Hot Neighbors

— You came back awfully fast today, sweetie?" Uncle Seryozha looked at the confused Alina and tried to understand why she kept running from the kitchen to the hallway and glancing furtively through the peephole. At the same time, she seemed strangely afraid that he would notice her actions and would definitely start asking questions about what and why.

Taking advantage of the fact that the baby had fallen asleep, Alina had run to the market for groceries, and then went to the neighboring apartment, so inconveniently foisted upon her for cleaning by the ever-present Uncle Seryozha, in order to finish all her tasks by lunchtime and get a little rest.

— I had only just gone in there, started filling water, when suddenly I saw a sheepskin coat

on the floor, picked it up, listened—someone was talking in the bedroom. I should have left right away, but then I thought that maybe someone would come out now and catch me like a thief. From fear, I could hear every beat of my heart," Alina recounted very incoherently.

— Well, that was probably the owner, he sometimes drops by," Uncle Seryozha smiled slyly—"Maybe he forgot something or some other need arose.

— It was the owner, only he wasn't alone, but with a girl.

— Yeah, and why are you so surprised, he's a young guy, blood's boiling, and you know how many of those are hanging around at the market, a dime a dozen, maybe he brought some chick over for an hour or two.

— No, Uncle Seryozha, I heard it was some very young girl.

— And how do you know it's a girl or not? Look at you, you're a married woman, you'll be 25 soon, and you still don't know what men do with women.

Confused, Alina was silent for a moment, then added: "She asked him to let her go, called for her mom for help, and I just couldn't bring myself to move or go in there."

— You're a real fool, that's just how they all act, they put on a show, ask for their mom, but she probably came to him on her own two feet, nobody dragged her there by force.

— She told him she had only stopped by for a minute.

— You think he's going to take her by force? You're here sniveling, while they might have already found a common language and are enjoying themselves. What do you think, Khoren will just let the girl go? Maybe she owes him money or something, so she'll work it off in full. When did you scram from there? An hour ago?

— Yes, probably, that's how it is.

— See, two lovebirds paired up and are cooing to their heart's content, and you're worried. He'll be roasting her for three hours now, if not more. And you say she's a very young girl, or didn't you see her?

— I didn't see anyone, only voices, it even seemed to me that he was covering her mouth with something so she wouldn't scream.

— See, his apartment is right across, complete silence, no one's screaming, calling for help, and if she does scream, well—it's from joy. If we lived right under them as neighbors, then the bed would be banging, but like this...

Uncle Seryozha wouldn't let up, his tenant's story had clearly excited the old stallion, so he just couldn't calm down: "And how did you decide to run from there? You must have been curious yourself, you don't see something like that every day, a girl being forced right under your nose."

— I was even afraid to move while they were arguing loudly, and then suddenly it got quiet, it even seemed to me they were kissing, only then she broke free again, and... the bed creaked loudly...

— So you missed the most interesting part.

— I didn't want to be a witness, better let them sort it out themselves. Maybe you're right, these days there are all kinds of people, they only try to grab the biggest and sweetest piece.

Uncle Seryozha now began to glance at the peephole himself from time to time, he really wanted to peek—what kind of bird had Khoren caught on his hook. He also saw that Alina couldn't calm down either and continued the spicy topic: "You know, when I made the deal with him about you, the first thing he asked me was: 'And what's she like? Young or not so much?' I tell him she's twenty-five, has a small child, just gave birth, needs work close by, and has a husband, works on a construction site all day, they just can't make ends meet. And he declares to me: 'If she just gave birth, then she must be good.' I was just about to describe you, and he beat me to it: 'Just make sure she cleans when we're not home, I won't care that she's married, if I'm in the mood I'll feel her up, then her husband is done for. Sometimes his buddy shows up here too, just like him, only older.'"

Alina blushed all over, not thinking about what she was doing, aimlessly rearranging pots in the kitchen. She couldn't get that girl out of her head. For a moment she imagined herself in her place and immediately ran to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

She was snapped out of her stupor by Uncle Seryozha's insinuating voice: "Look, look here, they're coming out."

