Elisas Gifts Pt 02

Elisa's Gifts Pt. 02

Marcus goes to bed after a day during which Elisa, his old friend's daughter, teased him permanently. His confused senses have not yet calmed down. He pulls the note out of his pocket and looks at it.

"Tonight."

He could ignore the message, he will leave the next day and then not come back for a while, maybe several years. He tries to analyse the situation rationally. So far, he says to himself, he has done nothing to reproach himself for. He hasn't even touched Elisa, hasn't returned her gestures. He gave her a gift of money, is that reprehensible? He has looked at her, rather devoured her with his eyes, but is that a crime when she shows herself to him? No, he reassures himself. He will sleep tonight, so the temptation will pass by, and then all will calm down. He will not return her kiss that night, not caress her skin, not feel her breasts on his skin, nor her hand on his penis, perhaps her mouth covering it, not the warmth and moisture of her body when he penetrates her. He forces himself to convince his brain that he doesn't want any of that.

But his body betrays him. He feels that tingling between his legs at the thought of what he will deny himself, and for which this night may be the last opportunity in his life. It's 1 a.m. and he's still awake. His phone buzzes, a message. No text, just a short video. Elisa, she is standing in front of the mirror in her room, wearing pyjamas, the phone in one hand, while the other hand caresses her body under the fabric of her pyjamas. He shudders as he hears footsteps in the hallway and the door to his room opens. He could have locked the door, but now it is too late. Elisa enters, puts a finger to her mouth as a sign not to speak, closes the door and stops in his room. The room is dark, dimly lit through the semi-open window. He senses an insecurity on her face that she didn't show before, a sense of unease. Does she think he would rebuke her or maybe even call her parents? Before him stands not the femme fatale of the previous day, the self-confident devourer of men's desires, but a shy and insecure young girl who does not want to be rejected. He gets up, goes to her and embraces her tenderly, almost fatherly. Hesitantly at first, she too wraps her arms around his body.

"We must not do this," he whispers in her ear.

She does not answer, she remains quietly nestled against him, her head lying on his shoulder. He feels her warmth, the scent of her body without perfume. He feels his penis pressing against her body, and it appears to him that she is returning the pressure. He places a long and tender kiss on her cheek, then takes her face between his hands, looks into her eyes, closes them with his fingers and presses his mouth to hers. She breathes deeply and returns the kiss. Their tongues play and dance. Marcus knows that what he desires and what is about happen is not right and a betrayal of his friend, but his desire to devour her body is stronger than his reason.

She loosens her tongue, looks at him, and whispers, "I wasn't sure you wanted to see me, you were so absent and distant today. But I thought, you sent me a PayPal, so here I am."

He takes a step back and looks at her. There in front of him is this girl he has known since she was little, her hair slightly tousled, vulnerable yet alluring. She is wearing short summer pyjamas made of white cotton. She looks at him. He is silent. He knows he will be leaving tomorrow, and perhaps this girl will never again stand in front of him on a summer night, and the thought of that one night displaces all the feelings of guilt and scruples that continue to plague him. He approaches her and slips his hands under the shirt of her night dress. He caresses her skin and slides his hands over her breasts, whose shape is burnt into his memory of a day before. She closes her eyes. He presses the nipples between his fingers, they are hard and large. She suppresses a moan. His hands continue to wander over her body, her back, he comes closer to her, pulls her to him, lets his hands slide under the fabric of her trousers over her bottom. She is not wearing any underwear.

So far she has stood still in front of him, but now she presses herself against him and returns his movements with her hand on his skin. He pushes the fabric of her trousers down and it falls to the floor. He pulls the fabric of her shirt up over her head and arms. She stands naked in front of him. He senses that she wants to leave the next moves to him. He pushes her body down, she kneels on the floor, her face now in front of his pants. By now his penis is pressing hard against the fabric and has formed a small wet spot. He pulls her head towards him so that her mouth touches the tip of his penis. Her tongue runs over the tip of his penis, still in his trousers. Marcus pulls them down, they fall to the floor and his penis is now stiff in front of her face. He pulls her mouth closer, she opens it and devours his penis. Her tongue slides over the skin. It is now he who has to suppress his voice. Over and over again, her mouth and tongue glide over the shaft, and he presses her head firmly towards him.

After a while, he lets go of her, pulls her up, takes her hand and leads her to the bed. He opens the shutters of the window a little more, so that the light of the night can shine on her body. Elisa lies down, her arms folded behind her head, her legs stretched out and slightly open. She closes her eyes. Marcus now has his first opportunity to look closely at her flawless, slender, girlish body. Her breasts are small and firm, the nipples hard. Tan lines on her hips and ever so slightly around her breasts. Her vagina is cleanly shaved. Even with the legs slightly spread, the labia cover the vagina and do not reveal the opening between her legs. He removes his shirt and lies down next to her. She remains motionless, her eyes closed. He lets a finger of his hand glide over her body, her breasts, then further down until he reaches the skin between her legs. She opens them wider when he his finger touches her clitoris. Her vagina is wet, he dips his finger deep into her moisture and then brings it to his face to smell the aroma of her body.

