Five Mums Ch. 14 - Yana's Day Out

Mum walked across gave Yana and I a kiss then picked up her bag and keys. She gave me her credit card, said 'have fun' and left. Yana threw me her keys and we followed mum out the door. I locked up, mum went to work. Yana and I got in the car, and I asked her,

"Where to?"

"We need to go into town to the strand arcade, I need to pick something up, then we get lunch, then to a mall. And I have two surprises if you're nice." Yana answered.

"Oh, the anticipation. So, where we off to Yana?" I asked.

"Strand Arcade in Queen Street. There's a shop there I need." Yana affirmed.

"Ok well here we go then." I proclaimed. I backed Yana's car out onto the road and turned in the direction of our city's CBD. It was a full half an hour before we even got to the central city. The whole time. Yana's right hand was resting on my left thigh. Almost like a lioness claiming her kill. I was both enheartened and slightly worried by it. As we approached the CBD. Yana mentioned that we should get some lunch. I agreed and said,

"Why not, Know of anywhere nice?"

"Da, I do." Yana replied.

"Where?" I asked.

"Symonds Street, which is the next motorway exit." Yana replied.

"Okay, let's go there." I replied and changed lanes, so I was in the exit lane. After a couple of minutes, we were at the end of the offramp waiting on the traffic light to change.

"Now where boss?" I asked.

"Left and then and then first street on the right, We'll have to park there and walk to the place. And I'm not boss, well not yet. Not until I marry you." Yana replied with a slight giggle.

The light went to green, and I drove in the direction I was told to. Left then the first street on the right and into the first parking space I saw. I parked, turned the car off, got out and then went around to the passenger side, I opened the door reached in and helped Yana out.

"O, Spasibo, moy dorogoy, ty takoy dobryy dzhentl' men. Nyet?" Yana said.

"Da, but in English please?" I replied.

Yana who was standing in front of me replied.

"Oh, thank you my darling, you are such a kind gentleman. no?" And then kissed me.

"So, where we are going?" I casually asked.

"Follow me." Yana answered. She started to walk to the corner, and I was one step behind her, then as we got to the corner, she stopped. I came up beside her on her left and stopped as well.

"Are we crossing the road?" I asked noting that there was nothing stopping us from crossing the road.

"Nyet. We turn here." and pointed to the street on our left. She then reached out her left hand and took my hand in hers. I was inclined to pull away. But instead, I found myself holding onto her tightly, not wanting to let her hand go. We turned the corner and Yana moved in closer to me and sort of half leaned on, half snuggled with me as we went to the entrance. We went onto a cobbled courtyard with an entrance at the rear of the courtyard. 'Gina's Italian' the sign said.

"Oh, pasta lunch, is it?" I asked.

"Da I have happy memories of this place." Yana answered. And we both went in. The staff member approached us. I made a 'V' shape with two fingers and the waitress guided us to a table for two. There were only two other people in the restaurant. The kind of time where the staff outnumber the customers. We were shown to our table and given menus. Yana and I both ordered our lunch and Yana ordered a red wine. And we just sat there talking as we waited for the meal. It came and we kept talking finding out we had a lot in common. Our parents were both doctors, her's an obstetrician mine an anathesist, her mother also taught science and our parents were roughly the same age. The whole time during the talking and eating. Yana's eyes never left me. And her foot occasionally rubbed my inner thigh.

After about an hour we both finished, and I said I would go and settle the bill. Yana said she needed to use the ladies and stood up and kissed me. I went to the bar to pay.

The barman who also ran the till, asked how our meal was and said to me.

"If you don't mind me saying, She is head over heels with you. We all see it, my sister, my nonna and I. You are an incredibly lucky man, treat her well." He said. As he pointed to the waitress and an old looking Italian lady. The waitress just smiled and Nonna or the grandma gave me a smile and a big thumbs up.

"Excuse my Nonna, her English not so good. And my sister said you are either in love with your girlfriend or gay, because you are the only man this week who hasn't hit on her." The barman said.

I smiled back at them as Yana was coming back. I just made our thank yous and greeted Yana back. The staff were all smiling but remained quiet. I led Yana out the door back the way we came, hand in hand. Back to the car.

"Well Princess strand next?" I asked as I opened the door for her.

"Yes please." Yana said.

