A small, modest girl

I, Maria, am 36 years old, tall - 186 cm, slender, with a B-cup chest... I think I'm attractive, judging by how men look at me. Far from a fool, since I have a higher education and work as a Merchandiser at "Pyaterochka". I sent my son off to the army about six months ago, right after he turned 18, he didn't get into University and decided to serve his country. And I was left alone... My husband and I separated when my son was just six, and later I was about to get married a second time, but... It turned out not to be so simple, there were so many scandals with my son, both out of jealousy and because he already has a father... In short, I decided that until I got the boy on his feet, until he came of age, I wouldn't even think about marriage... And I just dated,

not at my place, changing lovers about once a year, though the last one, a younger guy, stayed for almost two years and eventually married my former friend. And now it's been almost a year alone and it's sad, and sometimes I want it so much there are no words..

. If we talk about intimate life, there are probably no boundaries for me... Both with my husband and with my lovers, we did everything that could possibly come to mind... There was one thing I didn't just love—I adored—and that's cunnilingus, not just licking my pussy, but doing it correctly, beautifully, feeling me, and most importantly, loving to do it... I realized one thing, men like that are rare, mostly they are either selfish or professionals only in words and they do it just for the sake of it... Out of gratitude, as I give myself to them... But that doesn't interest me. Women, girls—that's more common and there are more of them, they know what and how to do when giving cunnilingus, because they are the same themselves... I've been with girls, a long time ago... Even before my husband, and then it became Taboo..

But in my youth, my girlfriend and I worked wonders, living together in a dorm room, and with her, we perfected cunnilingus and I think became pros... Later, after that, there was an incident with a woman, but all that was a pleasant, beautiful past..

And now I'm completely alone and only work saves me, there's communication, interest, and it's a big part of my life.

At work, we had a salesgirl, Alyona, an 18-year-old girl, more like a child—small, no more than 1.60m, with long, reddish braids and her chest, as if it wasn't there at all... I would describe her as: "a small, modest girl."

Not knowing her, not seeing her documents, I wouldn't have given her 18 and looked at her like a little daughter, cute and wronged... She came from Siberia and didn't get into university and out of shame decided not to return and to live until the next year, until the new admissions..

It seemed to me that everyone was picking on her, she was new and so young, still silly, and it was like there was no need to consider her... I constantly felt sorry for her, in a human way, and sad, but why is such a good girl having everything go so wrong and unlucky... And she seems to try, but she's either short on something, or something is missing... And she sometimes bursts into tears, and I feel sad for the child again. . And I decided, I won't let anyone hurt her and decided to help her whenever I see...

I approached Alyona, who was squatting, lifted her up, put my arm around her, and hugging her maternally, asked:

— How are you, sweetie, what did they want, do you know them?!

— I don't know, I wanted to run away from our party and go home, it's shorter to go this way—she could barely get the words out, still trembling, glancing around, in case they came back—and they latched onto me and they didn't want money...—and she cried like a child..

I sat down on a bench with her, pressed her to me, and whispered;

— Sweetie, my girl, everything is fine now and I won't let anyone hurt you—she somehow pressed her whole body against me and said:

— I still have a long way to go

— Come to my place, it's nearby, you can sleep it off at my place, calm down, and go to yours tomorrow..- I reassured her, firmly stating what we would do. And hand in hand, we went to my place. Alyonka was sniffling the whole way, as if she really was still a little child, a little girl.

Once inside, I sent her to the shower to wash up, and I quickly set the table with whatever was there.. And most importantly, wine, to drink a little and unwind, although I was still not sober from the corporate party

My girl came out smiling, with long golden hair down to her butt, skinny, small..

— Alyonka, how pretty you are,—I suddenly blurted out, as if seeing her for the first time—and most importantly, proper, modest, and bright, modest and kind.. I think your Mom can be proud of you, even if you haven't decided yet and aren't studying, but you have a foundation, a framework of reliability and faith..

Let's drink to that—and pouring her a glass, I handed it to her, continuing—drink, sweetie, you need to calm down and don't worry, you'll rest peacefully at my place, no one will disturb us.. I live alone!

