The Butcher's Wife

The neighborhood where Tomek grew up was poor. Everyone knew each other, and life revolved around a few streets. The residents lived in their own world, closed off from strangers. It was rare for a stranger to appear in these parts. Tomek lived in a red-brick tenement house. At least, it used to be red. Over time, it turned gray, until it finally turned black. By the time he was eighteen, his world was confined to a few square kilometers. He spent it wandering around with his friends, sometimes sitting in the yard, occupying the carpet rack, or hanging around the railway embankments just outside the estate. However, Tomek had another passion. Across the street from his window was a slaughterhouse. It wouldn't have been anything exciting if it weren't for a certain woman. The butcher was a powerful man, perpetually busy. He lived on the first floor, right above his shop. He lived in a three-room apartment with his wife, Milena. It was she who attracted the boy's attention. He'd been hovering around her for a long time, ogling her lustfully. Milena was an attractive woman. Although she was forty and perhaps a little extra weight, it didn't bother him at all. Milena was as fiery as her hair. Red, curly, and untamed. She hid her full, firm breasts under a tight bra. He guessed she deliberately wore a slightly too-tight bra. So that her luscious breasts spilled out over her cleavage. When she walked down the sidewalk, there was no man who didn't turn to look at her. As she walked, her round hips swayed seductively, and with them, her full, plump ass. He couldn't remember when Milena had become his obsession. He'd even gotten himself a pair of binoculars once so he could observe her. It was worth it. He'd learned almost all her secrets. Milena liked to make love with the lights on. No one cared whether the curtains were closed or not. How many nights had he spent by the window, binoculars pressed to his eyes? He watched with envy as the butcher made love to his wife. He saw his enormous, burly figure stand behind her, and she obediently leaned on her hands and knees, pushing her alluring ass up to him, wiggling playfully. Tomek couldn't contain his erection as he watched the sweaty butcher thrust into her again and again. There were evenings when he could feast his eyes on the woman riding her huge husband tirelessly for half an hour. He wanted her so badly, but he knew he was too young to even try to insinuate anything in her direction. One of his favorite scenes was when Milena sat on the couch and the enormous, burly butcher approached her. He stopped just short of her face. She fumbled with his zipper for a moment before pulling her husband's stiff member out. She always first jerked him off with her hand, then swallowed him almost whole. Tomek, looking at such scenes, would often, almost unconsciously, take his penis out of his panties and masturbate.In his mind, he was standing in that room, letting Milena caress him with her mouth.

Despite her age, the woman was still fiery. He often saw her casting lingering glances at other men. She liked to provoke, to ignite lust in the loins of strange men. She let the blood boil and spread throughout her body. Her eyes could be as fiery as her hair. He often saw her in that too-tight apron. The sheer material stirred the imagination. The top buttons of her apron were always undone. Sometimes more, sometimes less. It seemed to depend on her mood. Everyone could then see the wonderful gap between her breasts, disappearing temptingly beneath the apron. The bottoms always hugged her hips tightly and ended just above her knees. Tomek was ready to worship her luscious, full thighs, clad in brown gusseted stockings, like a deity. A few minutes of her in such attire was enough for him to be rushing to the bathroom. He desired her immensely. So when his father asked him if he wanted to work part-time at the butcher's, he was thrilled.

He could finally be within arm's reach of her. He was a good worker, even willing to sacrifice his free time to help the shopkeeper. His employer was as grand as he was gloomy. They rarely exchanged a word. Work was all that mattered to him. Sometimes, angrily, he would grumble to his wife, who was behind the counter, urging her to get her act together. But she always shrugged his grumbles off. Tomek hovered around Milena like a moth around a lightbulb. After a few days of work, he noticed she was also starting to pay more attention to him. She glanced at him as he carried huge slabs of meat, showing him her appreciation for his youthful strength with her gaze.

Whenever he had the chance, he brushed against her, as if by accident. At first, she ignored it, but eventually she realized it wasn't accidental. At first, she didn't pay much attention to him. However, when she realized he was staring after her lustfully, she felt pleasantly flattered. Then she turned her attention to him more. The boy, though young, seemed quite masculine and strong. She began to offer him her famous, lingering glances. That look gave him hope. It seemed to say, "I know you want me, who knows." He worked mostly in the back room. The door led directly to the woman's station. Often, when it was ajar, he feasted his eyes on her. He saw her from behind. He observed her calves and thighs. He almost drooled at the vertical gusset running along her stockings and disappearing beneath her apron. He gazed hungrily at her ass, watching her buttocks work. When she leaned over for something, she flexed her buttocks at the same time. At moments like these, he wished he could run up to her and push her onto the counter where she stood, lift up that damn apron, and enter her. Take her from behind, without a word. And then, he dreamed, then she could flex her beautiful buttocks. She could use all her wiles to lead him to the gates of paradise.

One day, the carcass wasn't delivered. The butcher, cursing like crazy, decided to go and take care of it himself. It was four in the morning when Tomek entered the shop and almost bumped into him. The butcher merely muttered that he had to go get some supplies and that he should get on with his work. Tomek went into the back room and, stripping to the waist, put on a white apron over his bare body. Although it had been washed, blood stains were visible. Even though it was snowing outside and it was still dark, after half an hour of work, he was already sweating. The fire in the oven was roaring merrily. He was standing with a huge cleaver over a large piece of meat when he felt someone watching him. He turned and saw Milena. She was leaning against the counter. The door to the back room was wide open. She was dressed, as usual, in her sexy apron. However, he noticed that this time, more buttons were undone at the top. Only, he could see part of her bra.

