The Narrative of an Elderly Lady
We are young. Well-off. Fortunate. Who?... Me and my girlfriend. On a huge ocean liner, we are on a cruise across the Atlantic. We met an elderly Lady. Or rather, she approached us first, hearing Russian speech.
It turned out she has Russian roots. An excellent conversationalist. Her command of the "Chekhovian" Russian language is something any Russian could envy.
One day, while observing a young, cooing couple, we touched upon the topic of marriage. The topic of chastity before marriage.
"Today, it's considered a feat if a girl preserves her chastity until the wedding; in your time, you probably got married as virgins?" my girlfriend asked the elderly Lady.
"Alright then, girls,
I'll tell you my marriage story. It's a sad, but very stirring story.My parents emigrated to England during the revolution. That's where I was born. My father died. My mother and I were left alone. We were on the verge of bankruptcy. My mother, a woman who considered herself practical, decided to improve our financial situation by marrying me off to an elderly, wealthy man.
I will narrate my marriage to you in the third person. The elderly woman's eyes grew misty, she sank into memories... By that time, the mother had already made inquiries about her daughter's future husband and deeply regretted agreeing to such a scheme. She understood that refusing the marriage would badly affect the reputation of her daughter, who had barely reached adulthood. Therefore, she tried to brighten her daughter's last hours before the forced marriage by allowing her to meet with her good and handsome young man, who unfortunately was not born into a wealthy family. After she was informed of the upcoming wedding, he practically never left his beloved. They spent a lot of time together, walked in the park, held hands, but in public, of course, they behaved chastely so as not to tarnish the girl's honest name. However, in private, a real fire ignited between them.
Childhood friends, having barely reached sexual maturity, constantly sought solitude to touch each other. Their feelings were as bright as a July dawn and as unquenchable as the Earth's magma. They burned when touching each other, shrank into a ball and spread across the entire area of the Universe. They were insanely good together, but their happiness was not destined to come true and become eternal.
They grew up, looking at and touching each other with more interest. But neither of them allowed themselves anything extra, either due to natural timidity or simple inexperience. The young man could only occasionally allow himself to enjoy the sight of his beloved girlfriend's firm and full breasts, and also to slightly delight her nipples with the caresses of his tongue. But that was all. Full stop. Both were left with a feeling of dissatisfaction after such meetings, but neither dared to violate sacred chastity. But only until a certain point.
The last week before her ill-fated wedding was underway. A gloomy, rainy autumn had set in, and along with the raindrops, drops of bitter tears streamed down the girl's cheeks. That evening, they sat locked in a room of her mother's estate, and he was once again comforting his beloved. At one point, to prevent a beginning hysterical fit, the young man pressed his lips to the girl's, and his tongue passionately entered her mouth. As never before, the lovers felt a thirst for union... Patience was almost gone. He tightly pressed the fragile body of his beloved to himself, stroked her back, played with her hair with his slender fingers. The scent of his beloved girl evoked both delight and passion in him. The couple, just out of adolescence, caressed each other as best they could—clumsily, with a certain naivety and innocence.
They desperately realized their imminent parting, and therefore became extraordinarily bold. Where had her chastity gone when she tenderly licked her beloved's neck and chest? Had it hidden beneath the impudent blush increasingly appearing on her cheeks? Only these two knew about that. The girl unbuttoned her beloved's shirt, gradually lowering her lips down his chest. She felt how fervently his heart was beating, how heavily he was breathing, how his voice grew hoarse, urging her not to stop. Today she decided to try the same thing He had been doing to her all last year, secretly from everyone—she took his small nipple into her mouth. It turned out it reacted to touch almost the same way as his beloved's breasts did—it hardened. How many interesting things were stored on the unexplored male body.
She pressed his face to her clitoris, her vagina, so he could fully absorb all her juices. Her legs squeezed his head, not letting him pull away.
After She quieted down, He lay down beside her. He began stroking her golden hair. The lovers didn't need any words to understand each other, so the girl herself began to take the initiative, wanting to thank her beloved and, at the same time, to study the male body. She clumsily pulled down his trousers, exposing his erect, rigid penis. The sight of that powerful, veined shaft mesmerized her for a moment. It simultaneously frightened, embarrassed, and seemed to compel her to touch it. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, began instinctively moving her hand up and down, gently stroking the excited flesh.
When she squeezed the head, a drop of clear fluid emerged from the small opening, and her beloved moaned with pleasure. No, he wasn't coming yet, it was just pre-ejaculate, but what strong emotions he was experiencing at that moment. She grew bolder and squeezed the penis tighter, continuing to move up and down, now pulling back the foreskin and exposing the head, now covering it, as if shyly hiding the most sensitive spot. (Specially for .org — ) He restrained himself as much as he could, but when her impudent, wet little tongue touched his frenulum, he seemed to go mad and groaned hoarsely. Never in his life had he experienced such sensations, even when trying to stimulate himself to ejaculation. He felt her warm and excited breath on the head of his penis, and it seemed this process was also greatly arousing her.
The elderly Lady fell silent... Her face changed. It seemed to us to have transformed, grown younger. Only the wrinkles near her eyes revealed her age.
"And then, what happened then?" we asked simultaneously, with impatience and strong excitement.
"Then..." She paused for a minute.
"That's the sad part of the story, I doubt my new young girlfriends would like it!"
We noticed she instantly aged about 20 years.
"Alright, I'll tell you next time. I promise... my young, beautiful girls.."