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I hope you appreciate the appended story. If you have any alterations to suggest, please contact me by e-mail.

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The Girl in the Cottage


She was dressed in jeans and a baggy blue sweatshirt, all too big
for her. But she was cute in a way, perhaps 30, a freckled girl
with big eyes. She told him she was married to a German. How is
that? Oh, we married when I was 17, she said and smiled. Hes so
considerate. Too considerate? She quickly looked away. And after
an hour of personal histories and joking the train pulled at the
station and they parted. He picked up his suitcase and said: Nice
seeing you. She said: Usually its such a boring... She left the
sentence unfinished. And? he said waiting. I will stay in a
cottage down by the coast, if youre around, she said. Oh, I have
a hell of a lot of work to do, he said. I dont know... You can
have my number, she said in a small voice. In case... Then she
bit her lip. He just nodded, being late already.

The chestnut tree was visible from the road. You could hear the
sea nearby but the cottage lay embedded in lilacs and old apple
trees. Two rooms on the ground floor, not more, and perhaps some
chambers in the attic  A pair of riding boots stood on a chair in
the kitchen, the chair protected with a copy of the local
newspaper. She seemed embarrassed. Its not much of a house, she
said, but its fine with me. Simply dressed, a striped white
blouse, a mauve corduroy skirt and sandals. She had a nice
slender body, not very tall. 120 pounds? He was a lot bigger. She
put tea in a kettle. Wheres the horse? he said. You just passed
the stable, she said. The farm just up the road.

She prepared some sandwiches, roast with horseradish cream,
Stilton. He stood behind her watching. So youre on vacation? he
asked. Not really, she said. Im supposed to prepare for my exam.
And you are not? She hesitated. I brought my books, she said and
turned around. You take the plate and Ill bring the tea. She had
some cream on her lips. He put his left hand on her shoulder and
carefully wiped it off with his thumb. She reacted with a slight
tremor. I am hungry, he said. They went into the little
sittingroom, she with the kettle and he with the sandwiches.

You love your husband? Yes , I do, she said. There are ... She
didnt finish.

The night was falling. She lit a candle and her eyes shone from
the sofa. She had her feet pulled up under her, shoes off, and
sipped carefully, as if the tea was still hot. Now, what about
that horse? he asked. She told him and he looked her over. She
wore no make up. No bra either, at least he didnt feel any straps
when he touched her in the kitchen. He looked at her knees and
she pulled on the skirt, as if it was too short. More tea? she
asked. No thanks. Are you leaving? No, he said with a smile. She
might have blushed, it was hard to see, but she bit her lip again
and then smiled back and stretched out, looking at her toes. The
nails were painted red. Not yet, he said.

He silently watched her. She noticed the cup was empty and put it
back on the table.

Stand up, he said from his armchair. What? She sat up. I want to
see what you look like. Im not special in any way, she said. Oh
you are, he said. She thought about it, then with a quick smile
she rose and posed for him like a little girl. Shall I turn
around? She was beautiful, but not conscious of it. Yes, he said.
You cant order me around like a puppet, she said. I just did, he
said. She turned, hands pressed to her thighs. She didnt shave
her legs, as far as he could see. Come over, he said. She walked
like Chaplin. He felt her body heat. And now? Turn around. She
hesitated for a few seconds, than turned. He put his hand on the
inside of her knee and felt her slowly up the thigh. She gasped
and stiffened. She didnt shave. He let go of her and she turned
around, not playing little girl anymore. Raise your skirt, he
said. No, she said somewhat heatedly. You are using me ... like a
toy. He looked her straight in the eyes. Yes I am. He was all
matter of fact now.

If you dont want me here, I can leave, he said. She hesitated.
You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life,
and I want you to raise your skirt for me. Please. Her shiny eyes
were trying to keep his fixed while she weighed the pro and cons.
Okay, he said with a smile and moved as to rise. I am sorry if I
offended you... No, she whispered, wait. Her arms outstretched as
to stop him from leaving. She took a deep breath and composed
herself, then she started to pull at the rim of her skirt, one
inch at a time. He stared intently at a spot between her legs.
She paused. Go on, he said impatiently. She kept her thighs
pressed together. She lifted her skirt to the waist. Small white
panties she wore, sheer and latticed. Then she let it down again.
Now she was really blushing. 

