Autumn expert meets Spring learner

I am blessed these last two years since I met my darling Marika. Bear in mind that when I met her I was fifty-one and she was nineteen. Now you can see why I am so glad I made the decision to stay here in Henley. I planned to go off to the South Seas in search of Monet's nubile young virgins. Instead I found one here in Henley! I suppose I had better explain now that you are curious. You might find this hard to believe; indeed I have pinched myself on occasions over the last two years.
It all began one wet winter Tuesday afternoon in the library. This slim young waif came in, dripping wet in tight blue jeans, pink trainers and a soaking wet, black padded jacket. She carried a small backpack. Her elfin face was soaked, her long hair pulled back into a dripping pony tail. She began to clean and dry her glasses with a tissue. She squinted about the room as she stood there, turning gently to and fro as she took in the scene. She looked lovely. Her short jacket and tight jeans showed off her lovely long legs and shapely hips. I found myself staring at her for a few moments before I had to check out some books. A young man checked out three books on dog grooming and hamster breeding. It takes all sorts.
The library has thirty computer terminals in a separate area to the rear of the library. I noticed the young lady had drifted over towards them, wandering among the tables. Part of my job is to register the customers and oversee the booking of the terminals. It is all done on the computer but everyone needs to be shown how to do it the first time. I walked over and stood to one side of her;
"Can I help you?" I said.
"I make internet, please."
"Do you have a library card?"
"Yes, I make tomorrow. Here."
She handed over her new card with a small smile. I noted from the date that she had done it yesterday. I read her name, Marika and then something that looks Polish or Russian.
"Sit here and I will show you. Maybe you should take off your wet jacket. Put it on that chair over there."
The indicated chair was close to the radiator. She hung her jacket and turned back to me. She wore a pale pink, roll neck, pullover that I would have to describe as one size too small for her. It certainly showed off her proud bosom to good effect. She sat and listened as I showed her how to open the screen to log on. Inputting her card number and her birth date as a password got her to our County library screen. So now I knew her age, nineteen and five months. Her birthday is in June, the twentieth. I will remember that, I thought.
"Do you want an e-mail account?" I asked.
"Yes, is make G mail OK for me?"
Getting her an account, a screen name and another password went without any problem. She used her name, Marika, as part of her e-mail address together with some numbers of her choosing. I tell her my name is Graham and on we go with the process. I sat at the next terminal, logged on and sent her a mail.
'Hello Marika' I wrote.
She opened the mail with a big grin. Then I saw the wire braces on her teeth. No wonder she doesn't keep eye contact for long. I showed her how to reply, to store in a folder, to forward, to delete and how to manage the whole system. She typed with some skill;
'Hello Graham, where are you'
'I'm fine thank you Marika. I am feeling a lot better since I met you.' I respond.
I can't believe I actually wrote something so overtly stupid, so juvenile, but there it was on her screen. She created a folder, names it 'Graham' and saved my excruciating mail to it. I cringed with embarrassment but she seemed delighted with it. She produced a list of addresses of her family and friends in the Czech Republic. I showed her how to add them to her contact list. So now she had seven names in her address book, me and six others. I asked her several questions.
Marika explains,
"I am nanny, It is oar pair? I having family in town. They are three children. They are many of school years. I having nine am. and three thirty pm. each to herself."
I gently correct her grammar, complimenting her on her good English.
She doesn't know anyone yet as she has only been here a week. The weather means that she needs to be inside all the time as she has no waterproof jacket. I notice that hers is steaming gently behind us. Marika explains in her ungrammatical English with the strong accent that she has two evenings a week at school to learn English. I tell her that I have my lunch break in twenty minutes and will be happy to look at her homework. I arrange to meet her in Starbucks for a coffee and a muffin.
I look through her homework and correct one or two small errors, well, several actually. I tell her that the best way to learn English is to speak it with a native and I am only too happy to volunteer. I tell her that I work only two days a week so I am available the other three if you want me to help you out. She is a bit sceptical at first but agrees that a cup of coffee and a chat a couple of times a week would be fine.
