Mira

[seganor]

Mira...
Years have passed by before I realized that what I felt for her was not pure love. Call it body praise if you want.
My parents were poor. Very poor. At the age of 11 they decided that I should go to gain my own money. Mr. Vasilescu was the richest man in the region and my mom?s cousin, Mira, worked for him as a superintendent: she took care of everything going on at his big property, at the country side. To cut it short, an ex-chambermaid herself, Mira was now the head of Mr. Vasilescu?s servants.
She baffled me from the moment I met her. As she and mom were hugging each other after years of separation, I simply could not take my eyes away from her: she was tall and strong, very tall and very strong, to say the truth. A curly, short haired brunette of 32, she still exhibited the traits of the peasant she used to be before being hired by Vasilescu: a rather narrow forehead, a slight crooked nose and a thick lipped mouth. However, as she stood dressed in her black uniform with white, laced, apron, mounted on high heels and wearing black stockings, she radiated a rather soldierly attitude ? she kept her broad shoulders aback, she sucked in her slight potbelly and she kept her extremely muscular legs straight, like a German officer in the WW II movies. And yes, she had that scar on the left part of her forehead.
After talking to mom, she tapped me on my head and she insured mom that she?d take good care of me.
And so she did. She was a woman of her word.
Realizing that I was good at taking care of the animals, she assigned me to the stables. Mr. Vasilescu had several race horses and the thing that struck me from the moment I began my work there, was that Mira?s attitude resembled that of the big mares: she was dignified and full of grit, strong and undisturbed, full of will and confident of herself. She was a very special woman who had learned how to behave haughtily with her subordinates, men and women alike. As a consequence, none ever dared to disobey her. One more thing: she was not soft with me ? she didn?t want anyone to say that her nephew enjoyed the least favoritism.
One evening, she called for me in her office. As usual, I hurried and I sneaked quietly into the room, wishing not to disturb her. She was not there. Moments later, however, I heard the gush of the water in the washtub. The door of the small bathroom was ajar and, hasty to comply with my aunt?s demands, I entered the bathroom.
To my astonishment, I found Mira barefoot, bent over the tub, humming and cleaning her black shoes. It was the first time ever I saw her in such a domestic, inattentive attitude ? her legs were widely spread apart and her black skirt was rolled up high over her muscular, thick thighs. Her massive *** seemed to burst out off her tight skirt, while her voluminous breasts coiled softly under her white shirt.
?Ah, there you are,"? she suddenly noticed me. She smiled, realizing the effect she had upon me and she arranged herself. ?I checked up the water reservoirs near the pond,"? she explained to me why her shoes were messy. ?The place is so muddy! One of these days, I?ll tell Mr. Vasilescu that we should build a concrete alley over there..."?
From then on, the images of my aunt began to haunt me before I got asleep. I used to sleep in a small dormitory right next to hers. The wall between our dormitories was rather thin and I could hear Mira when she went to bed. I could hear the cracks of her bed, I could hear her breathes and snoring, I could hear her when she went to the toilet, I could hear her wash herself, I could hear her ****, I could hear ? well, I developed a high capacity of imagining what my aunt was doing, based only on the sounds that came from her dormitory.
Now and then, I could hear some other voice in her dormitory and I readily recognized Ion?s voice, Mr. Vasilescu?s chauffeur. Although I was only 11 then, I knew what men and women were to do during the nights. Needless to say, I felt jealous about this but, on the other hand, the sounds they made excited me so much that I found myself waiting in eagerness for Ion to visit my aunt.
Mira was what the men called a screamer. However, her screams of abandon were hardly distinguishable from the man?s ? she used to let low toned screams that resembled the squeals of Mr. Vasilescu?s biggest reproductive boar. God, how those loud squeals hardened me! Since then, nothing ever hardened me that fast and that hard, I have to admit...
Mira?s sister, Lena, also worked for Mr. Vasilescu. She used to live in Iasi, where she took care of our master?s businesses. Every two or three weeks, she used to come at the countryside, giving Mr. Vasilescu some reports. When she came over, she used to have long chats with Mira. During those visits, I heard more than once what women talk when they think that no one hears them.
Lena?s biggest problem was that her boyfriend, a nice guy named Andrei, had never made her feel a good ******. In fact, as I heard her again and again, she had never experienced an ******, although she was 29. Mira asked her about it, she gave some advices, but Lena simply couldn?t get her ******, whatever she did.
?Maybe you should try an experienced and hard man, to teach you this,"? said Mira once.
Lena argued that she loved Andrei.
?I don?t talk about love,"? said Mira. ?I talk about good sex. No one asks you to leave Andrei. If you want, I can arrange this..."?
?If Andrei ever finds out about it, he?ll walk away from me."?
?Trust me! I can arrange this."?
A week later, Mira told me that she will sleep in my dormitory because Lena would spend the next night over. I never asked a question ? after all, Mira and Lena could sleep together ? but the prospect of sharing the room with my aunt threw me in a state of trance. I offered to sleep on the floor but she said it was no need for this. She only asked me to turn my face away when she put on her pajamas.
She got in the bed, right near me and, for awhile, she spent her time reading magazines. After half an hour, she turned the lights off and she went to sleep. By then, I did my best to behave as if I was sleeping already, but God only knows what it took me to stay put and breathe regularly.
Minutes later, we heard Lena talk with the guy Mira brought to her. My aunt became anxious about it and she checked me several times, but I was snoring delicately, as kids do, otherwise having all my senses awake, as you can imagine. The bed was pretty narrow and, during that night, I always felt either my aunt?s back, either one of her muscular legs, or even her hard butts, as she was constantly rummaging in the drapes.
However, this was nothing compared to what happened in the other room. It was very late when I heard a woman?s growing moans, harder and harder, faster and faster, sharper and sharper. Suddenly, Lena began to give brief cries, interspersed by loud encouragements:
?Yes... It?s coming to me... Yes..."?
After almost five minutes, she let a long howl, readily ensued by an endless sobbing.
?You did me so good... so good..."? she kept saying between sobs of happiness.
The next day, Mira said nothing but she brought in some masons to look at the wall between our rooms. From then on, there was nothing I could hear anymore from her room.
But, I was smart and I found an even better place to spy my aunt: in the attic, right above her bathroom, the old floor had two spaces between the wooden boards ? two thin openings that enabled me to look down. Of course, I had only a narrow span to invade her privacy, but it proved to be rewarding enough: I could see the WC and almost one half of the washtub.
God, oh God... When she was on the WC, I could see her hard buttocks, I could see her broad back and at least one third of her thighs and I could hear her strain. When she was bathing, I could see her feet and calves and I could hear the wet splashes when she soaped herself ? I could even watch her as she sometimes heavily rinsed her ***** (I always thought it was hairy, very hairy). She gave then strange, brief sounds then, in rhythm with her brief quakes, so much alike with mine when I spied her ? yes, I was so close to her, yet so far...

[Steve03]

How did you get your story on the same thread . As you will
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