The Personal Assistant

Twelve: Andriy

By the time Halloween had rolled around, Joanna and I got closer. Our relationship was official, I was starting to bond with her son and I had met her family. Our dates mainly included Jordan, but we still scheduled time together. I found myself falling in love with her, in just a month. I felt as if I had finally met the woman of my dreams. But I quickly realized that my dreams would clash with my reality.

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"So how long does this usually last for?" I asked Joanna as we watched Jordan and some other children run up to another zombie covered house.
"Closer to 8 or nine. The kids usually have school. But I gotta get him to his friend's." Joanna sighed. Her son ran back down from the house smiling.
"Momma, I got a full sized Kit Kat!" He squealed.
"Wow, I hope you said thank you!" Joanna replied.
"Of course. Okay next house!" Jordan smiled before running off again. The cape from his batman costume trailed behind him. Halloween was one of those holidays I never understood. Mostly because I didn't celebrate it growing up. Not really a Russian thing. But I felt really honored that Jordan had asked me to come along. Joanna and I followed Jordan down the street as he collected candy. I had my arm looped in Joanna's and held her tightly.
"Andriy," she began, "I was wondering if you wanted to stay over tonight?" She asked, suddenly. I looked down at her and with my free hand, caressed her cheek.
"Of course, anything for you." I whisper as I kissed her. She pulled away with a smile and her pretty pink blush. She reached up and ran a hand through my hair.
"Are you real?" Her voice barely audible amongst the noises of children.
"Of course darling. Why?"
"How could I have gotten so lucky?" I kissed her again before Jordan came back. Joanna checked his bag and told him he could go to three more houses. Before he had to go to the sleep over.

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Joanna climbed into her bed, wearing a silk and lace nightgown and matching panties. She had no idea the effect she had on me. I cleared my throat as I unbuttoned my shirt.
"That's a very interesting choice of sleepwear." I mumbled, letting my shirt fall from my shoulders. She eyed my coyly, "Is it?". She was sitting on the bed in the manner that a mermaid would perch on a rock, legs bent at the knees and off to the side, one arm resting on her legs and the other supporting her body. I chuckled, I knew exactly where her head was at.
"I'm starting to think that you're a little bit of a tease, Joanna. That's a surprising quality for a mother to possess." I shrugged my jeans off, so I was standing in my boxer-briefs. "Andriy, you're the first man I've dated since I had Jordan. I've spent the past six years focused on him. I think I'm allowed to be a little bit of a tease." Her eyes caressed my almost naked body, lingering on the semi in my underwear for a few seconds before returning to my eyes. I sat down beside her and picked up her hand from her thigh. "Lyubimyy, everything about you is so foreign to me." I whispered, kissing her hand. "Me foreign? You're the Russian in Canada." She giggled. She did have a point. I could only imagine that for everything I found foreign about her she could match with me.
I leaned over to kiss her, the soft touch of her lips and the outfit she chose to wear to bed had increased my semi to a full erection. She pulled away then reached behind her to the top drawer of her night table. She turned around, presenting me with a pink square. I grinned at her and took the condom from her.
Joanna had no intention of letting me take the lead by myself, and she had made it very clear when she halted our kisses and dropped down to her knees, pulling my briefs with her. I moaned as she teased me; her tongue stroked me from base to tip. When her mouth engulfed my shaft I shuddered. Between her ever changing speed and tongue tricks I was high with pleasure. Somehow she knew exactly when to stop and rose up to kiss me. I was still sitting on her bed, with her standing between my knees. Her breasts hung, cloaked beneath the thin fabric, right in front of my face. Being gentle, as I had with every other woman I'd been with I caressed them through her gown. I shouldn't have been surprised when Joanna rolled her eyes and demanded I stop touching her as if she was porcelain. "I'm a big girl, Andriy. I can handle you, just like you said you can handle me." She had whispered. If my erection could grown any bigger it would have. In a flash, I had pulled off her gown and tossed her on the bed. I smiled when she giggled and commented about how easily I had moved her. I pushed apart her thighs before leaving kisses and tiny bites. I stroked her gently, the heat radiating from the apex of her thighs. I kissed the top of her trimmed mound, and made a statement about how I'd wish she let it grow more. I inhaled her scent and it sent shivers down my spine. I began to take her in my mouth, and added my index and middle finger as an extra stimulus. As if she had been classically conditioned to the sight of my fingers, she moaned louder. Like she had done for me, I stopped abruptly before allowing her the release she craved. I kissed her legs again, then rolled her over. I slapped my hands down on her ass and she whimpered. Massaging her with one hand, I ran my hand down her curves from her shoulder to her knee.
"Andriy," she gasped suddenly, "I need you, now!" I growled softly before reaching for the condom. Joanna had flipped over and positioned herself in the middle of the bed. I rolled the latex on and positioned myself between her luscious caramel thighs. Without hesitation I thrust into her. It was a totally new feeling. I had never been in control in bed, due to my fear of hurting my partener. Joanna's constant reassurance erased the fear completely. I leaned over her, in plank position, her armed and legs wrapped around me and pulled my body closer. She continued to moan and cry out my name, as I kissed her body. A previous conversation about sex had reminded me that Joanna had never really been the top. I flipped us over and had her ride me. At first hesitation cloaked her face, but when I told her I wanted her on me, she complied, and enjoyed it.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as she took over and the friction she created engulfed me. Her manicured nails scratched my chest and the pain was pleasure. She told me that she was close, and so was I. Miraculously we managed to come together, screaming each other's name and profanities, her in English and me in Russian. One last cry and we came together, and Joanna collapsed on me.