Elisas Gifts Pt 01

Marcus sits on the terrace with a drink in his hand, relaxed after a week of hard work. He extended a business trip to visit an old friend and spends a few days in his house. They haven't seen each other in many years. He is alone in his friend's house, knowing that the family would come home later that evening.

While he is watching the sunset, he hears footsteps behind him, and before he can turn around, he feels two hands on his eyes.

"Marcus, how nice to see you, it's been so long since you visited us".

A smile comes over his face, he recognises the voice, the voice of Elisa, his friend's youngest daughter. Both families and their children spent a lot of time together in the past, he knew Elisa very well, but that is a long time ago. Marcus takes her hands to free them from his eyes, looks up and cannot believe what he sees. He has known Elisa since she was a child, and now there is a young, attractive woman. He remembers she had turned 18 a few months ago.

"Wow how you've changed; I almost didn't recognise you and thought you were your mother," he says, laughing.

He gives her a friendly hug as a greeting, as he has done so many times in the past, and looks at her. Her long, dark blonde hair, her delicate features, her skin with summer tan, her blue-grey eyes. He knows she has just finished school and started university, but in his mind, she was still the young girl. She is standing in front of him, and he can't help but notice that she is wearing a tight T-shirt with shorts. It's a warm summer day, of course, he says to himself. He also notices that she is only wearing the T-shirt, no shirt or bra underneath. Her breasts and the tips of her breasts are clearly visible, not in a vulgar way, but such that any man would notice. His eyes glide over her body, and from her smile he realises that she understands his thoughts. He is very uncomfortable. After all, she is the daughter of his friend. Elisa sits down next to him, he forces his mind to change its focus, and they both chat about family, her studies, their lives. After a while she gets up.

"Excuse me, please, I still have some work to do, I'll see you later".

As she goes into the house, he sees the shape of her bottom under her tight shorts. She turns around and gives him a flirtatious smile. He knows she has caught him staring at her body again. It does not seem to bother her though, which leaves him puzzled and confused.

After a while, the other family members come home and everyone gathers for dinner. They drink two bottles of wine, there is a lot to catch up on in the years since they last saw each other. Elisa sits across from Marcus. She has put on a sweater and long trousers for dinner. Marcus, whenever he speaks to Elisa and looks at her, his mind drifts to the thought that she might still be wearing the skimpy T-shirt under the sweater. Occasionally, her eyes seek his eyes, and each time they meet, she smiles and he quickly turns his head. He goes to bed, he knows that Elisa's room is next to the guest room, and his thoughts keep returning to the shape of her body under the shirt and shorts she was wearing that afternoon.

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The next day is a Saturday, so Marcus takes the time to sleep and get up late. It is about 10 a.m. when he goes to the kitchen to have a coffee, as he always does first thing in the morning. He walks to the coffee machine, prepares his morning coffee, sits down at the kitchen table and remembers that both families have always felt at home in each other's house. He is alone, and then he sees Elisa coming down the stairs and walking towards him. She smiles.

"I heard you get up, my parents went out to run some errands, and I always find it boring to have breakfast alone".

He stares at her. She is wearing a skimpy white tank top with a black thong, both so sparse that they barely cover the body. The families were very close, but no one of them has ever shown themselves almost naked in front of each other in the past. Of course she notices his gaze, she laughs.

"Don't worry and don't try to hide it, I know what you're thinking. But I'm not a little girl anymore, I've already had sex with boys and I had a boyfriend, I know I have an attractive body and I don't want to hide it. When other women or men look at it, it makes me happy." She pauses and moves closer to him. "But I am very choosy about how I show it and to whom."

Now her eyes wander over his body, to his short pyjama bottoms, which clearly show how his penis had stiffened and grown at the sight of her. She giggles. She comes closer and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, I'm happy when I see you like me."

He briefly feels the tips of her breasts on his shirt. She stands up, her nipples now clearly poking through the fabric of the shirt.

Elisa stands up to get a glass of water. Marcus is unable take his eyes off her body, he follows her every move. She returns back to him, stands in front of him, her legs slightly apart, drinks from the water and then, on purpose, lets some of the water drip out of her mouth and over her body. Marcus sees water flowing down her chin and chest, down her body, onto her breasts, under the thin shirt, her body right in front of him. She sips more water. More water flows down her body, until her shirt is almost completely soaked and the fabric has become transparent. She takes another sip, moves her mouth to his, presses her lips to his lips, opens them for a kiss, and while she kisses him, the water in her mouth flows over his body. Her hands move between his legs, into his trousers, and with a strong grip she squeezes his now rock-hard penis, moves a finger to its tip, spreading the liquid that has begun to flow.

