Shadow of Desire

Igor, a man in the prime of his life, with a sturdy body and deep, thoughtful eyes, had been renting a room in Olga's apartment for several months. She was over forty, but her well-maintained figure, smooth skin, and confident movements made his pulse quicken every time she was near. Married but often left alone due to her husband's business trips, Olga radiated an aura of unattainability, which only intensified his attraction. Igor tried to keep his distance, but his gaze involuntarily slid over her graceful curves, over how her skirt hugged her hips, or how she adjusted her hair, exposing her neck.That evening, Olga went out on business, leaving him alone.

Igor decided to take a shower to distract himself from obsessive fantasies. Passing by the bathroom, he noticed the laundry basket with its lid slightly ajar. The edge of a black lace thong peeked out from under it. His breath caught. He knew he shouldn't, but his fingers reached for the fabric on their own. The smooth material burned his skin, and the light, barely perceptible scent of her body hit him like a strong drink. His cock immediately stiffened, the head swelling, protruding through his trousers, and a heat spread through his lower abdomen.Unable to resist, Igor returned to his room, forgetting to close the door tightly. He threw the thong on the bed, unbuckled his belt, and lowered his jeans. His cock, already hard, with a prominent vein along the shaft, twitched as he wrapped his hand around it. The skin was hot, the head glistened with pre-cum, and he slowly ran his fingers along its entire length, feeling the tension build. His other hand slid lower, to his anus, carefully pressing against the tight ring of muscles. A slight burning sensation mixed with sharp pleasure, making him exhale with a shudder. He jerked off, imagining Olga—her voice, her body, her pussy, hidden under those very thongs that now lay before him.He didn't hear the front door click quietly. Olga had returned earlier than planned. Her steps were light, almost inaudible, but passing by his room, she froze. Through the slightly open door, she saw Igor—his powerful figure, tense muscles, one hand rhythmically moving along his thick cock, and the other exploring his anus. Her cheeks flushed, and between her legs instantly grew wet. Her pussy ached with desire, her vaginal lips moistened, and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs, trying to quell this heat. She should have left, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his movements, from how the head of his cock glistened and his abdominal muscles contracted with each jerk.Finally, she made up her mind. Knocking, Olga slowly opened the door. Igor flinched, his eyes widened, and he tried to cover himself, but it was too late. Embarrassment gripped him, but Olga smiled softly, her voice warm and soothing.— Igor, don't worry, — she said, sitting on a chair opposite him, maintaining distance. — It's normal. Jerking off is natural. I do it myself, even being married. It's just a bodily need.He looked at her, unable to utter a word. Her words sounded sincere, without a hint of judgment. She crossed her arms over her chest, but her gaze was soft, almost affectionate.— I… didn't want you to see this, — he mumbled, lowering his eyes.— I know. But I saw it. And, honestly… — she hesitated, her voice dropping lower, — it really turned me on. I want this just as much as you do.His heart pounded. Olga looked him in the eyes, and a spark ignited in her gaze, sending shivers down his skin.— Let's do it together, — she suggested. — But each on our own. Just… help each other feel better. Do you agree?Igor nodded, still not believing what was happening. Olga smiled and leaned back in the chair, slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse. Her fingers slid to the waistband of her skirt, slightly lifting the fabric, revealing lace panties beneath which the contours of her vagina were visible. Igor couldn't look away from her smooth-shaven lips, from the hint of moisture seeping through the fabric. His hand wrapped around his cock again, the shaft tensed, the head turning almost purple from the rush of blood. Olga slipped her hand under her panties, her fingers began to caress her pussy, spreading the lips and touching her clit, and she let out a quiet sigh, her mouth slightly open.— Jerk off slowly, Igor, — she whispered, her voice saturated with desire. — Grip the cock tighter at the base, then slide up to the head. Yes, like that. Do you feel how it swells under your fingers?Her words spurred him on. He followed her instructions, squeezing the shaft at the base, feeling the vein pulse under his fingers, and slowly moved his hand up, smearing drops of pre-cum over the head. The tension built, and her gaze, full of greedy interest, only intensified the sensations. Olga caressed herself faster, her fingers sliding over her wet pussy, spreading the lips and dipping inside, her thighs trembling.— I want you to cum while looking at me, — she said, her voice becoming hoarse. — I want to feel your cum on me when you're ready.Those words were the final straw. Igor sped up his movements, his hand sliding along his cock with a wet sound, the head glistening, his abdominal muscles tensing. He looked at her—at her slightly parted lips, at her fingers disappearing into her pussy, at her eyes full of lust. A wave of heat washed over him, and he came, streams of hot cum spurting forward, landing on her hand and the edge of her skirt. Olga smiled, bringing her hand to her face and smearing the cum over her skin, as if savoring its warmth and stickiness.— I like this feeling, — she whispered, continuing to caress herself. Her movements became sharper, her fingers rubbing her clit, her other hand squeezing her breast. Soon her body arched, she moaned, her pussy clenched around her fingers, and she came, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her panties.Igor, seeing this, felt his cock hardening again. The head swelled once more, and he couldn't resist, starting to jerk off again. Olga noticed this and, still breathing heavily, said:

— Let me help you. But only like this..

She stood up, came closer, and knelt beside him. Her hand, warm and soft, slid over his thigh. She looked him in the eyes, seeking consent, and, seeing his nod, carefully touched his buttocks. Her finger, lubricated with lotion from the nightstand, slowly entered his anus, overcoming the resistance of the tight muscles. Igor tensed, but then relaxed, feeling her movements bring a strange but sharp pleasure. She moved her finger rhythmically, pressing deeper, finding sensitive spots inside.— Jerk yourself off, Igor, — she whispered, her voice full of care. — Squeeze the head tighter, twist your hand when you reach the top. Yes, like that. Feel how my finger is fucking you.Her instructions and the sensation of her finger in his anus drove him wild. His hand moved quickly, his cock pulsed, the head glistened with new drops, and her movements inside him intensified each wave of heat. Finally, he came again, his cum splashing onto Olga's hand, coating her fingers with sticky fluid. She slowly pulled her finger out of his anus, brought her hand to her face, and smeared the cum over her skin again, smiling.— I like how this feels on me, — she said quietly, her voice warm. — Thank you for trusting me.Igor nodded, still trying to catch his breath. There was no judgment in her eyes, only understanding and tenderness. They sat in silence, and a strange but deep connection was established between them—something neither of them could describe in words.—