Elena was a wonderful young woman when I met her, not that I could really understand much of what she was saying.
Elena was a strange one, she wasn’t your typical beauty and she had a way about her, a glint in her eye that you couldn’t quite place. She was the child of a Catholic German father and a Jewish Czechoslovakian mother. They met when the Germans settled in Czechoslovakia and fell in love, much to the disgust of her parents, pregnant by a man who quickly fell out of love and chose not to stay around when he discovered the fact.
Her upbringing was chaotic. Men passed into her mother’s life for short spells, none staying and leaving positive impressions, but that was what made her who she was, she was the complete opposite.
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The young woman was a little shy. She had offered her home to me when I was staying in her country, reporting on what was going on in Czechoslovakia in the change of president, oh, I was a journalist reporting for a British newspaper under a male pseudonym. Elena had offered me her spare room when I had travelled over and my accommodation plans fell through. She had seen me loitering dejectedly upon a street corner in my smartest clothes, my luggage by my side and my hair with more than a few strands going haywire.
Her concerned look told me that I was not holding together as well as I had hoped in this tricky situation.
“You need help?” she asked with a furrowed brow.
“I have no place to sleep,” I replied, hoping she understood.
I watched as she looked around to see who was near and then she thought for a moment, “Come.” She took my luggage and carried it with her, leaving me following behind her flowing blonde hair pondering where on earth I was going.
We passed along a cobbled street for a few moments, with houses becoming sparser and a lot smaller as we went along, before stopping at the second house from the end, where the cobbles turned into a dirt track path. The house was tiny, a bungalow with only four small rooms, a plain wooden door and deep walls with tiny windows.
She pushed the door open and we went into the surprisingly warm main room where she set my baggage down and gestured for me to sit, and I felt my feet sigh with relief. I leant against the backrest of the chair and allowed my head to rest against the wall.
There was a gentle tap on my shoulder and I realised I must have drifted into a light slumber. I looked round into the brown eyes and slender nose of this person, so new to me still, as she held a small teacup in her hands, filled with delicious smelling liquid, tea! I supped from the cup, savouring the hot, sweet liquid. She seemed to know exactly how I like my tea.
When I had finished (with a smile) she took my hand and showed me her dwelling, the four rooms consisted of the living room, which had a few chairs, a small table and some board games, the kitchen, which had a bath, a stove, a small door leading to a pantry, and a fireplace that was keeping the house warm, and two small bedrooms. The toilet was a shack outside. This was where she grew up. One room hers, one, her mothers, the latter of which was a little more dusty and unused. I presumed her mother had passed away or left on a journey, but didn’t ask.
It was late in the evening and I was weary after my days travel. The girl introduced herself to me as Elena, and told me what she could about herself in her rudimentary English. She was 22, her mother had died last year, and she had no family and wanted to go somewhere new, nothing was keeping her here.
She walked me to her mother’s vacant room and retired to her own bed after hugging me and making me feel safe, comforted by her friendly presence.
I dressed for bed and pulled back the sheets, slipping under them and staring up. There was a window with a few cobwebs in the corner, but I could still see out into the starry sky. I lay there a while until I drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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When I awoke the next morning, I was refreshed and calm, smelling tea brewing and fresh bread. I dressed quickly, not sorting my hair or make up just yet and went to the kitchen to see Elena in all her breath-taking glory. She was magnificent, dressed in just her briefs and sashaying around the kitchen, her hair twirling around her, brushing against her medium sized breasts. The sight of her made something in me stir.
I watched her a little while longer in silence; she danced to the music in her head.
“Hello Elena,” I said, smiling. She stopped still and turned with a look of mortification on her face as a blush covered her body.
“Adriana…I am sorry. I forgot you were here.”
“I don’t mind. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
It was true, her waist was narrow, but her hips were a little wider. She had curves but they only made her more appealing. I had never considered being with a woman before, but after seeing Elena, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her.
I wanted to run my hands over her body. I needed to feel her skin pressed against mine, though, I could hardly tell her that.
