This is going to sound weird, and here at the outset of writing it all down I'm still not sure how to record it. Maybe it's best to say right at the beginning that this is the story of how I fucked a women on separate occasions twenty years apart - once when she was an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl on a summer English language course and I was a supervisor at the summer school, and again twenty years later when she was a married woman of thirty-eight whom I contacted out of the blue via a social media website.
If that spoils the surprise let me assure you that I haven't ruined anything. Magdalena was one of those experiences I keep returning to in my memory, and who knows, perhaps there is yet a further chapter or two waiting to be written in the future?
In 1996 I was thirty-three and found myself between contracts. My home town on the south coast of England was the base for a large number of language schools, and like most young men who lived there I had spent many a summer ogling the French, Spanish, Italian and German girls who visited each July and August for about two or three weeks - ostensibly to brush up their English but whose antics at our two local nightclubs (Divas and The Devil's Club) were the prime source of their collective reputation. It was to these language schools - and particularly the Language Palace, the biggest of them, that I now turned my attention. They were looking for activities leaders and the money was actually fairly good. If I was successful in my job application, I'd be getting three hundred pounds a week for pretty much doing little more than making sure our weekly visits to places of interest ran smoothly.
The Language Palace was the closest school to my childhood home. I had grown up watching the annual migration of foreign students arriving for their immersion experience. Sometimes the language experience was not the most noteworthy aspect of these students' stays. There was plenty of casual sex going around too. At seventeen I had lost my virginity to a French girl called Danielle whose unsuspecting French boyfriend was actually waiting for her inside the club while she grabbed me and took me out the back to fuck her behind the stack of drinks crates in the yard at Diva's. Since that summer I had managed a respectable score, and by the time I left town to go to university two hundred miles away I had had sex with girls from every country The Language Palace dealt with.
So although I was now thirty-three, I had a tough time keeping that memory of a wonderfully misspent youth out of my mind during the interview process, and when I got the job the first thing I did was look at the information sheets on the students who would be in my group. When I saw Croatia listed among the nationalities of the expected groups that summer I couldn't help but think that Croatia represented an unknown region for me. When I was growing up there had been no girls from Croatia coming on these courses - indeed, the country hadn't even existed then as an independent state.
Fast forward a few weeks and it was my first day on the job. The new students were coming in and I watched the Croatian group alight from their tour bus. Magdalena was one of those girls you immediately notice. I actually thought she might be the tour group leader when I saw her get off the bus. She was tall, tanned and wore a short white mini skirt and a bright red silk shirt tied up at the waist to show her stomach. She had light brown, almost blonde hair that fell to about halfway down her back. It was only when I saw a much older lady wearing glasses and holding a clipboard getting out of the bus after all the students had disembarked that I realised Magdalena was one of the students. She certainly looked older than her eighteen years, and I felt my gaze being drawn to her as I gave the group the introductory talk. She caught my eye a few times and showed her perfect smile a few times when I made the usual jokes about how we drive on the left and how it was advisable to take your ID to the pub if you looked younger than eighteen.
Within a week the Croatian girls had shown they were no slouches when it came to keeping up with their Western European neighbours. I caught one of the teachers snogging one of the girls during a break one morning. He left embarrassed and the girl, Ana - a nineteen year-old brunette who dressed for class as if she were going out clubbing, simply looked at me as he slunk away and raised an eyebrow. The next day Ana came to my office on the top floor after morning school had broken for lunch. The building was deserted as everyone had gone to either the local pub for lunch or for a walk along the promenade by the sea. Ana had different ideas. She locked the door behind her and walked over to me as I sat in my chair. During the five or six steps she took to get from the door to my chair she took off all her clothes except her panties. She straddled me and threw her arms around my neck and we kissed. I was completely taken by surprise but I felt my cock stiffen and my body seemed to go into auto-response. Within seconds I was pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs and positioning to get my eager and rock hard cock into her cunt. We fucked for about ten minutes until she grunted out her orgasm and then held me by the ass cheeks as if to squeeze my cum into her. I couldn't believe how tight her pussy was. It was like a hand in a velvet glove squeezing my shaft. I ejaculated into her and we held each other as we got our breath back.