I drove the short distance down to the bottom of Queen Street. But the strand Arcade was the sort of place, five minutes to get to. Half an hour to find parking. I suggested that I drop Yana and meet her in the arcade.

"Da, good idea, the name of the shop is Crystal Harmony, but don't let the name fool you." She said. I double parked near the main entrance and Yana got out, reaching across to kiss me as she did.

I drove round the block twice before finding parking. What the barman had said running through my mind.

I parked and walked the short distance to the arcade I entered the arcade and found the shop right at the end.

I looked at the sign. Crystal Harmony, your largest retailer of Authentic Russian supplies, crafts, and gifts. I read it and it clicked what Yana meant by don't let the name fool you. I was expecting some sort of new age crystal shop by the name. I went in, there were two ladies in the shop that seemed to work there. One was middle aged, one around my age. The younger one approached me.

"May I be of assistance?" she politely asked. I looked at her she was wearing a white cotton blouse, black mini skirt, and black ankle height boots with a large heel. Her black hair was up and was held in place by a red headband. She was maybe about a size eight.

"Maybe, I am looking for someone, came in a while ago. Blond hair?" I said.

"Oh Yana, yes, she's here in the changing room. You must be Jason. She told us you were coming. My names Svetlana and this is my mother, Tanya." She replied.

She called out to her mother, who came out from behind the counter and joined us. She shook hands with me. She looked just like her daughter only older and with bigger tits.

"Please excuse my mother, her English is not so good." Svetlana said.

"So have you known Yana long?" I asked.

"Yes, you know the Russian community is quite small we don't know each other intimately but well enough to say that we all know each other." Svetlana said.

"She going to be long?" I asked.

"Why don't you sit and wait?" Svetlana said. I declined her offer and looked around the shop.

It was a small shop. Full of Russian food, gifts, music, instruments, nesting dolls, China, and clothing both traditional and modern. I had a quick look and then sat down. I noticed that Svetlana and her mother were standing behind the counter talking in Russian, Svetlana occasionally giggling.

After a few minutes Svetlana came and spoke to me,

"She shouldn't be too much longer." She said.

"Svetlana, may I call you Svetlana? Can I ask you something?" I asked.

" Sure, as long as it isn't to ask me to say, 'Good morning Mister Bond.' go ahead." Svetlana replied.

"How do I say, 'I Love you 'in Russian?" I asked.

Svetlana looked a little surprised, her eyes opening and her hand covering her open mouth.

"I don't mean you; I mean her." I said pointing in the direction of the changing room.

A look of recognition flashed across Svetlana's face.

"Oh, I see, pity though. It's Ya tebya lyublyu." Svetlana said.

"Thank you." I said and then Svetlana and I practiced the pronunciation a few times until I got it sounding reasonably right. At the end Svetlana giggled and then said, "Very good." I replied back without thinking.

"Spasibo." Svetlana seemed shocked and then said,

"You're welcome, where did you learn that?" she said.

"Picked it up from someone." I said.

"Oh." Svetlana replied and then went back to the counter with her mother as movement was heard from inside the changing room. Yana came out dressed in the clothes she had on but carrying some other clothes. I couldn't make out what the clothes were but seemed to be blue and embroidered.

Yana went to the counter, and I joined her to pay using mum's card.

"So, you've met Svetlana and Tanya?" Yana asked.

"Yes, she was very helpful." I replied.

They processed the sale and had a small conversation in Russian accompanied by girlie giggles then we left. We walked hand in hand back to the car. We both got in and I asked Yana what they were giggling about.

"Oh, we were just talking about you. Svety said you had something to say to me." Yana replied.

"Oh, never mind. But what did she by asking me not to ask her about Mr Bond?" I said, unsure of whether first of all I had true feelings or if I should embarrass myself.

"Oh, she's sick of all men asking her to say it, They think it's funny but to her and myself. It's just annoying. It's because of the accent" Yana answered.

"Now where to?" I asked. St Lukes was the answer. St Lukes was the biggest mall in town, and I drove us there and spent a lot of time and money being led around by Yana. We emerged with multiple bags of clothing and make up. We ran them back to the car and then I suggested Yana and I have a cup of tea in one of the cafes there. Yana agreed saying it was a clever idea, so we went to one, ordered two teas and sat down.

