“Don’t forget to go to Gran’s tonight.” Shit, John had forgetten. Great, so I’m supposed to listen to the stories of that cranky woman for two hours, he thinks. “Oh, Mom, do I have to? I really can’t stand those cookies of hers.” His mother gives him a stern look. “Yes, you have to. Yesterday she said she can’t even remember what you look like. You haven’t been there in a month!” Hmm. Guess I have to. As long as she doesn’t play those German schlager hits or else he’s gone within 5 minutes. An hour later he gets on his bike. He’s wondering why his gran lives in a villa, on her own. It would be a way better plan if his mom and he moved in there, and his gran went to the elderly home. All the people there love to hear stories about the war.
He shakes off the guilty feelings he got from his bad thoughts, puts on a smile and rings the bell. “Buenas tardes. Come in.” It feels as though John will fall to his knees in front of the door. This is certainly not his gran. This is… a dream. “Come in, it’s cold.” He doesn’t understand it. Who is this beauty with the cute accent? Is this the right adress? “Ahh, there you are,” his gran yells from the living room. He follows the mysterious lady down the hall and kisses his gran. “Oh, gosh, you’ve grown? How’s school? You’re wearing a weird sweater. Is that the latest fashion trend?” His gran is rambling on and on, but he can’t stop looking at the goddess. Her beautiful curly hair, her lips, her breasts… “Oh, I almost forgot. This is Marlena. She helps me with the cooking and cleaning.” Marlena… It sounds exotic and sexy. Just when John finds the courage to talk to her she goes into the kitchen. Shit.
“Where did you find her?” he asks. “I advertised in the newspaper. Marlena was the first to respond. Til a year ago she lived in Uruguay. During the day she studies and at night she helps me. Nice arrangement right?” A very nice arrangement, he thinks. Then Marlena comes into the room with tea. “Want sugar in your tea?” she asks. “Uh no.” That goes smooth. His head is as red as a tomato already. Marlena seductively smiles at him, while she pours his tea. She wears a low cut dress, so he’s forced to look at her breasts. Beautiful, round, full breasts… How would it feel like to hold them in my hands? Suddenly he feels the hot liquid in his crotch. “Ouch!” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so dumb. I’ll get a napkin” Marlena runs to the kitchen. It doesn’t really hurt, but he has a wet spot in between his legs. Gran pretends like nothing happened and rambles on about her neighbour. “I can’t believe it! She stole a part of my garden! She probably thinks I’m to old to notice that the fence moved a meter.” Meanwhile, Marlena came back with a napkin. She walks over to John, kneels in front of him and starts rubbing his crotch. “Never mind,” John squeals. “I can do it myself.” His South-American goddess looks up, a little saddened. “You sure?” Shit. He’s sitting in his gran’s living room with a boner. How awful! Fortunately that thought calms things down.
The rest of the evening Marlena remains in the kitchen… hmm, what now? John tries to come up with a brilliant idea. “Gran I’ve gotta go, but I’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t think we’ve finished our conversation yet.” Her eyebrow shoots up but she says, “Okay, tell your mom I said hi.” During the ride home John feels as light as a feather. Marlena contains his every thought. How shall I handle things tomorrow? Shall I ask her out? Of course I don’t want my gran interfering…. When he comes home his mother immediately notices something has happened. “Did you go to grans?” she asks sternly. “Yeah, and I’m going again tomorrow.” His mother doesn’t believe him. “You’ve got a girlfriend?” “No. Where did you get that idea?” His heart misses a beat, and his voice sounds a bit different, but his mother doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to discuss Marlena’s breasts with his mom.
At 19.00 the next day he’s at his gran’s place. He rings the bell, and waits for the door to open. Oh, no… “Hey Gran, everything okay? Where’s Marlena?” She smiles, pats him on the shoulder and says, “in the kitchen, go and give her a hand. I believe she’s baking a pie for you” A pie? For me? Wow! He takes his coat off and walks to the kitchen. “What did I hear? You’re baking a pie for me?” She looks a little unhappy. “It’s a recipe from my mom, but the dough is as hard as a stone.” John rolls up his sleeves, and gets the dough. She’s right: as hard as stone. He starts to knead and knead, til the dough is elastic again. Suddenly he feels some lips on his neck. “Mmm, you’re good. Can’t you do that to me too?” He turns around and looks into two beautiful hazel eyes. She slides her hand across his neck, and pulls him closer. She lets her tongue slide across his lips… John presses his mouth on hers and starts kissing her like crazy. Marlena moans. “Mmmm I didn’t know you Northern guys were so full of passion.” She softly bites his neck and gets a firm hold of his balls. All of a sudden John realizes his gran could walk in on them anytime. “Come with me,” he whispers in Marlena’s ear.
