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When he's away
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When He's Away
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Written by: Russian Spy #1 @5452
Ten minutes after I'd settled in my new place, I'd made up my mind
to make a play for the woman across the hall. She was carrying a basket of
clothes to the building laundry room. I hurried to gatehr some of my clothes
and followed her. I was in luck because there were no other tenants in the
rrom, and there were only two machines.
I politely asked her if she would explain the operation of the
machines to me. She cheerfully obliged, and soon my clothes were being
washed. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Ruth, and she had lived there
for a year with her husband. I was dismayed though, when she said she had a
few things to do in her apartment, and would go do them during the time her
clothes were washing.
The manager walked in just as Ruth was leaving and saw the
disappointment on my face. "You're working on a lost cause there, young
feller," the old woman said. "She's a nice girl and don't mess around."
I don't give up easily, though. I found out Ruth's husband was on a
business trip. That night i purchassed a bouquet of roses and knocked on her
door. I told her i was just showing my appreciation for her help in the
laundry room.
She squealed with delight. "I've never recieved flowers, not even
from my husband."
She was so thankful she invited me in and offered me coffee. "I'm
sorry I don't have anything stronger to drink, but I don't indulge."
She was seated on the sofa when I assured her that just being in her
company was intoxicating enough for me. she blushed and folded her hands in
her lap. Dropping her eyes, she said softly, "Flowers and lovely
compliments, all in the same day. I'm not accustomed to such flattery."
I was quick to follow this up. "A creature as lovely as you should
never be left alone." Tears shone in the corners of her eyes. " I do get so
lonely some times."
In a second, I was by her side daubing her eyes with my
handkerchief. She offered no resistance as i eased her head onto my
shoulder. I caressed her earlobe, and her body tensed for a few seconds
before she relaxed against me.
Her voice was barely audible as she whispered. "I shouldn't be
letting you do this."
Her knees were just visible below her skirt and i placed a hand on
one. As soon as my fingers touched her bare skin, a soft moan bubbled
through her sobs. I could sense her resisting in an attempt to hold her
tighs together.But as i blew my breath down the opening in her blouse and
inched my fingers closer to her cunt, all resistance left her and she
dropped her hand to my cock.
I picked her up and asked her to point out the bedroom. She was
protesting that she shouldn't but at the same time her arm was outstreched,
her fingers pointing to a door. I put her on the bed and slowly undressed
her. As my hands brushed over her tits and belly, she made an effort to
cover her nakedness with her hands. But when i removed my pants and shorts,
my upright cock sprang out and she held out her arms to me.
She took one of my hands and, as her thighs parted, she rippled my
fingers along their inner surfaces. A long sigh came from her lips and her
eyes closed in anticipation, as my fingertips parted the hair at the lower
end of her cunt. I gently opened its lips and probed for her clit. My
fingers brushed over it ans she grasped my hand, pressing my fingers deep
inside her cunt. I bent my head to her tits and sucked a nipple into my
mouth, feeling it grow hard against my tongue. I unrolled a condom on my
cock and questionned her with my eyes. She spread her tighs wide open and
nodded.
"Take me now," she moaned. "I'll go mad if i don't feel you inside
me."
I put my hands under the hollow of her back and clasped her to me.
As i pulled her up, my cock found its way into her soft moist cunt. For the
first few moments, she seemed a little reluctant to let herself enter into
the spirit of a good uninhibited fuck. But after I'd slid my hands up to her
belly and used my thumbs to tantalize her clit, her ass began to undulate on
the bed. Soon she was fucking with all the passion of a sex-starved nymph.
She wrapped her legs around my back and i cramped her heels in the
crack of my ass. Like a shanke, she writhed beneath me, the moisture from
her cunt heating up my balls with it's wet warmth.
Thereafter, whenever Ruth and I met in the hallway, we passed each
other with merely a nod and a smile. The manager noted this and gloated,
"See? Didn't I tell you she was a nice girl and didn't mess around.?"
Little did the old bat know I occupied Ruth's husband's bed on the
nights he was away...
Rs...
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