12-07-2019, 09:20 AM
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REMARK: This is not about a lovely desi woman. I just happened to get to know my first love Irene in a country far from home. So I will write about my experience. There are so many differences living in my home country compared to the country where I study.
Maybe the way of living of the people and what they think could be interesting for some of you readers. At times you'll probably think 'Europeans and specially Germans are crazy' and I admit at times I still now do think so at times. But open your mind positively. Being like them is not better or worse than being of any other cultural circles as I think. It just is different.
And I'll try to pick up some of the most funny or crazy aspects as I felt them. So you can explore another culture a bit without an expensive journey that most of us could not afford under normal circumstances.
My family is quite poor but I put a lot of effort into learning at school and so I had luck to get a financing by a student exchange organisation that took over most of the costs. My family gave what they could and I most of the time had to have jobs to get some money extra.
What ever situation you are in, my advice is: Believe in your abilities and keep a positive mind.
Part 1 of many
I met Irene on a strange occasion. It happened after I had moved over to my new apartment. On an afternoon I had been working on a homework with some fellow students of mine. In the evening we were done and a fellow asked if he should drive me home. Students get a free bus ticket over here and I wanted to go by bus. So I thanked him and declined.
On my way to the bus stop it had started to rain heavily. When I arrived there, I was wet as a cat. There was another person waiting and after some minutes of silence, we started to talk. I tried to do my best with my poor German and she did the same with her English. She was curious to hear where I was coming from and what I was doing here. Not the average questions, that many people ask. She was really interested in me. A nice mature woman with a heart of gold.
According to the timetable, the bus should have been there 10 minutes ago. Probably it had been cancelled. We decided to walk to the main bus station and all the while we were talking, I can't even remember which way we went.
On our way we found out that she was living in the same village as I do. So we took the same bus. When we arrived, we had to walk half a mile, she to her home and I to mine. When we had made it half the way, it started to rain heavily again and we took shelter below a large tree. I can't remember how it happened. There was such a strong feeling of love in my heart, that I made up my courage, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Long and deeply. And she didn't reject me.
We were holding each other as if we were the were the only man and woman on earth. Wonderful moments.
When it had long stopped raining, we continued our walk. Finally we were in front of her home. She said, she was so sorry, but I couldn't come in. She said, she was married. I felt as if everything around me was fading black. But she told me a phone number and said 'only call between 12 and 15 a.m. Not earlier, not later'
I kissed her again, but this time she was a bit repellent. Later she told me, that she was in fear to be seen by neighbors.
I went home, half of my heart was full of despair, the other full of hope. I had problems to fall asleep that night.
The next day I could hardly wait. At precisely 12 A.M. I dialed the number and heard a sweet voice say 'Irene XYZ'
I hadn't known her name, neither had she known mine. But both of us were aware of who was on the line instantly. We talked and talked and finally we made an appointment for the same day in the late afternoon. Where? Under the same old tree where we had first kissed.
I was early and my heart raced. It was already dark at that time and hardly any people passed by. Finally she came and without a word we were holding and kissing again. Now and then a car was passing by and the shelter of the darkness was split by the light of the head lamps. She wasn't feeling well and again was in fear that someone who knew her would see her with a young man in her arms. She took me by the hand and we walked down a small path leading out of the village. She told me, that she was supposed to be at her gymnastic meeting and had to be back home in an hour. Again there were only the two of us in this world. We were talking and kissing. Like teenagers in love. But is this feeling only for teenagers? No!
I wanted to escort her back to her home, but she denied, because it was very likely that we would meet other women from the gymnastics course. But before she left, she said 'Please call again tomorrow, you know the number, you know the time'
Of course I did. We met for the next 3 days and enjoyed being together. Little by little our kissing had advanced into caressing each other and I had my hands where any man would have them. And she liked it and responded nicely. If it had been sunny summer evenings we'd had probably made love somewhere on the ground in a secluded place. But now with that cold and rain? Before she left on that last day, she told me, that we couldn't meet on Saturday and Sunday as she had to stay home with her husband and had no excuse to leave the house. But the next week her husband would work in the night shift until 11 P.M. And she asked if I would invite her to show her my apartment. Of course I agreed.
It was a lonely weekend and I used the time to study.