She was breathing through the mouth. Was that so terrible? he
asked. She shook her head. He rose, put one arm around her waist
and stroke the hair off her forehead. The skin was slightly damp
from perspiration. He leaned forward and took off her skirt. It
fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. He sat down again.
Now for your panties, he said softly. As she didnt move he put a
hand on her knee and let it slide up the inside of the thigh,
though not all the way. Her knees parted just a little, just half
an inch or so. She didnt resist. Her breathing became heavier.
You are a horny little girl, arent you? Now, take off your
panties. 

No, she said. I dont want to tear them off, he said. Cant we go
to bed? Yes, I will carry you there in due time, he said. His
hand slipped up her back and the front, he felt her breast
through the blouse. Your nipples are at attention, he said and
squeezed one of them through the blouse. She cringed but didnt
cry out. He squeezed it harder, she gasped and bucked but still
didnt withdraw. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Her
legs were trembling. Take them off, he said. She quickly put her
thumbs inside the waist and pulled them down to her knees. She
had a small brown tuft on her mound, natural, not shaved. He felt
her and held up two fingers for her to smell. You are the wettest
cunt I have met in years, he said. Taste yourself. He put the
fingers in her mouth. Suck. She sucked his fingers, eyes shut,
his other hand feeling her. Wet sounds, her juices were flowing.
Please fuck me, she whispered. 

You didnt want me considerate. Right? She nodded. Tears came to
her eyes. Sit in my knee, he said. He kissed her and she
responded by putting her arms around his neck and press herself
against him. Do you suck cock that way too? he teased. Not
really, she said, I am not that kind of girl. He had one hand
between her legs and kissed her from time to time. She curled up
in his knee. Have you ever been spanked? he asked. What? You are
going to beat me? she said. That was not the question, he said.
Once or twice when I was a little girl. Nothing serious. You are
still a little girl, he said. Kiss me, she said.

He rose from his chair and went into the bedroom with the girl in
his arms. He laid her down on her back with her legs over the
edge. He fetched the pillows and put them under her bottom. She
followed him with her eyes, blouse on and naked from the waist
down, legs slightly apart. Her pussy looked like a peach, but it
had opened and was all wet. He opened his fly and entered her in
one swift stroke. She reached for him but he kept her down. Red
flames was on her cheek and neck. He didnt rush, he waited at the
entrance and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. She was
very tight, and she could hardly take all of him. She winced when
she did, but also tried to lift her hips to meet him. When she
started to tremble he withdrew, she said please but he just
turned her around and entered her from behind. He fucked her
harder now, pressing her down in the bed. She was covered by him.
His hand found her breasts. She was all trembling and suddenly
she moaned and then convulsed. He ceased moving, just lay there
waiting. When the panting subsided he started to fuck her again,
slowly at first, then picking up pace. When the trembling began
and he sensed she was on her way he pumped her violently, then
growled and fell down on top of her. 

They didnt move and didnt talk, for a minute or two the just lay
there as dolphins stranded. He still in his trousers and shirt,
she with her blouse wet from sweat and wrinkled. I havent... in
years, she began. He rolled off and put a finger on her lips.
Dont talk, he said, clean me up. She didnt understand. He took
her by the neck and pushed her down to his cock, red and swollen
but softer now. No, she said, I dont want ... He slapped her,
first on the right cheek, then on the left. Now, clean me up. He
forced his cock into her mouth and after a while she started to
lick and suck. He kept his hand on her head until she was
finished, than had her to clean his balls. 

Afterwards he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. She kept
her arms crossed across her breasts, but didnt bother to cover
her pussy. It was still wet and semen was trickling down the
thigh and to the the sheets. To be such a horny girl you are
quite a prude, arent you, he said. You forced me, she said. There
was anger in her voice. Well, you wouldnt find that out on your
own, would you? he said. Now you know. He stood up. Thanks for
the tea, girl.

She heard the car start and back out on the road. The headlight
swept over the ceiling of the bedroom and he was gone.


SORENSEN


Note: I explore the ways men and women are attracted to each
other. As English is not my native tongue, and as the subject is
rather intricate, I would appreciate comments on the text to <a
href="mailto:ellbm@altavista.net">ellbm@altavista.net</a>. I am
working on a continuation.


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