And we drank, had a little snack, drank again.. Alyona had already loosened up, calmed down from the tipsiness, and was telling me about herself and her still short life. We drank and it was already so good, I definitely understood it was time for bed, and announced:

— Alyon, make your own bed, I'll give you linens, on the couch in the living room, and I'll go to the bedroom—and leaving, I kissed her on the cheek and trudged off, barely moving my legs, wishing her sweet dreams. Entering the bedroom, I took off my clothes and fell, immediately dozing off.

. I woke up from a rustle in the darkness and saw Alyona entering the room in the dark. She quietly approached and, not seeing that I was awake, lay down next to me under the blanket and pressed against my back; I was lying on my side with my back to her.

She pressed her whole body against me, I felt somehow warm and pleasant and I whispered:

— My girl, are you cold or just lonely—I said, smiling, and immediately dozed off again

. Another time, I came out of sleep, first from the touches, and then from the stroking of my back, neck.. In the darkness, I thought it was a dream, but coming to a bit more, I clearly felt light, gentle strokes from behind..

Alyona's little fingers were stroking my back softly, softly, barely touching, as if afraid to wake me.. Then it turned into kisses and her tongue moving, as if barely touching...

It definitely felt pleasant and good to me, I suddenly felt arousal and thoughts:

— What's happening, what is she doing and what is she planning, she's clearly afraid I'll wake up.. No, I won't let her know I'm awake yet, I'll see what she does next—and I deliberately, to calm her, pretended to be fast asleep and started snoring evenly.

. My girl, gently touched my shoulder and quietly pressed down, turning me onto my back and I lay down, not opening my eyes, waiting for what would happen..

. Alyona, lying on her side along my left arm, she quietly crawled completely under the blanket and, pressing against me with her tongue, now emboldened, licked my breast, lightly touching my nipples and flicking them with her tongue..

. She was so light that I couldn't feel her weight, because partly she was on top of me, but I could now look into the darkness, though not seeing her under the blanket, and think about what was happening and it suddenly dawned on me:

— Could it really be that.. What I suddenly thought about, . . It will be cunnilingus.. She wants to give me cunnilingus..how did she, Alyonka, suddenly decide, even if she really wanted it.. She, such a modest and quiet girl.. Or, getting drunk, she gained courage, more than enough.. .My sweet little girl, how many secrets you still have.. And whatever happens, I decided for myself, I still won't let on that I'm awake.. . I won't disrupt her thoughts and desires and I'll see what she's capable of, and when to "wake up" for her.. I'll see as it goes.. And the most important thing for me, because I, myself, would have wanted this... Very much wanted it, especially from such a sweet, very sweet girl.. How awkward it would be, but..

And how did she even decide, it's surprising and unlike her..

And I prepared to further feel everything she wanted to do to me.

. Alyonka, as if emboldened or already at the peak of pleasure from her own touches, having worked herself up, now went lower and carefully, not pressing too hard, spread my legs apart as wide as she could and positioned herself between them under the blanket. She touched the pubic hair with her fingers, with her tongue, gently parted the labia and pressed her lips against them. Seeing nothing, only feeling, I suddenly thought:

— My girl is great, still little, but knows her stuff.. What and how, even in the dark she can tell.. Well done!!!—I clearly began to feel a surge of pleasure from what I had long wanted and thought about periodically.. While restraining myself so as not to moan, I understood that soon.. Any moment now and..

. Alyona seemed to be completely into it now and, emboldened, was licking away, so greedily, now moaning herself and smacking her lips, that I too was no longer able to hold back, threw the blanket off us, grabbed her head with my hands, held her so she wouldn't jump back in fright, but on the contrary, not letting go, letting her know not to stop.. Alyona, as if she felt, understood me, and now as if it were the natural order of things and not the first time, she latched onto my clitoris and, inserting two, then three fingers, played with them inside.. At that moment I cried out and squeezed her head with my legs, continuing to moan, breathing rapidly, I said:

— Alyonushka, sweetie, a little more, please.. Please.. More.. Sweetie..- and I roared again..

