Drama on Euboea Ch. 10

Drama on Euboea

Chapter 10: An utterly enthralling Evening

Daktylos and Lanike had stretched their afternoon snacking and were still sitting at the kitchen table by early evening. Although Lanike had said earlier that she wasn't too fond of Maria's lentil soup, the widower had nonetheless put the clay pot on the stove - while the rain was comfortingly pounding the roof.

No, Maria and Stavros aren't going to come back this evening, he knew. It was getting dark outside, although the difference was only minor on this grey day. And for Lanike, it was always night. The rain would make travelling on a cart not only really unpleasant but also render the paths unpassable.No, one couldn't travel at night in these conditions.

Occasionally, Daktylos had wondered if he would find enough topics to talk about with his young blind love, day in - day out, but this afternoon they ended up talking about rather sophisticated subjects: logic and semiotics, or the theory of signs.

"You said earlier that letters are different from smells, for instance. Or the smoke coming from a chimney," Lanike, who was still wearing his pants and shirt, asked him to clarify.

Elena's wedding ring was also still on her finger. Lanike decidedly looked as if she was already living at Daktylos' house.As his fiancée, making herself at home.

"Yes, in semiotics, smells and smoke areindexes. They indicate... they show something. When I'm up near the rock in the olive grove and see smoke coming out of the chimney of your house, I know someone must be at home, as there's a fire going in the kitchen. I only added smells since you can't see the smoke," Daktylos explained, before he gently placed his hand onto Lanike's.

"I think we will have lentil soup. That's what the smell indi... indicates," the blind young lady played along.

Yes, Lanike had no formal schooling, but she was clever and curious.

"Yes, see: You can't see the pot, but the smell gives it away. Something small or just a part indicates something bigger: the lentil soup, the spices, the tomatoes, and garlic. And the lamb sausage. Our whole dinner..."

"And letters are...symbols? But what's the difference, again?"

"Symbols are like agreements. I thinkarbitraryis the word. Letters don't have anything to do with what they stand for, what they represent. When you show the letter A to a farmer in China, he may not know what it is, since they use a different writing system. Smoke he could interpret, though. Smoke must have a reason: something is burning."

"How do people know how to write a word?" Lanike was now curious.

"Well, you can hear it:Lanike,Elena, andDaktylosall have an A in them. They sound alike. Okay, the A inElenais a bit longer, but it's the same sound. So, they get the same letter. Just like the K."

"And the L," Lanike smiled: "Yes, I now remember that Elena explained that to me once. When I went to Chalkida to her parents' pharmacy, one summer. Four, five years ago?"

"Yes, I remember. I'd say four. Anyway, that was also the summer you brought that book about logic back. That's why I know the difference betweenindexesandsymbols. But what's his name, again? Charles... Pierce? Peirce? But there was another name in the middle, something with S, I think..."

"You can look it up later. Do you still have the book?"

"Sure. It's with the others, over on the book shelf. Elena's father didn't need it, but he knew, of course, that I'm interested in math and logic. Well, do you want some lentil soup now?"

"Just fill one deep plate. We can take turns, while we talk..."

Yes, everything decidedly felt as if they were already married, regardless of their substantial age difference. So, he did what Lanike had suggested. She let him eat first, but then she wanted Daktylos towrite all the letters of the alphabeton her forearm:

"Let's see how much I remember. Elena taught me years ago, and we practiced a few times. But not really..." she apologized in advance.

So, they agreed to do a review, first, and Daktylos got up to fetch a pencil, while Lanike was eating, with the dish really close to her chin. Before he sat down again, Daktylos arranged her hair, so it wouldn't get in the way, before he caressed her endearing face. For some reason, he liked watching her clumsy efforts but then fed her a bit.

"And what is it called again when you are taller than me, but I'm taller than Maria, then..."

"I must be taller than Maria, too. That's a kind of syllogism. There are several..."

"Ah, yes," Lanike now remembered, while Daktylos was writing aGammaon her forearm.

"That's easy. OnlyOmicronis easier."

"The capitalGammais even easier than anOmicron," laughed Daktylos, in turn, because he was relieved that the conversation with Lanike was not only charming but also ingenious and witty.

