Page 5 of My Russian Protector

ALEX

The rain was a godsend for me because I couldn’t spend another second with Anna pressed up against me on the bike.

Every bump in the road sent an agonizing shot of pain to my engorged penis. Twice I considered pulling over and running off into the woods to jerk myself off. I feel like a horny school kid every time I look at her, and I might have made a move if it wasn’t for the look on her face when she saw that there was only one bed in our room. I guess she isn’t ready to give herself over to an ex-murderer just yet.

I settle in on the tiny sofa and call the only restaurant in the village to place our dinner order. We’ll be eating in our room tonight. In a village this small, strangers attract attention so it’s best for us to keep a low profile until I get a chance to do a bit of surveillance.

Anna goes into the bathroom and runs the shower and my blood pressure rises. She’s naked and vulnerable right there on the other side of that flimsy wooden door. I could rip it off its hinges and take her right now.

“Damn it!” I groan as I feel my erection rise again. As wound up as I am, it shouldn’t take long to service myself so I pull it out of my pants and stroke. I close my eyes and imagine the wet and soapy body on the other side of the door. I can almost see the water bouncing off her perky tits as she slides the bar of soap between her silky thighs. I’m so engrossed in my imagined voyeurism that I almost miss it when the water turns off. I quickly stuff my pulsating manhood back in my pants and stand up.

She opens the door and steps into the room. She’s wearing a tight pair of shorts and an oversized white T-shirt. She’s braless and the sheer cotton top fails to disguise her big, bouncy tits. I slide past her, slip into the steamy bathroom, and lock the door so I can finish my handjob. This time, I have the image of her partially exposed tits to fuel my desire. It doesn’t even take me three minutes to hit release.

Satisfied and slightly more composed, I grab my jacket and walk to the restaurant to pick up our order. The streets are nearly abandoned at dinner time on a weeknight so my presence goes mostly unnoticed. I do receive a questioning stare from the waitress, but the way she rubs my hand when she takes my money tells me that she’s just looking for a ride on a fresh dick. I imagine it must be hard to be promiscuous in a town this small, but I’ve never gone in for the overtly sexual types, so I take the food and go before she has a chance to proposition me.

I return to the room to find Anna stretched out across the bed. She looks up at me and says, “Bring the food over here. I’m starving.”

I’m not about to turn down an invitation to get in bed with her so I take off my jacket and join her. With all of the exuberance of a child, she sits up and claps her hands.

“I don’t think I could have waited a minute longer. I’m starving,” she bleats.

Her playful animation is contagious, and I hold her dinner over my head to taunt her. She gets on her knees and swats at it, but I move it away each time she gets close. Her breasts bounce each time she leaps in the air, and I can’t keep my eyes off them.

“This isn’t fair. You have a huge height advantage,” she frowns but the smile quickly returns to her face as she places her hand on my shoulder and tries to hoist herself higher. Her tits are right in my face now, and I consider how nice it would be to nibble them through her sheer top. Not wanting her joviality to turn to frustration, I bring the food tray down and hold it out to her. She takes it from my hands and surprises me with a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she says. “That was fun.”

She clicks on the television and scans the channels, landing on an ancient romantic comedy I’ve never seen before.

“Oh, I love this movie,” she says between bites of her pelmeni. She can have them all. I’ve never been a fan of dumplings or romantic movies. I am a fan of having Anna sit so close that our bodies touch, though, so I feign an interest in the movie just to keep her beside me.

She finishes her meal, and moments later, I feel her head nestle onto my shoulder. She’s out cold and I don’t want to disturb her, so I shift my weight and gently place her head in my lap. I tell myself that I’m doing it to make her more comfortable, but the truth is that it’s all for me. I like looking down at the curves of her body as I stroke her hair.

My hand moves down from her head to her shoulder, and I run my fingers across the smooth skin on her arm. It’s unfair for someone this perfect to be born to a complete loser like her father, and it angers me to think that he shirked his responsibility to protect and support her in favor of his gambling, drinking, and whoring habits.

This idea makes me wonder why she’s looking for him. At first, I assumed that it was some misguided desire for a fairy tale reunion, but she’s intelligent enough to know that things like that only happen in the movies that she watches. So, why does this perfect specimen of a woman want to seek out her perfect loser of a father? And, where did she come up with that pile of cash?

It’s midnight and I still haven’t slept a wink. Anna stretches and opens her eyes. She realizes she’s sleeping on me and quickly sits up.

“I must have passed out. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be sleeping on you,” she tells me.

“It’s alright, princess. If I didn’t want you there, I would have moved you. I’m glad that you’re awake. I have some questions that need to be answered before we go any further.”

“Alright, like what?” she asks.

“Why do you want to find your father?”

“He’s my father. Why wouldn’t I want to find him?” she looks genuinely confused.

“He ran off to save himself and left you and your mother unprotected. What kind of a man does that?”

“What would have happened if he stayed? You would have hunted him down and killed him. What would have happened if my mother and I got in the way? Would you have killed us, too?”

“If I’ve ever harmed someone, it was intentional. I have never done collateral damage. Ever,” I defend myself.

“How could he know that? I believe he left to protect my mother and me,” she explains.

“Say that’s true. Why didn’t he come back when he learned that the man who put the price on his head was in prison? He’s not stupid. He knows that people like me don’t do things for free. He had to know that it was safe to make contact with you. Why didn’t he?”

---