Spring in Moscow part two: Wednesday evening
The corner apartment where I live is located on a raised first floor and looks out to a green yard and a pedestrian route at one side and a small green strip between the building and a park gate at the other. It's almost like looking into a garden, with the difference that it is not a private one. In summers, people like to sit or lean against the half meter high gates, while having a drink. I don't mind, but the only downside is that when people sit and drink there for too long, at some point they will need a toilet. And when they to, they will go around the corner and use the small green strip, just below one of the windows of my apartment. So, when I see somebody walking towards the green strip around the corner, I will often warn them that it is not a public toilet. Some people don't mind and take a pee anyway, others will go and find another place.
This evening, two girls were leaning against the gate, chatting and both having a half liter can of beer in their hands. One was short and had dark hair. The other was a bit taller and had long blonde hair. I watched them for a while, until one of them looked around and saw me in the open window. I decided not to look any longer. Instead, I folded the couch in the living room flat, and laid down on it, surfing for porn clips with my laptop.
At some point, I overheard the girls. One of them was going to get some more beers. The other one said she needed to pee. I got up and walked to the window. The tall blonde was apparently the one getting the beers. The short dark one was finishing a cigarette. Then, she put it out against the gate, stepped over it and walked on the grass to the corner. I took a breath and said, loud enough for the girl to hear it. "Sorry, lady, this is not a public toilet!"
Instead of ignoring me or turning 180 degrees, as usually happens, she walked towards the window. Her face was as pretty as the girl I had seen this morning, they could have been sisters, and her hair was just above shoulder length. And, like the girl in the bus this morning, her frame was petite. Her expression, however, was far more naughty than her virtual sister's. "But I need to go badly," she said, "please, can I go around the corner?"
I shook my head. "There is a public toilet near the metro station."
-"But I can't find the metro station!"
"Just walk up to the main street and turn left. Can't miss it. Four minute walk."
-"But then my friend won't find me! She will be looking for me! And I can't hold up for four more minutes! Please!"
Her begging was sincere, she was visibly struggling to fight the pressure in her bladder. "Please! Or I will pee my pants!"
-"Should have thought of that. This is not a public toilet! I live here!"
"Then let me come in and use your toilet!"
-"What?"
"You heard me. That, or I will pee right here right now."
-"With me watching?"
"Not funny! Please, either let me go around the corner, or let me use your toilet."
-"OK, you can come in." I told her number of the apartment.
Twenty seconds later, I opened the door to the girl who was standing with her legs crossed. "Please," she said, "don't tell me to take off my shoes. Please, I will wet myself if I bend over." I told her it was OK and showed her to the toilet. She needed to go badly and if I had not closed the door, she would have left it open. I opened a can of beer and took a sip, as I could hear the sound of the girl peeing. It took her quite a while to empty her bladder. Then, I heard her flush the toilet and wash her hands. Then she joined me in the living room, where I was lighting a cigarette near the window.
She asked if she could have one, so I offered her one. Then she asked me for a lighter and I gave her a fire. Then, without asking, she picked up my can of beer and drank from it. "So, are you often inviting girls in to pee?" For 'you' she used the informal 'te' instead of 've'. She didn't wait for an answer and looked around the room. "Nice place you have here. Why is the couch flat? Planning to sleep already? Do you have a can of beer for me?" She again didn't wait for any answer, opened the fridge and took a can and opened it. She walked to the window and leaned over to watch the view.
"Mmm... nice view from here. Did you like spying on my friend and me?"
-"I was not spying. You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. Have a problem with that?"
-"Well, actually, I invited you to use the toilet, not to smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer?"
"Is that so? And why not?"
-"Tell me why I would."
"Because I am fun. And because I am a beauty. And because you are a man who likes funny and pretty girls."
I watched her ass, as her leggings did nothing to hide the nice shape of it. Her wide light blouse exposed a bit of skin from her belly. It was an inviting sight, and I felt like pulling her leggings down and fuck her from behind like a dog as she was standing there. I knew I had to get her out of my apartment right now, because if she was planning on seducing me, I'd be easy game.
I stood next to her and she looked at me, smiling.
