Hidden Romance: Part 10
On a Saturday morning, after breakfast, we collected our laundry for a trip to Kate's house. The house was left empty as per our agreement. And we took along two batches of laundry.
I asked, "What is our plan for today?"
He replied, "We'll clean and dry the laundry."
She said, "Don't try to fool me. You better have sex with me."
I questioned, "Here and now?"
He shook his head, "No. We can't make love in Kate's house. I can't do it in this place."
She sighs, "I'm okay with it. We've got all day for some fun later."
She wanted to know, "What do you have planned?"
He said, "I'm thinking a bunch of little people, like fingers, will have their way with you."
I said, "You must be talking about your fingers, or maybe your entire hand."
He chuckled, "Yes, of course."
The discussion then shifted to lunch, "We should call the Vietnamese for Chicken Pho here, around one o'clock is perfect."
I agreed, "Done." She asked next, "Is your period on?"
I replied, "No, it's not. We can go swimming on Monday. For today, and tomorrow, the afternoon and evening are ours."
"In the coming days, I want to get you used to the feeling of a finger inside you. But remember to use lubricant." He suggested, "A plain household soap would work."
I questioned, "Are you planning to wash me from the inside?"
He responded, "Up to the limit of my middle finger. But wait, we have time to watch some films. You can join me in my collection of DVDs. Kate enjoys watching movies too."
He mentioned the movie No Man's Land, "It's our one and only Oscar winner." Suddenly, my attention was caught by a line from another movie, "Do You Remember Dolly Bell?," an impressive movie from 1981. This daring line became a famous quote, "svakoga dana u svakom pogledu sve više I više napredujem". This translates to "every day in every respect I am improving more and more". He explained it merely meant our swimming and sex sessions. We quickly referred to it as "svakog dana u svakom pogledu".
"We could observe both," I suggested.
After lunch, we packed and cleaned Kate's house as if we were never there. By three in the afternoon, we were back at the Atelier. The washing machine had done its job, so I collected the laundry and took it to the car. The Vietnamese man delivered our lunch. Post-meal cleanup, we were back at Atelier. I started hanging the clothes. My partner offered to prepare real coffee in her copper džezva. Sharing the coffee, I pulled off Zahra's Norwegian sweater. She was just as ready as I was. When both of us were naked, we headed to the bathroom for a soothing bath. I helped her stand in the tub half-filled with water, kneel at the edge, and apply soap to my fingertips. With great care, I cleaned her anus with my fingers. After cleaning it thoroughly, I washed them off. I repeated this process a couple of more times and then used a strong burst of water on her crotch area.
My partner then asked us to dress up in the blue stockings-panties-chemise lingerie set. She sat on my lap and we started kissing while she wore the lingerie.
She quizzed, "Did it hurt?"
I replied, "No, no, no. It was extremely arousing. I love it when you involve me in kinky acts with such gentleness."
He added, "It seems our relationship is moving forward smoothly in terms of sex life."
She inquired, "So all ten of them plan to have their way with me?"
He said, "Yes. You'll enjoy this for sure. Get the lubrication and also the flogger." He placed the flogger on the couch.
She presented me with the two items. I moved into the center of the sofa and instructed her to lie down across my thighs. Her body looked gorgeous in this position. She seemed completely at ease. I started stroking her hair and complimenting her beauty. I then took her loose hair in a ponytail with my left hand and held the flogger with my right hand. I ran the flogger gently up and down her spine. When she started purring like a cat, I lithely teased her bottom and bare legs. Once she was sufficiently aroused, I put the flogger down, carefully removed her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. I grasped her buttocks with my right hand and then softly caressed her genitals with them.
After a short period, I placed my right palm on her pussy, and her wetness prompted me to continue. I began teasing her clit with my fingers, and she spread her legs to make it simpler for me to reach her. I gently inserted my middle finger into her pussy and moved it in and out. Zahra cried out in pleasure, prompting me to slap her bottom and the insides of her thighs twice.