So casino siteleri it began; we would meet in a coffee shop twice a week and exchange e-mails. Sometimes we would chat on line. Within weeks her English improved a great deal. I gave her a dictionary after a few meetings, explaining that she would need it to look up some of the words we would use. She had translation dictionaries on line but not a proper English Dictionary. The book I gave her is actually quite valuable, although I did not tell her that. It is the 1939 edition of the Pocket Oxford Dictionary. It is rare because after only 200 copies were printed the War Office took over the press. They used it to print propaganda and information leaflets. I explained that some of the definitions would sound a little old-fashioned but the meaning would still be clear enough.
I learned about her family, her friends, her school and her first and so far, only boyfriend, Derek. I didn't ask about her boyfriends but she told me anyway;
"It bad time. I try make sex with him. He new. He shoot quick. Bang! He big!"
Her honesty and direct approach to sex is refreshing. She is still quite shy about everything but she slowly relaxes as the weeks go by. Her father was a cold fish by her account and never showed her much affection. She was closer to her grandmother than any other member of her family and misses her a lot.
She asked me to tell her more about my boat, my home. I described it as best I could.
"There is a large cabin amidships, the living and dining space. Forward of that on one side is the galley. Down a few steps to the rear and past the steering position is the master bedroom with bath at the stern. Forward of the main cabin and galley is another bedroom and a workshop with a few of my books stored there."
We had been meeting for about four weeks when, over a coffee, Marika asked me if I would show her the boat. I pondered this for a while and told her I would think about it. The next day I wrote her a mail. I said,
'If you come to my boat you cross a threshold in our relationship of teacher and pupil. It might lead somewhere you don't want to go. I have not entertained anyone on my boat since I bought it three years ago. If you came aboard I will do my best to seduce you.'
The next day she replied from the library computer saying that she would like to come and see my boat. I hit the instant messenger feature on my computer on the boat and wrote;
'Did you look up the word, seduce?'
There was a pause as she typed;
'To lead astray, induce to commit sin or folly. Induce (woman) to surrender her chastity to one.' (I told you it was an old dictionary)
'And did you look up chastity?'
She evidently had because without pause she began to type straight away.
'Abstaining from irregular or all forms of sexual intercourse. And yes, looked up all these words also. Can see your boat Friday? I fed up abstaining.'
I paused, but not for long, then wrote;
'Where and when will I pick you up?'
'Waitrose car park bottle place at 0930 Friday.'
'OK, I will be there. My car is a red Honda sports.'
'I know. Bye x.'
And she was gone. She logged off before either of us could change our minds. I was somewhat stunned to think that a nineteen year old girl would be in the least bit attracted to a man of my age. It seemed that she was. I felt flattered, confused, happy, a little guilty, and delighted. I almost leaped about the cabin as I looked at the words on the screen. It was the 'fed up abstaining' that had me the most excited. She knew what she was doing. I felt it was nothing more than my duty to help her. If she was one of my students at Uni this would not have happened and anyway, I was married during that time. This was different. This was private, between consenting adults. I determined to make sure that she never regretted her decision. I would be the most considerate and tender lover she could imagine. I look around my boat and realized I had some work to do. I went at it like a Trojan for the next few hours; cleaning, changing bed linen, scrubbing the sink, the cooker, the floors, the windows. I don't know why but it seemed the right thing to do at the time. Everything had to be perfect for Marika's first visit.
She did not show up in the library on Thursday. I guess she did not want the opportunity to speak to me in case she had any doubts. At least, that was my interpretation of her absence. I kept myself busy. I even chatted to Lizzie for a while. I did not tell her about Marika. There was nothing to tell, not yet.
Today, I am up with the Lark. I get ready and eat breakfast all in the space of twenty minutes. Then I gave the place a quick dust before organizing the bedroom. I set off to Waitrose with almost nervous anticipation. I am there at nine, rushing around with the trolley getting enough food to feed at least four. I pick up all sorts of things that I imagine she might like, including a bottle of chilled champagne.
I güvenilir casino am in the car, waiting by the recycling containers fidgeting like a teenager. She arrives at nine thirty, jumps in and off we go. Considering that I am still a stranger to her, she is quite brave to let me drive her down the secluded lane to the boat. It is well hidden from the main road along a track about a half a mile long. There is a five bar gate to negotiate before coming to the spot on the river where 'The Tinker' sits at her mooring. It is a quarter to ten.
