Marlies
She wore no make up (not that she really needed any), her auburn hair was cut short that summer, very elegant and very practical for a young woman who like to do sports.
She wore a decent gray skirt that hung loosely on her hips and that went to just below her knees. She wore white sneakers and pink socks. She also wore a plain white tee-shirt and an old denim jacket, because even though it was late June, it was not a warm day.
She parked her bicycle up against hedge and then then she opened the wrought iron gate and went up to the house and rang the doorbell.
“Hi,” she said, as the door was opened a little bit, “ it´s about the vacant room…
“Oh...yeah, come on in…
It was a man somewhere in his forties with a well kept beard that was turning gray, but in the right way. He wore black jeans and an immaculate white shirt.
“But...i am not really sure that you´ll be interested in the room, after all” he said over his should, while leading her through the large house.
“Oh, why not? It is ten minutes from the university…
They went up a short flight of stairs. As far as she could tell, they must be above the build in garage she had just been able to catch a glance of, from the street. The man opened the door on the top, stepped aside, to let her into the room first.
“Wow, it is a lovely rooooooooo”
The man had placed his hand on her hip as she passed him. She turned around, to face him. To look him in the eyes. His hand remained on her hip. She put her hand on his wrist, tried too push it off. That was not going to happen.
“My wife travels a lot…
“Oh!...that explains everything!” she said, ,sarcastically, between her teeth,” look at me...tell me that this is the EU and the year is 2019…
“Look, I am offering you a room, close to the uni and close to the city for just 150 Euro per month, but in stead of a deposit, I need access to your body for the next 24 hours...” he said, sounding surprisingly calm.
“Access…!” she almost spat at him. She knew that there was fire in her brown eyes by now.
“I´ll even pay for a re-coding of the locks...look, you´ll even have your own private entrance...but of cause, if you are not woman enough for a relatively simple task…
She took a deep breath.
“...But of cause, if you have something better on hand” he said and took a tiny step closer to the window, away from her and from the door. It took her a second or maybe three before she realized that she was free to go now.
“And we both know that this opportunity will not come back, not ever….
The man was not even looking at her. The rent would be less that half her budget for housing. The only problem was that she was not really a slut.
“Let me guess...you had long hair until a month or two ago, when it ended between you and your long time boyfriend...am I right?
She automatically put a hand on her neck. His guess was too close for comfort.
“You are young and very attractive...still very curious about sex, but not ready for another relationship...Now, take you skirt off, please….
“Just...just like that? She said, a little short of breath,” I mean, we have not even...been formally introduced…
“I am Paul…
“Marlies” she said, looking down.
“Very good, Marlies...Now take your skirt off…
“But…
“Now...or else you have to leave!”
There was a sudden strictness in his voice. She took a few steps backwards while her hands fumbled to find the buttons of the skirt. There they were, she opened them, pulled the zipper down and moaned softly as the skirt fell to the wooden floor. She took the smallest possible step, to get free of the fabric.
“Look, can I have something to drink, Paul?
“Sure...is beer fine?
“I would prefer red wine…
“Take your undies off first….
“Yes, Paul…” she gasped.
“And follow me…
She nodded and followed him, down the stairs, through the long corridor, through the hall, through another corridor and into a large kitchen. It was not before he was opening a bottle of red wine that she realized that her skirt was still in the room.
“You know, I am not...NOT a very promiscuous woman!” she said and folded her arms across her chest. She felt a bit stupid wearing a denim jacket, white tee-shirt and shoes but nothing else.
“You know” he mimicked as the cock was pulled off,” I bet that your recently ended relationship was with your first...real boyfriend…
She said nothing. Because it was true.
“How old are you, Marlies?
“I´m 22 and you, Paul?”
“I´ll be 50 next time…
She gasped as he began pouring the wine. She had been seeing a guy close to 30, right after the break-up, but technically, she had only had sex with one man, and he had hardly been that.
“Here..
“Thanks...”
She took the glass and drank nearly half in one large mouthful.
“I´m glad I didn´t open a Barolo...
