Chapter Eleven

Levi looked down at the jumble of moving boxes in the corner of the garage with a calculating eye.

He was making progress, good progress too if the slowly filling shelves behind him were any indication but there seemed no end to the random chaos stored within the sprawling heap of cardboard and packing tape.

The latest item of interest had been a large VR helmet almost completely buried within the tangled nest of dense wiring that came along with it. It had been heavy and awkward to lift but Levi had surprised himself when he carried it with minimal effort and placed it on the head-high rack of the electronics section.

Maybe all the extra manual labor was finally paying some dividends? His shirt was feeling a touch snug in the chest and shoulders. Who knew?

The morning outing to the local women’s soccer game had been unexpected to say the least.

They had been seated close together in Alina’s sun-room when she had expressed a sudden inclination to get out of the house for the first time since Levi had met her and explained to him that “Football” was a very popular sport in Russia.

Between her pleading emerald eyes, her delicate fingers teasing his inner thigh and his genuine desire to help the gorgeous housewife come out of her shell, Levi had happily agreed…

“Oh, it will be our first date, Darling.” Alina cupped her blushing cheeks in her palms and wiggled like a love-struck schoolgirl beside him on the sun lounge. “I must find something proper to wear. You will wait here for me, my Lion and do not peek upon this **** old lady.”

He had acted the part as requested and was dazzled when she returned in a smart black skirt-suit with brass buttons and padded shoulders. Levi’s misgivings about the overly formal attire had died on his tongue when he saw the way it accentuated her creamy cleavage and shapely calves.

“Aaah… Alina, my umm…” He faltered as his eyes fixated on her silky thighs.

“...Your Lioness.” She supplied helpfully with that brilliant perfect smile.

“My Lioness, yes. I love it but that outfit may look out of place at a small sporting event.”

There would be tailgating parties around the stadium for heaven's sake.

“If you say that you love it, then that is all that matters.” The Russian milf tossed back her golden tresses with an imperious flick of her hand. As if the opinions of anyone but Levi were far below her lofty notice. “Any woman on the arm of a fine young man such as you should look her best at all times, yes? To be shown off to the world, as evidence that you are deserving of others' respect.”

Like a trophy? Levi had been trying to bend his mind around how to explain the problematic concept of objectification when Alina caught his troubled expression and visibly deflated.

“I am sorry, Darling.” She said in a meek, dejected tone. Her eyes were downcast and her fingers twined nervously together. “I should not have presumed. Of course a handsome stud like you would not wish to be seen going out with a stupid old woman like me…”

A harsh, possessive grumble sparked in Levi’s chest at the miserable sight of his Alina. His woman. He leapt to his feet to grab her slender wrist and yanked the ageless beauty up against him.

She gasped and glanced at him in shock that quickly transitioned into a heated, breathless stare. They stood at eye level with each other, not that Levi noticed as her free hand shot down to grip the aggressively hardening bulge in his jeans.

“You are mine, Alina and every man who sees you dressed like that will grow sick with envy.” He growled staring intently into her dazzling emerald eyes. “But you are not simply some eye-candy. My Lioness is a shining star, fallen from the night sky to grace the earth.”

Gosh, that was good. If Levi wasn’t so worked up he might have blushed at his own forwardness.

“Oh, Darling. When you say such things…” Alina purred, sliding gracefully into his arms as her clever digits tugged at his fly momentarily, then pulled away as if stung. “But no, you are trying to distract poor Alina with your sweet poet's words. I have laid out fresh clothing for you in the master bedroom. Go, change then take your Lioness out to see this American soccer.”

“Fresh clothes? I don’t need–”

“Just some nice slacks and a pressed dress shirt, dearest Levi.” She crooned, nuzzling her pretty face into his neck. “Leather shoes too. You dress well, Darling but let this lonely widow spoil her young lover. It is, how you say, a small makeover.”

She felt amazing in his arms, smelled amazing too and when she stared back at him, it was like looking at two bright verdant moons. His denim jeans were suddenly too tight and confined around the general crotch region as she pressed her incredible breasts against his chest.

“Umm, sure. I guess.”

Alina had such a way about her. Setting her own pace and drawing Levi into it like so much flotsam in the gulf stream of her powerful personality. His feet were leading him towards the upstairs bedrooms before he realized it.

“Thank you, Darling. Your Lioness will be sure to reward you with her gratitude when we return home after the game.”

Her exotic musical voice had such an eager, needy edge to it that Levi couldn’t suppress a hungry grin of his own as he loped up the stairs two at a time.

“There is my Lion, working so hard and looking so masculine. I tell myself ‘Alina, do not look too long, lest you are overcome by hot passions and swoon.’ Alas, I am only a weak woman and cannot help myself.”