On Monday we met again under 'our' tree and I guided her to my home. My landlord is living in the same house but we didn't see him, so we could walk in and upstairs to my rooms without being noticed. After closing the door behind us, we kissed again and then she undressed me and I undressed her.
I had not seen her naked before and had only explored her with my hands. There are no words to describe that moments. Her smooth warm skin. Her lovely tits. Her sensuous pussy. The rich bush of hair down there forming an alluring triangle. We were both shy and a little ashamed at first. Irene later told me that she feared that I would be disappointed about her body because with her 39 years of age and me being 21 she could almost be my mom. She had no idea how beautiful she is.
Yes, I had two girlfriends in the past in my home town. But I must confess that both was teenage love and I have not been together with both in this way. On my side there was fear that I would disappoint her with having no practice how to make a woman happy. When I later told her about my self-doubts, she hugged and kissed me warmly and told that I had won her heart with my deep shy love and my shyness made her fall in love with me. She told that from the very first moment she had feelings for me being so far away from home and looking lost and lonely like she had a second son. She wanted to protect and soothe me.
She caressed my dick and I explored her slit with my fingers. My dick was near to explode and her pussy was soaking wet. Seconds later we were on my bed and I entered her in one single push. Her pussy was wet and relaxed and waiting for my member. Irene started moaning and then started to sing this lovely female song when she had a great orgasm. And I was pumping my sperm into her cunt, it felt as if it would never end.
We both were exhausted, but only for a short time. We started to kiss again and she was caressing my balls with her hands. Soon my dick was stiff again and we went for another lovemaking. I was fascinated by her voice again, responding to every stroke of my dick. Minutes later we both came together.
We both felt a bit sleepy and so we cuddled together. None of us did really sleep, it was this nice feeling of feeling cozy and warm. We still had hours of time together, no need to hurry.
Irene wanted to know more about my home, my country, my family and all. I took a photo album from the shelf and started to show her. She was very interested again and told me, that she too was far away from the place where she had been raised up.
While we were looking at the pictures, she asked if I had something to drink. I blushed, as I had been such a miserable host. We agreed to have some tea. I jumped into my shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen. I don't have my own kitchen, the landlord and I use one together.
When I was preparing the tea, he came in and smiled “seems that you have a female visitor” he grinned. I was a bit shocked, as I had thought, that he wasn't at home. “How do you know?” was my dumb answer and he replied “I was impossible to ignore that lovely female sounds of lovemaking”.
We had never talked about if it was allowed to bring in female guests, so I was a bit anxious. I asked him “Do you mind?” and he said “Relax! No, I don't mind. I have been young myself some time ago”
I felt relieved. And we both smiled at each other. Old man, young man, the one has the memory, the other has it in reality. But both like it.
I went on preparing the tea and he said “Hurry! I bet, she's waiting”. And with that he went into his living room.
Finally I had set it all up and even found some cakes. We had our tea and then started for round 3. Irene was loud again and I was smiling when I thought about the landlord listening and counting.
After round 3 we took it slow and I enjoyed exploring Irene's body. Her tits are fascinating me. Maybe it's the baby sucker inside me? She has small areolas and of course she hasn't the tits of a teeny anymore. They are a bit saggy, but wonderful warm and smooth. And her nipples respond instantly on my caressing. I made compliments to her, but she didn't really understand it. Or I didn't understand it. We still had the problem, that our common set of words in English and German was still very limited.
And I like her vagina so much. It's smooth and wide. She asked, if my compliments were for real and if I didn't find her cunt too large. She said, that she had always been a bit ashamed of it and that her pussy has always been wide and that it had been stretched a lot, when she had given birth to a girl and a boy. The boy had been a big boy in her belly and normally should have been born via caesarean cut. But when the birth was near, she was in a rural area far away from any hospital and so the boy arrived in this world the normal way. I don't mind what she thinks, her vagina is absolutely perfect.
We were spending our time with talking, kissing and lovemaking. I don't remember, how often it was. My landlord surely knows the correct answer. Probably another 3 times, I don't know.
At 10:30 P.M. I walked her home and after a secret goodbye kiss she whispered “tomorrow again? Will you call?". Of course I would!