She looked at him, took a second drink and then held the almost empty glass toward him. This time he only filled it about half. She held the glass high, but without drinking.
“And how do I know that you...that this will not happen every time I have to pay the rent?” she asked.
“My wife is an accountant...She will be very suspicious if the money is not on the right account at the right time and date..
“Good...”
“But it is another thing if you need a little spending cash..
She gasped and nearly threw the wine at him. But that would still leave her half naked and probably also without a place to live.
“I mean, you are young and very beautiful…
“Thank you” she interrupted, hoping to sound a little sarcastic.
“But you are also still...very curious about sex...there is probably many things that you´ve only heard about or perhaps seen on the internet…
“I don´t think that I am that...adventurous...” she said looking at the large, expensive looking kitchen. Her legs were close together.
“Nonsense, Marlies...I bet you sometimes dream about having an experienced man to control you...not all the time, just...now and then…
She said nothing.
“There is so much you want to try but it can be...difficult to talk to your next partner about it, because you need to build up trust in him and that can take months or even years…
Marlies drank a little wine. Watched him over the rim of the glass as he slowly came towards her.
“Also,” he continued,” it is kind of..exciting to find out...can you turn a married man crazy...make him risk it all, just to have sex with you…
“Ah” she said and put the glass on the kitchen counter as he put his large, warm hand on her belly, just below her t-shirt. She realized that this was the first time he had even touched her skin. Then she took her phone out of her pocket. Put it on “mute” and then left it on the counter as Paul slowly let his hand wander down her stomach. She grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter with both hands. Then she looked up at him, briefly, but his eyes were fixed between her legs.
“Can you...part your legs a little?
“yes…i think I can...
Again, her attempt to sound sarcastic were in vain. It was by then she realized something strange.
This bizarre situation was making her very, very horny!
There was no way that could be true. She was not at all into that kind of stuff!
She was into romantic, candle-lit dinners, that kind of stuff. Not standing semi-naked with some random middle-aged man in a luxurious kitchen in the middle of the day.
“No boy-friend, yet you are freshly shaven…?
“It´s 2019...most young women are” she replied sounding way calmer than she was. His four fingers were between her thighs now, not penetrating, not really caressing her, just being there.
“Wait…
“What, Marlies?
“It it too late to...regret our...arrangement, Paul?
“You can leave if you want to, but then someone else gets the room….
She let out a loud sigh and put both her hands on his underarm.
“I understand, but...well, will you need to...restrict my freedom?
“Dunno….that depends on you, I guess…
She gasped. Several of her friends had told about light bondage and she had read the entire “50 shades” series and had seen the first two films. But it had meant to be a secret fantasy and nothing more. Warm soft fingers gently parted her lower lips. A fingertip softly went inside her. She tried to muffle her gasp, but that was not really possible.
“Very wet...Almost as if you like your current role, Marlies…
She turned her face away from him, then leaned her body towards him. Suddenly he was behind her and he held his free hand out.
“Gimme your hands….
“Ahh, I...i don´t she said as she placed both her hands in his hand. He slowly closed his fist around her wrists. She closed her eyes.
“Better…
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. Her mouth was open a little. She was not sure if she could get her hands free. It was more exciting then she had ever expected it to be. She leaned back against him and hoped that she could trust him. She, a strong, independent young woman, in most respects a feminist, was ready to gain an unfair advantage by letting an older man have “access” to her body. If someone had presented this to her in a different setting, she would have been close to being sick, just hearing about it.
But this was different.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked. She shook her head. She could smell his aftershave. He smelled good. Spicy, classy, not the usual 2 or 3 fashionable scents that the young men she saw used.
“I think your pussy is wet, Marlies…
She gasped. His fingers gently parted her, a fingertip peeped inside. It was true, she was wet. She wanted to hide her face, but she couldn´t.
“It is!” he stated, making her blush even more. Two of his fingers slowly slid deep inside her. She tried, halfhearted, to see if she could get her hands free, but it was of cause in vain. To be honest, she would be disappointed had she succeeded.
