Russian Wife and Russian Girlfriend

Author's note 1. Thanks to my friend LittleAlison for giving my little story some much needed fixes.

Author's note 2. This story is for the

750 Word Project 2025

. Beyond this note and after the title is exactly 750 words. At least according to google docs.

Russian Wife AND Russian Girlfriend

At 19, I was living with my 40yo divorced father when his midlife crisis hit. He ended up marrying a buxom mail order bride.

Novia, a gorgeous Russian woman, was 15 years his junior, and only six years older than I. Daddy called me his 'little Lisa', despite me not being particularly little. Although plain-Jane, I was athletic and outgoing.

The raven haired Russian spoke no English. Not an issue for my father, stimulating conversation wasn't his top priority. Evidenced by the noises I heard coming from his bedroom at night.

When my dad and I picked Novia up at the airport, I noticed some poorly hidden bruises. Life in Russia must have been tough, I thought. But she was kind, caring and happy to help around the house. Despite the language barrier, we became close.

Out by our pool one day she pulled lightly at my bikini. I thought she wanted me to take it off. But, through broken English, I realized she wanted one like mine.

Our bodies were fairly similar in build, except for her larger breasts. I brought Novia into my bedroom to try on one of a dozen bikinis I had. I dug through my drawer and found one I thought would be complementary. When I turned back, I gasped. Novia was naked. Her red one piece suit on the floor.

Part of me always had bisexual thoughts, I suppose. Thoughts about the softness of another woman's lips. The scent of her in my nostrils. And the feeling of another woman's smooth skin against mine. It was all very alluring in my mind. And seeing Novia naked brought all those thoughts to the surface.

I stared at Novia's flawless body. My eyes must have told her what I was thinking because her lips made a beeline towards mine. I stood there frozen in place, realizing my dad's new wife would be the first woman I ever kissed. My internal conflict quickly resolved itself when her soft full lips touched mine. I sighed into the kiss, happy Novia initiated this moment.

She broke the kiss, gazed into my eyes, and whispered something in Russian. From the tone, I interpreted it as, 'do you want me to continue?' I nodded and smiled as her hand caressed the small of my back. Our lips joyfully reunited.

Novia pulled me in tight. Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Soon, we were devouring each other in a fiery passion I had never felt before. Her hands glided over my skin, exploring my body.

She removed my string bikini with deliberate, yet soft movements that made me shiver. This may have been MY first time with a woman, but it clearly wasn't hers.

We stopped kissing, Novia's soft voice whispered more words I didn't understand. She smiled and I fell into her eyes. I had complete trust in her, and gave her a shy smile as confirmation.

She took my hand and we walked to my bed. I sat on the edge as Novia caressed my cheeks and kissed me again. The way her tongue swirled in my mouth is something I'll never forget.

Her kisses continued down my neck to the shallow valley between my breasts. She gave a kiss and a quick nibble on each nipple before continuing.

Nibbles gave way to her tongue sliding effortlessly upon my skin until she was kneeling between my legs. She gently pushed my legs open and I drew a deep breath.

Despite wanting this desperately, my body involuntarily stiffened from the surprise that fantasy became reality.

A last whisper that could have been, "I'll be gentle," flowed from her ruby lips as she returned to the task at hand. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I reveled in the sensations of my first female lover's tongue pleasuring me intimately.

Her tongue became more purposeful as she explored my wet pussy. Light moaning coming from her put me at ease as I laid there, enjoying the full body tingles.

Her mouth found my clit and began sucking on it. At the same time a finger slipped inside me. I whispered, "oh fuck Novia."

She moaned with pure delight, never letting her mouth leave my swollen clit. Her free hand slid up pinching and rolling my long nipples with practiced ease.

I looked down at the brown eyed beauty between my legs. She looked up at me with extreme gratitude. A look I happily returned.

The End... or just the Beginning.