When I came home, my landlord was in the kitchen. We had a coffee together and talked. I asked him, if it was a problem for him, if I would bring my lady home again and he reassured me, that he didn't mind. And we were getting closer. He allowed me, to call him by his first name Georg.
The next two days Irene and I had our love meeting the same way as on Monday. On Thursday we had wonderful hours again. On this day Georg asked me to bring my girlfriend down before leaving. He wanted to get to know her and surely he had a right to know who had access to his house. He proposed that we could have a tea or coffee together.
I told Irene and we ended our loving time half an hour earlier than usual, dressed and went down to the ground floor.
Georg and Irene both were shocked when we met. I was introducing “Georg, may I introduce my lady Irene to you ... Irene, this is my landlord Georg” and then I felt, that something was in the air.
“Hello, welcome! Please sit down” said Georg after some time. Irene blushed and said nothing. We sat down and had a coffee, but our talking was very poor. Georg and me were sipping our coffee and talking a bit, but something was strange. Irene didn't participate in the talk at all and then she whispered to me to bring her home. Her voice sounded strained.
I walked her home but other than the days before, she wasn't in a great mood. And she didn't ask me to call her the next day.
When I came home, Georg and I had another coffee. He asked “You know, that your lady is a married wife?' So obviously he knew her. We had a long talk and I asked him, if it was a problem for him, that she is married. He thought about it for a moment and the said “If it's no problem for you, it's no problem for me.”
Next day I called Irene at 12 P.M. No response. I tried it again and again. Finally after more than an hour she answered. I asked her, what this was about and she said “we can not meet again”. I was devastated.
She told me, that Georg knows her and her husband. They are no close friends, but in that small village many people know each other. She had a very bad feeling about someone in the village knowing about her relationship with a young man. And what if he would talk. And this and that. The phone call left me completely as a wreck. In the house I met Georg. He asked “Isn't she with you today?' He must have seen the state I was in and invited me to talk. No coffee this time, but beer and whiskey.
I told him, that Irene suspected him to talk around and that she was feeling bad and wouldn't meet me any more. Georg told me something like “It's your own choice, son. I won't talk to anybody, that's for sure.”
We talked long about it. I was half drunk and decided to call Irene. It wasn't the right time, but that was of no meaning for me now. She answered and she didn't seem to be enraged, just unspeakably sad.
We talked for a long time and I declared my love to her. She was weeping and told me, her love for me had not changed at all, but it would ruin her life if the word would spread, that she had a lover. And to make it worse, a lover that could almost be her son.
I was begging her to come back to me. If Georg would want to talk to others, he could do so anyways. And he had promised not to talk. She answered, that she felt ashamed even if only Georg knew about. No, she could not meet me again.
We talked for hours. At the end I had a little hope, as she told me, to call her on Monday, she needed time to think about all during the weekend.
A weekend full of sorrow. I tried to forget and get those ideas out of my head. I started to study nonstop.
On Monday my heart was shaking, when I called her. We talked about the situation again. And finally she said “You are right, Georg knows about us and if he wants to bring me into trouble he can do anyways. I need you. But it is so shameful for me, that he knows. My husband has night shift this week again. It is not easy for me. Meet me at our tree at 5 P.M.'
We had a long walk, talking, kissing, weeping. All together. Finally we both wanted to be together and we went to my home. Georg was discreet and did not show up. So we could go up to my room without seeing him. We started to talk, but then our bodies needed love and we made love.
Irene was sensuous and her moaning and then her cries of love were even louder than the days before. It was as if a dam had broken. She accepted that there was noting to hide inside of this house about what we were doing.
It was a complete reunion for our love and we enjoyed it up to the last minute. Then I brought her home and got a sweet long goodbye kiss from her. I asked “tomorrow?” and she hugged me and nodded.
The next day Irene told me, that she would come to my home alone. We should not risk being seen together on the street. When the door bell rang, I was just on the stairs on my way down. But it happened to be Georg to open the door for her.
Irene was far more relaxed when she met Georg this time. She waved me hello and said “I'll have to talk to your landlord for some minutes. Wait for me in our love nest.”
They went to his living room and closed the door behind them. I can only guess what they were talking about. Probably Irene wanted to get his word, that he wouldn't talk. When she came up, she was calm and relaxed. We made love two times and then it was time for our tea again.