"You seem a little distracted. Is everything okay?" Yana commented.

"Yes, I'm fine." I answered as the teas came. I poured us each a cup of tea, watching Yana take a couple of mouthfuls. Then I stopped looked Yana in the face and said.

"Yana? What would you say to me if I said. Ya tebya lyublyu?" I asked.

Yana stopped, she looked me square in the face, tears welling up in her eyes. She reached her hand out and grasped mine in hers from across the table.

"I would say Ya tebya lyublyu too. But pronounce it a bit better no one outside Russia has ever said that to me." She replied. Smiling as her free hand went to wipe away the tears.

We had a few laughs and when I asked what we bought at the Russian shop.

"I'll show you when we get home." she said. So, we finished and then went home. The trip home took longer than usual owing to school traffic. I wasn't too sure if mum would be home when we got there or not.

But we got home about half past three. Mum's car wasn't home, so we had the house to ourselves.

Yana and I went into the house. I carried the bags into our spare room which was becoming Yana's room. She placed them tidily on the bed. She called out to me saying she needed a hand. I went down the hallway to the spare room to find the bags on the floor. But no sign of Yana.

"Aah Yana you in here?" I asked.

"Da lover." Yana answered the voice coming from directly behind me. I went to turn around, but she stopped me, saying "Not yet."

After a minute or two of intense waiting. Which seemed longer. Yana said I could turn around, but slowly. I slowly turned around to face her. She was standing there in a long blue dress; it's hem nearly went all the way to floor. It was a pinafore dress in light, blue and brightly embroidered in multiple colours, I recognised it as the clothing we had bought from the Russian shop earlier.

It was nice but in a very ethnic, traditional way. I remember thinking. She had on a long-sleeved white blouse with no collar. This too was brightly embroidered and had no buttons. It was like a long-sleeved linen t shirt. A white wraparound belt embroidered with blue flowers completed the look. Her hair was held back by a matching headband.

"Ya, Ya, Yana you look beautiful. Traditional but beautiful." I said.

"Spasibo, I get Sarafan for you to see what it is like to see Russian woman in traditional dress. You like, no?" She responded. I just nodded.

"So, it is called sarafan?" I asked.

"Da." Yana replied.

"Well, it's certainly different, but why now? couldn't your family have sent you one?" I asked.

"Da, they could have but it would take a while, and I wanted to make love to you in traditional clothing, and stupid husband never allow me to buy or wear one. So, you like?" Yana said.

"Yes. Yana you look beautiful but then you would look beautiful in a rubbish sack." I answered.

"Good." Yana replied and then moved forward and kissed me. After she kissed me, she whispered in my ear.

"Now come and make mad, passionate love to me before your parents get home." She whispered.

I smiled. She saw the smile and threw me backwards onto the bed. She then hiked her long dress and climbed on top of my hips, straddling me. She then bent forward and kissed me over and over again. Lips, forehead, cheek, forehead, other cheek, lips, neck, lips as she was kissing me her hands came down and started to unbutton my shirt when all the buttons were undone, she pulled the shirt open and then kissed my neck working her way down. Neck, chest, left nipple, right nipple, chest, tummy, tummy button, tickling me with her tongue as she kissed my tummy button. Then worked her way back up to my neck. She brought her back up right Her blue-grey eyes wide open with lust her tongue poking out. Then her hands came down and undid my jeans, she put her hands inside them and pulled them down to my knees. She then pulled my boxers down in the same way. My cock was hard but was getting harder. She smiled and rolled off me over to my left side, she kissed me again as her left hand went down and started tugging on me. I in turn reached over with my right hand and felt her tits through the dress and linen shirt. Even though I couldn't get under it I could feel that she had no bra on as I couldn't feel the outline underneath. I poked around trying to find some buttons to undo the pinafore part of the dress, but there was none. Yana noticed and as she was kissing me, she murmured.

"It has no buttons, you have to slide it over the shoulders, like a singlet."