“Would you like to have your freedom restricted?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever. She gasped. Her ex had never picked up on her hints of a little light bondage. This would of cause be completely different, since Paul was a total stranger.
“Temporarily, of cause...
His fingers slipped out of her with a wet sound. She struggled to turn around and he let her do so.
“Look at me, Paul!” she said and sounded far less stern than she had hoped for. He was at least 20 centimeters taller than she was. She forgot what she had wanted to say. Something sharp and sarcastic. He held two moist fingers to her lips. She looked up at him as she sucked at them.
“Do you want me to let you go, Marlies? He asked and loosened the grip around her wrists. She said nothing, his fingers were still in her mouth. Then she looked down. One quick jerk, then her hand would probably be free. She was not sure that she wanted to be available, as if she was a toy.
Yet, she also knew that she would regret it, should she do so. She was not very impulsive, at last not when it came to sex. He let the fingers slide out of her mouth.
“Look at me” he said. She did so. He had let go of her wrists, but she kept her hands up. Then it dawned on her, perhaps he was the one getting cold feet!
After all, #MeToo, was all over any thinkable media. She opened her fists, held the palms loosely together.
“This is only going to happen once” she said as her eyes began to wander.
“If you say so...Should I tie you up a little?”
She gasped. There was no way she was going to answer that question. She hid her face against his shoulder. Why did this rough treatment have to make her so damn...well, horny?
She was a moderate feminist, for crying out loud. This was against everything she believed in. She gasped into his shirt as his fingers penetrated her once more.
“I think that you´ve been dreaming about something like this…
“I am not going to answer that!” she replied, he voice
“Maybe we should add a few hours every time I let you come…
“I don´t...Come...very….easily….
“My wife won´t be home until Sunday evening...We have plenty of time...
Marlies gasped loudly. The palm of his hand was rubbing her clitoris in just the right way. Her face was in his armpit. She could sense a hint of his sweat on top of his cologne. Then it happened. He made her come and she felt weak and then he was embracing her and kissing the top of hear head and her forehead.
She wore a decent gray skirt that hung loosely on her hips and that went to just below her knees. She wore white sneakers and pink socks. She also wore a plain white tee-shirt and an old denim jacket, because even though it was late June, it was not a warm day.
She parked her bicycle up against hedge and then then she opened the wrought iron gate and went up to the house and rang the doorbell.
“Hi,” she said, as the door was opened a little bit, “ it´s about the vacant room…
“Oh...yeah, come on in…
It was a man somewhere in his forties with a well kept beard that was turning gray, but in the right way. He wore black jeans and an immaculate white shirt.
“But...i am not really sure that you´ll be interested in the room, after all” he said over his should, while leading her through the large house.
“Oh, why not? It is ten minutes from the university…
They went up a short flight of stairs. As far as she could tell, they must be above the build in garage she had just been able to catch a glance of, from the street. The man opened the door on the top, stepped aside, to let her into the room first.
“Wow, it is a lovely rooooooooo”
The man had placed his hand on her hip as she passed him. She turned around, to face him. To look him in the eyes. His hand remained on her hip. She put her hand on his wrist, tried too push it off. That was not going to happen.
“My wife travels a lot…
“Oh!...that explains everything!” she said, ,sarcastically, between her teeth,” look at me...tell me that this is the EU and the year is 2019…
“Look, I am offering you a room, close to the uni and close to the city for just 150 Euro per month, but in stead of a deposit, I need access to your body for the next 24 hours...” he said, sounding surprisingly calm.
“Access…!” she almost spat at him. She knew that there was fire in her brown eyes by now.
“I´ll even pay for a re-coding of the locks...look, you´ll even have your own private entrance...but of cause, if you are not woman enough for a relatively simple task…
She took a deep breath.
“...But of cause, if you have something better on hand” he said and took a tiny step closer to the window, away from her and from the door. It took her a second or maybe three before she realized that she was free to go now.
“And we both know that this opportunity will not come back, not ever….
