SOMEONE TO SEE ME
by
Mirka Sylaque
Published by Mirka Sylaque at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Mirka Sylaque
I must tell you from the beginning that this is not a fiction story. I am fifty five years old, I have studied English literature and I was a teacher for many years. I came upon Smashwords on the internet one day and I ended up returning quiet often checking out books and authors. At some point I decided to do something that had been eating at me for years but never really gathered the courage to do anything about it. I always wanted to write. The fact that it was so simple and easy to publish something through Smashwords helped me take that big step forward and I started working on a story.
While I was writing I kept visiting Smashwords and one day I clicked on the Erotica label just to see what people had to offer and if there was anything worth reading. I didn't mind the straightforward simple writing about various sexual experiences, that was OK by me. So, I read a few things and it didn't really turn me on or anything but something else happened. I felt the need to communicate something that happened fifteen years ago and marked the end of my marriage. It came up in a strong way, it was intense, it jumped on me from the past and I realized that all these years I never shared this with a single soul. The anonymity of the Internet, and the time distance also made it easier for me to actually go ahead and write the story that follows here. I started writing and the whole thing just flowed out of me effortlessly as if it was there all the time, waiting to surface.
As I said I am fifty five years old now. I live in the United States, I am a single woman and have been for the last fifteen years. I wasn't always living in this country. My family moved to the States from Europe when I was nineteen years old. I mention this because it is relevant to what I have to say.
I am of average height and well proportioned although I never had a body to die for. My breasts are full and many men have expressed their admiration for my nipples, I love them too, they're really gorgeous. I have a light complexion and an innocence and sweetness about me that always made me look younger than my age. I am neither innocent nor sweet but I always gave off the false impression that I am quiet naive and in need of protection. I've been told that my eyes are my most interesting asset.
Still, it's how a woman feels about herself, it's the eroticism that bubbles within, the air around her, the way she carries herself that attracts men, it's not all about perfect boobs or perfect skin.
I got married at the age of twenty three. I come from a very strict background and my father and other members of the family had been pushing me to marry ever since I turned twenty one. My husband was nine years older than me. A very decent man, he genuinely cared for me as we settled in a marriage of mutual respect and I started my teaching career thinking that my life was pretty much sorted out.
Soon, we found out that I couldn't have children. He was young, he could have left me and start a family with someone else but he didn't. He stayed.
He wasn't very adventurous in bed but we did have our moments every now and then. As the years passed his passion subsided considerably and we would have sex only to release the tension and then go to sleep. By the time I was forty I knew he was seeing someone else. It's something he kept on the side, he would never let anything interfere with our marriage. I knew she existed, he knew that I knew but no-one ever said anything and life went on. I didn't really mind. I could understand.
It was the end of the summer and we used to spend time on a piece of land about ninety minutes outside the city we live in. It's a spot by a lake and there was a wooden cabin there that we turned into a comfortable little nest. Every year we spent the last two weeks of the summer there and I absolutely loved the place. That year he said that something had come up and he had to go to New York for a week. He proposed to drop me off at the lake and meet me there a week later. I agreed and he took me to our spot, helped me unpack, checked that everything was operating properly and then he left.
So, there I was, forty years old, alone at my beloved spot. I must tell you that at that age I still had a tight fit body and didn't look older than thirty two. I put everything in it's place and prepared a snack. I had a short nap in the early afternoon and then I sat outside enjoying a cold lemonade, the light breeze on my face and a good book. After a couple of hours I felt the need to stretch out so I decided to go for a walk. There were other people living in cabins near by and some of them we had come to know through the years but I was in no mood to see anyone and start making small talk at that point. There were different paths among the trees behind our cabin and I just started walking on one of them. It didn't really matter where I went, I could always return safely because one could never loose sight of the lake. I wondered away for about twenty minutes, then I took a few turns, followed a different path and eventually found myself about two hundred feet above our cabin. I was standing among the bushes enjoying the view of the lake when I heard something behind me. I turned around and parted a few branches to see what was there. The ground was steep and about ten feet above me there was an opening and a cabin. I hadn't noticed that cabin before. We used to walk along the lake and always thought that there were no cabins on the higher grounds.