"Should I go?"
-"Yes, you should go."
"Why?"
-"Because I want you to go."
"Are you married?"
-"Yes. Go to your friend, she is walking back already."
"Whoooo! Lena!!! We're here!!! Come in!!! Second entrance around the corner!" She shouted the number to her friend who asked her why she was in my apartment. "Doesn't matter! Come here!"
Half a minute later, the tall blonde got a beer handed out by her friend. "This is my friend Lena. I am Nastya."
-"Nasty Nastya you are. OK, you win. But after you two have finished your beers, you're out!"
As the girls drank their beers and smoked, standing by the open window, they asked me the usual questions that a foreign man in Russia gets asked. How long I lived here, how I liked it, the usual. Outside, it was getting shimmery. I turned on a few lights. They finished their can of beer, Lena pulled out the ones she had bought. The phone rang and the ID showed it was my wife. I quickly moved to the other room and answered. She was asking if everything was okay and told me that she was about to go to sleep. I wished her a good night. I heard the girls laughing and my wife asked what the noise was. "As usual, people outside having a drink."
As I came back into the living room, the girls were on the flatted couch. Lena was lying on her back, her head resting on her arms and her legs stretched. A bit of skin from her flat belly showed. Nastya was sitting legged. They seemed to have no plans of going anywhere. "Girls... It has been a pleasure. Time to go." Nastya got up and gestured at the couch. "Sit down, sir."
-"No. You two go now. I am not joking."
"Come on. Let's talk for a bit. Was that your wife calling?"
-"Yes."
"Does she know you have us in the house?"
-"Of course not."
Nastya took a sip from her can. It now was empty. She walked to the fridge, took another can and opened it.
"Don't you like having us around?"
-"Aren't you drinking a bit too much?"
"Ah, who cares?"
-"Are you even allowed to buy alcohol?"
"Of course. Want to see my ID?"
-"Yes, please."
"Why? Worried that I am too young?"
-"Yes. I'm afraid I am not even allowed to let you drink here."
She searched her bag and that of Lena and presented me two IDs. She smiled truimphantly.
"See? We're legit!" Sure they were, not by a big margin.
"So, now that you have nothing to worry about, you can freely have a beer with us." She took a sip, licked a drop from the can and handed it to me. Then she lit a cigarette, blew the smoke in my face and handed it to me. The filter was wet from her lips. Then she gently grasped my arm and took me with her to the couch turned bed. Lena watched with interest as her friend told me to sit down and then sat down next to me.
She sat close, very close, our hips making contact. She put a hand on my thigh, casually, and squeezed it lightly. "So... Isn't it boring being married?"
-"Why would it be?"
"Well, you don't get to fuck other women."
-"Well, and I don't want to." Of course I lied. Nastya's hand had moved a little bit up and it wouldn't be long before a tent would appear in my shorts. I was not wearing anything under them.
"You don't want to? Are you sure?" Her hand moved towards the danger zone and as a fingertip found my dick she whispered in my ear: "I don't believe you."
Then, she put a hand on my cheek, looked in my eyes and, brought her face close to mine. I was resisting the urge to kiss her, but there was no way to prevent it from happening, as she gently let her lips touch mine. She kissed me softly, a few times in a row - no tongue, just lips. I kept my lips closed. But then she started probing them with her tongue. There was no way to resist anymore. As soon as she noticed that my lips parted, here tongue was in my mouth. And as soon as I answered her kiss and started tongueing her too, she turned her body towards me. She pulled one leg on my thighs, and then moved so that she was on my lap, facing me.
She kept on kissing me and rocked her hips, rubbing on my lap, while she worked on getting my shirt off of me. However, as I was leaning on my arms, I had to sit up a bit to allow her to take it off. Then I felt two hands from behind me taking it off. "Thanks, Lena," said Nastya. She pushed me flat on my back and frantically rocked her hips, panting. As she did it, her small pointy tits shook up and down. My hands touched the smooth skin on her belly and moved up to grab those breasts. I could feel them hardening in my hand and the small nipples growing. Nastya moaned and rocked even harder. She pulled my short down, exposing my dick, and started rubbing her crotch on it. I could feel how she was wet all through her leggings. She rode me like a cowgirl, panting faster and faster, until she suddenly fell over uttered a long groan. I could feel her heartbeat as she was breathing heavily, her hard nipples pressing in my skin. My whole dick was wet.