I wanted to get underneath to feel and play with those tits. But Yana wouldn't let me. She instead got my attention by moving her head down my body, licking as she went, not multiple licks but one big, long lick all the way from my neck to my cock. She then looked back at me, smiled, blew me a kiss, and then started sucking me again. She blew on my cock head, then kissed it, then swirled her tongue around it.Kissed it, sucked it, and then just took the whole lot, enclosing it inside her hot mouth. She sucked and moved up and down, swirling her tongue around my cock as it was entrapped in her mouth. She also crept closer, bringing her hips closer to me. We were now nearly in a classic sixty-nine. I reached out and pulled the skirt of her dress up exposing her pussy. I started to finger it, noticing it was already wet. I fingered it furiously, the more I fingered it the more intense Yana's sucking got, the more intense she got I more furiously I fingered her pussy. It was a symbiotic relationship. She reached back and rolled her skirt up and then raised one leg and came to straddle my face the whole time not breaking the seal she had around my cock. I instinctively started to lick her pussy, She sucked passionately and intensely for a while and then I had an idea. I reached up and slapped Yana on her exposed ass.

"Yana, I've had an idea and I need to go get something." I said.

She stopped sucking and said.

"Not the plug, lead, or collar, is it? Because they are over there." Motioning at the dressing table. She responded and went back to sucking.

"No, this is something different." I answered.

"Okay, but don't be too long." Yana said as she rolled onto her back. I stood up, bent down to kiss her, and then went out to get the thing I needed.

On the dining table was a vase of flowers that Dad had given mum, as they were starting to wilt and mum never being a flower woman anyway. She didn't really like them. They were red roses and some baby's tears. I grabbed two of the roses, and then tore down the hallway, back to the bedroom. Yana was where I had left her Lying on her back, her dress rolled up to past her waist. Only she was cooing and half-heartedly playing with her clit.

"Hey Yana, I'm back." I proclaimed and put one rose in between my teeth as I stood in the doorway.

She looked up, saw me, smiled, and laughed. I strode towards her and sat on the bed next to her. I placed one rose on the bedside table, and I held one in my hand.

"Yana, my darling just lay there and let me work my magic." I said. She lay back down. I had the rose in my right hand, and I ran it up one leg to her pussy, then down her other leg, then back up then I ran the flower all around her pussy, around the outside, down one lip, up the other, across the top of her clit, then back down the lips. With an almost non-existent, light pressure just enough so she could feel it. She started emitting low moans,

"Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah, OOOhhh, Aaaahhh." as the sensations of being masturbated by a rose was driving her slowly and softly into an orgasm. She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, moaning the whole time. While she was moaning, I was getting harder and harder. Yana ran her left hand down and latched onto my cock. She started tugging on it to get it harder. I teased her with the rose for around fifteen minutes until it was covered in her juices, and I was so hard I needed to fuck her. I withdrew the rose from her pussy, Leaned forward and kissed her on the pussy. This resulted in a delighted gasp. I then got on top of her and guided myself into her for missionary. I entered her tight wet pussy; She was laying back enjoying my entrance. Her eyes closed, biting her lip. Soft moans escaping her mouth. I thrusted into her, softly at first but getting harder and faster as I progressed. I was so aroused and living in the moment, I couldn't be bothered changing positions. I was getting closer and closer. Then I reached forward, put one arm under her head so her head was resting on it. Leaned forward and kissed her and said.

"Ready?" I asked.

She just shook her head. I brought her head, so it was closer to me and thrust into her a few final fast times and then held her close as I came inside her pussy again. Thick globules of cum filled her up. I pulled out and leaned back coming to rest, kneeling on my ankles.

"Whew." I said.

"Yes whew, Now you two better get ready your father's got the red light but I got the green. But he's close so you better make yourselves presentable." Came mum's voice. She was standing in the doorway her hand down the front of her skirt.

"Hi mum. Have you been there long?" I asked.

"Oh, long enough, nice idea with the rose, Yana loved it. But missionary? What are you an old married couple?" mum said half-jokingly.

"Now get ready." Mum said. Yana, moved out from underneath me as I collected my things and left. I kissed her on the way out, saying thank you and handing her the rose that was on the bedside table.

"A flower for a flower." I said and then left to get some semblance of normality before dad got home. Not that I had to, but it would be easier than explaining why I was fucking our houseguest, particularly our married houseguest.

Yana smiled. As I presented with the unused rose and clutched it to her chest.

"Nice dress Yana,you too better get presentable he'll be checking on you too." Mum said and Yana then mum left Yana following behind her.