I caressed her already slightly red bottom with my right hand and then placed my entire palm on her genitals and began to sexually tease her by sliding it up and down. Next, I removed my hand, joined my index finger and middle finger together, and slipped them both into her. Zahra's opening was slick and comfortable. I wiped my fingers, soaked in her juices, on her trousers, and slapped each of them three times. The volume of her moans increased, so I opted for our subsequent anal practice.
I released her ponytail and fetched the bottle containing a water-based lubricant. I brought the bottle near her opening and squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto it. Her anus was throbbing in anticipation.
"Ready?" I inquired.
"Yes. Please enter." she responded.
"Really?" I queried.
"YES!" she exclaimed.
To begin, I simply massaged the outer part of her derriere, but I soon made an effort to insert my pinky finger. It slipped in without any resistance due to the abundance of lube and her arousal. The lubrication and her arousal together permitted this invasion to be not merely tolerated but also appreciated by her obedient anal opening. I perpetuated this process with each of my fingers, and each one slid into her with ease similar to a knife being inserted into warm butter. I spanked her butt once and instructed her to stand up. I placed a cushion on the floor at the front of the sofa and requested her to assume the position of lying down with her legs alarmingly close to my hips and her head on the cushion. When she filled the position I lifted her buttocks up, which brought her crotch in front of my mouth.
Afterward, I focused on pleasuring her clit with my mouth as she cried out with ecstatic moans. When her contractions stopped, I helped her back onto the sofa and embraced her in my arms.
"You are my love," I confessed.
"And you mine," she replied.
We took a shower and dressed. Zahra put her enticing blue lingerie back on. We prepared our lunch at home. Afterward, we shared two sandwiches for dinner. After we had finished, we anticipated going to Kensington Gardens for a lengthy walk. When we returned home, it was nearly dark. We produced two sandwiches for our supper. Following consuming these, I retrieved my notes regarding the poem Laili vo Majnun. Settling near the edge of the sofa, I started reading:
SÂKI, you know I adore wine;
That delicious cup must be mine.
Wine! pure and clear as my tears,
Dispeller of a true lover's fears;
With you as my inspiration,
I engage in combat bold;
With you as my inspiration,
My ability to strum and sing improves.
. . . .
The poem is quite lengthy, so by the time I finished reading it, it was time for bed. We prepared the mattress and bedding and then went to sleep. Zahra struggled to go to sleep and requested to make love again.
"You can't sleep?" I inquired.
"No. Can we make love again?"
I kissed her on the lips and began caressing her rigid nipples. She pulled her chemise over her head and disposed of it on the floor. I assisted her in removing her panties. I changed positions, resting on my side, so that we were facing each other, then continued kissing her until I had an idea. I flipped over for 180 degrees and faced her pussy. I then started to lick her slowly while she gripped my penis firmly and started licking the tip.
She started purring.
"Wait for me to retrieve the lubricant." I uttered.
"What do you need?"
"Finger me, as you did after lunch."
Following her request, I got up, fetched the lubricant, and returned to my original position. I resumed caressing her clit while she once again gripped my penis vigorously.
She handed me the bottle and returned to her original spot. Her rosebud was now just above my face. I coated my fingers with lubricant and rubbed it against her delicate opening. I carefully inserted the tip of my middle finger into her anus. She pushed back firmly, allowing my finger to slipped inside her. She released her grip on my penis and began moaning loudly. I continued to finger fuck her and she continued to impale herself on my moist digit. When she was on the brink, I stopped, grabbed her hips, and pulled her clit towards my mouth. I began sucking on it, resulting in her climaxing loudly. This passionate release would probably alert the other tenants who were still in the building. Fortunately, most of NGO's employees and clients didn't sleep on the premises.
- What should I do to take care of you?
- Lie down on your back. I will show you a new type of sex called tit fucking. You need to hold your lubricated breasts together while I thrust my cock between them.
Zahra was keen to try this novelty. She took the bottle and poured lube onto her breasts. I knelt above her and guided my erection between her slick breasts. The tightness and friction created an extremely arousing experience of sexual pleasure. I didn't restrain myself at all, so I increased my thrusts until I felt myself about to cum. I pulled out, allowing Zahra to look directly at my genitalia. I was panting as I sat on her stomach.