"Shit, Nastya, look at your leggings," said Lena as Nastya stood up. Nastya smiled at her friend. "Haha! As if I peed in them!" She looked at the crotch of her leggings and then took them off. And just as casual, she took off the miniscule black string she was wearing. "Lena, can you please put them on the radiator in the bathroom?" In the meantime, she had kneeled in front of me and put a hand around my dick. Lena did what Nastya had asked her. And as she came back, Nastya was in the process of sucking my dick. She interrupted for a moment -"Thanks, Lena, sweety"- and continued. Lena lit a cigarette, took a sip from a can and watched it all happening. At one moment, we had eye contact. She smiled friendily, in a way that seemed to indicate that she from one side enjoyed herself, but from the other side this was all as weird to her as it was to me.
I didn't want to come yet and gently indicated to Nastya that I wanted her to stop. She got up and got ready to mount me. Her pussy was bold, and I could see her labia sticking out a bit. I grabbed her cute little butt and moved her further on top of me. She got the point of what I wanted and placed her knees beside my head.
Nastya obviously loved sex, but probably she wasn't as experienced as she pretended. For sure, at least not many people had given her a good licking yet, because she almost exploded as she came. And again. And again. Her panting and screaming were so sexy that the more I heard it, the more I want to make her come again. After some minutes she got off my face, gasping for breath. Lena was still watching us. Her face was red and sweaty.
I turned to Nastya, who was on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were moist and swollen and her cute little cunt was wide open. As soon as I came into reach, she took my cock and rubbed its head along her labia and clit. Then she allowed me to slowly push it inside her hot and throbbing vagina. She was tight, so I penetrated her gently and not fully at first. Then, as she became more comfortable with my size, we found our rythm and fucked.
We rolled over and as Nastya was on top, she raised her hips, giving me room to move my dick up and down her shaft quickly. I felt her juices running down my shaft onto my balls, while her hard little tits bounced against my chest. Mmmm, those titties. I raised myself up to a sitting position and licked her nipples, salty with sweat. Then she shuddered with a deep moan, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing my dick. I could hardly prevent myself from injecting my sperm into her. But, sure thing, Nastya was done. She got off me and lay on her back, breathing heavily... "Enough... Wow... I need a break.."
Lena stood there. Her expression was one of shock and excitement at the same time. She had one hand under her skirt and the other under her t-shirt. I saw Nastya looking at her with a naughty smile. "Lena, come on, have a go, too. He's good." Lena shook her head, smiling coyly. Nastya got up from the bed, found some clothes and went to the bathroom. I heared her turn on the shower. Lena noticed it too. What happened next was even a bigger surprise than what just happened.
Instead of Nastya, who had the word "slutty" written all over her, Lena seemed quiet and shy, like a nerdy beauty. This nerdy beauty walked straight up to me to the bed, got her panties off and pushed me down on my back. She lifted her skirt, exposing a slightly hairy pussy with pink lips, and simply sat on me, taking my cock inside her!
She wasn't wild like Nastya, but fucked me with slow intense moves, quietly. As I looked up to her tall body on top of me, I reached for her breasts. They were fuller than Nastya's and I was surprised by how big her nipples were. She apparently didn't want Nastya to know, because she surpressed her moans and instead breathed heavily. She reached an orgasm quickly - it was not as wet as Nastya's but no less intense. Her breath stuck, and as my dick was squeezed, I felt her shivering. I couldn't hold it anymore and she noticed it. Just in time, she got down on me and swalloed my dick, deep into her throat, swallowing the sperm squirting out of me. The sound of the shower stopped.
After a a few minutes, Nastya found us both finishing our beer and having a smoke. She proposed Lena to go and she agreed and quickly went to the toilet. "That was fun," said Nastya, as I opened the door for them. "Bye," said Lena. I lit another cigarette and watched them pass by the window outside, shortly waving at me. The walked out of sight, chatting and laughing.
