Olga stood at her bedroom window and gazed down at the street below. She had drawn back the curtains to do so and saw that the city’s streets were quiet and the blackout, such a strange sight for a city as vibrant as Kyiv, lending the neighborhood a ghostly appearance. It would be ended with the dawn and a resumption of life that now passed for normality in her war-torn country. It seemed to have swallowed up all its men, some never to be heard of or seen again.
The conflict had touched her and the family; it had wrenched two that she loved from her sight and embrace; a husband and daughter who had been killed in a random rocket attack on a shopping mall where they had gone to buy some things for her new apartment. Katya had been intent upon furnishing it in readiness for when her husband, Arsen Slavov, returned from the front line for much-needed rest. They could live in their own home, not with her in a small two-bedroomed apartment that she lavished so much attention on and was a home for her and Yurii.
All those hopes and plans, the continuation of their lives together or in regular contact, had been blown apart, quite literally, and with little to be found or to be buried. But her memories kept them so alive, a reminder of how it had once been in the ways and shape of Arsen, a devoted source of comfort even when he was away on active service and his career as a student architect put on hold. He surprised her by calling on a mobile phone link whenever he could; how that was managed was never spoken of. The way things were, there would be much to rebuild if, and when, the war came to an end and by fair means or foul.
She let the curtain fall back and she chose, deliberately, to be with him. Soundlessly, and purposefully, she took slow steps along the hallway and saw that light still shone from under Arsen’s bedroom door. She had heard him packing his army holdall in readiness for his departure later in the morning.
Tentatively, she knocked and went in, her heart beating furiously and fearing his rejection of her and what she sought of him, their easy ways through the evening, over supper, and later, arousing a raging need to let go and to be with him, in body and soul. Thoughts of what she wanted from him gnawed at her belly and were felt between her legs, even in her nipples as the fabric of her nightdress brushed her breasts. Arsen would see them. It felt as if she had been in a state of permanent arousal ever since she decided to give herself to him on his last night in her company. She aches to know of him, to have him in her body, who they have been to each other now consigned to history. They start as a man and a woman with much to keep them together.
‘Olga!’
‘I…I wanted to be with you,’ she began, her confidence deserting her, ‘and while I still could. I will be alone again and left to my memories. I hope that you understand. I couldn’t just let you leave again…’
She engaged his attention by brazenly cupping her breasts in her hands, choosing to stand before him, and waiting. Arsen kicked away the bedclothes as he realized what she sought of him and what he sorely needed. He moved lithely to kneel close to the edge of the bed before holding out his hands. Her nightdress rustled softly as she stepped into his embrace, drew his head to her breasts, and soon felt his warm breaths on her skin. She heard him groan in pleasure as she pressed them to his face, pushed forward as his hands clamped her buttocks, and caressed her skin through her nightdress, the thin fabric leaving nothing for him to imagine of her body.
‘Go on…go on, please!’ she urged, looking down into his searching eyes and then kissing him, parted her lips before his tongue swirled into her mouth. She groaned, feeling the sudden surge of longing take a hold of her along with the realization that it had been so long since she had felt this way. Arsen would not have to endure prolonged moments of foreplay before she could take him. She felt the moisture of anticipation, of longing, of readiness, slick her thighs, between her legs where he now touched. ‘Go on…’
He hears her groan of pleasure and meets the hungering look in her eyes.
‘That you should want to be with me like this…and like this,’ he smiled, admiring again how her breasts were cupped by a nightdress decorated with a lacy edge to its plunging neckline, a single bauble on a chunky necklace nestling at the top of her cleavage There had been a noticeable tension between them over the few days of his leave, his presence comforting and the sight of her a reminder of his lost wife, Elena. He wanted to fuck and forget what might await him when he left Olga’s bed.
She bent to kiss him once more and did so hesitantly before any remaining doubts fell away. To feel his touches upon her, the warmth of his breath on her skin aroused a raging sense of longing and the cramping knot of desire for another’s touch to her skin, to have her body possessed and her need for solace consummated in this way, words of concern far from being enough.
‘Lie with me, please?’ he asked and, together, they eased her nightdress over her head and threw it to the floor. He felt Olga shiver, and the tremble of her lips, as he kissed her and held Olga’s warm body to him. His longing for release would finally be met, unexpectedly but gloriously, in her arms.
A petite and broad-hipped woman was with him, and he wanted her. Olga’s face was framed by swirls of long dark brown hair with blonde highlights, a frivolous concession to the passing of the years that were to be seen in the set of her straight-lipped mouth, the soft lines on her forehead and to each side of her slender nose. Olga had been an undoubted beauty in her youth, but now she clung to her looks. She had married young, took what work she could, and no longer worried about her weight. Why should she, when the straightened circumstances of her country meant that both money and food were short, and supplies of both remained uncertain?