- Feed me, she demanded.
I lowered myself next to her, began dipping my fingers in my semen, and brought them towards her lips. She licked them clean, one after the other. When we went to shower for the fourth time that day, I was worried that the neighbors might ask Senad to evict us.
The Sunday morning was sunny. We prepared breakfast and decided to go for a walk in Hyde Park. Before going home, we stopped at a Pakistani restaurant for an early lunch. Upon returning home, we were in the mood for more lovemaking. We stripped again and took a shower. Cleaning her anus with a finger was now an integral part of the bathing process.
Returning to the room, I fetched the shibari cotton rope and tied Zahra's legs to the legs of a table so that her legs were spread apart and she was bent over the table. Additionally, I brought a flogger, a cushion, a black satin mask, and a bottle of lube.
I first placed the mask on her face, then I took the flogger and gently caressed her neck with its tips. Zahra laughed. I then ran it along her shoulder blades and lightly struck her back with it twice. I kissed the place where I had struck her. I then guiding the flogger down her back, along her buttocks, and to her heels. I stood up and struck her ass twice. Subsequently, I lubricated my middle finger, knelt under the table on the cushion, and began sucking on her clit while inserting my digit into her anus.
- Do you enjoy fucking me?
- I love fucking you. I love eating you. I love flogging you. I love spanking you.
I persisted in administering oral and anal pleasure until she moaned again. I stood up once more and picked up the flogger. This time I trailed it from her heels to her thighs, over her ass, and back to her heels. I then used the flogger to slightly strike her buttocks multiple times. Zahra protested at first, but then requested:
- Not like that. Flog me harder. More times.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes. Do it harder and more frequently.
I proceeded to flog her ass with a dozen more intense blows. Zahra was panting heavily. I stopped using the flogger again and knelt on the cushion. I alternated sucking her clit whilst finger fucking her anus. When her arousal almost reached its peak, I untied her legs, pulled the mattress on the floor against the wall, put her on it, and lay back on her with my legs over her shoulders. I inserted my penis into her vagina and my finger into her anus. While fucking her, I reached over her bottom and stroked her clit vigorously. We both climaxed together just a few minutes later. I didn't pull out because her period had nearly ended. Zahra began crying from pleasure once again, so I stayed in that position, hugging her.
Zahra remembered a Persian restaurant she had encountered several days prior, so after our lovemaking session, we went to the tube station. We returned home around 5 o'clock. She went to the bathroom, then took a shower. When she emerged, she retrieved the black cotton ropes from the closet.
- Are you tired of sex? We can leave something for tomorrow.
- What else can we do?
- Anything you want.
I enjoy having sex. We're planning to go swimming again tomorrow. You can tie me up and have your way with me today.
You seem to be developing a liking for BDSM.
I wouldn't exactly say that I'm becoming an addict since there's no pain involved in what you do to me. Have you ever indulged in sadistic sex before?
Like causing physical discomfort to a woman?
Yes.
No, I haven't.
(I took a rope and did as she asked; she lay down on the couch)
(I did as she requested. She lay down on the couch)
(I took two more ropes and tied her)
(I tied her ankles to her thighs)
(I tied a chest harness for her)
(She had to sit up)
(I helped her make the harness)
(She flipped onto her back again)
(I connected her harness to her legs with the last rope)
- Now bring your knees closer to your breasts.
(I fetched the flogger)
(She watched my every move)
(I touched her face and neck with the flogger's soft strips)
(We both laughed)
(I moved the flogger towards her breasts)
- Hit them. (I did so very lightly)
- Again. Harder. (I increased the intensity of my blows)
- Time to move to your stomach. (I only teased her there)
I teased her exposed genital area and all the way from her clit to her anus. I struck her breasts lightly twice, then moved towards her crotch.
(I teased her exposed genitals and moved from her clit to her anus)
I touched her clit and teased between her legs. I gently hit her breasts twice. Then I moved down to her crotch.
(I played with the flogger)
She was aroused, but not yet in a purring state.
(I tickled her breasts with the flogger)
She asked me to hit them harder.
