I entered an August morning in a cafe.
I sat down at a table, browsing my agenda. A waitress took my order – a simple coffee and a sandwich that were brought in almost 5 minutes.
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I did not pay any attention until the moment I consumed everything, I got up to pay. I saw then that she was a girl who looked 20-21 years old, tall, thin and very beautiful. She had long, reddish hair and pale skin, a little freckled. I paid, I left in haste. That day, later, I realized I was missing my glasses. I remembered that I had left them on the coffee table. When I came back to look for them there, another girl replied with regret that she knew nothing about my glasses.
– Maybe my colleague Nadia can help you. Her shift is tomorrow morning.
The next day, indeed, Nadia returned my glasses. I thanked her and she answered me without talking, with a shy smile. Before she returned to her affairs, she caught my eye with that hot face and deep eyes. That was all. But I had to be shocked in a few days at the start of the new school year. I was going to teach in the 12th grade, instead of a retired professor because of a heart disease. I was silently amazed, finding the same beautiful face. I tried to assure myself that I was not confused, but I was not wrong – the name was the same, Nadia. Nadia V. herself was hiding with great effort the amazement that she was also having. Curious, I glanced at the catalog. She was 18 years old, she was a student with excellent results, among the best in the class, including English, I would convince myself later. An intelligent young girl, shy and so different from the other gallant and insolent high school students. Although I rarely allowed myself to admire her physically, I could not help seeing the charms with delight. She was having a body of slightly defined shapes, an almost grown woman, with green eyes, full and exciting lips, a fine neck and a graceful position. Only my reason stopped me from showing my interest earlier than I intended. The professor’s hypostasis forced me to be moral for the time being. I faced to myself that I was getting more and more attracted to her every day despite the fact that she did not provoke me. Time passed and it started to seem normal to be attracted to that face that was sitting daily under my eyes and I felt more and more threatened by the temptation of her innocent charm. I often played the question – how would she react if I would surprise her with a tender gesture approaching her back and kissing her cheek and neck? I would have liked her to be scared and reject me for a moment then, after watching me bewildered, to let me kiss her for a few moments, overwhelmed and tinged by her gentleness. For me it was an enigma how I managed to keep my temper and concentration around her while my imagination was filled with those images in which I was fondling her, touching her and kissing her in the most passionate way.
One evening it happened to meet her in the city – I was leaving a library, she was leaving the Theater. I remarked she was alone. I had a special twist on seeing her, I could not be indifferent to her image different from the one I was used to-now: she was wearing high heeled shoes, a discreet shade of lipstick, and a pale, black coat that was highlighted by her warm, copper-colored hair. She was always dressed in jeans, sweaters, closed blooms, and of course without makeup. For the first time, I felt right to admire her as a beautiful woman. My exquisite smile gave her that meaning and I think that it flattered her more than any compliment. Without hesitation, I invited her to a tea. It started to rain. I felt like she wanted us to sit face to face, to lose ourselves among the strangers and talk about all sorts of things. I felt wonderful in her company, even talking about banality. She was natural, with the lack of cheap challenges and unnecessary shrieks I used to encounter with other women. It was not easy for me to hide how much I wanted to feel her capitulating, giving up my passionate kisses. That night, although I was very afraid of her reaction, I finally told her that I like her, I appreciate her, how much she attracts me, how obsessively I am about her. She stared at me without words, without breath. Only in her eyes I read the strong emotions that silenced her. She was trembling as if she was cold. When I hugged her, she stuck to me as I smelled and caressed her hair, being excited about the warm and silky skin she had under her clothes.
– God … I thought that only I feel that, she whispered interrupted, putting her head on my shoulder … If you knew how I love you and how much, she continued !
Her words removed any fear that I was only seducing her – she was, therefore, in love with me. I understood she was prepared for the way she answered my voluptuous kiss. She let me stretch her on the bed and undress her. She was smiling happy, euphoric. I was lit by the desire for her body to reveal itself to me. I sucked her satin skin and I enjoyed her tender nipples. She struggled slightly when I began to touch them with my tongue and then I caught them, pushing them more and more into my mouth. When I wanted to remove her panties, she suddenly opened her eyes and caught my hand between the strained pulp. Intrigued, I asked her what was going on.
– You are afraid?
– No …
After that, swallowing in silence, she confessed she was a virgin.
– I know, baby, I replied, trying to relax her.
I felt her velvet lashes pulsing and screaming hot in my palm as I kissed her. Slowly, her loins slowly slid open. I undressed and I leaned over her. She got scared with my strong erection, but her legs warmed my hips. She stared at me in the eye, giving me everything she had. In one movement I strayed the delicate wave of her virginity. Waves of pleasure flooded my senses. I had never made love with a virgin, but no other woman in my past, nor the most sophisticated mistress made me feel that way … An unreal happiness enveloped me as I ejaculated in the strait of her tight and righteous vagina. ..
She was staying in silence under me, and I saw a small tear flowing into the corner of her left eye. I kissed it and then I kissed her forehead, trying to make her calm down . She started to tremble and did not say anything.
– You are fine?
– Yes I’m good!
I came out of her vagina and I began to caress her, to be gentle with her.
– I love you, beautiful woman!