Alyonka, seemed to be the happiest, not me from her caresses, but her from doing and giving me pleasure and seeing how good I felt.. I grabbed her with both hands, still coming and trembling all over, but.. I pulled her to me, pressed her whole body against me, kissing without stopping, I whispered:

— Alyona, my girl, this is madness, but I love you.. My sweet, little girl.. How lovely you are!!!

We lay like that for a long time, in each other's arms, not letting go.. Afterwards, we went to the shower, washed up, now sober and from pleasure, went to drink tea and I asked:

— Alyon, it's amazing—I smiled—how you, seem so modest and.. Decided on such a thing?!

. Alyona sat, ashamed, all red, lowering her eyes and quietly answered:

— Maria, I'm ashamed, I feel so awkward in front of you.. Now, definitely not.. But then, where did the courage come from.

— Alyon, first of all, we're definitely on a first-name basis, especially after such intimacy, and secondly, truthfully, how did you suddenly decide, and what if I had made a scene..

— At home—she quietly began to confess—with my girlfriends, we used to bring each other to orgasm by doing cunnilingus.. That's how we were friends, and when we needed to thank someone, the best gift was to do cunnilingus, really loving it, like we would for ourselves..

So I decided, getting drunk, that I would give my very best gift, as to the dearest and closest person.. To you, to you.. Sorry, if anything.. I'm stupid, yes, I shouldn't have..?!

— Alyonka—hugging her, I answered her—sweetie, thank you for this gift and I understand you, but..

don't do anything like that for anyone else until you know the person, because people can react differently to such things..—and after a pause, I continued—And I thank you, I even confessed my love to you, how superbly you did it for me.. To the point of dizziness, it was just super!—and hugging her, I kissed her and, pulling her along, said:

— And now, sleep! Everyone sleep! Now, on all grounds, we're together.. Let's go, both of us, arm in arm, and crash—and laughing, we went hand in hand to the bedroom..

I gently kissed her on the lips, saying thank you again.. sweet dreams and she, curling up, pressed against my breast, like family, and we fell sound asleep.

. Waking up, she hurried to her place, she rented a room and it was quite far, but she wouldn't agree to stay for anything, saying it was awkward and she wouldn't impose, that she needed to build her own life and some other empty chatter, but. No means no, so we parted, not even having breakfast.

Two days later, at work, we met and, as if by unspoken agreement, didn't talk about anything, even though we were on a first-name basis, but.. Alyona was lovely in this too, not giving any hint of any closer relationship between us, there were no requests or pleas from her.. For myself, I decided, as I essentially had yesterday, to take her under my wing, and now I was glad about it, that I wasn't mistaken about this little, modest girl.. Sweet and already a little bit like family!

— Maria, I'm quitting, I have to.. Things are bad with my Mom, I'm going home—she looked at me with sad eyes and left. I took her note from my pocket so no one would see and, unfolding it, read:

— Mashenka, I really want to say goodbye to you, you understand what I mean.. Maybe we'll never see each other again.. You, you will always remain a dear, close person to me!!!

I even had tears well up from her words, immediately found her and whispered in her ear:

— I'm expecting you today, after work.. I'll take tomorrow off..

In the evening, closing the store, I didn't see her, it was as if she was working her last day.. Maybe she left for good, but.. Approaching home, she was sitting on a bench waiting.

— How I love this little, sweet girl"—was the first thing that suddenly came to my mind, seeing her, and hugging her, I invited her into the house.

— Mash, I want it so much.. I love it so much—and instantly pressed her lips to my pussy, ruffling the hair with her tongue and already playing, as if casually, with her fingers deep inside, playing with them there, moving them around and rubbing the inner wall of the clitoris.. And herself, on the outside, latched onto it..

I was getting aroused just watching and observing all her movements, holding her or myself by her head.. Now pressing her forcefully against my pussy and myself as if rubbing against her lips, face, not stopping moaning from the pleasure that was taking over my whole body..

She licked the labia and the line along them and latched onto the clitoris with such force that I felt it, cried out, as I started flowing and.. Weak knees and my legs are giving way and I seem to have no strength left.. Breathing every other breath, I quickly pushed her away and literally fell onto my back across the bed, pulled her to me, onto me, and she, sitting on top of me, right on my face, lowered herself, pressing her face into my Pussy and we, lying in a "69," could pleasure