This time I pulled her up from the bed and said “Come on, I'll show you the kitchen. Tomorrow you will be serving the tea, it is woman's work!” She frowned, but got up. She wanted to dress completely, but I handed her her petticoat and said “this will do fine”.
In my talks with Georg I had noticed, that he liked her female curves a lot and I thought that a little peek would be a nice reward for his secrecy.
Down in the kitchen we met Georg. Irene blushed. It was a wonderful view. Irene’s curves were slightly visible below that flimsy cloth. Georg and me both adored her. He said “It's so good to have a woman in this house again!”
Then he invited us to have our tea down in his living room. We agreed. Irene relaxed more and more. Like most females she took it as a compliment, when we both stared at her.
When we were up in my rooms again, I asked her, if she had a hard time when Georg was staring at her tits. Her answer was lightheaded “Not only he was staring, you did too!”
Irene smiled and said “I bet, you love to stare at me even more, when I'm completely naked...” And with that she pulled the petticoat down. I answered in the same lightheaded way “And Georg too would love to see you this way.”
We had a great time late into the evening till I brought her home.
On Wednesday and Thursday we had wonderful loving hours again. On both days we had our tea down with Georg. Irene was wearing a very sexy petticoat on these days, almost a see through and with a very daring decollete showing her beautiful cleavage. Her tits were mostly uncovered and even where they were covered, nothing was really hidden. Her dark aureolas and nipples and her fluffy bushe were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. The smooth curves of her belly, hips and her lavish female behind were a joy for four male eyes. I had not asked her to dress that way. She simply felt completely safe and liked to do it. Most important is, that she likes Georg and trusts in him. Somehow in the way a girl likes her father or uncle.
On Friday when tea-time was up, I asked her, if she would dare to go down completely nude. She thought about it for a moment, but then she shook her head and put on her see-through. We got downstairs and Georg was already busy with the tea and biscuits. He stared at Irene and said “What a wonderful lovely woman!”
His eyes were shining. Irene's eyes were shining too, she likes compliments so much. Then she said “One moment, I have forgotten something” She walked up the stair to my room and came back a moment later. She was completely naked and not ashamed at all. Georg and I saw a real goddess.
- to be continued -
Maybe the way of living of the people and what they think could be interesting for some of you readers. At times you'll probably think 'Europeans and specially Germans are crazy' and I admit at times I still now do think so at times. But open your mind positively. Being like them is not better or worse than being of any other cultural circles as I think. It just is different.
And I'll try to pick up some of the most funny or crazy aspects as I felt them. So you can explore another culture a bit without an expensive journey that most of us could not afford under normal circumstances.
My family is quite poor but I put a lot of effort into learning at school and so I had luck to get a financing by a student exchange organisation that took over most of the costs. My family gave what they could and I most of the time had to have jobs to get some money extra.
What ever situation you are in, my advice is: Believe in your abilities and keep a positive mind.
Part 1 of many
I met Irene on a strange occasion. It happened after I had moved over to my new apartment. On an afternoon I had been working on a homework with some fellow students of mine. In the evening we were done and a fellow asked if he should drive me home. Students get a free bus ticket over here and I wanted to go by bus. So I thanked him and declined.
On my way to the bus stop it had started to rain heavily. When I arrived there, I was wet as a cat. There was another person waiting and after some minutes of silence, we started to talk. I tried to do my best with my poor German and she did the same with her English. She was curious to hear where I was coming from and what I was doing here. Not the average questions, that many people ask. She was really interested in me. A nice mature woman with a heart of gold.
According to the timetable, the bus should have been there 10 minutes ago. Probably it had been cancelled. We decided to walk to the main bus station and all the while we were talking, I can't even remember which way we went.
On our way we found out that she was living in the same village as I do. So we took the same bus. When we arrived, we had to walk half a mile, she to her home and I to mine. When we had made it half the way, it started to rain heavily again and we took shelter below a large tree. I can't remember how it happened. There was such a strong feeling of love in my heart, that I made up my courage, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Long and deeply. And she didn't reject me.
We were holding each other as if we were the were the only man and woman on earth. Wonderful moments.