Maybe, the problem was that people didn't think that Lanike - or other blind people - were capable. So, they lacked stimulation and came across as dull or dumb. But now he recalled another story that his late wife had told him once, which fit the conversation and Lanike's situation like a glove:

"There was a woman in America, or: is... she's blind and deaf but still went to university."

"Deaf?"

"She couldn't hear, either. And thus, was unable to speak. Her brain was totally locked up, so to speak. One couldn't explain anything to her..."

"Could she smell?" Lanike was curious.

"I think so. And feel, with her fingers. There's a famous scene at a water pump outside, or a well, when she understood writing. I just can't remember her name... Elena read about her in a magazine, at her dad's house."

"Oh, I remember that story. Elena told me how another woman wrote letters in her hand. A bit like we're doing," Lanike was beaming: "But what happened at the well?"

"She realized that with the different symbols - letters - people formed words. Which is hard if you can't see or hear: You need to understand that the letters... the symbols stand for something with which they have nothing to do, logically. Unlike smoke or the smell of soup..." Daktylos was getting excited.

"Well, let's maybe finish our soup here," Lanike giggled, before she sighed, sounding exhausted.

"I think it's funny thatDaktylosmeansfinger," she was amused: "You could use your finger to write, instead of the pencil... Daktylos'daktylos..."

The rain was fading, as was their postcoital fatigue. Looking at his lithe young sweetheart, Daktylos felt his carnal lust returning; partially, as their discussion - as sophisticated and charming as it had been - had also been draining.

As if on cue, Lanike announced that she neededto pee again soon -and the intellectual excursion came to its natural halt. Since Lanike had proposed earlier to dosomething really specialduring their first evening alone, Daktylos asked her if they needed to prepare anything:

"We agreed to not tell what it is," Lanike tenderly admonished him: "We'll lie down on the bed and see... you do with me what you want, and I do with you what I..." she summarized her elusive plan: "But maybe, one thing: Can you make a bed on the floor?"

"Are you afraid you'll fall off if things get too wild?" the widower chuckled.

Lanike nodded sheepishly, before she explained herself:

"You said you want me to sit on yourthing, like I ride you," she giggled: "But I can't see how much space there is near my knees. And when we turn... and lie down in a different way, yes: I'm afraid I might fall off the bed..."

"Do you want to sleep on the floor, then? Well, that's unusual, but the wooden floorboards aren't too hard. I also got straw mats and a sheepskin... yes, that could work," the widower was forging plans, without questioning the project.

"C'mon: we'll undress and then pee together behind the partition. We'll wash briefly and then build a bed on the floor, with blankets... and the other things you mentioned. Maybe for the whole night..." Daktylos' quasi-fiancée sketched her full plan.

Just as preparing a bed on the floor, getting naked to pee together in the shower seemed completely normal to Daktylos at this point, even though they had just begun their sensual taboo-laden relationship three days earlier. But no one was in the vicinity, everything was happening with Lanike's consent, and their strikingly unusual liaison was - in its own odd way - completely wholesome.

He liked to watch when Lanike was peeing, and she needed his assistance anyway. And she didn't have a problem either when he peed in her presence or even on her skin, as there truly was no harm in it. Of course, people mustn't find out, but there was no way that someone would make his way up to his house in the dark while it was pouring.

Oh, Zeus, how much I longed for such a scene to happen, just a week ago - but now, we have already gone beyond my wildest dreams, Daktylos realized again, as he was grabbing a few things to build the nest on the floor while Lanike was undressing by herself, sitting on the foot end of the bed.

In between his moves, he paused to watch the endearing, sensual young woman, who seemed to be trying to locate him by listening to his panting or his footsteps.Oh, how firm and swollen her breasts are again, and her nipples!When she had taken off her new knickers, Daktylos could see her hairy peach, too, since Lanike shamelessly opened her legs.

Perhaps not so much to show off and entice him, but as it felt more stable to sit like that.Oh, those light puffy lips under all that pitch-black hair!he thought to himself, as he was placing two blankets, the sheepskin, and a straw mat on top of each other between the foot end of the bed and the bookcase.

