Drama on Euboea Ch. 09

Drama on Euboea

Chapter 9:An Afternoon alone

After finishing their lunch, Daktylos dressed Lanike properly, and they went to the goat enclosure behind his house. The two kids that the blind young woman liked were only a few days old, so she couldn't lift them up yet, but she wanted to stroke their soft fur. With Daktylos' help, Lanike squatted down behind the mother goat's back, while the little ones were drinking.

Everything was peaceful, and the goats were familiar with Lanike. So, Daktylos went over to Stavros' house to check on the older neighbor's animals as well but soon, he heard Lanike calling his name a few times. Of course, the agile widower rushed back, only to discover that one of the kids had peed on the girl's dress; maybe, she had tried to lift it up.

Lanike was taking it with humor, but now she needed to change again, of course. Standing next to Daktylos' bed, she took off her dress but then smiled coyly, announcing that she hadto go again. But this time, poop. And so, he told her to also relieve herself of her underwear and handed her one of his late wife's house dresses, for simplicity's sake.

As no one else was around, this seemed the easiest way to deal with the small predicament. Daktylos then led Lanike behind Stavros' house, since she had been using their outhouse lately. He had the presence of mind to grab a few small sheets of the newspaper he had bought and cut up last Friday:

"I'll wipe you with the paper and then wash your bum properly at my house," Daktylos told his sweetheart, while he was waiting outside the latrine, looking up at the cloudy sky.

That little mishap with the goat peeing on her dress could come in handy one day, he thought to himself:when Lanike's mom doesn't want her to come to my house, we could make up a little lie. And then, she has too, the widower was proud of his clever idea.

When the two of them were back in his kitchen, Daktylos decided to undress as well; otherwise, his clothes would needlessly get wet.Yes, the visit to the goats was only brief, but as things are going, we'll lie down together afterward.

While they were waiting for the water on the stove to warm up, Daktylos promised Lanike that he would also wash her dress, as he was watching his sweetheart taking off Elena's simple smock. When the water was pleasantly warm, he guided his love behind the partition and then rinsed and washed her shapely firm butt.

Ever since he had spotted the older enema on the shelf, Daktylos knew that one day he wanted to use it to prepare Lanike's rosette for anal intercourse. But today, it also came in handy, as he could clean her little funnel easily with the short hose. Doing so, he explained what the contraption was good for and let her feel it:

"I think we brought it back that summer I went to Chalkida with Elena," Lanike recalled.

"Could be. Does it bother you?" Daktylos asked, holding her butt cheeks apart with thumb and index finger of the same hand, while hosing her beguiling orifice.

"No, it feels nice," the young lady snickered, and they were both happy that the first butt-washing was going without any awkwardness.

Yes, the enema is quite nifty, Daktylos thought to himself again. He didn't really try to rinse her rectum, though; he just flushed the area until Lanike's lovely anus was clean. Now, it was time to wash her impressive but sticky bush, and then Daktylos also rinsed his shaft.

Almost instantly, Lanike's hand came up one of his legs to find him. Exploring the dangling rod, the girl pushed his foreskin back, before she reached deeper between his legs to juggle his balls. In turn, he nudged her bellybutton with his tip, which she then squeezed like a tiny ball.

As they were standing behind the partition where the floor was tiled, Daktylos let go and was now peeing on Lanike's stomach, from where the tepid liquid ran down into and through her bush.Her dad actually laid the tiles here, Daktylos remembered and blushed - but didn't mention it.

Instead, he wondered if it was too much to pee on a blind girl, but she didn't seem to mind.At all. After looking stumped for a second, Lanike was positively relishing it. She grabbed his noodle and directed it all over the place, just as he had wiggled the enema hose earlier.The next time I need to clean her butt, I could simply pee onto it, was another thought he kept to himself.

"Like that little goat," Lanike chortled, as she was getting peed on for the second time in less than an hour.

Still relieving himself, Daktylos mirthfully squeezed the juicy pair of lips between her legs like a citrus fruit, while Lanike was holding his shaft steady now, so that the tepid liquid would run directly into her ample pubic hair:

"Too bad I don't need to pee right now," she smiled mischievously, and the couple bathed in their intimacy; knowing that they wouldn't be so undisturbed often.