The day with her has heated him up so much that he senses he won't be able to hold back his tension for much longer. But he wants to extend the time with her and does not want to disappoint her with a premature orgasm. He indicates to her silently to stand up and sit on him. At first she does not understand and kneels over his legs and his penis. He shakes his head and pulls her towards him until she is kneeling on his chest and he can feel her wetness in front of his mouth. His hands grasp her breasts and his tongue glides over her clitoris. She lets out a small scream and they both gasp in fear. His mouth and tongue caress her vagina relentlessly, penetrating her. He grabs her bottom with his hands and presses her body against his mouth. She leans back and grabs his penis with one hand. An indescribable feeling shoots through his body, but he pulls her hand away to buy time. She moves her body up and down, seeking his tongue and mouth with every movement. He can feel her excitement building to a climax. He grabs her body, lays her back on the bed and then lays his large body on top of her. His penis caresses the skin between her legs. He holds back; the last thing he wants is to give his old friend a grandchild.

"Do it. Don't worry. I've taken precautions," she whispers in his ear.

She notices his uncertainty, grabs his penis and pulls it firmly between her legs, now wide spread and open. Both are so wet that his penis almost glides her body by itself. Another soft scream as she feels him inside her, she presses her fingernails into his back. He moves his lower body violently against her, sees her breasts dance from the movement of her body, the bed sways. He sees her body arch and twitch, her hand over her mouth suppressing the lustful scream of release. A few more thrusts, then he shoots his cum into her body with a feeling of ecstasy he hasn't felt in a long time. He slumps down next to her. Both are breathing heavily. That was way too fast, he thinks for himself.

Marcus looks at her with a smile, she returns the smile and nods her head in silence. He stands up and takes a towel to clean both of them up, he does not want stains on the bed linen.

Elisa is lying in bed and doesn't move, she looks at him, her eyes move over his body. Marcus is standing next to the bed, observes her without saying a word, he is unsure how to act now. Should he ask her to go back to her room or should she stay? She seems to notice his uncertainty and in reply she moves her arm towards him, reaches between his legs and caresses his balls. Slowly but with firm movements. She grabs his balls tenderly, pulls him towards her until he is right in front of her face. His penis has not yet become firm again, but Marcus feels the tension building up in his body. Elisa opens her mouth and lets it slide slowly over his penis. Her tongue licks the tip and absorbs the taste of the fluids from their two bodies that are still clinging to the tip of his penis.

Marcus watches her as she lies on the bed and slowly moves her head up and down, her eyes now closed. She has wrapped one hand around his leg, pulling it close to her, while another hand begins to play with her clitoris, rubbing it. Without removing his penis from her mouth, he lifts her head slightly and slides a pillow under it so that she is more comfortable. He begins to move his body slowly, pushing his penis as far as he can into her mouth, pulling it back out, pushing it back in, in rhythmic movements, slowly but firmly. It takes about a minute, then he is stiff again. While she continues to play with her clitoris, he moves two fingers of his hand between her legs. She opens her legs and spreads them wide apart, and he inserts both fingers into her vagina. She is still completely wet and so he has no difficulty sliding both fingers far into her. A soft moan comes from her mouth, smothered by his penis moving rhythmically into her.

He cannot take his eyes off her body, her breasts moving with the rhythm of his thrusting, the nipples hard, her legs spread. Her hand is moving more and more violently, his fingers are pushing into her more and more violently, he feels the liquid between her legs and hears the smacking sound of his fingers moving in her wetness. All thoughts of guilt and shame have been suppressed, he is only thinking about how long he can take it. He thrusts into her harder and harder, with his fingers between her legs and his penis in her mouth. The movements of both her hands between her legs become frenetic, he tries to keep the same rhythm with which she rubs her hand over her clitoris. Faster and faster. Her back arches and he hears a soft, muffled groan, stifled by the penis still moving in her mouth. She sinks onto the bed. Good thing she came faster than I did, Marcus thinks to himself. But her orgasm, which he has watched unfold, gives him the final kick, and after barely a moment, he ejaculates with an explosion of feelings in her mouth. He breathes heavily. He feels her tongue licking up his sperm. It can't be much, he thinks to himself, so soon after the last time.

He pulls away from her, bends down and gives her a passionate kiss, while his hand caresses her breasts one last time. Elisa gets up from the bed with a smile on her face. She looks him in the eye, hugs him and whispers tenderly in his ear.

"Paypal me." They part silently, and just as she is about to go through the door, she turns around, hugs him one more time and whispers, "I want to see you again."

Then she moves to the door, Marcus watches her naked body one last time.

He is glad that he can leave the next morning.

As soon as she closed the door, he opens the Paypal app. He is still overwhelmed by her voice, her smell, her warmth, his hands on her body, he has only one thought.

How can I see her again?