She kisses him and strikes his penis for a few seconds that seem to him like an eternity. He is frozen, terrified, unable to move his hands, in confusion, even though he can feel her body right over him. Suddenly she lets go of him and stands up.

"Would you like to watch me masturbate? Would you like me to give you a blowjob or would you like to fuck me? I can make you happy if you make me happy too. If you like your little girl, would you mind paying me a little money via PayPal?"

Marcus is shocked and unable to respond. She keeps smiling at him seductively.

"You know, my parents actually pay me enough, but I always wish I had a little more money for some extras. All the boys my age just want to have sex with me. It's okay when they touch me, but they're just little boys and they can't give me anything else. I'm happy when I meet a person I like and feel good with, who can turn me on and bring me to climax and then also help me a little financially, but as I told you, I'm very picky. I like you, I know you very well from when I was young, you were always nice, you are a good person, and I would love it if I could make you happy and you me."

With these words she gets up from him, walking upstairs. She stops halfway up the stairs, takes off her shirt, runs her hands over her wet breasts and perky nipples, blows him a kiss, and leaves him alone. Marcus is gripped by feelings completely new to him. He had paid for sex, but not very often, and it never really satisfied him. Here is a very sexy young woman whom he knew since she was a little girl and who offers herself to him, for money. The daughter of his friend. Impossible. At the same time, he feels the excitement in his body, his penis large and stiff, his trousers soaked. He decides to take a shower to cool down.

When he arrives upstairs, he notices the door to Elisa's room was open a crack, and he hears sounds coming from the room. He cannot help but look into the room through the crack, and there he sees her lying on her bed, without clothes, her hand between her legs. Her face is directed away from the door, so she does not immediately notice him looking through the door, he believes. He tries to control himself and thinks that he should leave, but his eyes are hypnotised by her body, by her large, firm breasts that move up and down rhythmically with the movement of her hands, the fingers of her hand that sometimes enter her vagina and sometimes caress her labia. A slight moan comes from her mouth, slightly open, breathing heavily and quickly. The movements of her fingers become faster and firmer, and suddenly she turns her head and looks at him, with a lascivious smile. Marcus feels like a thief caught on the scene of crime.

"I knew you were coming. Look at me."

She closes her eyes, inserts two fingers into her vagina and moves them quickly and firmly. Her body tenses, her back stretches, and in no time, she reaches her climax with a scream. Breathing quickly, she remains lying on the bed, opens her eyes and smiles at him. "That was a little gift from me to you. I hope you can give me a little gift too." She stands up, still naked, takes a piece of paper and a pencil, writes something down and passes the paper to Marcus.

"My Paypal. There is more for you if you want," she whispers in his ear. "Now let's take a shower and have some breakfast."

She closes the door to her room and leaves him standing alone in the hallway, the piece of paper in his hand.

His mind is in disarray, unable to process what has just happened. I have to calm down and clear my thoughts, he says to himself. He enters the bathroom and the shower, and he can't help but satisfy his arousal. The sight of her naked and convulsing body is etched in his mind. It takes him less than two minutes to climax in the shower. He hopes that this will help him to regain his senses and to be able to remove from his mind the thought of seeing Elisa again and touching her body. However, he thinks, isn't it impolite not to give her a present? He hasn't seen her for so long, and this time he wasn't able to bring her a present like he often did in the past. He looks at his phone, he looks at the paper. He discards the thought. He dresses for the day. He looks at his phone again. He looks at the paper once more. No matter how hard he tries to suppress the memories of her body, they keep coming back, and every time he sees the writing on the paper, her water soaked breasts appear before his eyes and the feeling of her hand on his skin comes to his mind. He squirms, finally gives in, takes his phone and sends a PayPal payment. Horrified by himself, he throws the phone away. Not a minute later, he hears a sound on his phone, a message, a reply from the email address on the paper to his, no words, just an emoji, a big red mouth.

He leaves his room, at the same moment the door of Elisa's room opens, she also leaves the room, now dressed as her parents would expect her to. She smiles at him. Neither of them says a word. They go to the kitchen together for breakfast as if nothing had happened. Her parents arrive home. Marcus has to make a great effort not to show the disturbance of his feelings that day. He tries to avoid any closeness to Elisa and any eye contact with her. Elisa instead appears in perfect mood, full of laughs and jokes with everyone as always. In a quiet moment she passes him secretly a small piece of paper with only one word.

"Tonight".