Daktylos found the tender scene in the shower so charming that he didn't want it to end.It's also much easier here to pee onto each other than in any other place. He was taken aback a bit, however, when he realized how much watching himself peeing directly onto the girl's bush aroused him.

After the delightful, lewd transgression, he rinsed her pitch-black locks carefully before the two of them stepped back into the kitchen to towel off. Daktylos put fresh water in the pot on the stove, so that he could wash her dress next. When he wondered what they would do next, though, Lanike already had a plan:

"Let's lie down. But can I wear one of your shirts?"

This simple request was a tad surprising but couldn't do any harm. Maybe Lanike was curious about the smell or the texture of his clothes. And so, he grabbed his softest shirt from his wardrobe - which looked like a dress on her, as she was about five inches shorter than him.

Daktylos had nicer shirts but Lanike didn't complain - and she wanted to rest, anyway. Now, he rolled up the sleeves, while she was feeling the material. His fingertips, in turn, ran over her naked firm thighs, before he ever so gently caressed her fresh treasure again. Yes, being able to touch Lanike whenever and wherever he wanted was something new; he wouldn't have done that with Elena, his late wife.

At two in the afternoon. In the end, Lanike lay down, and Daktylos went to take care of her dress. He also wanted to tend to the animals again but he had to hurry: The wind was flaring up, and now it even smelled like rain. The clouds had turned dark, which gave everything a slightly ominous feel. His bedroom was rather dim, even though the shutters were open.

It decidedly looked as if they would be alone here until tomorrow.Like Adam and Eve, in the Garden of Eden. Meanwhile, Lanike had turned onto her right-hand side; seeming to have fallen asleep. The graceful young woman dozing off on his bed was an endearing sight: with her cheek on one hand, a knee poking the mattress, and the foot of the same leg behind the other ankle.

If he had walked around her, Daktylos would have been able to see Lanike's bare butt under the seam of his blue shirt, including her hairy peach, but he didn't want to behave like a young lad who had never seen a naked woman - although no one else was nearby. And Lanike would not have bothered.

If she's still lying like this, I may do it when I'm back, the widower promised himself before he stepped outside. As he was collecting the eggs behind Stavros' house, he conceived the idea that Lanike could wear all of his clothes. Standing in Maria's kitchen now, looking for the bread she had mentioned, Daktylos spotted a clay pot on the floor, which contained lentil soup.

Well, Maria hadn't said anything but he took the pot as well and went back to his house. He was certain that Maria would have wanted them to eat the soup. Since he presumed Lanike asleep, he tried to be quiet and decided to not immediately lie down next to her, since that might wake her up.

Instead, he finally tackled her soiled dress, which he then hung up to dry over the wardrobe door. Looking at his Sleeping Beauty and her barely covered butt, Daktylos hesitatingly opened the drawer of his wooden nightstand, where Elena's wedding ring was.Lanike could wear it later, here at the house, he concluded, but now the rain started.

Shall I read for a bit at the kitchen table?Daktylos wondered but didn't really feel like it. So, he went to fetch two more buckets of fresh water from the pump over at Lanike's house before the rain would grow stronger. Although he was getting wet, he only pumped slowly, since Lanike was familiar with the squeals.

But she surely wants me to lie down next to her, he knew. And so, he undressed when he was back. Getting naked in the afternoon felt bizarre. Even stranger was that his dazzling young neighbor was sleeping on his bed, clad only in his dark-blue shirt, with no underwear.Prepared to have sex again.

Warm, as it still was, Daktylos' shaft was long and heavy, with his loose balls dangling nicely. He couldn't wait to separate her sticky labia with his throbbing glans. After carefully placing himself onto his side, he slid closer to her back, and his purple tip poked her butt cheek.

Since he didn't want to wake her up, Daktylos cautiously pulled the shirt back, so he could watch himself caressing her firm flesh. He licked his fingertips, began to fondle her cheeks, and then prodded her pulsating anus. Tracing the serrated funnel, he regretted that he had again forgotten to take some olive oil from his kitchen but was too lazy to get up again.

