The girl entered my room, at the boarding house where I was staying, after a discreet knock on the door and my permission.
A pretty, blonde girl, wearing a very short skirt, with more than half of her shapely thighs exposed, and carrying a silver tray with enough for my first meal, which she placed on the small table.
I was still in underwear, in my pajamas, but that didn't worry or offend her; she was certainly used to seeing guests like that in her rooms.
"Good morning, sir. Mommy has ordered me to offer you the specialties we have today. We hope you like them," she said softly and formally.
"Good morning. What's your name?" I replied, and then asked, more interested in her than in the steaming, aromatic delights she was offering me.
"Marie, sir."
"How old are you, Marie?"
"I turned 19 a week ago, on Ascension Day," she said sweetly, facing me, but with her beautiful eyes lowered. Eyes of a very bright, light blue tone.
"At your age, there are many suitors, you certainly have a boyfriend," I dared to explore her life in a more intimate way.
"Oh, yes, there are many, sir, but I haven't had any yet. We work a lot here, I don't have time to date, just like my sister. Only the oldest is married. I'm the youngest," she explained.
"Are you saying that no one has explored this magnificent structure of yours yet? Do we have an entirely intact field there?", I asked, becoming even more excited and interested in the spontaneous information that the beautiful maid was providing.
"What, sir?", Marie seemed confused for the first time, seeming bewildered, baffled, in the face of the subtle and elaborate way in which I showed my curiosity about her feminine condition.
"I mean that membrane, soft and delicate pellicle, the thin skin, that you have there between your legs. Is it still perfect and intact, then?", I tried to explain. Marie was still confused, but already beginning to understand and blushing when she realized that I was referring to something 'between her legs', which, yes, she knew very well what it was. Her face turned completely red, it seemed to be burning.
But she didn't say anything. Apart from the physical reaction on the skin of his face and his now slightly frightened eyes, she still didn't know what should respond.
I went to her aid. Leaving the formality aside, speaking in a somewhat vulgar way.
"Has no one ever touched you? Do you only use that slit between your legs to pee and drain your monthly blood?"
"Of course, sir. I've never done those things. No one has come near me," she finally understood and responded on impulse, as if wanting to protect herself, showing me that she was not a slut.
"But you know what it is. You're quite grown up now, you must know," I insisted.
"Oh, yes, I know a little, my married sister sleeps with her husband every night, she tells us, says it's great, very good, that we need to get married to do it too. And I know that many unmarried girls give themselves to their boyfriends and enjoy themselves with them, we've heard a lot of talk about it. But we're poor, we have to work hard, like I said," Marie said, now more spontaneously.
"So, you've never seen a dick? Don't you know what a fully erect penis looks like?" I teased her.
"Oh, no, sir. Never. I notice a lot of bulge in men's pants, and I have the descriptions that Marggie does about the... the... of her husband's, but I've never laid eyes on it," she replied emphatically.
"Would you like to see it?"
"It must be interesting, sir. It seems very sensual. My sister says it's wonderful. I'm very curious, but I don't have anyone. How can it be? It's not my turn yet, and it might take a while. Marggie got married only three months ago, at the age of 24," she lamented.
"There's a way, simple, quick, and discreet," I said with a smile, keeping my tone friendly.
"How?"
"We're alone here, just the two of us. I can show you, you'll know what it's like. It'll be great for your emotional education," I said, now frankly and quite cheekily.
"Oh... oh..." Marie just stammered, her face turning bright red again, caused by the modesty that her ingenuity and inexperience still maintained.
I took it as permission.
And I pulled down my pajama pants completely.
My thick, big cock, the foreskin retracted, the head uncovered. Hard. 7" of virile organ in full erection. The scrotum hanging down. All enveloped in an entangled thicket of dark, shiny hair.
"Ooohh!" Marie's clear eyes widened and shone even brighter as she exclaimed, her mouth agape.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"It's beautiful. I've always wondered what a man is like, based on the descriptions my sister makes, but the reality is much bigger and better than my imagination," she confessed, now enthusiastic and not at all shy.
"It's yours," I said calmly and gently.
"Mine? But... how?" she was perplexed again.
"I give it to you, I hand it to you for your pleasure. You can come closer, see, touch, caress, feel what it's like."
"Oh, sir, can I really?" she said, still shy.
"Yes, come on, don't be afraid."
Marie took two steps forward, staring at my hard cock.
"Come on, don't be afraid, take it!" I commanded.
She reached out and timidly held my erect cock.
A warm, affectionate hand, still afraid, apprehensive, but loving the novelty.
Shyness that soon ended, because enchanted, she wrapped my thick cock with her delicate hand, groping it and feeling its texture, rigidity, heat.
