Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

’A Virgin Gentleman! - 24’ ... 

The next Weekend came very soon. We had as always a week full of work in the hospital and then relaxing in the evening and night at home.

Our conversations were normally about the news in the hospital and in the family and friends circle.

Sunday while breakfast, I said: “You know, today our young Gardner comes again...”

“Oh, I had forgotten, I have to cook more for lunch...”

“Yes, please. I want him to feel here well and as at home as with his family, I mean to be relaxed and so...”

“I do my best that he feels at home, but if he feels well is another issue.” And she grinned.

“I can tell you he felt himself very well even last week!” I laughed and sipped my Coffee.

Meena looked at me and asked: “Why do you think so? Did he or uncle Saeid said something?”

“No, but I saw it.”

I laughed again. Meena was waiting for me to speak further, I added: “You know while sunbathing, you were sleeping most of the time. I went in to get some juice and I saw accidentally from the window that he is watching you, I mean your half naked body as you lay there on your belly and I saw him touching himself...”

Meena was astonished and while looking with half open mouth at me, asked: "Really? Why didn't you tell me about it?"

“You mean if I told you, you would have gotten up and released him from his Problem?”

She blushed and said: ‘Nadir, he is a poor young boy, and I think..."

“Wait a minute, now we are again at that point, the problems which the poor old or young men have! I have the feeling that you sense yourself responsible for their sexual problems! don't you my dear?”

“You are terrible, perhaps he has no girlfriend and as a young man... I mean I think it was not right of me to go around with bikini last week...”

“My dear Meena, this is your house and he has to behave... I am not yet finished telling what he has done...”

“What?”

“He went in the guest house after touching himself and masturbated.”

Meena looked at me so if she does not believe me: "No, I don't believe it, how could you be so sure, perhaps he..."

I interrupted her: “Meena, I am a man, and even you as a woman know that is sure why he went in at that moment. I mean, imagine, he has an erection after looking at your half naked body and your beautiful ass, what does a young man in such asituation? He tries to find some quiet place and wank! What else! This is the most normal reaction from a normal young lad? Isn't it?”

Meena was red in her face and her eyes were glazed! I think she was excited after my description of the happening last Sunday.

I stood up and went to her, took her in my arms and kissed her lips slightly. Then looked at her and said: “My Dear Meena, you are not guilty when a young lad, has an erection because of your beauty! But if you want to do something, nice you can try to help him?!” And laughed devilishly!

“Don't be so silly Nadir, I am serious, I don't want that he is in trouble because of me. He comes here to work and to earn a bit money for his study and we are not allowed to make a problem...”

“What are you trying to say Meena? You gave him perhaps the sweetest and nicest time of his life. Now I have a direct question: How do you think about him? Do you think he is attractive as a man, I mean, do you like him?”

Meena looked one moment a bit surprised and then after a short pause as if thinking about my question, she smiled and responded: “Yes, sure, I like the natural young men, and he is a natural lad. Why do you ask?” 

And waited for my answer.

I sit down again, looked at her and said: “I am serious about what I say Meena. Please don't think that I am fooling around. He comes to work and you do as you always do when the sun is shining and it is a warm Sunday: You like to sunbathe, then do it as usual. If he has a problem, then let him! It is his problem. If you like to help him it's okay with me. But don't have any guilt feelings. Do you understand me?”

Meena thought some moments and then suddenly asked: “What do you mean with.. help him..?”

“You know exactly what I mean Meena. You know I like when other men admire you and if you like to give somebody more and you enjoy some action, I like it too and I enjoy it because of you!”

Then I was silent. There was a heavy pause for some minutes. 

At last she looked at me, smiled and said: “I am a woman and I like when the others, especially men admire me and my body. But I don't like to hurt you. I am going to do what you like. No way, what I feel or think.”

Meena was silent for some minutes.

Then stood up and came to me before to go into the kitchen: “I love you Nadir. And I love it when I see you are excited and heated! At the moments like now, I feel very happy. This means to me, you love me from very deep in your heart and this makes me a lucky woman. The most lucky women in the world! And I decide to give you what you want, without reservations! I look at your eyes and I know what you wish! You deserved it my Lord..."

Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply and long! After the separation, I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at mine for some seconds.

Then, she disappeared into the kitchen.

Murad was there half an hour before noon, just like the last week.

He started to work immediately after arriving and about half past twelve, I called him for lunch. While lunch, we chatted about his family and his village. Mostly I asked and he answered.

Meena was most time silent.

Not infrequently while pause between our conversations, he gazed at her and when Meena noticed this, she smiled warmly at him.

After lunch he left for working in the garden and Meena changed into her bikini and got out for sunbathing. I was shortly after in pants next to her sitting in the chair.

She had this time some dark sunglasses on and I thought she wanted to watch him without to be detected!

After ten minutes I stood up and told her: “I am going upstairs to my study and after that perhaps a small nap!”

I was sure Murad had heard me. Then I called him: “Murad, If I am late, Meena pays you. Bye.” And I left into the building.

I was a short time in my study to control my recording system. Then I got downstairs, and standing in my favorite place behind the curtains, began to watch the outside.

Murad was working and now and then looked at her’s, Meena’s direction.

She was lying on her belly, with successive feet and ankle.

Her head, which turned to him, was resting on her forearms. I was sure she had her eyes open and watching him all the time. It was hot and Murad looked a bit sweating.

He stopped working, looked first at her and then at the house door and took off his T-shirt. Then he came closer to her and began to cut the withered Roses near to the swimming pool. Now he was about 8 or 9 feet away from her and was enjoying to look at her beautiful body closely.

I could see some small movements now and then in Meena’s body.