‘It is the only thing I have left to give you,’ she kissed and clung to him, loved to feel the slide of his lips and flicker of his tongue as he claimed her breasts, circled her hardening nipples with his tongue before taking them in his mouth, his fingers gripping her buttocks and offering caresses between them, the prick of his nails to the base of her spine sending snaps of pleasure coursing through her body.
‘Let me lie down!’ she gasped, as his fingers found her moist heat, the sense of anticipation to be taken to bed raging within her.
Arsen lay back, lifted his hips and she tugged away his briefs, gloried in the sight of him and his toned body, the strength in his arms and legs made hard by the regime that military life on the front lines had bestowed. And then she saw and reached for his manhood, his arcing penis, its domed tip glistening. Flesh, that had once claimed her daughter, would soon be in her body and to be enjoyed.
‘Forget everything…everyone…and love with me! Let me remember moments like this and with you!’ he kissed.
‘I will, darling man, I will!’
Olga moved to caress his body with the sweep of her tumbling breasts; moved so that his penis slid between them, and she caressed that pole of flesh mimicking the act of fucking, before she lay upon him.
Arsen felt his pulse quicken and the cramp in his belly and prick as she fumbled for it once more, his fingers no distraction from her wilful purpose. He was consumed by his need for the woman that she had become, a seductress and fleshy goddess whose breaths were on his mouth as their tongues slicked each other’s lips and their eyes held each other’s wondering stare.
‘Yes, we’re going to love, to be together as never before and I now know that you need. I am here for you, believe that, and just as I hope that you are for me.’
‘Forgive me, Olga…forgive me!’ he gasped in expectation, fumbling for his penis and caressing her thighs with it, then the slicked lips of her pussy.
‘I do…how I do!’ She lifted her head and groaned, then bent down to kiss him, her hair sweeping over his face like a veil. She felt so wet, so ready for him, the ache in her belly only to be satisfied by taking that pole of meat inside her and letting him burst; to have him fill her slicked haven with his seed. Every nerve in her body screamed for this to happen. ‘I want and need this from you too!’
His penis parted her pussy’s lips and she rose to allow him in, to have her son-in-law of former times slowly claim her body. She needed to be as one with him and she rocked and bucked her hips, felt Arsen move to slowly plumb her; to push deeper and deeper until she shifted, took all of him, and sat on his hips. Soon, she was fully impaled on him and raging lust took hold in them.
‘Woman…woman!’ he groaned, his lust for her overwhelming as she took him at a furious pace.
His hands caressed and moved over her body from her throat down to where she had taken him. They clamped on her swaying breasts and he pulled on them before they fell back and swayed in a mesmerizing rhythm, like a clock pendulum in time with her movements on him. He was enraptured by the sight of her and felt the knot of longing in his belly become like a coiled spring.
‘Olga, how I want you!’
‘I know, you darling man! We’re together now, we’re together!’ she yelped as they fucked, as she writhed upon his manhood and gasped in her pleasure. She looked up at the ceiling and surrendered to his ways, felt the clamping caress of his hands over her body, the slick of his lips over her breasts as he sat up, bent to claim them, to kiss the warm skin underneath as his hands pushed them up enabling him to do so.
‘Faster…deeper…go on!’ she urged, thrusting and tugging, moving forward and back, gasping in hungering surprise at his actions as Arsen made them roll over. She felt empty for only a moment before he pushed back in, held her legs in the crooks of his arms, and began to sinuously plumb her, to share in hot kisses until his hips battered against her buttocks, his thrusts rhythmic and then deepening, finding and stretching her.
‘You have taken so much of me!’ he groaned through his halting breaths of effort. ‘I love it!’
Olga would drain him until he had nothing left to give.
‘Darling…darling! How I want you!’ she exclaimed, the bed rocking and sinking from their frenzied rut and movements upon it. Everything, who they were to each other, fell away. They were lovers in pursuit of pleasure and solace, each yearning to become lost in the maelstrom of lustful loving.
‘Come back into me!’ she gasped as she felt the caress of that bulbous tip of his penis slip out of her.
Arsen tasted her, slicked his flickering tongue over the pink, swollen, and parted lips of her pussy; teased and tasted her as Olga’s hands kept him to her. She submitted to his raging claims, the presence of his tongue and fingers, his lips to her sex. He sucked and sought her clit, flickered his tongue, and passed over it, his actions taking her to the edge.
‘Arsen, darling! Come back inside me…fill me with all you have, please!’
He knew that she was on the edge and he felt it too, the tightening of his sac and the aching rigidity of his penis. But he wanted to claim her clit, her pussy’s walls, with his probing, swirling tongue; with his lips and fingers. His mouth grazed over her, tasted her, and he felt the brush of her pubic hair on his face, its coarseness on his lips.