He decided to fold the blankets once and then put the other two items underneath, before he spread a bedsheet over the nest, on which he eventually threw a pillow and then hastily took off his clothes. When he noticed that she was playing with the ring on her finger, Daktylos asked her if she wanted to take it off, but Lanike only shook her head, a bit defiantly.

So, he simply took the girl's hand and led her behind the partition, where the prelude to their intriguing evening was to begin:

"Do you want to go first, or shall I...?" he asked her but now they kissed voraciously, like there was no tomorrow.

Daktylos was squeezing her soft, firm chest, before he let his hands travel down on her supple body. Eventually, he ended up kneading her perfect butt cheeks, before his fingers explored her succulent flower again from the front:

"I would also kneel in front of you, but then we would have to wash my hair," Lanike had another riveting idea when their mouths had finally detached.

"You w-want me... to... on your beautiful face?!" Daktylos double-checked incredulously.

"Why not?! I will imagine it's sperm," the cheeky young lady snickered.

"But then, you would have to go... on my face, too," Daktylos panted, finding the idea much more arousing than revolting.

Oh, what would Maria or Lanike's mother think if they had heard what she's suggesting? Or her dad?!

"If you want to..." Lanike giggled again, mirthfully stroking his shaft.

Well, Daktylos hadn't said yet that hewanted herto pee on his face or even directly into his mouth, but it looked as if it was bound to happen. If not tonight, then tomorrow.Soon, anyway.

"If you turn around, I'll pee on your butt. Or even inside that little hole that I like so much," Daktylos heard himself saying.

Lanike listened attentively but then decided that he should piss on her pitch-black hair. She didn't say anything but only patted her rather impressive pubic mound. And so, he just let go, bending his knees a bit. Lanike was holding his cock, so that he could piss directly on her treasure. Her labia weren't open yet, but that she did it at all was darn nice.

Eventually, she held onto his shoulders and then, tiptoeing, she doused his cock and ball sack with her sweet fresh urine. As their mouths were close to each other again, they kissed once more, while the tepid liquid in their midst was frothing and seething.

"We could pee on our faces one day, before we want to take a shower anyway," Daktylos had a practical idea.

Lanike smiled like in trance, but now they rinsed. Daktylos had forgotten to put a pot on the stove, but the September air was still mild, even though it was raining.

"Did you suggest we sleep on the floor because you want to pee while we're having sex?" Daktylos was curious.

"Maybe," Lanike nodded dreamily, without committing to a clear answer.

But it was good that the two of them had, at least, briefly talked about what other lewdness or mild depravity could turn them on. Without it, Daktylos would have never micturated upon his blind young love but, if this was what she desired, he wasn't going to hold back. He wouldn't deliberately arrange it, but... if the chance presented itself...

"Are you cold?" Daktylos asked, while he was toweling her.

"Strangely, now I feel warmer than earlier, when we were sitting at the table."

"Yeah, that's the cool water. It gives your metabolism a kick. So, let's lie down?" he then asked Lanike rhetorically, took her hand, and led her to the newly prepared bed on the floor.

As he was settling in on his back, Daktylos imagined Lanike's mother standing in the door, which strangely gave wings to his arousal. But still, he wanted to take his sweet time; it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. He had brought the oil lamp from the kitchen and also placed a small jug with tea nearby, but now he saw his own bedroom from this rather odd perspective for the very first time.

His head was between the bookcase and the foot end of his bed. Daktylos was tempted to quickly grab the logic book and find that philosopher's middle name, betweenCharlesandPeirce, but that would have been ridiculous, as his young love was naked and about to lower her ravishing body onto his.

When Daktylos turned his head to the left, however, he equally unromantically noticed that ne needed to sweep under his bed, but then the allure of Lanike's breathtaking form required his full attention. He was holding her hand, and she was placing her knees next to his hips, before she asked where he wanted her to be:

"Just lie down on me. And then feed me one of your boobs," he chuckled, chuffed about his idea.

Lanike giggled but didn't say anything. Instead, she slid upward, as he was gently pushing and holding her with one hand on her butt cheek. After some minor adjustments, Daktylos was able to take her areola into his mouth, where his tongue then flickered over her stiffening nipple, while he sucked on the circle of blisters around it:

"Like a baby," Lanike snickered.

"When we have a baby, and there's milk inside, will you let me try it?" Daktylos desired to know.