I collected the many empty beer cans, emptied the ashtray and inspected the bathroom. Then it was time to go to bed and I went to the toilet. Not Nastya, but Lena had left me a souvenir: her green panties, crotch still wet. I took it with me to bed.
This evening, two girls were leaning against the gate, chatting and both having a half liter can of beer in their hands. One was short and had dark hair. The other was a bit taller and had long blonde hair. I watched them for a while, until one of them looked around and saw me in the open window. I decided not to look any longer. Instead, I folded the couch in the living room flat, and laid down on it, surfing for porn clips with my laptop.
At some point, I overheard the girls. One of them was going to get some more beers. The other one said she needed to pee. I got up and walked to the window. The tall blonde was apparently the one getting the beers. The short dark one was finishing a cigarette. Then, she put it out against the gate, stepped over it and walked on the grass to the corner. I took a breath and said, loud enough for the girl to hear it. "Sorry, lady, this is not a public toilet!"
Instead of ignoring me or turning 180 degrees, as usually happens, she walked towards the window. Her face was as pretty as the girl I had seen this morning, they could have been sisters, and her hair was just above shoulder length. And, like the girl in the bus this morning, her frame was petite. Her expression, however, was far more naughty than her virtual sister's. "But I need to go badly," she said, "please, can I go around the corner?"
I shook my head. "There is a public toilet near the metro station."
-"But I can't find the metro station!"
"Just walk up to the main street and turn left. Can't miss it. Four minute walk."
-"But then my friend won't find me! She will be looking for me! And I can't hold up for four more minutes! Please!"
Her begging was sincere, she was visibly struggling to fight the pressure in her bladder. "Please! Or I will pee my pants!"
-"Should have thought of that. This is not a public toilet! I live here!"
"Then let me come in and use your toilet!"
-"What?"
"You heard me. That, or I will pee right here right now."
-"With me watching?"
"Not funny! Please, either let me go around the corner, or let me use your toilet."
-"OK, you can come in." I told her number of the apartment.
Twenty seconds later, I opened the door to the girl who was standing with her legs crossed. "Please," she said, "don't tell me to take off my shoes. Please, I will wet myself if I bend over." I told her it was OK and showed her to the toilet. She needed to go badly and if I had not closed the door, she would have left it open. I opened a can of beer and took a sip, as I could hear the sound of the girl peeing. It took her quite a while to empty her bladder. Then, I heard her flush the toilet and wash her hands. Then she joined me in the living room, where I was lighting a cigarette near the window.
She asked if she could have one, so I offered her one. Then she asked me for a lighter and I gave her a fire. Then, without asking, she picked up my can of beer and drank from it. "So, are you often inviting girls in to pee?" For 'you' she used the informal 'te' instead of 've'. She didn't wait for an answer and looked around the room. "Nice place you have here. Why is the couch flat? Planning to sleep already? Do you have a can of beer for me?" She again didn't wait for any answer, opened the fridge and took a can and opened it. She walked to the window and leaned over to watch the view.
"Mmm... nice view from here. Did you like spying on my friend and me?"
-"I was not spying. You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. Have a problem with that?"
-"Well, actually, I invited you to use the toilet, not to smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer?"
"Is that so? And why not?"
-"Tell me why I would."
"Because I am fun. And because I am a beauty. And because you are a man who likes funny and pretty girls."
I watched her ass, as her leggings did nothing to hide the nice shape of it. Her wide light blouse exposed a bit of skin from her belly. It was an inviting sight, and I felt like pulling her leggings down and fuck her from behind like a dog as she was standing there. I knew I had to get her out of my apartment right now, because if she was planning on seducing me, I'd be easy game.
I stood next to her and she looked at me, smiling.
"Should I go?"
-"Yes, you should go."
"Why?"
-"Because I want you to go."
"Are you married?"
-"Yes. Go to your friend, she is walking back already."
"Whoooo! Lena!!! We're here!!! Come in!!! Second entrance around the corner!" She shouted the number to her friend who asked her why she was in my apartment. "Doesn't matter! Come here!"