The doors of the neighboring apartment slowly opened, first a girl fluttered out, quite short but a bit plump, and then Khoren noisily started closing the doors. At the elevator, he hugged her tightly, the girl didn't resist. Looking around predatorily and noticing nothing suspicious, he slipped his paws inside her unbuttoned, enticing fur coat.

— Look how they're cuddling. You think they were just kissing for two hours? And indeed, the girl probably isn't often in such a predicament. See how satisfied she is?

— Uncle Seryozha, I'm afraid to go into that apartment alone now.

— Then let's go together, I don't mind seeing what they did there.

Warily, as if doubting that no one was in the apartment, Alina opened the doors to the neighbor's apartment.

— You haven't told your husband, have you, that I found you extra work?

— What? No.

— Right, he doesn't need to know, you'll tell him everything yourself later, when you get good money... Look at that, they covered all their tracks, and even made the bed.

But not a single detail could escape his keen, experienced eye.

— And look how they worked that bed—not a sheet, but a battlefield—a fight to the death. Look, after all, in one place he gave her a good tug, at least a little. So did you notice that girl?

Alina nodded in agreement.

— He probably likes those, plump ones, roomy, just right for such a moose," and he winked conspiratorially at the completely dazed Alina.

Opening the bathroom door slightly, Uncle Seryozha noted that there was a whole mountain of dirty laundry. "If you want to please him, gather all this and wash it."

Alina tried to open her mouth to object, because there was no agreement about that.

— I know it's not part of your duties, but treat it with respect—you'll be rewarded handsomely. And you'll dry it on the balcony in my room. Don't forget the bedding either.

Tying up a huge bundle, the upset Alina went to wash the laundry of a man completely unknown to her. Locking herself in the bathroom, she tried to do it all before her husband came home from work, only occasionally running out to feed the baby, while the proactive Uncle Seryozha took over caring for the baby.

By evening, having first rung the doorbell of the neighboring apartment and waited a few minutes to make sure no one was home, she brought in the laundry and remade the bed. Only the almost-dry towels remained, which Alina hid in Uncle Seryozha's room, who smiled continuously and kept saying: "Good girl, hardworking, now maybe I'll get something too."

Alina's husband, who came home as always late in the evening, was a bit surprised that his wife, after feeding him delicious borscht, pressed against him in bed in a special way, so that despite his fatigue, he performed his slightly forgotten marital duty.

In the morning, having bathed and put the baby to sleep, Alina rang the bell of the neighboring apartment at the agreed time and started cleaning. She was hurrying as never before, faster

Uncle Seryozha began to get nervous because the baby woke up and started crying, and no rocking would calm him down. Taking the baby in his arms, he started walking from the window to the door, then opened the front door slightly in the hope that the mother would hear her child's crying.

... Alina only came out of the apartment about three hours later. The confused Uncle Seryozha met her at the door, holding the now calmed child. Looking at her disheveled face and hair, all he could think to ask was: "So he used you after all... the stallion?"

Alina took the child in her arms and answered detachedly: "I did it myself"—and handed him four tightly clenched hundred-dollar bills.

Uncle Seryozha looked at them guiltily until Alina added: "For some reason, he knows more about me than I do."

And this is how it happened. Alina froze in place when she saw Khoren. He was smiling with his whole big, white-toothed mouth.

— The old man told me you were young, but never showed you, probably deliberately afraid to show such beauty," Khoren rasped, taking off his sheepskin coat.

Alina, barely managing to control her excitement and trying to say she had already finished everything, started to gather her things, but Khoren immediately stopped her.

— I wanted to thank you a little for the cleanliness," and he, glancing at the pile of freshly washed and ironed laundry, reached into his pocket. Several hundred-dollar bills, which Alina had only seen in pictures, completely flustered the woman. She clenched them tightly in her hand and didn't know how to tell her husband about it.

Khoren came closer to her, and Alina distinctly felt a slight smell of alcohol.

— Are you in a hurry somewhere, beauty?

— Yes, yes," Alina said quickly, glad for his prompt.