When it had long stopped raining, we continued our walk. Finally we were in front of her home. She said, she was so sorry, but I couldn't come in. She said, she was married. I felt as if everything around me was fading black. But she told me a phone number and said 'only call between 12 and 15 a.m. Not earlier, not later'
I kissed her again, but this time she was a bit repellent. Later she told me, that she was in fear to be seen by neighbors.
I went home, half of my heart was full of despair, the other full of hope. I had problems to fall asleep that night.
The next day I could hardly wait. At precisely 12 A.M. I dialed the number and heard a sweet voice say 'Irene XYZ'
I hadn't known her name, neither had she known mine. But both of us were aware of who was on the line instantly. We talked and talked and finally we made an appointment for the same day in the late afternoon. Where? Under the same old tree where we had first kissed.
I was early and my heart raced. It was already dark at that time and hardly any people passed by. Finally she came and without a word we were holding and kissing again. Now and then a car was passing by and the shelter of the darkness was split by the light of the head lamps. She wasn't feeling well and again was in fear that someone who knew her would see her with a young man in her arms. She took me by the hand and we walked down a small path leading out of the village. She told me, that she was supposed to be at her gymnastic meeting and had to be back home in an hour. Again there were only the two of us in this world. We were talking and kissing. Like teenagers in love. But is this feeling only for teenagers? No!
I wanted to escort her back to her home, but she denied, because it was very likely that we would meet other women from the gymnastics course. But before she left, she said 'Please call again tomorrow, you know the number, you know the time'
Of course I did. We met for the next 3 days and enjoyed being together. Little by little our kissing had advanced into caressing each other and I had my hands where any man would have them. And she liked it and responded nicely. If it had been sunny summer evenings we'd had probably made love somewhere on the ground in a secluded place. But now with that cold and rain? Before she left on that last day, she told me, that we couldn't meet on Saturday and Sunday as she had to stay home with her husband and had no excuse to leave the house. But the next week her husband would work in the night shift until 11 P.M. And she asked if I would invite her to show her my apartment. Of course I agreed.
It was a lonely weekend and I used the time to study.
On Monday we met again under 'our' tree and I guided her to my home. My landlord is living in the same house but we didn't see him, so we could walk in and upstairs to my rooms without being noticed. After closing the door behind us, we kissed again and then she undressed me and I undressed her.
I had not seen her naked before and had only explored her with my hands. There are no words to describe that moments. Her smooth warm skin. Her lovely tits. Her sensuous pussy. The rich bush of hair down there forming an alluring triangle. We were both shy and a little ashamed at first. Irene later told me that she feared that I would be disappointed about her body because with her 39 years of age and me being 21 she could almost be my mom. She had no idea how beautiful she is.
Yes, I had two girlfriends in the past in my home town. But I must confess that both was teenage love and I have not been together with both in this way. On my side there was fear that I would disappoint her with having no practice how to make a woman happy. When I later told her about my self-doubts, she hugged and kissed me warmly and told that I had won her heart with my deep shy love and my shyness made her fall in love with me. She told that from the very first moment she had feelings for me being so far away from home and looking lost and lonely like she had a second son. She wanted to protect and soothe me.
She caressed my dick and I explored her slit with my fingers. My dick was near to explode and her pussy was soaking wet. Seconds later we were on my bed and I entered her in one single push. Her pussy was wet and relaxed and waiting for my member. Irene started moaning and then started to sing this lovely female song when she had a great orgasm. And I was pumping my sperm into her cunt, it felt as if it would never end.
We both were exhausted, but only for a short time. We started to kiss again and she was caressing my balls with her hands. Soon my dick was stiff again and we went for another lovemaking. I was fascinated by her voice again, responding to every stroke of my dick. Minutes later we both came together.
We both felt a bit sleepy and so we cuddled together. None of us did really sleep, it was this nice feeling of feeling cozy and warm. We still had hours of time together, no need to hurry.
Irene wanted to know more about my home, my country, my family and all. I took a photo album from the shelf and started to show her. She was very interested again and told me, that she too was far away from the place where she had been raised up.
While we were looking at the pictures, she asked if I had something to drink. I blushed, as I had been such a miserable host. We agreed to have some tea. I jumped into my shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen. I don't have my own kitchen, the landlord and I use one together.