The man was not even looking at her. The rent would be less that half her budget for housing. The only problem was that she was not really a slut.
“Let me guess...you had long hair until a month or two ago, when it ended between you and your long time boyfriend...am I right?
She automatically put a hand on her neck. His guess was too close for comfort.
“You are young and very attractive...still very curious about sex, but not ready for another relationship...Now, take you skirt off, please….
“Just...just like that? She said, a little short of breath,” I mean, we have not even...been formally introduced…
“I am Paul…
“Marlies” she said, looking down.
“Very good, Marlies...Now take your skirt off…
“But…
“Now...or else you have to leave!”
There was a sudden strictness in his voice. She took a few steps backwards while her hands fumbled to find the buttons of the skirt. There they were, she opened them, pulled the zipper down and moaned softly as the skirt fell to the wooden floor. She took the smallest possible step, to get free of the fabric.
“Look, can I have something to drink, Paul?
“Sure...is beer fine?
“I would prefer red wine…
“Take your undies off first….
“Yes, Paul…” she gasped.
“And follow me…
She nodded and followed him, down the stairs, through the long corridor, through the hall, through another corridor and into a large kitchen. It was not before he was opening a bottle of red wine that she realized that her skirt was still in the room.
“You know, I am not...NOT a very promiscuous woman!” she said and folded her arms across her chest. She felt a bit stupid wearing a denim jacket, white tee-shirt and shoes but nothing else.
“You know” he mimicked as the cock was pulled off,” I bet that your recently ended relationship was with your first...real boyfriend…
She said nothing. Because it was true.
“How old are you, Marlies?
“I´m 22 and you, Paul?”
“I´ll be 50 next time…
She gasped as he began pouring the wine. She had been seeing a guy close to 30, right after the break-up, but technically, she had only had sex with one man, and he had hardly been that.
“Here..
“Thanks...”
She took the glass and drank nearly half in one large mouthful.
“I´m glad I didn´t open a Barolo...
She looked at him, took a second drink and then held the almost empty glass toward him. This time he only filled it about half. She held the glass high, but without drinking.
“And how do I know that you...that this will not happen every time I have to pay the rent?” she asked.
“My wife is an accountant...She will be very suspicious if the money is not on the right account at the right time and date..
“Good...”
“But it is another thing if you need a little spending cash..
She gasped and nearly threw the wine at him. But that would still leave her half naked and probably also without a place to live.
“I mean, you are young and very beautiful…
“Thank you” she interrupted, hoping to sound a little sarcastic.
“But you are also still...very curious about sex...there is probably many things that you´ve only heard about or perhaps seen on the internet…
“I don´t think that I am that...adventurous...” she said looking at the large, expensive looking kitchen. Her legs were close together.
“Nonsense, Marlies...I bet you sometimes dream about having an experienced man to control you...not all the time, just...now and then…
She said nothing.
“There is so much you want to try but it can be...difficult to talk to your next partner about it, because you need to build up trust in him and that can take months or even years…
Marlies drank a little wine. Watched him over the rim of the glass as he slowly came towards her.
“Also,” he continued,” it is kind of..exciting to find out...can you turn a married man crazy...make him risk it all, just to have sex with you…
“Ah” she said and put the glass on the kitchen counter as he put his large, warm hand on her belly, just below her t-shirt. She realized that this was the first time he had even touched her skin. Then she took her phone out of her pocket. Put it on “mute” and then left it on the counter as Paul slowly let his hand wander down her stomach. She grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter with both hands. Then she looked up at him, briefly, but his eyes were fixed between her legs.
“Can you...part your legs a little?
“yes…i think I can...
Again, her attempt to sound sarcastic were in vain. It was by then she realized something strange.
This bizarre situation was making her very, very horny!
There was no way that could be true. She was not at all into that kind of stuff!
She was into romantic, candle-lit dinners, that kind of stuff. Not standing semi-naked with some random middle-aged man in a luxurious kitchen in the middle of the day.
“No boy-friend, yet you are freshly shaven…?