The warm dulcet tones and words washed over Levi like a soothing wave but also stirred a bestial desire in his core as he turned. His striking blonde lover was posed in the doorway, one hand placed over the heavy swell of her bosom and the other fanning dramatically at her blushing face.

Still, she hadn’t set a single toe inside the vast empty garage.

“Where did you disappear to, huh?” He asked mildly annoyed, plucking off the workman's gloves he had thought to bring with him this morning. “I thought we were having fun, enjoying the soccer game together then you vanished midway through the second half.”

Levi was more than a little miffed to be honest. While he had been excited to escort Alina out of her self-imposed exile, the reality of being surrounded by “Killer Carmen’s” frothing fans had dampened his earlier ardor for the surprise outing like the world’s largest, wettest duvet.

And the devilish minx had abandoned him there.

He had searched for the buxom knockout everywhere after the game had ended but gave up scanning the exiting mob of attendees and caught a rideshare back to her lakeside home to get some real work done.

So much for their first date…

“Please… forgive me, Darling. It was the crowds.” Alina begged, reaching her slender arms out to him imploringly. She appeared distraught, tearing up a little when Levi didn’t immediately rush to comfort her. “The people there were so loud and boisterous. I became anxious and fled, seeking respite in solitude. Your cowardly Lioness hid herself away in fear. I am terribly ashamed…”

Levi relented and let himself be drawn to her. He couldn’t throw stones considering how large and glassy his own metaphorical house was. Stepping up to his neighbor-turned-lover, Levi wrapped her up in a comforting embrace and kissed the silent tears off her flawless cheeks.

“Shhh~... It’s alright, Alina. I was worried when I couldn’t find you, that’s all.”

She hugged him tight, almost wrapping her slender frame with all of its full curves around him entirely as her dainty hands roamed over the lean musculature of his back.

“It–It was not all bad.” Alina hiccuped into his shoulder, rubbing her impossibly cute nose against Levi’s collarbone. “I did find something I had been seeking. May I show you, darling?”

He quirked an eyebrow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the rough rasp of hard stubble sounded like grating sandpaper under his fingertips. What could she have possibly found at the college stadium other than over-priced beer and waterlogged hot dogs?

“Sure thing, Love. Lead the way.”

Her entrancing smile returned and she took Levi by both hands to lead him back into the house proper, walking backwards with those blazing emerald eyes searching his face as she spoke to him.

“You told me once that this house was very large for a single person to occupy. You remember this, yes?” Alina’s grin turned mischievous when he nodded mutely, vaguely recalling that he might have made somesuch remark. Maybe. “You were right of course, Darling. My Lion is as smart and thoughtful as he is strong. Always so considerate to this lonely old widow.”

‘Old’ Levi’s ass. If anything the playful Russian vixen was looking younger every day. Not a line or wrinkle marred her blemishless milky complexion on a face that still held youthful bloom hostage with artful touches of ripe maturity adding to her impossible sex appeal.

Maybe it was seeing her all dressed up that created the rejuvenating effect.

The trim black jacket was double-breasted though Alina was more so. Her immense fleshy assets pulled at the top button and bulged prominently out from between the white lapels that framed them in lewdest tantalizing fashion. Her hip hugging pencil skirt fell to her knees but only highlighted her tapered waist and the sexy little wiggle in her walk.

“You have been so kind, helping me keep house but things cannot stay this way, no.” She continued, batting her long lashes at him coquettishly. “You are a man, MY man and as such, you will soon have more important things to do. Deep thoughts to ponder, vital tasks to attend to, so many concerns to fill your valuable time.”

Levi wasn’t sure what Alina was talking about.

Yes, he had study and course work to do but he was good about staying abreast of his workload. Speaking of breasts, was his blonde lover implying she didn’t want his help anymore? Levi liked helping Alina, it meant spending hours with her and a small, sharp pang of doubt needled his insides at the thought of losing her serene presence so soon.

“So… you don’t need me to organize the garage anymore?”

“No! You absolutely must carry on with your hard work there.” Alina nodded emphatically. “I can trust only you, my Darling, with such a delicate job.”

Levi didn’t know how critical unpacking some old boxes truly was but the serious, searching expression on Alina’s captivating face was mildly unsettling, as though she were hunting for some manner of hidden meaning or message behind his facade of genuine befuddlement.

“What was it then? What was so important you ghosted me in the middle of a soccer game?” Levi growled, the brief moment of uncertainty giving way to a surge of frustrated resentment. “Stop pussy footing about and tell me already.”

Alina’s smile redoubled at the unusually brusk tone in his voice and she licked her plump lips as though hungry for more of his uncharacteristic sternness.

“Come on me, my Lion, and I shall show you what I found.”

Levi groaned, his cock thickening in his pants as she tugged him playfully towards the stairs.

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