Egg-white would work too, he knew from his marriage with Elena. As Lanike's rosette was immaculate, he licked his fingers once more but didn't want to reach into herflowerafter playing with her anus. The malleable little orifice really seemed ready for penetration,but there's no rush, he reminded himself.

Had Lanike woken up? She was pressing her butt backward to make it easier for Daktylos to fondle her flesh - and watch himself doing so. Looking at her hairy peach, he couldn't bear the tension any longer and gently pushed his glans between her oily labia. Pressing gently, he still borrowed some nectar from her perineum to continue his tender treatment of her hazelnut-brown funnel above his shaft.

When Lanike felt that his cock had entered her body, she pushed her butt downward, so that his complete length disappeared inside her in one go.Aaaaah-haah,she moaned, sucking air through her clenched teeth, and now Daktylos felt that her sheath was milking his cock.Could she do that deliberately?

Too bad I can't see her face, as we are arranged, he regretted, but her long dark-blond hair smelled as aromatic as the rain outside was comforting. He reached around her torso to unbutton the shirt, so that he could massage her swollen breasts.A-a-a-ha!Lanike cooed in little cascades, after Daktylos had sped up his pumping from below and behind.

Yes, this would also be a good position to do it in at night, he made a mental note, but then realized that it was always night for his sweetheart.Should I give her the ring later, or wait a few more days?he was uncertain. But this wasn't the moment to think: He had woken her up with his stiff rod, she had taken it in, and now they were already close to another climax.

Together. To prolong the pleasures, Daktylos harnessed himself and thrusted much more languidly, in long deliberate strokes. As if he wanted to buy time to think. But their aroused bodies were busy speaking to each other.We can talk later. Perhaps, all night.

"What happens if you stop, with your thing still inside me?" Lanike was suddenly curious.

"It wouldn't tingle as nicely on my tip," Daktylos kissed her neck.

"Keep going then..." she whispered.

"But why did you ask? Are you hurting?" he was concerned, but the girl only mumbled that she wasjust curios.

"Next time, Lanike. We'll try. Maybe tonight," the widower wheezed hectically: "Right now, I'm too close to coming."

When Lanike moved her knee closer to her chest, exposing herself even more, Daktylos completely lost it. Her light butt seemed about to burst, while he couldn't help groaning, like a stag in heat.She's doing everything right; without any false shame,out of sheer instinct, he was amazed again. To celebrate, he slapped Lanike's butt cheek a few times.

Soon, Daktylos felt he was about to lavish himself and pinched her nipple with his thumb and index finger, before he pulled her really close. As his load was approaching, he languidly pumped a few more times, anticipating the divine feeling of another climax.

Eventually, Daktylos roared toward the ceiling to not burst Lanike's eardrum.It's raining, and there's no one in the vicinity, he knew.Phew. He had never experienced anything more pleasant, wholesome, and satisfying than holding Lanike, after sex. There was no thunder or lightning outside; they were inside their bodies today.

When the twitching had subsided, they turned onto their backs, completely exhausted. Panting right next to each other, Daktylos arranged Lanike's hair around her face, and they snuggled. She told him that she found it funny that he had slapped her butt.

Soon, Lanike spread her legs again and swung herself on top of her older lover, so that her nipples were pressing down, against his chest. Tracing the fine roundish layers of fat that were squeezed out to the sides like pudding or cake, he felt he had to say something:

"Being here together... with you... is so... wonderful..."

Yes, this was slightly clumsy, he knew. Lanike smiled nonetheless, but before he could add anything, she pressed her cheek against his and sighed, smacking her lips quietly. As if she wasn't sure who she was actually in bed with, she traced his face with her fingers once more, but then slid off to one side again and to explore his chest:

"Peeing together was also nice," she murmured, with another impish smile.

"Which do you like better: you peeing or me dousing your hair down there?"

"Oh... both. But you can also lick me again, before I..."

"Right now, I would only lick and suck the sperm out of you. That wouldn't taste good..."

"We'll wait until it's gone," she whispered, stroking his hair.

Daktylos was sure that Lanike would now ask where the cum would disappear to or what happens with it in a woman's body, but she didn't. For a while, they were just listening to the rain outside and their breathing, until Daktylos remarked that his shirt suited her well, although he wanted to say something else; something far more important:

"The shirtfeels nice, yes. It's big but not quite as long a dress. It also smells different."