“It´s 2019...most young women are” she replied sounding way calmer than she was. His four fingers were between her thighs now, not penetrating, not really caressing her, just being there.
“Wait…
“What, Marlies?
“It it too late to...regret our...arrangement, Paul?
“You can leave if you want to, but then someone else gets the room….
She let out a loud sigh and put both her hands on his underarm.
“I understand, but...well, will you need to...restrict my freedom?
“Dunno….that depends on you, I guess…
She gasped. Several of her friends had told about light bondage and she had read the entire “50 shades” series and had seen the first two films. But it had meant to be a secret fantasy and nothing more. Warm soft fingers gently parted her lower lips. A fingertip softly went inside her. She tried to muffle her gasp, but that was not really possible.
“Very wet...Almost as if you like your current role, Marlies…
She turned her face away from him, then leaned her body towards him. Suddenly he was behind her and he held his free hand out.
“Gimme your hands….
“Ahh, I...i don´t she said as she placed both her hands in his hand. He slowly closed his fist around her wrists. She closed her eyes.
“Better…
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. Her mouth was open a little. She was not sure if she could get her hands free. It was more exciting then she had ever expected it to be. She leaned back against him and hoped that she could trust him. She, a strong, independent young woman, in most respects a feminist, was ready to gain an unfair advantage by letting an older man have “access” to her body. If someone had presented this to her in a different setting, she would have been close to being sick, just hearing about it.
But this was different.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked. She shook her head. She could smell his aftershave. He smelled good. Spicy, classy, not the usual 2 or 3 fashionable scents that the young men she saw used.
“I think your pussy is wet, Marlies…
She gasped. His fingers gently parted her, a fingertip peeped inside. It was true, she was wet. She wanted to hide her face, but she couldn´t.
“It is!” he stated, making her blush even more. Two of his fingers slowly slid deep inside her. She tried, halfhearted, to see if she could get her hands free, but it was of cause in vain. To be honest, she would be disappointed had she succeeded.
“Would you like to have your freedom restricted?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever. She gasped. Her ex had never picked up on her hints of a little light bondage. This would of cause be completely different, since Paul was a total stranger.
“Temporarily, of cause...
His fingers slipped out of her with a wet sound. She struggled to turn around and he let her do so.
“Look at me, Paul!” she said and sounded far less stern than she had hoped for. He was at least 20 centimeters taller than she was. She forgot what she had wanted to say. Something sharp and sarcastic. He held two moist fingers to her lips. She looked up at him as she sucked at them.
“Do you want me to let you go, Marlies? He asked and loosened the grip around her wrists. She said nothing, his fingers were still in her mouth. Then she looked down. One quick jerk, then her hand would probably be free. She was not sure that she wanted to be available, as if she was a toy.
Yet, she also knew that she would regret it, should she do so. She was not very impulsive, at last not when it came to sex. He let the fingers slide out of her mouth.
“Look at me” he said. She did so. He had let go of her wrists, but she kept her hands up. Then it dawned on her, perhaps he was the one getting cold feet!
After all, #MeToo, was all over any thinkable media. She opened her fists, held the palms loosely together.
“This is only going to happen once” she said as her eyes began to wander.
“If you say so...Should I tie you up a little?”
She gasped. There was no way she was going to answer that question. She hid her face against his shoulder. Why did this rough treatment have to make her so damn...well, horny?
She was a moderate feminist, for crying out loud. This was against everything she believed in. She gasped into his shirt as his fingers penetrated her once more.
“I think that you´ve been dreaming about something like this…
“I am not going to answer that!” she replied, he voice
“Maybe we should add a few hours every time I let you come…
“I don´t...Come...very….easily….
“My wife won´t be home until Sunday evening...We have plenty of time...
Marlies gasped loudly. The palm of his hand was rubbing her clitoris in just the right way. Her face was in his armpit. She could sense a hint of his sweat on top of his cologne. Then it happened. He made her come and she felt weak and then he was embracing her and kissing the top of hear head and her forehead.
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