‘Let it all go for me, Olga…let it all go, you wonderful woman!’’ he gasped as her bucking hips let him know how close she was and would succumb to her climax. Olga clamped his head with her warm thighs, rocked her body to vary the sensations he had aroused in her.‘
‘I can’t do anything else, because of you!’ she screeched, writhing underneath him and then going still as she climaxed. She arched her back again as every muscle tightened, her juices flowing freely onto his face, his lips, and his tongue. ‘Bring it to me, now! Put it back in me!’
‘I just wanted to please you, in every way, you wonderful woman!’
He positioned himself between her thighs, pushed them wider, and slipped back in. He met her faraway look, saw the fluttering of her eyelids as they began to rut feverishly and quickly, moved together with practiced ease, not the hesitancy that might have been with first-time lovers. His stay with her had brought them to this point and now they could let go. They were no longer answerable to anyone but to each other.
They could love and lust together.
She continued to move her body, pushing up and down, twisting and writhing her hips; her pussy’s muscles coaxing him to ejaculate, to climax inside her as her fingernails were dragged over his skin in slow tantalizing sweeps and light scratches.
‘Whom have you become?’ he yelled but not stopping the pace of his taking of her. Nor did Olga concede to him.
‘Deeper…I know and feel that you’re near and still with me!’
His gasp was all that she got in reply. He drove his penis deeper inside her, Olga taking him to the limit of his control and just as he did so, Olga pushed her hips up from the bed, wrapped her soft thighs around his body, and screeched out of wanton abandon. Her movements became more urgent, and frenzied, as she succumbed to all the emotions of having sex with someone other than Yurii, her late husband.
‘Olga!’ was all she heard, sensations overwhelming her as bolts of his semen jetted into her in leaps of his penis as their movements devastated any remaining control. He pounded against her and slid into her body to the limits of all that he had. Her hands were on his head, clamped on him and they shared in gasping breaths and snatched kisses. They had become one body and could not stop in their claims upon each other, their skins slicked from their efforts.
‘Darling…darling,’ she moaned, ‘how could I have gone on without being with you like this? I needed you and wanted to share these moments with you. They belong only to us, no one else. Forgive me!’
‘I did not dare to ask this of you…the memories are still so raw.’
‘Yes, but we have found loving comfort. That is what you have made me feel.’
He coaxed her to lie down beside him, and he shivered. He loved to feel her fleshy warmth against him and to prolong the aching pleasure that she had bestowed by their wild pursuit of each other.
‘I will remember my time with you. It will keep me sane when there is destruction and hate all around me.’
She lifted her face and met his look upon her; moved to meet his kisses before she clung to him and moulded her body with his as she succumbed to the lethargy of her spent passion.
‘We’ll be like this for the time we have left. I want nothing else,’ she kissed, stroking his face with one hand before she clung to him, and breathed in the aroma of spent passion. The soft skin of her thighs was clammy from their loving and what he had expelled into her. She felt raw from their loving, her thighs ached, and her pussy felt stretched beyond imagining. ‘Shall I stay here, or will you be with me in my bed?’
‘Should I?’
She nodded and sat up, feeling the sweeping caress of his hand on her back before she shifted to the edge of the bed. ‘Be with me and fill me with your love.’
With their arms about each other, they walked slowly to her room, exchanging kisses and caresses as they went.
No one in their lives would know of them tasting what had once been forbidden fruit. She had loved and would love again. She would know of his attention to her fleshy, full-breasted, body and all its wrinkles and folds. She could relive wanton acts in pursuit of pleasure and solace. No one would be hurt by all that they would share, not as they had been hurt after the loss of those they had, and still, loved. But stressful and dangerous times made you find comfort with those you cared for the most.
♥
The news that she had dreaded came on a cold but sunny day.
Perhaps, and in the wake of that, she should pack what she could carry, take cherished photos and mementos of her life in the city of her birth, and join her sister and her husband. They had fled to Poland at the start of this destructive war. It had cost her dearly in the lost lives of those she loved and had loved with.
No one that she loved and cared for remained for her here, as there seemed to be no end in sight to the mayhem of war and what passed for a fragile peace. She had rediscovered love and warmth, comforting solace with Arsen, and had shown no restraint in responding to his tempestuous ways. She wondered whom he would have been thinking of as the enemy came calling on him and his comrades.
The official notice of Arsen’s loss lay on the floor at her feet. She stood at the window, just as she had done on that night when they had first loved as if there would be no end.
Her head swirled and she felt a little giddy. Instinctively, she clutched her dressing gown a little tighter and pressed her fingers to her belly. A soft gasp of recognition of what she was now feeling passed over her parted lips. There were risks, but she was not too old for it to have happened, and with a young and virile lover.
‘Did you find me, my darling? Does a part of you, and of us being together, live on?’
♥