I hold her elbow as she negotiates the wooden boarding plank. I slide the door open and let her stand inside the quiet cabin for a few moments while she looks around. I take her padded jacket and hang it on the hook behind the cabin door. My black leather jacket goes on top of hers.
"Would you like to sit down?" She sits on the two seat sofa to the right side of the cabin.
"Would you like a coffee?"
" Yes, please."
She studies the interior of the boat for a few moments while I unpack the shopping, put on the kettle and prepare the coffee machine. The grinder screams and startles her somewhat.
"Is nice." she states.
She stands and looks out of the windows.
"Ducks coming!" she beams as a pair of swans sail towards the boat.
They tap their beaks on the hull, seeking my attention. I slide the galley window open and toss them some bread crusts which I keep for them in a jar by the cooker.
"They are swans. Rosie and Erik. They come here every day."
She takes the jar from me and laughs as they raise their long necks to grab at the crusts. She feeds them in turn, delighted by the episode. They take the food from her outstretched, slender fingers. I am grateful to my friendly swans; they help to break the ice for us. I tell her all about them, how they came almost daily for something to eat. They also like cheese, I tell her;
"So do I." she replies.
We chatter for a while as we drink the coffee. We share an apple slice and then she tells me she needs a pee. I show her the rear cabin and the bathroom. I think she is somewhat surprised to see that I have closed the bedroom curtains. Every available flat surface has a candle burning in a coloured glass jar. I have about fifteen of them and they warm the cabin wonderfully. I leave her to do what she needs to do and sit back in the cabin, finishing my coffee. I notice it is ten twenty five.
After about five minutes I begin to wonder what is keeping her. I open the door to the bedroom and see that she is in bed, her clothes stacked in a neat pile on the chair. I don't need any further prompting so I undress with some haste. I throw my clothes in haphazard fashion on top of hers. I join her under the duvet. She has retained her pants. I think for a moment I had overstepped the mark by getting completely naked. She lays with her back to me and her head almost completely covered. I begin to stroke her back, her shoulders and her arms. This is the first physical contact Marika and I have, apart from my brief touch of her elbow as she boarded a short time ago. I don't want to rush things.
After a few minutes of my gentle caressing, Marika reaches back and lays her right hand on my thigh. I am stunned by her touch, so soft yet so intimate, closer to my hip than my knee. I have an erection you could use as scaffolding for the Forth Bridge. About thirty seconds later her hand slides down. She touches it. Such a gentle, soft stroke, almost unnoticed, but goodness, I react with a fearsome jerk. She takes the shaft in her hand and rolls over onto her back, retaining her gentle grip, not pulling, holding it, feeling the hardness. She looks at me and smiles; a shy, nervous smile.
My caresses move to her shoulders, her arms, down between her moderate breasts to her belly. I avoid her breasts until I am sure she is ready. Her nipples stand proud on her firm young breasts. She has wide pink aureoles with darker peaks in the centres.
"Kiss them."
So I do. I am oh so gentle as I place my lips at her right breast, stroking over the now hard nipple. Her reaction is immediate; she rolls further toward me and arches her back, pushing the firm flesh into my face. Her left hand holds the back of my head, guiding me from one to the other. Within moments she begins to murmur, a soft, gentle mewling sound as I increase the pressure and tempo of my movements on her breasts. My hands and mouth are busy now, toying with her erect nipples as she warms to the task. My right hand slides down her belly, across her hips and down her thighs, then back until my hand cups her pubis. I can feel the heat and dampness through the thin membrane of cotton.
Her hips come up off the bed and I take the hint. I slide the white slip of fabric down over her lean hips, down her legs. I feel her scissoring the offending article to the bottom of the bed. My hand returns and feels the wetness of her sex. Her legs fall open a little and my fingers slip between her full, canlı casino slippery lips. She groans as I part the lips further and begin to stroke on her protruding clitoris. I am gentle at first, then a little firmer, then faster and harder until she is moaning in my ear. My mouth continues to lap and suck at her breasts. I can feel a gentle tug on my penis. Her legs open a little wider apart.