I climbed through the thick branches and when I stepped on the opening I felt a stinging pain on my right thigh. I was only wearing a light dress and walking shoes, I wasn't really surprised that I cut myself. There was a long red mark high on my thigh and my dress was torn exposing my skin. Little drops of bright red blood started forming along the cut. I looked up. Someone was piling chopped wood by the side of the cabin. He was bent forward when I saw him, he was picking up the last pieces of wood from the ground and put them on top of the rest. He was wearing a faded green pair of pants with large pockets on the sides and a pair of boots. As he stood up and turned around I saw his upper body glistening in the sunlight coming through the tree branches above. He was a big man with broad shoulders and thick arms. He was definitely over fifty with gray hair and a goatee and he seemed like he had been working around his cabin for hours. He was sweating heavily, the hair on his chest sticking on his skin, his muscles all puffed up and red from the effort. He stood there and we looked each other in the eyes. This meeting was obviously unexpected for both of us. But it wasn't his well kept wet body that did it for me... it was the way he looked deep into my eyes...
At this point I have to take you back to an incident that occurred when I was nineteen years old in order for you to understand what really happened when I met that man.
I had tried to have sex for the first time when I was thirteen with a boy my own age. It was the clumsiest attempt, we were both so ignorant and time was pressing, the whole effort was a disaster. It was more than three years later that I finally had sex and I stayed with the same boyfriend for eighteen months. I had sex with two other boys by the time I was nineteen and my father decided that we should move to the States.
The incident occurred during the farewell family gathering, two days before we left Europe. Everybody was there, even relatives that I had only heard of. There was tons of food and endless drinking that went on for hours. I wasn't used to drinking so after a couple of glasses of red wine I was feeling quiet tipsy. Luckily, my father was quiet drunk himself and I basically kept out of his way so that he wouldn't notice the condition I was in. As I was coming out of the kitchen at some point I saw someone that was introduced to me as an uncle earlier, waiting in the corridor, leaning against the wall holding two glasses of wine in his hands. We had made eye contact many times that day and he had an effect on me. He didn't look at me in an innocent way at all, I was intrigued by the way he made me feel, I could sense that this man could see me in a way others didn't and he was very confident and serious and blunt every time he looked straight into my eyes. As he stood there holding the two glasses of wine he wasn't smiling, he was very serious and I could feel it, he could see right through me. I didn't know what exactly it was that he saw but I was pleased in a dark way that he could see it. We didn't say anything to each other. He offered me one of the glasses and I took it with a sweating hand. My knees were weak, I knew this was about sex and I wasn't at all experienced but there was no way I would deny him anything, not when he looked at me like that, not when he could see me. It was the first time in my life that I realized that sex was this vast and quiet often dark landscape and that there were people, more experienced than me that could see where I was willing to go. I gulped down the wine and looked at him with foggy eyes. I didn't resist him at all when he took my hand and led me to the end of the corridor and inside a store room.
He closed the door behind us, it was late afternoon and there was a dim light coming in from the shades. We could hear the music and the voices but they seemed so distant now. The smell of dust was everywhere. He took the glass from my hand, and put it on a bench along with his. He stood in front of me, a tall man about forty five with dark hair and a pair of burning eyes. I could smell the alcohol in his breath and it turned me on. My heart was beating so loud I thought he could hear it. He started unbuttoning my shirt while he kept looking in my eyes. When he was through he took hold of the shirt with both hands and with one abrupt move he forced the shirt open. The move was so sudden and so aggressive that I was pulled towards him breathing heavily, my breasts struggling in my bra, a thin film of sweat over them, I kept looking in his eyes and I knew... that was the way I wanted it...