Ten minutes later she was dressed again and walking out of my office. I'm sure she had set herself a personal target, and I'm damned sure I was nowhere near the last Englishman to fuck her that week - although I was probably the oldest.
On Wednesday the activity was swimming. Only five students chose that activity and Magdalena was the only girl. This was a surprise as the local aqua centre is actually quite good. For a while in the eighties it had the tallest aqua flumes in Europe, but over the intervening ten years a place in Germany had built a taller one. Still, it was pretty amazing for a smallish seaside city to have this facility, and it was only because the afternoon visit there clashed with a shopping trip to London on the Croatian group's private programme that the numbers of students signed up for swimming was down. Since there were only five students going I took them all in my car. Magdalena rode up front with me and the four boys took the middle and back row of seats and spent the entire time talking about football - and arguing about whether Eric Cantona should have been selected in the French national side for that summer's European Championships. I got to chat to Magdalena and we found areas of common interest enough to make me think she was a genuinely fascinating young woman - not just a hot chick in a pleasingly tight skirt - although she was certainly that too.
It was when she emerged from the changing room in a dark navy bikini that I actually gasped for the first time. She could have been a model. She looked stunning. I kept staring at her stomach. It was flat, lightly tanned and with a navel I could have poured honey into and licked off right there and then. Soon enough she noticed my surreptitious glances and asked me what I was looking at. Luckily, I was able to pass it off as she had a henna tattoo just above her bikini line. I pretended to think it was a real tattoo and asked her about it. She laughed and said no it was just something she had had done a few days ago in London. I told her I had a tattoo and she asked to see it. I said I couldn't show it to her there because it was on my butt and that produced another laugh and another - slightly mischievous smile.
"Yes, I don't think Petr, my boyfriend would want me to be seeing that then, Steve," she said.
I noted the fact and asked her what she wanted to do at the pool.
"I want to go down the aqua flumes, but I'm a little scared. Will you do it to me?" she said
"Do it WITH you," I corrected. "Yes, sure. Let me get changed"
I actually found myself shaking as I went into the cubicles and pulled off my clothes. I had my trunks on already, underneath my jeans, and I was glad of the regular squash games I'd been playing that had kept my body in shape. I looked at myself in the mirror before walking out to the poolside. The Croatian girls were thick as thieves together. There could be no way Magdalena didn't know I'd fucked Ana. It would be all around their common room by now. And here she was virtually naked but for a few inches of coloured cloth asking me to go down the flume with her. It was the perfect cover for a bit of physical. Petr or no Petr, I was going to enjoy this.
I took her hand for the last flight of steps. We were now eighty feet above the water and looking at the long blue plastic tubes that led down to the pool. They were sluiced and the excitement of the other swimmers was palpable. Magdalena looked at me nervously as we approached the step off point.
"How do we do it?" she asked me.
"Easy. You sit down here between my legs and hold on to me. I'll hold you around the waist and I won't let you go."
"You promise?" she said.
"Count on it," I replied, and off we slid.
My cock was hard and was pressed up against her back the whole way down. She grabbed my thighs on either side of her as we shot down, and my hands gripped her waist. We hit the water with enormous force and rolled over into the overflow pool. We surfaced facing each other just a few inches away and she said "That was amazing! Let's do it again."
Driving back home afterwards I was careful to drop off the boys first so we had about five miles to drive alone with Magdalena before I got to the house of the family she was staying with. She was talking about the night clubs in town and I had said that they were fine but the best ones were fifty miles away in London.
Her eyes lit up. "Will you take me?"
"What about Petr?"
"What about him?"
"Wouldn't he object to his girlfriend going on a date with an English stranger?"
"Well, it's not really a date, is it?"
"Well, what would you call it?"
"Well, maybe I don't tell him then!"
"Ah, OK. So it's our hot little secret! I like that."