I gave her a couple more gentle hits, then stopped. I looked at her face and saw that she wanted me to continue. I replaced the flogger, bent over her, and began kissing her. She grabbed my neck with her bound hands and moved her hips to meet my thrusts. Her moans grew louder as I increased speed, eventually reaching a point where we both felt intense pleasure. I pulled out, knelt beside the couch, and pushed my finger into her soaked pussy. I slid it into her anus. Her legs tightened around my head, and she came. We were both spent. We showered, had some fruit for dinner, and put a mattress on the floor with some bedding. We spooned on our sides and rested.
- Your sex journey is getting more intense.
- It's like Alice in Wonderland. I feel like I've exceeded my limits of kinkiness every time we meet.
- Are you enjoying it? This is what interests me most.
- Of course I am. You've never left me without coming.
- Isn't it odd that I can't reach orgasm without receiving backrubs or other forms of stimulation?
- We could swap things around. What's wrong with me that I orgasm too quickly to help you reach yours?
- Is simultaneous orgasm a myth?
- I don't believe so. There are couples who have posted about it online. Most couples find it difficult to achieve, though.
- When I was young, older women taught me that women prefer being stimulated in various zones. They advised me to alternate between penetration, kisses, oral sex, and hand teasing.
- Have you tied anyone up with ropes before me?
- No.
- Flogged a woman apart from me?
- No.
- Spanked a woman before?
- Yes. A woman I met a long time ago really enjoyed it.
- What are your plans for tomorrow?
- We'll probably go swimming. Also, Jill might want us to keep the promise we made on Friday.
- What about the evening?
*- Perhaps we should take a break from sexual activities. We have plenty of time to spend together. We don't need to rush.
- Where should I take you next?
- Swimming or during our lovemaking?
- Tell me the truth: How does it feel when one of my fingers enters you? Any pain?
- Just pleasure and no pain.
*- Can we try a slightly larger object?
- Two fingers?
Hey, I bought a small toy called Amor. It's a bit thicker than my middle finger but not overly so.
- Are we gonna use this toy on me?
- Not really. We'll give double penetration a try, with me using the toy inside you while we engage in traditional sex. We can also test how it works during masturbation, oral sex, and various other activities. We'll try out various positions too. Be daring. Would you actually wear this toy in public, like at a park?
- Wait, so you mean to insert Amor into my butt?
- Probably into your vagina first. Amor can be washed and disinfected, so afterward, you can start using it in your vagina before moving it to your butt.
- So what about when we swim?
- Alright, let's start with increasing the distance we swim. We'll add a 250-meter drill. Your freestyle kick is already pretty good, so let's focus more on arm strokes. I'll help you improve that using a buoy line. Reach behind you, grab the line, and pull yourself forward.
- When are we meeting for lunch again? 1:30PM?
- Nah, 3:30PM. Rest now and have a good night's sleep. You're my love.
- And you're mine.
Mondays at work were normal, with teaching, office hours, and one group meeting. Zahra and I got together at our agreed time. After lunch, I called Kate to thank her for the previous Saturday and to confirm if we could visit again this upcoming Saturday. We gathered our swim bags and walked to the nearest subway station.
Upon arriving at the pool, Jill was already waiting. The three of us greeted kindly, as I merely nodded.
- Are we swimming together today?
- Yup, Jill. I'll be on the right side, while you two will be on the left. You'll go first. Once you pass the 5-meter mark, Zahra will follow you. Here's the day's training regimen:
Training Session 7
10 push-offs into a streamline and returning to the wall
10x 25m flutter-kick with a board and snorkel
10x 25m freestyle catchup with snorkel and board
10x 25m freestyle catchup
10x 25m backstroke flutter-kick with a board
10x 25m single-hand line pull backstroke
- What's catchup?
- In catchup, you complete one perfect arm pull and pause before the next. Once one arm has finished its cycle, you'll use the other arm. It's right, then stop, left, then stop, and so on. A board or a stick helps with that.
Our practice went well, and within 90 minutes, we all felt we'd made progress. Zahra then dried my hair, and the three of us headed to a Chinese restaurant for some dumplings.