There lay my beautiful wife with her sexy body, her deep brown hair was flowing down to her upper back and then began her soft skinned back up to the upturned sweet buttocks and her long legs, delicate ankles and tender feet.

I was sure she is also enjoying to look at his slim body. He had not a muscular body but athletic, firm one. Now she turned to her side and as if waking up from sleep, took off her sunglasses and looked around.

In a hurry, Murad began to cut the roses as if he is completely busy all time.

Meena looked at my direction, Perhaps she knew, I am there… then she turned her head to the other side and looked at the young lad who was standing there.

I could see she is admiring his slim fit body in his jeans and T-shirt.

As he turned his head one time more to her, they had an eye contact and she had a smile that lit up her eyes.

I could see he was melting as she smiled warmly to him! He replied her smile.

At this moment he stopped his work, then he pulled on his shirt again, turned around and disappeared past the guest house, he had his backpack there, I remembered.

After one minute, he reappeared with some flowers in his hand, a bunch of gladiolas!

The gladiolas were always Menna's favorite flowers. But we had this year no gladiolas in the garden.

He approached to Meena and gave her the flowers and whispered: “These are for you Ma’am!” He was blushing obviously.

Meena was overwhelmed, she straightened up to a sitting position and while looking at his hands, after a pause took the flowers and just said: “I… thank you very much my dear. Why… I mean you had not to spend money for me…”

Murad: “It is a pleasure Ma’am, you are so nice to me…”

She swallowed hard, took the flowers bunch, looked at it and while smiling, said softly: “Thank you Murad, that's really nice from you.”

Murad: “It is my pleasure, Ma'am. They are as beautiful as you! I was lucky enough to get them today so perfect and fresh.”

Meena looked at him and said: “Are you already finished with your work?”

“Yes Ma'am, almost finished.”

“Then sit down here and tell me about your study.”

He sat down and started to talk about his college and then his study, and his family: “We aren't rich and I would have had to go to some professional college if I didn't get a grant due to my college grades. My dad says I need to work if I want to go to university and I think for my future this is the best chance if I want to be successful."

Meena was listening carefully. 

She bit her bottom lip and said: “Well, I'm sure you have to be pretty smart to attend this subject.”

Murad shrugged his shoulders, looked at her face and responded: “I guess I can hold my own...” And he smiled and looked at the swimming pool, if thinking.

But I knew he was trying not to look at this beautiful woman who lay there in just her bikini. I could see that he tries not to brush his crotch and his slight erection.

Mena asked: “Do you play sports as well?”

Murad: “I go swimming and play volleyball.”

Meena was looking at his body and I could see that my wife obviously was mesmerized by Murad's behavior and speech.

I could see her eyes were fixated on him and she didn't even try to hide she was staring at his hard, youthful and slim body.

As Murad looked up, he realized that accidentally Meena was gazing at the bulge in his crotch. 

The young man blushed furiously. Flustered and embarrassed he stammered: “Well, I have to leave...”

“No! Wait a minute, Murad..." Meena hollered.

Murad nervously looks at her. Murad and I could see my Meena had a beautiful smile.

I thought to myself, for sure she had been looking at his crotch and had seen his throbbing hard on. Perhaps Murad figured she would have been disgusted at him and was now surprised she hadn't pulled away but smiling.

Meena's voice quivered and trailed off: “Sit down Murad. I bring something to drink. What do you like?”

Murad: “I don't want to trouble you.”

Meena smiled again and stood up: “No, it's no trouble! I mean I just wondered if you wanted to sit down some minute with me. Doctor is busy with his work, It's okay.”

Murad sat down and reassured her: “No problem Ma'am, I have time..”

Meena came in and looked at me. Her facial expression was one of thinking to decide.

She said nothing, but smiled slightly and went into the kitchen.

She was not surprised to see me there. Meena knew already I am watching them.

She knew me, my feelings and my reactions and my hidden fantasies, but I had still my hidden secrets, my cameras and, my notes and hours of videos...

I knew her too. For example, I knew at this moment as she gets into the kitchen, she had some controversial feelings. She could never, up to this day, seduce a young lad. That was not her type. Even as if horny all time, she couldn't use the opportunity to take advantage of a younger, virgin lad, as the Murad seemed to be.

I didn't know if she had ever fantasized about younger boys, but as I knew her, she was never interested in them. On the other hand, she saw and felt that he is suffering under sexual pressure and she felt herself guilty for it. I knew her, I knew all her feelings and thoughts. She was sure that she had also her at least one secret from me, the story of her father's betrayal...

She came out with a glass lemonade in her hand. Stood shortly next me, looked in my eyes for some seconds and said: "I know you want me to seduce him, you bad bad boy!"

Then laughed and kissed my lips and left for outdoor. She left the door half open, for sure because of me to hear them!

As I looked out of the window, he was standing and watching her carefully, he had a magazine in his hand.

She gave him his glass and sat down, and asked him: "It was very noble of you to bring me this flowers, but where did you know...?"

“You like gladiolas? I asked my uncle about your favorite flower!” And he blushed.

Meena glanced at the young lad who sat nervously in the chair, suddenly she blurted out: “Come here Murad...”

As Meena leaned toward him, Murad could see her smooth, firm, rounded tits, which were halfway visible.

He tried to look away, but her perfect tit globes held his attention. Murad gulped loudly and pressed the magazine against his crotch. He leaned forward and Meena kissed his cheeks. Now I thought to myself, he is so close to her, to smell her body odor. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat. Then he blushed more, as he looked at my sexy wife’s tits again.

Meena shifted in her chair and now I noticed, Murad saw for sure one of her stiff nipples that poked out obscenely. I could swear they were growing in front of his very eyes. I saw the green fabric of her bikini top poke out that swaddled her nipples perfectly. Otherwise, Meena could see for sure, he is trying to hide his erection...

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