"You can wear all of my clothes if you like," Daktylos suggested, but now the knackered damsel was hungry.

"But just a bit," she instantly backpedaled, as if she sensed he wanted to tell her something important.

"I could heat up the lentil soup I brought from Maria's house," Daktylos offered, but Lanike didn't like the idea.

"Goat cheese, with bread?"

"Or honey?"

"Both?" they were approaching the perfect snack.

"I also have figs and pickled olives... I could fry some eggs too," Daktylos added after he got up to, finally, put Elena's wedding ring on Lanike's finger.

Yes, it was very early in their relationship - but the circumstances were special, and it felt like the right moment. With the rain; and the tender solitude. No one would come for hours, and he had never felt more certain that he wanted to share the rest of his days with her.Be there for Lanike; help her. With everything.

And have a child with her. Not knowing how to begin, though, Daktylos swallowed with his mouth closed:

"You know... the ring belonged to... Elena. I think... she would want you... to have it. Maybe. She would probably understand," he was hemming and hawing quite a bit.

Lanike tilted her head, as if she was listening to something only she could hear:

"I know how much you want... love me," she whispered: "And the ring feels... special. It makes everything... more real..."

She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles, then pressed his ring against her cheek, looking relieved, before she touched her other cheek with the ring on her own hand, as if to see if they belonged together and truly were a pair:

"I'll wear it here with you, Daktylos," she added: "Not at Maria's house. It's our secret, for now..."

Daktylos felt a lump in his throat. For the first time since they had begun their forbidden liaison, the weight of what they were doing settled heavily on him. Now sitting on the foot end of the bed, he pulled Lanike close and held her without speaking. He noticed that he was tearing up a bit and could hear his sweetheart snivel.

Outside, the rain had been steadier over the last hour, but now it was letting up. They finally kissed, which felt like a contract. Daktylos wondered if they should discuss what could happen over the next months to be prepared, or what they would say to Maria or her mother, but then he recalled that Lanike wanted to eat something.

Although the knickers she had been wearing in the morning were still fine, Daktylos gave her a pair of the new ones he had bought in Karystos the previous Saturday. He told Lanike how he had felt that day, including even the embarrassing, bewildering thoughts about what he might do if she had rejected him.

And the agony at the linen shop, when he was breaking another taboo. Still sitting on the bed and looking a bit overwhelmed, Lanike slowly put on her new drawers, which were softer and shorter than those she had come to his house with in the morning. She stroked the smooth material on her thighs and asked what color the fabric was, as if she wanted to distract him:

"White. Underwear for younger women is always white. For older ladies, also light beige."

"What else is white, Daktylos? Elena used to tell me the colors..."

"Sperm," he laughed: "And eggs, inside. Well, the outside of what's inside..."

"But in the middle, eggs are yellow, aren't they?" Lanike tried to remember, turning her head again as if she was hearing something.

"Yes. And the shell's light brown. Like the soil. Well, a bit lighter."

"And grass is green."

"Yes. But what else is white?" Daktylos looked around his house, glad they had found something simpler to talk about: "The curtains. And the tablecloth. The bedsheet. And Elena's wedding dress, which is still in my wardrobe."

"Can you show me later? Can I touch it?" Lanike was curious.

"Sure. One day, you can also put it on. Here at my house, in secret," Daktylos chuckled, realizing how much lighter his heaviness already felt.

Lanike reached for his hand, and so he guided her to the kitchen table, where she sat down. Eagerly, he placed the food he had in front of her: bread, goat cheese, honey. As well as the olives and dried figs.

"Do you want me to fry some eggs?" he asked.

"Boiled eggs are easier to eat for me," she reminded her lover, and so he put a pot with water on the stove, in which he then dropped four eggs.

Next, he spread some cheese onto a slice of bread and handed it to Lanike, who didn't like being fed. Since they had to wait for the eggs to boil, he went over to his wardrobe and got a pair of his pants to complete her outfit.

Yes, today was likeApokriés, orFasching. He grabbed some string off the shelf to fix his pants around Lanike's waist and then asked her if she wanted to give it a try. Of course, she was puzzled at first, but then let him help her into his trousers.