- Swimming with you is loads of fun, thanks Damir. By the way, where do you two live?
- We share an artist's studio called Senad. It's mainly for his paintings but occasionally serves as his personal hideaway. He's a Bosnian fellow who's now divorced, likely too old for you I reckon. His place has a tub, shower, toilet, small kitchen, a big couch, two massive armchairs, a work desk, and a dining table.
- Do you guys share the couch?
- No, fear not. Senad has an airbed we inflate and place along the wall. Except when it's bedtime, of course. The only issue is we lack a washing machine. Currently, we can use one in my wife's home on Saturdays, but hopefully, we can have it in the future.
- It's hard to start a romantic relationship with a guy without a home of his own in such a situation.
- I know. If I come across someone with a place to call his own, we'd likely rent a new shared space.
- Jill, what do you do for work?
- You're in the business of selling people vacations?
- It's not exactly that. I design vacation products tied to places like the Cook Islands or New Zealand. Diving, skiing, that sort of thing. And Zahra, do you work at a school or as an administrator?
- Just as a teacher. I'm not involved in administrative duties.
- Are you still in the process of officially divorcing?
- Nope. Officially divorcing brings a ton of problems; property division is a big one, so for the time being, we're sticking to our current arrangement. My wife and Zahra's husband have two houses, so neither is urging for an official divorce either. Though we may have to make it official at some point, we prefer maintaining things as they are at the moment.
It's lovely to witness such a loving couple like the two of you. I envy the connection you have, Zahra. I dream of meeting a man who'd shower me with attention and teach me to swim.
So, heading to the pool seems like a good plan, right?
Wrong. The interesting men are pretty scarce, and not just Damir. While there are many seemingly single ones around, none of them stirs my heart. Would you lend me Damir for a while?
As if...
Oops! Sorry, Zahra. That was a bad joke. I apologize for making that remark.
Am I attracted to him?
Sort of... but just a little. My apologies again. You both are so endearing. I wouldn't want to compromise our friendship.
It's all right, Jill. I'll continue to teach you. No hard feelings. I noticed that when you're by yourself in the evenings, it's not easy.
Jill, have you visited Europe for the first time?
No. As a student, I took a year off to travel. I started in Australia, stayed there for a month, and then flew to Hong Kong. Afterward, I visited Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. From Thailand, I flew to Istanbul and then spent six months in Europe, both Eastern and Western.
Have you been to Bosnia or Herzegovina?
No. From Turkey, I went on to Greece, Albania, Croatia, Slovenia, Austria, and Italy. I then traveled through West and North Europe, visiting Switzerland, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark, and the UK. I flew from London to New York. Over the course of two months, I made my way slowly from the East Coast to the West Coast. I returned home from Los Angeles.
Did you study hospitality?
Not at all. I earned a degree in art history but couldn't land a job in that field. So, I started working in Auckland at a travel agency as a tour guide. I applied for jobs in New Zealand and abroad for two years before landing my current position in London.
Is this role permanent?
In this industry, there's always something new to offer. I can work in any English-speaking country, which makes me quite flexible. Consider the UK, Ireland, USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa. Millions of people work in the tourism sector in those countries. People retire, get a better job - it's a cyclical thing. No worries for me. How about you, Zahra? Do you often visit Iran?
Not really. In the past 20 years, we've only been there six times to visit our relatives. Apart from this, I've only traveled to Spain, Greece, and France for my vacations with Malcolm.
And you?
When I lived in Bosnia, we couldn't afford to travel to the West, so we visited Croatia and Slovenia. As a member of a university swimming team, I also went to Serbia, Montenegro, Hungary, and once even to Istanbul. After I started my doctoral degree, Kate and I traveled several times to Wales and Scotland. We've been to Bosnia twice for vacations. We've also visited the Czech Republic once for a holiday. I love the summertime in the Czech Republic - not too hot like the Mediterranean, yet many festivals and swimming pools, which keeps me from getting bored.
We then enjoyed our dumplings and called it a night. As soon as Zahra and I returned home, we were exhausted and cuddled under a blanket, already looking forward to the afternoon when we'd engage in romantic activities.