She ran from the room and came back, still blushing, wearing the same clothes she had worn yesterday, and served some tea with warm bread for breakfast.
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Shortly after, I left the house, and went to start my report. Most of the work I was doing in my week-long visit was to see what the atmosphere was like, see how people were reacting. I would write up my piece when I returned home and have it delivered to the office.
I found myself done with what I needed by the end of three days stay with Elena, but she refused to let me leave, instead wanting to show me more of her small town. We walked round to the shops and she showed me something that she wanted to buy, but didn’t. I snuck back into that shop when she was talking to one of the residents and bought it for her, hiding it deep in my bag so she wouldn’t find it.
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It was my last night, and Elena would not take money from me as payment for letting me stay with her, so instead, I handed her the soft item of clothing that she had fawned over in town. Her eyes went wide and she was speechless. I smiled and looked as she held it up to herself and twirled round in happiness.
“I want to come with you Adriana.”
“What do you mean Elena?”
“England. I want to come with you.”
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Elena it turns out had very few possessions; she would be able to fit her clothes into one of my overnight bags. Her house would be looked over by the man she had been chatting to in the town. We set off carrying the luggage with us, heading to the train station so we could begin our journey back to England.
I purchased two tickets for the second class carriage and we took our seats, slamming the door and stretching out over the seats a little.
I looked at her, sitting there, with that excited glint in her eye, watching as the train took up steam and we went on our way, the world speeding past as we relaxed. The trolley pushed along with a small selection of food stopped by and Elena decided on our sandwiches and I paid.
Elena must have never left her small town before, so seeing the vast expanse of world rolling past her she kept emitting small sounds of delight as we went through fields, past lakes and carried on our journey.
Eventually the rhythm of the train and carriage passing over the polished rails caused her to fall asleep, her head against the rest. I opened up my overnight bag and covered her in her long jumper to keep her warm as she dozed. As I moved in close to her to place it against her, I felt the sudden overwhelming desire to kiss her, and pressed my lips softly to hers. She stirred a little and opened her eyes, smiling and kissing me back softly.
I settled down beside her and rested my head on her shoulder, her hand in mine as we drifted to sleep.
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When we woke, we were ready to board the small boat back across to England.
We boarded and settled into the cabin. There was only one bed and so I let Elena sleep. All the excitement of going to a new place had exhausted her and so she settled down, sleeping in just her underwear, as I had learned that she always does.
Whilst she slept, I caught up on what had happened in England during the time I had been working, reading in old newspapers. It became boring after a while when I could still taste her against my lips, feel her hand in mine.
She was so close, I could just reach out and touch her, but on the boat I would have to settle for watching her steady breathing from under the thin blanket that was draped across her body, not quite covering all of her.
I lifted one leg over the chair arm and leaned back a little, pulling my skirt up over my thighs and teased my fingers over my panties, feeling the dampness that was underneath them seeping through. Pushing them aside, I trailed a finger across my wet flesh and around my hard little nub, enjoying the beautiful friction and the pleasure it brought me.
It wasn’t long before my heart rate had increased, my breathing had become rapid and two of my well-manicured fingers were plunged deep inside me, and I sighed out her name as my orgasm erupted, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to wake her.
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The next morning came around quickly and we were in English waters, ready for Elena to set foot on new ground. I had woken before her and applied some lipstick and the best clothes I had with me. I hadn’t told Elena about my parent’s wealth, and my desire to make my own reputation, though I did accept the house that they had offered to me so that I could start working in the city and pay them back later.
We grabbed our luggage and made our way up to the car that was waiting for us. I had already left my car there ready for my return so that I could get back to my residence easily.
I put the luggage in the back of the car and opened the door for Elena before going and taking my position behind the wheel.
The drive from the coast to my city house didn’t take too long, but I slowed down so that Elena could take in the scenery, as England really is very beautiful. When we pulled up onto the road outside, she was stunned. The difference in our living arrangements was notable. Where her house was small and cosy, I realised that mine suddenly felt too large, empty and cold. I had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, back room, inside toilet, separate bathroom and large windows that let lots of light in.