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He pulls her into the scullery, and locks the door. In one swift movement, he lifts his Southern-American princess on the washing machine. He caresses her neck, and lets his hands slide over her breasts. Man, that feels so good. He feels her nipples harden underneath his touch. His hands caress her belly and legs, and slowly pull her skirt up. She’s wearing a little red thong. “May I?” He asks, while he moves her thong aside, and caresses her love button. “Of course. Please continue.” He falls to his knees, spreads her legs and lets his tongue slide across her inner thigh. Marlena crumbles when he reaches her hot spot. Then the magic is abruptly disturbed. “Kids, where are you? I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m going to bed in a minute.”
“Oh, um… sorry gran. The washing machine was acting a little crazy, so Marlena asked me to take a look at it. But I think I fixed it. This was the guilty thing” A little clumsy he gets a coin from his pocket. “Strange,” says Gran. “I should’ve heard that.” John doesn’t know how quick to get his coat on. “Goodnight Gran. I’ll see you tomorrow. Cause now we still didn’t have a chance to talk, thanks to your washing machine.” All heated up he gets on his bike. His gran didn’t notice anything now, did she? If so, he’s afraid to show his face again! Tomorrow he’s gonna ask Marlena on a date. He’s getting a little nervous because of all the secret stuff.
To avoid his mothers annoying questions, John tells her he’s going out with some friends. At 19.00 sharp he’s at his Grans. Marlena opens the door. “Hey uh… Can I talk to you a minute? Alone. I wanna ask you something?” She smilingly grabs his hand and says, “Yes you can, cause you’re gran’s not here. She went to the Rotary-club.” John doesn’t get it right away. “Why? She knew I was coming, didn’t she?” “Um yeah, that’s why. She might be old, but she ain’t dumb! She knows we like each-other.” There it is again: his red face. But the embarrassed-red face is switched for a turned-on red face. The whole villa for him and Marlena. What an opportunity! “Come in, I’ll make you some tea. Or would you like something else?” John doesn’t waste a minute and pushes her against the wall. “Yes I definatly want something else… you!” He kisses her forcefully on the lips, and pulls back again. “You look so beautiful,” he whispers in her ear. She’s wearing a black skirt, that shows her beautiful tanned legs. Her top is wrapped tightly around her breasts. “Shall we go upstairs? I want you.” She smiles seductively, caressing her belly. John wants to say something, but he can’t find his voice. He takes her by the hand and pulls her up the stairs.
“Where you taking me?” John looks towards the end of the hall. “The guest-room, there’s a king size bed.” They open the door as quickly as possible. Marlena jumps on the bed, pulling John with her. Damn she’s strong, he thinks, when he’s lying on his back, with Marlena straddling him. “And now, you’re mine,” she says removing her top. She’s not wearing a bra… His hands move up to cup her breasts, but she doesn’t let him. She grabs his wrists and holds them above his head. “First remove your clothes” John smiles. “How am I supposed to do that, when you’re holding me prisoner?” “Oh, I’m willing to help…” She pushes his shirt over his head and kisses his chest. In one swift movement she undoes his pants. Hmm, she’s done this before. For a moment there he feel jealous, but those feelings disappear the moment he feels Marlena’s lips on his shaft.
John clutches on to the bed, while Marlena is working magic with her mouth. “Whoa… you’re great…” he moans. He immediately regrets that he disturbed her, cause she stops. But then she says in a sensual way, “And this is just the beginning.” She grabs a condom and rolls it down my cock. Then she lowers herself on top of him, and moans softly. Slowly she starts to move. Horny, she looks at him and demands, “Grab my breasts.” She doesn’t have to say it twice. John’s fingers play with her hardened nipples. “Harder,” Marlena moans, while speeding up the pace. She’s moaning Spanish words. He doesn’t understand them, but it’s turning him on even more. She leans a little to the front and her hair hits his sweaty face. And then he explodes! He sees little stars and for a minute there he’s completely out of it. When John opens his eyes, he sees the disappointment on Marlena’s face. “So soon?” He looks at her and stammers “Sorry.” But Marlena kisses him passionately and looks at him with a naughty look. “Don’t worry. This house has more than enough rooms to give a proper welcome.”
b29; The End
The Jarlena Journal 