I Thought We Were Alone in That Room

Klaus had rented a huge house in one of the most exclusive areas of the coast, with private security and a high wall that cut the garden off from the rest of the world. There, he assured her, no one would be able to bother them.

It was nearly three thousand square meters of land, with a pool that looked like it had come straight out of a magazine and a lawn so perfect it almost felt wrong to step on it. Marina looked at everything with her champagne flute trembling slightly in her hand.

“Isn’t it too early to uncork champagne?” she asked.

“For classy people, there are no schedules, darling. You enjoy it when you feel like it.”

And did she ever feel like it. As he spoke, Marina noticed that her bikini, almost dry already after the swim, was getting wet again inside in a way that had nothing to do with the pool.

Klaus showed her the whole house. It was decorated exactly the way she would have liked to decorate it herself: tastefully, without overdoing it, leaving space for the imagination. The last room was the bedroom, and there Marina was left speechless. An enormous room, with east-facing windows where the dawn light came in, a two-meter by two-meter bed and four armchairs arranged in a circle around it. It was a strange detail, she thought. Elegant, but strange.

Despite the armchairs, Klaus sat on the edge of the bed and Marina joined him so as not to seem rude. She was far from imagining what could happen there.

They emptied both glasses and went on looking at each other for a good while without saying anything. That threw her off balance. She had lost her seduction weapons, not only in the seven years she had been divorced, but in all the years before that too, when she devoted herself to working, working, and working until she almost lost everything.

Marina was wearing nothing but the sarong tied behind her neck and the bottom of her bikini. She was nervous, and it showed. Klaus took advantage of that to stroke her hair gently, like someone calming a frightened cat.

“You’re gorgeous. I was captivated from that meeting that afternoon. Whoever gets to enjoy every inch of you is going to be so lucky…”

“There’s no one, Klaus. I’ve been alone for seven years. I haven’t even been with anyone in all that time.”

“How can that be? A woman like you shouldn’t go a single day without being appreciated.”

She let herself be carried away by the German’s measured voice. With a gesture that was almost absentminded, he tugged at the knot in the sarong and the fabric fell to the floor.

“I don’t think I’m ready…” she tried to say.

But Klaus’s lips silenced hers with a slow kiss, unhurried, meant only to reassure her. No brusqueness.

He kept her trapped in that kiss for several minutes. And that was only the beginning. He moved down to her chin and neck, carefully laid her back on the bed, and reached her nipples with a calm that made her shiver.

Marina put both hands on her head. Fuck, what am I doing, what am I doing. She couldn’t sort out her thoughts.

With her arms stretched back, Klaus explored her breasts with his tongue, tracing the sides, drawing circles. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her starting to lick her lips without even realizing it. He took the opportunity to cup her breast in his palm and work the nipple with his fingertips. Though Marina had always considered them small, he made them feel magnificent, and he drew the first moans out of her that day.

He liked to caress her with an almost imperceptible touch. He knew that with a woman like her, carrying all she carried, he had to let her enjoy herself slowly, without rushing her.

After spending a good while on that area, he slowly moved down toward the center, kissing her entire torso and belly with his tongue. He was in no hurry. He wanted to heat her up patiently, to wring out every sensation.

He reached the area Marina did not want to show at all, but by then she was excited enough to yield the lead. So gently she barely noticed, he undid the ties of her panties. She didn’t want to stop him. Or maybe she didn’t know how. She felt the German’s breath right over her sex and, for the first time in a long time, it was as if that part of her body had taken on a life of its own.

Klaus’s tongue was not sharp, but broad and thick, as if he had two. He moved it along the inner side of her thighs, near her groin, barely brushing the reddish hair. Marina couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his head, closing her legs around his neck, pressing his face against her clit.

And she sighed. Oh, did she sigh. One spasm, two, three. Her body began to tremble while he sucked her with calm persistence, giving her no respite, twisting her nipples with his other hand. Marina let her head fall off the edge of the mattress, mouth parted, on the verge of losing consciousness in waves of electricity. She had never imagined a tongue could move like that, be so sensitive, so daring.

So many years wasted.

Her mind didn’t know how to handle the guilt of the past and the pleasure of the present at the same time. A tingling ran through the soles of her feet, rose up her calves, climbed her thighs, and flooded her sex. Far off, she sensed that her first orgasm with a man in years was approaching.

“Wait, wait… I want to taste you better. Just let go, darling, let go.”

“Please…” she begged. “Please…”

Klaus gave one last lick and then began to play with his fingers. He stroked her clit, pressed it little by little. Marina moaned, and finally let herself go completely. She even tried to guide that hand to the entrance of her sex, but he, a true master, gently moved her hand away to make her wait.

The orgasm shook her from head to toe. When she was still vibrating under the last flashes, Klaus lifted his gaze. Her face was soaked, as if she had just come out of the shower.

“I can’t believe this is happening…” she murmured.