He grabbed my bra and pulled it down with one equally aggressive move. He hurt me... the bra scratched me at different places but I enjoyed the pain. With a few quick moves I was free and my bra was lying on the dusty floor. He checked my breasts out, then he looked into my eyes again as he caught one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed it and turned it a good half turn. I looked down at the distorted flesh as he started to pull the nipple outwards. It was painful. I looked up at him and I was provoking him in my drunkenness, my eyes were telling him that I was enjoying it, my eyes were telling him that he could go on... He took hold of the other nipple and he squeezed and turned and pulled. Then he turned them and pulled on them even harder and I gasped and leaned forward. He eased off, probably afraid that I might cry out... He played with my nipples some more and also started slapping my breasts. The flesh between my legs was burning. I was wet before we got in the store room, now... it was as if my breasts were directly connected to my clitoris and my vagina walls... I was holding my breasts up with both hands for him and he started hitting the nipples now, I had spasms in my vagina and my clitoris throbbed with every stinging blow, he kept torturing my breasts and my nipples and then suddenly he slapped me on my face... his hand came down on my cheek hard... I couldn't believe how deeply I was enjoying surrendering my body to this man who was a complete stranger to me... he slapped me again on the other cheek and to my surprise I could feel an orgasm rising in my flesh like a treacherous snake ready to spit his fire upon me. My face and my breasts were burning under his hands as he kept punishing me and just as I was ready to explode, he stopped and pushed me to my knees.
I rest my hands on his thighs as he unbuttoned his trousers. I could see he had an erection, I was inches away from it, and I didn't have to wait long. He reached inside and pulled out his throbbing cock. It was circumcised and the head was glistening, precome oozing out of it, a thick drop hanging in the air attached to the tip of his cock by a thin transparent thread. I caught the drop on my forefinger and spread it on the head, caressing the soft skin, his cock jerking violently aching for my attention. It was bigger than the three cocks I had come across until that moment. It wasn't huge but it seemed huge to me at that point. In reality it was a well shaped and above average size cock that would leave no woman disappointed. I caressed it as I circled the head with my tongue slowly. I then took it in my mouth and I loved the taste, I was about to start sucking on it when he pushed my hands away and grabbed my hair. He pulled hard keeping my head steady and then he started moving his pelvis, his cock going deep inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat. He started moving faster and he got more aggressive. He was fucking my mouth hard always pulling at my hair. No-one had ever done that to me before. He drove his cock deeper and deeper inside my mouth and down my throat. Tears were running down my cheeks and despite the discomfort I loved every second of it. He kept fucking me furiously until at some point he pulled his cock out of my mouth and held it in front of my face. His other hand still tight around my hair he turned my head to the side and started slapping my cheek with his cock. Spit was splashing away as he slapped me hard again and again, he slapped me all over my face and then he sweetly tortured my lips with a swift up and down motion of the tip of his cock. He was shaking his cock fast in front of my half open mouth and the silky smooth wet flesh of his manhood was playing havoc with my sensitive swollen flesh. The sensation was incredible and I just lost myself in it completely... I started moaning and sighing louder than before... he pushed his cock in my mouth again in order to stop me, he couldn't risk it... he started fucking my mouth, my skull hurting from the tight pull on my hair... It was a totally new and very intense experience for me and every cell in my body craved for more. I had lost track of time, I was in a trance when he pulled me up and turned me around.
I was feeling drunk and the experience had thrown me off balance. He pushed me forward and I leaned on the shelves in front of me. He lifted my skirt and then he pulled hard on my underwear, he left it hanging in shreds around my thighs. I felt his hands all over my cheeks and then, as I felt his fingers going lower, I arched my back to give him better access. He caressed and parted my wet lips. I looked down and saw my juices dripping on the floor. I started moaning as he inserted one finger in my vagina while he was massaging my clit with another. He put one hand over my mouth and he held my chin tight. His other hand was pushing his cock up and down my open lips, he rubbed the head around my clitoris and then brought it up near the entrance. He kicked my feet slightly and made me spread my legs more... and then, I felt him going in... he kept pushing until he was totally immersed in me... I was moaning under the firm grip on my mouth. As he started fucking me slowly I felt his wet fingers around my asshole. He pressed and rubbed all around and then started passing a finger over the hole... Nobody had played with that part of my body before, not even me, it was a kind of forbidden area... but I loved the way his finger teased the entrance and I started loosing myself in the orgasm that had been building up... His cock filling me up so good, fucking me deep and slow, his fingers working my ass... I arched my back more and pushed back when he pressed a finger inside... it was all too much... I lost myself in orgasmic bliss as I came down on his hard cock hungrily again and again with great force, his member hurting me deep inside, my asshole contracting around his finger...