— You have a very small baby. Breastfeeding?

— Yes, yes.

— So he'll be a real jigit... My mom breastfed me until I was three.

Alina, to somehow defuse the situation, looked at him in surprise.

— Why are you looking at me like that? Don't believe me? That's why I grew up so big.

Alina again didn't know what to do with herself because the exit was firmly blocked by the man towering a whole head over her. She felt it was time to feed the child, but the conversation seemed like it would never end. So, glancing at herself as if furtively, she tried to find a reason to leave: "I need to go,... to feed."

Khoren could clearly see that her dress was slightly damp, which the young woman was nodding at, so he, taking her firmly by the hand, asked specifically: "After you feed him, will you come to me? I won't keep you long."

Alina tensed up, feeling how helplessly her hand was swallowed in his hairy paw, and he looked intently at the woman, demanding confirmation of his words.

— How? How can that be? I have a husband.

Khoren looked even more intently into her eyes and said: "Your husband didn't ask why you were washing my underwear?"

Alina, experiencing embarrassment yet again from his specific, heavy-as-a-hammer questions, told the truth: "I did everything beforehand, before he came home, so as not to upset him." Purely from nervousness, Alina gave the last words a sort of smiling quality, to which Khoren responded with a light chuckle: "That's a smart girl, no need to tell him everything. Now you and I, beauty, already have a little secret. Are you happy?" He was drilling her again with his big, burning eyes, and it seemed to Alina that he guessed how yesterday in the bathroom her head was spinning from the pungent, unfamiliar smell of men's laundry, how, making sure the bathroom door was tightly locked, she had carefully examined the sheet soiled with male semen.

— Let's sit for a bit?"—and strong male hands sat her down on a high table. Now her feet didn't reach the floor at all, and she couldn't get down by herself. She childishly swung her legs, as if demanding to be put back in her place, but the wise Khoren, stretching out his hands, grabbed the woman so that with his whole torso he felt the breasts of the young nursing mother.

— How soft you are? Will you kiss me?

Alina shook her head, but Khoren wasn't expecting anything else.

— Then I'll kiss you...

Loosening his grip, he let her catch her breath a little.

— Did you like it? Let's do it again." He felt how the young woman's body became more accessible after the kiss.

Hearing the characteristic sound of a man's pants zipper being undone, she seemed to sober up: "You won't, you won't do that, I beg you," she whispered, simultaneously trying to get off the table.

— Who are you afraid of, beauty? Him?"—he slightly pulled down his pants and showed the tight, bluish head of his penis.

— Ask your little pussy if she wants him or not?" and his palm went shamelessly between the woman's legs. "You feel how warm she is... obedient, she got ready as soon as she saw me.

Khoren showed her his moistened fingers: "She's waiting for another finger, thicker... sweeter." He was already pulling out his cock to its full length.

— Take it with your little fingers, caress it, get acquainted, like on a first date. Your joy will depend on him now... How do you like him? Will he do?

He unbuttoned his shirt, knowing what a wonderful effect his thick black chest hair had on women, thrusting his chest out even more, he began to lightly tickle the utterly terrified Alina.

Alina didn't answer his questions at all, there was a fog in her eyes, she barely understood what she was doing and why. Her small palms carefully placed themselves one after another on the hard shaft, it seemed to her that if she held it in her hands, she could somehow protect herself from this unrestrained male force.

Khoren playfully made a few well-known forward-backward movements with his whole body.

— Now we can get to know each other more closely, otherwise I don't trust myself... You don't want me to mess up your... hands.

Alina, sitting on the table and having calmed down a bit, got nervous again, to which she immediately received: "We'll get to know each other more closely there, in the bed, I have to examine you properly, feel you all over"—and he immediately launched his paws to unbutton her bra. Feeling the woman's breast freed from the constricting garment, he lifted the woman in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

"To understand how beautiful a woman is, you have to undress her..."—Khoren didn't finish, because before him appeared a treasure in the form of a fully-formed woman with a very beautiful, truly round butt, and the thin pant