Half a minute later, the tall blonde got a beer handed out by her friend. "This is my friend Lena. I am Nastya."
-"Nasty Nastya you are. OK, you win. But after you two have finished your beers, you're out!"
As the girls drank their beers and smoked, standing by the open window, they asked me the usual questions that a foreign man in Russia gets asked. How long I lived here, how I liked it, the usual. Outside, it was getting shimmery. I turned on a few lights. They finished their can of beer, Lena pulled out the ones she had bought. The phone rang and the ID showed it was my wife. I quickly moved to the other room and answered. She was asking if everything was okay and told me that she was about to go to sleep. I wished her a good night. I heard the girls laughing and my wife asked what the noise was. "As usual, people outside having a drink."
As I came back into the living room, the girls were on the flatted couch. Lena was lying on her back, her head resting on her arms and her legs stretched. A bit of skin from her flat belly showed. Nastya was sitting legged. They seemed to have no plans of going anywhere. "Girls... It has been a pleasure. Time to go." Nastya got up and gestured at the couch. "Sit down, sir."
-"No. You two go now. I am not joking."
"Come on. Let's talk for a bit. Was that your wife calling?"
-"Yes."
"Does she know you have us in the house?"
-"Of course not."
Nastya took a sip from her can. It now was empty. She walked to the fridge, took another can and opened it.
"Don't you like having us around?"
-"Aren't you drinking a bit too much?"
"Ah, who cares?"
-"Are you even allowed to buy alcohol?"
"Of course. Want to see my ID?"
-"Yes, please."
"Why? Worried that I am too young?"
-"Yes. I'm afraid I am not even allowed to let you drink here."
She searched her bag and that of Lena and presented me two IDs. She smiled truimphantly.
"See? We're legit!" Sure they were, not by a big margin.
"So, now that you have nothing to worry about, you can freely have a beer with us." She took a sip, licked a drop from the can and handed it to me. Then she lit a cigarette, blew the smoke in my face and handed it to me. The filter was wet from her lips. Then she gently grasped my arm and took me with her to the couch turned bed. Lena watched with interest as her friend told me to sit down and then sat down next to me.
She sat close, very close, our hips making contact. She put a hand on my thigh, casually, and squeezed it lightly. "So... Isn't it boring being married?"
-"Why would it be?"
"Well, you don't get to fuck other women."
-"Well, and I don't want to." Of course I lied. Nastya's hand had moved a little bit up and it wouldn't be long before a tent would appear in my shorts. I was not wearing anything under them.
"You don't want to? Are you sure?" Her hand moved towards the danger zone and as a fingertip found my dick she whispered in my ear: "I don't believe you."
Then, she put a hand on my cheek, looked in my eyes and, brought her face close to mine. I was resisting the urge to kiss her, but there was no way to prevent it from happening, as she gently let her lips touch mine. She kissed me softly, a few times in a row - no tongue, just lips. I kept my lips closed. But then she started probing them with her tongue. There was no way to resist anymore. As soon as she noticed that my lips parted, here tongue was in my mouth. And as soon as I answered her kiss and started tongueing her too, she turned her body towards me. She pulled one leg on my thighs, and then moved so that she was on my lap, facing me.
She kept on kissing me and rocked her hips, rubbing on my lap, while she worked on getting my shirt off of me. However, as I was leaning on my arms, I had to sit up a bit to allow her to take it off. Then I felt two hands from behind me taking it off. "Thanks, Lena," said Nastya. She pushed me flat on my back and frantically rocked her hips, panting. As she did it, her small pointy tits shook up and down. My hands touched the smooth skin on her belly and moved up to grab those breasts. I could feel them hardening in my hand and the small nipples growing. Nastya moaned and rocked even harder. She pulled my short down, exposing my dick, and started rubbing her crotch on it. I could feel how she was wet all through her leggings. She rode me like a cowgirl, panting faster and faster, until she suddenly fell over uttered a long groan. I could feel her heartbeat as she was breathing heavily, her hard nipples pressing in my skin. My whole dick was wet.
