”, she says that her tongue and lips get tired quickly. But, at the same time, she is not at all opposed to me “using” her with sugary lips, taking over the entire motor part of the action. In short, as vulgar people of both sexes say, I “waffle” Tomochka in her mouth at any time convenient for me. You don’t even need to ask permission - he took out the “buddy”, brought it to his partner’s face and the graceful lips obediently open. There is only one condition - do not push the unit to its entire length: “You will still damage your tonsils...”. Tom also swallows sperm without any objections. Some kind of mystery woman, damn it...
Yes, by the way, Tamara Petrovna works from home. She is quite well known in certain circles as a fashion designer - she previously worked as a women's clothing cutter at the opera house. And “opera” costumes, as everyone knows, are something. So, dressing the female part of our city “establishment” in a cool and fashionable manner does not present any great difficulties for her. Clients visit Toma from the morning (not too early) until four in the afternoon - everything is strictly by appointment! In his work T.P. is a pedant and a fanatic. However, she cuts and sews mainly in my absence. After college, I go to the volleyball section, we practice there quite seriously, so I show up home closer to five in the evening, when Tom is already preparing dinner.
In the morning, Toma and I have breakfast... mixed with sex. Before, during, after - as it turns out. She doesn’t wear underwear to breakfast - a sexy robe (she sewed it herself!) on her naked body and that’s it. The hem of the robe barely covers the upper third of the thigh, so if the lady bends over, a delightful view will open up...
If Toma is still preparing breakfast by the time I arrive from the bathroom, then I throw her tummy on the edge of the table, raise the hem of the robe to the required height and enter the hospitable crack of my beauty slowly, slowly moving inside the hot hole. She, of course, stops her cooking exercises and groans flirtatiously. And I begin to forcefully hammer the slippery female tunnel that is gradually filling with moisture...
Quite often we throw ourselves into each other’s arms when we are already (or still) sitting at the morning table. After a few passionate kisses, I pull off her robe and sit my obedient partner on a specially adjusted high bar stool so that her butt hangs slightly over the edge of the seat. Tom moves his body forward so that his butt and pussy rise above the seat and become available for my visit, and I sharply drive my unit into the pliable hole. The female groan now has more of a frightened character... However, after several strong movements, the hole softens and moisturizes, and Tomochka closes her radiant eyes, begins to breathe deeply and finally “turns on” her Mona Lisa smile...
When I come home in the evening, Toma and I have dinner and go to the large room on the sofa to relax after a hard day. We often listen to music (but not on the radio), watch films, sometimes one of us reads (usually Tom). My “sweetheart” and I can’t stand television as a phenomenon. The Internet is another matter (in reasonable doses, of course). And I somehow lost interest in TV football...
A pleasant evening turning into night usually ends in the bedroom. Toma wears a nightie with long slits on the sides to bed (it’s clear why!), I wear boxer shorts. However, we often fall asleep naked after our sweet somersaults. Two or three passes is our norm! Toma usually sleeps on her side, I sit behind her and put my hand on her chest. A few minutes later I hear my woman’s sleepy sniffles and fall asleep myself...