As she walked through the door, she wandered round, gliding her hand along all the surfaces, memorising them underneath her fingers. There were photos of my parents around the house, she looked at them and smiled, placing them back where they were and resting her head on my shoulder.
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After she had been with me for a few days, I decided that I should treat her again. There was a dance coming up and I decided to take her to buy a new dress and some nice clothes. When she emerged after putting on her dress and shoes, having her hair curled into big loops and a little make-up applied, she was glowing before my eyes; she had never been more radiant.
Our chaperones had arrived to take us to the dance and be our partners for the night, but I could barely look at my chaperone Andrew, and was insanely jealous of Robert who was clearly enjoying being near someone so beautiful.
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When we were dropped back at my house, Andrew and Robert bade us goodnight and left. Elena took my hand as she walked along the hallway; her grasp of English was getting better, and she turned and pulled me close to her.
We stood and danced to music that nobody else could hear for a while, I enjoyed being so intimate with her.
She looked up at me, and kissed me softly, my eyes closing as our lips embraced. I had fallen completely for this woman, having never had chance to consider that maybe, it would be a woman I would come to love.
Her arms wrapped round me as mine did her, the material of her dress preventing me from reaching that skin I so longed to feel. We broke contact for long enough that I could undo her dress and slide it from her slender body.
As soon as I could, my hand was at her neck, pulling her face back to me, my tongue running over her lips. My other hand had traced its way down her spine and rested at her lower back, feeling how warm her skin was against me. Her hands meanwhile were working at taking my dress from me as I kissed down her neck, sucking at her soft flesh.
The soft moans that escaped her lips as I kissed and bit softly into her collarbone whilst removing her brazier and pushing down her panties made me feel that dampness developing in my panties again. Her skin was smooth as I caressed it.
I led her to my bedroom and lay her on the bed, kissing her and moving to take her firm breasts in my hands, squeezing them, feeling her nipples harden under my palms. I went with my overwhelming urge to run my tongue over them, circling and feeling each little ridge in her skin almost.
Moving southwards on her body I came to her navel, my tongue swooping around and into the crevice before gliding on down to her mound, and how wonderful it was! She smelled divine, covered in a light patch of hair which tickled against my nose in a curious way as I reached it.
“Adi…” she whispered. I looked up into her eyes and saw fear. “First time,” she uttered barely audibly.
I understood straight away, and this was my first rodeo with a woman, so both of us were crossing this border together.
I nodded before proceeding, kissing the insides of her thighs and opening her moist lips with my fingers, before running my tongue from her rosebud to her clitoris, savouring her taste. As I suckled at her sensitive clitty, she gave out a delightful moan which got louder when I carefully inserted one of my long thin digits into her waiting virgin depths.
I let her become accustomed to the feeling of having something inside you before pulling out and sliding back in, gradually picking up speed. Her back was arched and her fingers pinching and caressing her nipples as her head swapped between being on the pillow and hovering over it as I made love to her.
After a short while, I added in a second finger and felt myself stretching her tightness out a little. A hand was suddenly at my head, locking me in her vice-like grip to her sex, I could tell from my own experience that her orgasm was approaching fast.
Her legs were over my shoulders and keeping me close to her as I increased my speed a little more and nibbled on her clit to bring her to her foremost orgasm.
When she had come down, she released me from her holds and bid me rest with her. I settled beside her in the nude, my arm resting over her side, fingers trailing patterns on her stomach as she slept with me following her lead not long after and falling into a deep, restful slumber.
I was awoken by an unfamiliar feeling the next day, my breasts were being lovingly suckled, nibbled and played with and my mound was already alive before I was aware what was going on.
“Mmm. Good morning love.”
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A short while later, Elena decided that she would spend more of her year with me in the city, and that she would travel home alone to check on the state of affairs in her home life.
Elena returned to me just in time, a few days before the outbreak of war, and moved in with me, for all intents and purpose as my house-mate so as to not arouse suspicion with those who would not approve our relationship.
She found a job and went from strength to strength with her English, and soon found favour as a translator during the war.
Life was set to be good for us both, until after the war had finished.