"Maybe you should take a break, boy," she said softly.

"I was just about to," he muttered, surprised but pleased by her presence.

He plunged the cleaver into a large wooden log and sat down on it. Milena walked in lightly, swaying her hips provocatively.

"I keep coffee here somewhere," she said, leaning down onto the lowest shelf.

Her back was to him as she spoke. When she bent down to find the coffee, she stuck her ass out directly toward him. She had to bend so low that her apron rode up over her rounded bottom, and Tomek could see where her brown stockings ended, caught in the frog-like clasps. The sight took his breath away. For the first time, he could observe those delightful gussets running from her calves, over her thighs, until they ended and bare skin began. Milena took her time. She simply wiggled her ass, shifting her legs in place. When he moved his gaze from her stockings, just between her thighs, he could see the sliver of her panties. He couldn't believe his eyes. He saw her panties hugging the bulging pubic mound just beneath them. He'd never expected to see her femininity, even if it were enveloped in the thin material of her panties.

When she finally straightened and turned toward him, she swayed her hips, tugging at the unruly apron. She did it in an incredibly sexy and provocative way. Only after a moment did she see his expression.

"What's wrong?" she said warmly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Tomek didn't respond. He still felt a flush of excitement on his face. His throat went dry, and he couldn't even swallow. The woman knew perfectly well the effect she had on him and was only playing along, feigning surprise.

"Are you feeling unwell? Would you like a glass of water?

" "No, I'm sorry, I just...

" "What, boy, do you have something to tell me?" Her chest rose and fell.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out in one breath and looked at the floor.

He was flushed with embarrassment. When he finally dared to look up, he saw her smiling warmly at him.

"Do you like me?

" "Yes, very much.

" "Is that all?" She looked almost disappointed.

"Not only that," he stammered again.

"So? Anything else?" As she spoke, she leaned against the shelves behind her, moving one leg slightly forward, showing him a section of her thigh.

"You excite me," they almost whispered; he was afraid he'd be ridiculed.

"I noticed, boy, I noticed."

Silence fell. The wind blew outside, but the atmosphere around them heated up. Nothing happened, and yet it seemed as if all it would take was the light of a match to blow everything up, so tense was the atmosphere. A certain erotic anxiety lingered in the back room, brushing against them. They stood in silence, and Tomek saw Milena wordlessly unbutton two more buttons. Now he could see her entire breasts, still hidden beneath her bra. She slid one hand across her hip and the other slowly and lasciviously stroked her breast.

"Show me what you've got there," she practically whispered to him, modeling her voice. As if she were enticing him.

Tomek didn't understand at first. Only her gaze, fixed on his zipper, left him with no illusions.

"Come on, show me how you want me," she whispered seductively. Her voice betrayed her arousal.

Tomek unconsciously reached for his pants. He unzipped his zipper, and a moment later, his member, elastic and rock-hard, sprang out. The woman's eyes widened with appreciation and desire. Her pupils burned. It seemed as if she were on fire. She wet her lips lasciviously with her tongue. She did it slowly and deliberately.

"Play with it," she whispered, not hiding her excitement.

"Go ahead, I want to watch."

The boy, though feeling uncomfortable, was too aroused to back down at that moment. He grabbed his penis and began masturbating in front of her. Holding his hard penis in his hand and seeing Milena standing there lustfully, looking at him, he felt even more aroused. It was a new sensation for him. He had never been watched like this before. He never would have guessed it would be pleasurable for him, too. He slowly uncovered his glans so she could see it swell before his eyes. His face burned, but he wasn't sure if it was arousal or shame. Milena, watching him fondle his penis, reached under her apron. Her hand was hidden from him by the fabric, but there was no doubt she was fondling herself in the very spot where he had just seen her churning vulva. Finally, she withdrew her hand, and he saw her glistening finger. She slipped it into her mouth and smacked it with pleasure. She purred like a cat, pleased with her own taste. She unbuttoned her apron so he could see her panties. He stared at her garter belt, gazing at what lay hidden from his eyes beneath her panties.

"Do you like it?" she asked in a whisper, stroking her panties.

"Very much," he gasped, aroused.

The fact that she wasn't talking about herself, but solely about that one part of her body aroused him even more. It was as if her womb had acquired its own personality at that moment. He saw the swelling mound just beneath her panties. Her fingers moved up and down there. She pressed hard against her womb until her finger partially disappeared into her plump crotch. He saw that her panties were already wet. Without realizing it, he began to masturbate more intensely. Milena turned her back to him. She leaned against the shelves, sticking her ass out toward him. She slid her panties down, letting them fall to the floor by her ankles. Thrusting her hips toward him, she showed him her two magical holes for the first time. One of them was already glistening, wet and pulsing with anticipation.

"Take me now," she whispered, almost unconscious with excitement, "take me from behind."

Tomek straightened and approached her. He bent down and lifted her panties. She lifted her legs one by one, allowing him to do so. He lifted them to his mouth. He inhaled her pungent scent hungrily. He couldn't resist this dream. Holding her wet panties in his hand and smelling her intense, tempting scent, he almost felt dizzy. He flicked them hungrily with his tongue and finally threw them to the floor.

"Come on, boy," she moaned, almost pleadingly. "Fuck me already," she pleaded, excited.

He threw himself at her with incredible energy. He knew he could finally fulfill his dreams.