When I was preparing the tea, he came in and smiled “seems that you have a female visitor” he grinned. I was a bit shocked, as I had thought, that he wasn't at home. “How do you know?” was my dumb answer and he replied “I was impossible to ignore that lovely female sounds of lovemaking”.
We had never talked about if it was allowed to bring in female guests, so I was a bit anxious. I asked him “Do you mind?” and he said “Relax! No, I don't mind. I have been young myself some time ago”
I felt relieved. And we both smiled at each other. Old man, young man, the one has the memory, the other has it in reality. But both like it.
I went on preparing the tea and he said “Hurry! I bet, she's waiting”. And with that he went into his living room.
Finally I had set it all up and even found some cakes. We had our tea and then started for round 3. Irene was loud again and I was smiling when I thought about the landlord listening and counting.
After round 3 we took it slow and I enjoyed exploring Irene's body. Her tits are fascinating me. Maybe it's the baby sucker inside me? She has small areolas and of course she hasn't the tits of a teeny anymore. They are a bit saggy, but wonderful warm and smooth. And her nipples respond instantly on my caressing. I made compliments to her, but she didn't really understand it. Or I didn't understand it. We still had the problem, that our common set of words in English and German was still very limited.
And I like her vagina so much. It's smooth and wide. She asked, if my compliments were for real and if I didn't find her cunt too large. She said, that she had always been a bit ashamed of it and that her pussy has always been wide and that it had been stretched a lot, when she had given birth to a girl and a boy. The boy had been a big boy in her belly and normally should have been born via caesarean cut. But when the birth was near, she was in a rural area far away from any hospital and so the boy arrived in this world the normal way. I don't mind what she thinks, her vagina is absolutely perfect.
We were spending our time with talking, kissing and lovemaking. I don't remember, how often it was. My landlord surely knows the correct answer. Probably another 3 times, I don't know.
At 10:30 P.M. I walked her home and after a secret goodbye kiss she whispered “tomorrow again? Will you call?". Of course I would!
When I came home, my landlord was in the kitchen. We had a coffee together and talked. I asked him, if it was a problem for him, if I would bring my lady home again and he reassured me, that he didn't mind. And we were getting closer. He allowed me, to call him by his first name Georg.
The next two days Irene and I had our love meeting the same way as on Monday. On Thursday we had wonderful hours again. On this day Georg asked me to bring my girlfriend down before leaving. He wanted to get to know her and surely he had a right to know who had access to his house. He proposed that we could have a tea or coffee together.
I told Irene and we ended our loving time half an hour earlier than usual, dressed and went down to the ground floor.
Georg and Irene both were shocked when we met. I was introducing “Georg, may I introduce my lady Irene to you ... Irene, this is my landlord Georg” and then I felt, that something was in the air.
“Hello, welcome! Please sit down” said Georg after some time. Irene blushed and said nothing. We sat down and had a coffee, but our talking was very poor. Georg and me were sipping our coffee and talking a bit, but something was strange. Irene didn't participate in the talk at all and then she whispered to me to bring her home. Her voice sounded strained.
I walked her home but other than the days before, she wasn't in a great mood. And she didn't ask me to call her the next day.
When I came home, Georg and I had another coffee. He asked “You know, that your lady is a married wife?' So obviously he knew her. We had a long talk and I asked him, if it was a problem for him, that she is married. He thought about it for a moment and the said “If it's no problem for you, it's no problem for me.”
Next day I called Irene at 12 P.M. No response. I tried it again and again. Finally after more than an hour she answered. I asked her, what this was about and she said “we can not meet again”. I was devastated.
She told me, that Georg knows her and her husband. They are no close friends, but in that small village many people know each other. She had a very bad feeling about someone in the village knowing about her relationship with a young man. And what if he would talk. And this and that. The phone call left me completely as a wreck. In the house I met Georg. He asked “Isn't she with you today?' He must have seen the state I was in and invited me to talk. No coffee this time, but beer and whiskey.
I told him, that Irene suspected him to talk around and that she was feeling bad and wouldn't meet me any more. Georg told me something like “It's your own choice, son. I won't talk to anybody, that's for sure.”
We talked long about it. I was half drunk and decided to call Irene. It wasn't the right time, but that was of no meaning for me now. She answered and she didn't seem to be enraged, just unspeakably sad.