I push a finger, gentle, slow and firm, into her vagina. It is tight, oh so tight as it slides past the muscle up to my knuckle. I wriggle it a little, flex it back and forth. She is tense but relaxing as I continue my ministration and manipulation. She pulls harder on my now iron hard penis, rolls her hips towards me and lifts her left leg over my hip. She draws me closer, turning until she can place the head of my cock on the lips of her pussy. She strokes her lips with the head and the feeling is exquisite. Her heat and wetness are driving me wild. I can smell her need for me, the faint, musky odour drifting from her warm centre.
"Put it in." she whispers.
With the slightest push of my hips, the head of my cock lodges inside her sweet vagina. We pause as she begins to squeeze with her ring of muscle on the swollen head. The sensation is almost too much to bear and I tell her to stop.
"Why?"
"Because I am close to coming."
She stops moving, relaxes her pussy and pushes me back a little with her gentle hand on my chest.
"You not come inside, I make baby."
So I tell her now my most intimate secret, something no-one else in the world knows about me. She looks somewhat skeptical and asks me to explain again why I had it done. As I continue to relate the story I can feel her vagina squeezing once again. I tell her that if she continues to do that I will come far too soon. Now she has rolled almost flat on her back and I roll with her. My cock buried deep inside her hot depths. She raises her left leg to rest her foot on my right hip. She continues to squeeze until I can't bear the fantastic sensation any longer. I have been inside her for about three minutes and I am not moving; she is looking in my eyes and loving every minute of it. Her eyes are laughing, as is she. Deep, sensual chuckles as she squeezes even harder. She knows that if she continues, I am going to come, and she does; harder, more rapid squeezing as she pulls my hips to her. I begin to come with a roar of appreciation, I look down at her sweet smiling face and spasm inside her. I jerk several rapid jets of cum within her and she laughs to see what she has done to me.
She pushes me off and lays me on my back, her left hand cups my balls, her right supports her head. Her long, almost blonde hair is hanging down over her smiling face. She brushes it aside, leans forwards and kisses me on the lips. It is a shy, tentative kiss, our first kiss. I let her set the pace, the pressure. She is experimenting with my somewhat full lips, nibbling and tugging on them with her lips. Then she nibbles with her teeth. Soon, we are into deep, French kisses. Our tongues are twisting and turning, exchanging saliva. She is still squeezing my balls. I have to avoid getting caught in her braces. I have the feeling she has done this kissing before and tell her so.
She stops and rolls away, laughing.
"I never kiss with Derek. He fuck with me two times when I eighteen. He very bad. He too big, you cock perfect. He hurt me down there. He more quick than you, less one minute quick. You gentle. I no like condom. I feel come inside me. I like it. Derek use condom. Make me feel nothing. He not a nice boy."
It is the longest conversation Marika has ever spoken to me. I am flattered, pleased and outrageously jealous that I am not her first lover. I correct her English and she repeats all my corrections. I have to go to the loo and pee, also to wash. I am away for about two minutes. When I return to the bedroom, Marika is lying on her side with the duvet over her head. I can hear her moaning. I can see that her legs are stretching and relaxing, straight down the bed. Her hands appear to be between her legs. In a moment, she is coming. Her body wracks and shudders as she comes. Her head appears above the duvet and she gasps for air, sighing as she relaxes. She opens her eyes, sees me watching and throws back the duvet, opens her arms to me and invites me back in next to her. We kiss for several minutes and smile at each other, like teenagers. But then that's what she is, a teenager.
"I come too!"
"I could have helped."
"I no need help, nothing, I squeeze pussy like I squeeze you. Put two fingers in. Make my leg crosses, I come. I come on bus, in school, on my bike, any places I like, every time I like. I squeeze, I come. Don't need you. Is OK, I like come like this, is good for me. Come every day this way. Since at school my friend she show me how. Is how girls do it, no? Know how you do it, Derek show me one time. I have my period so he gets it by myself."
I correct her grammar as she talks to me. We embrace and continue to talk, now about sex; what we like and don't like. I tell her I love oral sex and she tells me she knows nothing about it except Derek wanted her to suck it and she wouldn't. Too big, she tells me. I ask if he ever kissed her pussy and she laughs.