***

But it couldn’t end like that. Klaus was still fully dressed and she was naked, just the opposite of what had happened a little while before by the pool. He began undressing slowly. Marina, still dazed, nodded, intrigued to discover the broad, pale torso hidden under his shirt.

When he lowered his swim trunks, Marina brazenly contemplated what she had barely dared to look at before. It was thick, long, and firm, more than she had expected for a man his age. She took it between her fingers, weighed his testicles, and before she could bring it to her mouth, Klaus grabbed her red mane and pulled her upward while he devoured her lips.

“Slut, that’s for dessert,” he whispered to her. “You still have courses to taste.”

And he threw her onto the bed with a firm shove, leaving her with her legs open and her head hanging back.

“Fuck, Klaus… what are you turning me into?”

The German lay down on top of her and traced her from feet to mouth, kissing and sucking every inch of skin, pausing between her hips. He stroked her breasts, pinched her nipples. Marina was burning to go further. She was no longer afraid of anything. She only wanted to feel him inside her.

“So wet,” he whispered to her. “That means you like it, right?”

“I want you,” she answered, barely able to think.

Something thick and smooth forced its way between the lips of her sex, which opened to receive it. Marina felt a moment of fear at the penetration, after nearly a decade with nothing, but Klaus entered with such care that by the time she realized it, he was already pumping in rhythm and his testicles were bumping against her.

She clung with her legs so he wouldn’t slip out, her eyes almost rolling back, savoring every second of the encounter she had dreamed of for years.

“Scream,” he told her, licking her ear. “No one here is going to hear us.”

The size difference between them made Marina seem like a feather in a bear’s arms. She no longer cared about the hurt. He squeezed hard, and that drove her even crazier.

“Fill me completely,” she asked him. “I want everything.”

But coming wasn’t part of Klaus’s plan. The best was still to come. In one yank he pulled out his member, turned her over, and left her face down.

Without her noticing, he took a tube of lubricant from between the sheets and put on a condom. Marina was catching her breath when she felt his weight crushing her into the mattress. He held her by the neck to keep her from turning around while, with his other hand, he massaged her soaked ass.

“No, Klaus, not there!” she cried out when she understood. “Not there!”

But the German did not ease the pressure. He had her trapped beneath his body. After slowly stretching her with his fingers, he started working his way in millimeter by millimeter. Marina’s protesting moans, far from stopping him, seemed to excite him more. With his free hand he sought out her clit again, exposed despite her resistance, and stroked it without mercy. He kept at it for several minutes, until the crying turned into something else.

“See how it goes in? See how much pleasure?” he whispered in her ear.

And Marina, almost stuttering, began to let out soft moans at first, much louder after.

“You’re… a son of a bitch,” she reproached him between gasps. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Because my job is to give you pleasure. How I do it is my business. And you were closed off in every sense.”

With another change of tack, and without stopping fucking her, he turned her until she was on top of him. Marina rode the German, screaming now in pure pleasure, with her small breasts trapped by one of his hands. When she tried to straighten up, she found she was completely impaled, and he pulled her red mane to intensify the thrusts.

“Now,” Klaus said at last, drawing out of her. “Now the real party begins.”

He forced her to kneel on the floor. Dazed, Marina took off the condom and threw herself at sucking him with so little skill that he had to stop her with a firm gesture.

“Darling, not like that. Don’t bite. What’s your rush?”

Embarrassed, she pulled her mouth away with tears in her eyes.

“I’m too turned on… It’s been so many years that I think I don’t even know how anymore.”

“Relax, little one. I’m going to teach you how to give pleasure like you’ve never given it before. Had you done anal before? No, right? And you came like nobody’s business. Now learn the rest.”

With a few instructions, which Marina took in on the fly like someone studying a good investment, Klaus lay back. She started again, this time calmly. She licked his testicles, wrapped the base with her hand, played with the frenulum, used her own saliva to make everything smooth and wet. The German began to moan, in time, surrendering to that mouth that was learning fast.

“God, you really do catch on the first time,” he gasped.

When he was close, Klaus put his hands on her neck.

“I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to come.”

Marina responded by taking him all the way in to the hilt. The first thrust almost made her choke; the second landed on her lip. She took him back in to receive the rest against the roof of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she gave him a smile with a thread of semen sliding down her cheek.

“How was I? I learned fast, didn’t I?”

Klaus gave her back a strange smile, almost amused.

“Exceptional. But that’s not all. The game isn’t over.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, still tasting the glans.

***

And, suddenly, applause rang out.

Marina snapped her head up. The four armchairs surrounding the bed, which had seemed so strange to her when she came in, were no longer empty. Four silhouettes were watching her from the shadows, clapping slowly, with no hurry at all, exactly the way Klaus had done with her all afternoon.

The German stroked her red hair and leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

“I told you it was a game, darling,” he murmured. “And you’ve just passed the first test.”