"You're like a little goat," she charmingly replied.

"We've already peed like goats," he laughed back.

Oh, the time with Lanike was the most precious of his whole life. Yes, sure: He also loved Elena - but this here was new: absolutely without taboos - and completely unexpected. Yet still, he had a hunch that this was only the beginning of a much mightier and more staggering journey.But I won't bring up anal intercourse today, Daktylos promised himself.

Lanike liked the sensation of feeding her much older, more experienced lover her tit, and she now shoved the other into his mouth. Of course, he flickered over her nipple again, before he slobbered over her areola.Like a goat. Everything was so arousing, however, that Daktylos was certain he would come again in ten or fifteen minutes.

But that would be a shame, he knew. He didn't want to just do it quickly and then get up and wash her once more; only to be in bed at half past seven. His hand was now brushing her supple back and butt, and now he felt her hairy flower on the sensitive skin next to his pubic mound.

"Yes, if you ever just want to pee a little bit, you could go in my mouth," he suddenly offered - surprised about himself.

"You too," Lanike giggled, of course.

"When my thing is stiff, I can't pee, though..."

"Oh. I didn't know that... well, then before or after," the blind young lady pragmatically solved the problem.

Now, Lanike retracted her breast, though, as she wanted to kiss her older lover once more.Profusely. While doing so, she swung her right leg over both of his and then began to rub his half-stiff noodle, which was resting on his belly, with her soft wool and sticky cleft. He realized once more how strange it was to be lying on the floor; on the other hand, there was a valid reason for it.

"Now, I wanna taste you," he encouraged Lanike to brush his face with her wet, sourishbloom.

With his nose in her aromatic bush, Daktylos tried to reach her clitoris with his tongue, but it was too far away. So, he slid further down and then adjusted his mouth.Now would be the perfect moment for her to pee a bit, but she just went behind the partition, he recalled.

Aaaahh, her horn of plenty just kept giving: After he had licked for a bit, Daktylos now began to drink, noticing how delicious her fresh, almost sweet translucent nectar was.Well, right now, piss would have ruined it, perhaps. Lanike was already stimulated enough that she had begun to scream and shriek; thank God, there was no one in the vicinity.

"But don't drink everything away," Lanike chortled at some point, bevor she moved her butt further down on his torso: "Do you want me to ride you now?" she asked, more or less rhetorically, which her head tilted.

"Sure. But maybe you can turn around and face my feet, so that I can see your little butt hole better?"

And so, Lanike rearranged herself on top of him and then reached for his throbbing shaft behind her perfect light bum. She tantalizingly rubbed her labia with his glans, before she snatched his purple tip with her snatch. After some pressing and wiggling, his rod slowly made its way up her sheath, and then she placed her hands on his knees for the ride.

Her feet were in his groins, while her knees were inside his, so that her complete position was pretty stable. Bobbing her butt up and down, Lanike was wheezing and cooing, and then her rosette opened, like a third eye. Daktylos wasn't doing much but enjoyed having his shaft polished by her eager sheath, which was convulsing and milking his manhood.

Daktylos liked the unusual arrangement here on the floor and had already a hunch that they would do that again. Completely smitten, he fondled and caressed her back and butt, as the two of them were stammering lovestruck gibberish. Of course, he also licked his fingertip to gently drill it into her puckering anus, which caused her to giggle mirthfully.

Eventually, Daktylos asked Lanike to turn around again, since he wanted to look at her dazzling face and swollen chest.And reach for it. So, the damsel let his rod snap out of herself, held onto it like a pole, while she was repositioning herself before she enwrapped his shaft again with the aura of a seasoned harlot.

After she had swung her pelvis for two dozen more times, Lanike leaned backward, with her hands on his thighs, which opened her vaginal vestibule completely. With every thrust, the tender vermillion flesh around the opening of her urethra seemed to have swollen more - of course, it would have been quite a treat if she had peed right then.

Lanike's entrance was nicely foamy by now, while her clit also seemed larger than ever before. Once, Daktylos' cock snapped out, but she only stuffed it back and chortled. When Lanike began to throw her head back periodically and scream toward the ceiling, her older lover noticed that the rain outside had gotten stronger again.