We talked for a long time and I declared my love to her. She was weeping and told me, her love for me had not changed at all, but it would ruin her life if the word would spread, that she had a lover. And to make it worse, a lover that could almost be her son.
I was begging her to come back to me. If Georg would want to talk to others, he could do so anyways. And he had promised not to talk. She answered, that she felt ashamed even if only Georg knew about. No, she could not meet me again.
We talked for hours. At the end I had a little hope, as she told me, to call her on Monday, she needed time to think about all during the weekend.
A weekend full of sorrow. I tried to forget and get those ideas out of my head. I started to study nonstop.
On Monday my heart was shaking, when I called her. We talked about the situation again. And finally she said “You are right, Georg knows about us and if he wants to bring me into trouble he can do anyways. I need you. But it is so shameful for me, that he knows. My husband has night shift this week again. It is not easy for me. Meet me at our tree at 5 P.M.'
We had a long walk, talking, kissing, weeping. All together. Finally we both wanted to be together and we went to my home. Georg was discreet and did not show up. So we could go up to my room without seeing him. We started to talk, but then our bodies needed love and we made love.
Irene was sensuous and her moaning and then her cries of love were even louder than the days before. It was as if a dam had broken. She accepted that there was noting to hide inside of this house about what we were doing.
It was a complete reunion for our love and we enjoyed it up to the last minute. Then I brought her home and got a sweet long goodbye kiss from her. I asked “tomorrow?” and she hugged me and nodded.
The next day Irene told me, that she would come to my home alone. We should not risk being seen together on the street. When the door bell rang, I was just on the stairs on my way down. But it happened to be Georg to open the door for her.
Irene was far more relaxed when she met Georg this time. She waved me hello and said “I'll have to talk to your landlord for some minutes. Wait for me in our love nest.”
They went to his living room and closed the door behind them. I can only guess what they were talking about. Probably Irene wanted to get his word, that he wouldn't talk. When she came up, she was calm and relaxed. We made love two times and then it was time for our tea again.
This time I pulled her up from the bed and said “Come on, I'll show you the kitchen. Tomorrow you will be serving the tea, it is woman's work!” She frowned, but got up. She wanted to dress completely, but I handed her her petticoat and said “this will do fine”.
In my talks with Georg I had noticed, that he liked her female curves a lot and I thought that a little peek would be a nice reward for his secrecy.
Down in the kitchen we met Georg. Irene blushed. It was a wonderful view. Irene’s curves were slightly visible below that flimsy cloth. Georg and me both adored her. He said “It's so good to have a woman in this house again!”
Then he invited us to have our tea down in his living room. We agreed. Irene relaxed more and more. Like most females she took it as a compliment, when we both stared at her.
When we were up in my rooms again, I asked her, if she had a hard time when Georg was staring at her tits. Her answer was lightheaded “Not only he was staring, you did too!”
Irene smiled and said “I bet, you love to stare at me even more, when I'm completely naked...” And with that she pulled the petticoat down. I answered in the same lightheaded way “And Georg too would love to see you this way.”
We had a great time late into the evening till I brought her home.
On Wednesday and Thursday we had wonderful loving hours again. On both days we had our tea down with Georg. Irene was wearing a very sexy petticoat on these days, almost a see through and with a very daring decollete showing her beautiful cleavage. Her tits were mostly uncovered and even where they were covered, nothing was really hidden. Her dark aureolas and nipples and her fluffy bushe were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. The smooth curves of her belly, hips and her lavish female behind were a joy for four male eyes. I had not asked her to dress that way. She simply felt completely safe and liked to do it. Most important is, that she likes Georg and trusts in him. Somehow in the way a girl likes her father or uncle.
On Friday when tea-time was up, I asked her, if she would dare to go down completely nude. She thought about it for a moment, but then she shook her head and put on her see-through. We got downstairs and Georg was already busy with the tea and biscuits. He stared at Irene and said “What a wonderful lovely woman!”
His eyes were shining. Irene's eyes were shining too, she likes compliments so much. Then she said “One moment, I have forgotten something” She walked up the stair to my room and came back a moment later. She was completely naked and not ashamed at all. Georg and I saw a real goddess.
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