"Shit, Nastya, look at your leggings," said Lena as Nastya stood up. Nastya smiled at her friend. "Haha! As if I peed in them!" She looked at the crotch of her leggings and then took them off. And just as casual, she took off the miniscule black string she was wearing. "Lena, can you please put them on the radiator in the bathroom?" In the meantime, she had kneeled in front of me and put a hand around my dick. Lena did what Nastya had asked her. And as she came back, Nastya was in the process of sucking my dick. She interrupted for a moment -"Thanks, Lena, sweety"- and continued. Lena lit a cigarette, took a sip from a can and watched it all happening. At one moment, we had eye contact. She smiled friendily, in a way that seemed to indicate that she from one side enjoyed herself, but from the other side this was all as weird to her as it was to me.
I didn't want to come yet and gently indicated to Nastya that I wanted her to stop. She got up and got ready to mount me. Her pussy was bold, and I could see her labia sticking out a bit. I grabbed her cute little butt and moved her further on top of me. She got the point of what I wanted and placed her knees beside my head.
Nastya obviously loved sex, but probably she wasn't as experienced as she pretended. For sure, at least not many people had given her a good licking yet, because she almost exploded as she came. And again. And again. Her panting and screaming were so sexy that the more I heard it, the more I want to make her come again. After some minutes she got off my face, gasping for breath. Lena was still watching us. Her face was red and sweaty.
I turned to Nastya, who was on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were moist and swollen and her cute little cunt was wide open. As soon as I came into reach, she took my cock and rubbed its head along her labia and clit. Then she allowed me to slowly push it inside her hot and throbbing vagina. She was tight, so I penetrated her gently and not fully at first. Then, as she became more comfortable with my size, we found our rythm and fucked.
We rolled over and as Nastya was on top, she raised her hips, giving me room to move my dick up and down her shaft quickly. I felt her juices running down my shaft onto my balls, while her hard little tits bounced against my chest. Mmmm, those titties. I raised myself up to a sitting position and licked her nipples, salty with sweat. Then she shuddered with a deep moan, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing my dick. I could hardly prevent myself from injecting my sperm into her. But, sure thing, Nastya was done. She got off me and lay on her back, breathing heavily... "Enough... Wow... I need a break.."
Lena stood there. Her expression was one of shock and excitement at the same time. She had one hand under her skirt and the other under her t-shirt. I saw Nastya looking at her with a naughty smile. "Lena, come on, have a go, too. He's good." Lena shook her head, smiling coyly. Nastya got up from the bed, found some clothes and went to the bathroom. I heared her turn on the shower. Lena noticed it too. What happened next was even a bigger surprise than what just happened.
Instead of Nastya, who had the word "slutty" written all over her, Lena seemed quiet and shy, like a nerdy beauty. This nerdy beauty walked straight up to me to the bed, got her panties off and pushed me down on my back. She lifted her skirt, exposing a slightly hairy pussy with pink lips, and simply sat on me, taking my cock inside her!
She wasn't wild like Nastya, but fucked me with slow intense moves, quietly. As I looked up to her tall body on top of me, I reached for her breasts. They were fuller than Nastya's and I was surprised by how big her nipples were. She apparently didn't want Nastya to know, because she surpressed her moans and instead breathed heavily. She reached an orgasm quickly - it was not as wet as Nastya's but no less intense. Her breath stuck, and as my dick was squeezed, I felt her shivering. I couldn't hold it anymore and she noticed it. Just in time, she got down on me and swalloed my dick, deep into her throat, swallowing the sperm squirting out of me. The sound of the shower stopped.
After a a few minutes, Nastya found us both finishing our beer and having a smoke. She proposed Lena to go and she agreed and quickly went to the toilet. "That was fun," said Nastya, as I opened the door for them. "Bye," said Lena. I lit another cigarette and watched them pass by the window outside, shortly waving at me. The walked out of sight, chatting and laughing.
I collected the many empty beer cans, emptied the ashtray and inspected the bathroom. Then it was time to go to bed and I went to the toilet. Not Nastya, but Lena had left me a souvenir: her green panties, crotch still wet. I took it with me to bed.
9 years ago