Chapter 4
Our History
He cannot stop asking me again:
"Why didn't we do this, loving each other so much, long time before? – I was so ready for loving you! Why did you not give in?"
I decide to answer and illustrate for him his everlasting questions completely honest and one last time forever.
"First, now you have me after we were so long time longing and in love."
"Do you really love me?" He's still not believing is luck. –
"Yes dear, I honoured you and felt love for you in my way all the time, 19 years. You were like my father I never had."
"You were grown up in a poor family? What happened with your father?"
"Yes, dear, you know that we have still not much. When I was young my father left us, my mother and her 3 daughters, and married again. We had no support from him, he was not interested in us anymore, and we were very poor. My mother worked and lived in town for little money, and I was grown up by my old grandmother together with my sisters, which you know."
"In that tiny mud house?" – He knows the farm house of my grandmother, because during my work for him he was several times there with me, also supporting my family in special occasions generously.
"Yes Sir, that was our home. And we had not much to eat, nearly no money for clothes and school. My mother showed up after two or three months provided some money. It was never enough. We had our garden, and sometimes we collected food from the wood, and the firewood of cause also each free day and the entire weekend. Sometimes I was selling the firewood to have little money for the family. Mostly I had to wear the old dresses and shoes of my elder sisters to school. And for the other time and the work we had very worn shirts and tops, and no shoes."
"Did you have to work as child, dear?"
I kiss him and caress his naked body. "Yes, of cause we all had to work to be able to survive with the family. We had not much. Everybody had to help. I was working as much as possible in a coffee farm nearby, the one you know. And other work on our field and garden, or getting firewood out of the bush. And of cause the daily work in our household."
"But you did go to school". His hand is caressing my breasts. And I give them to him to play with, to tease me up again.
"Yes, luckily my mother and grandmother insisted that I and my two elder sisters have to attend school. But this was not easy; we needed money for uniforms, shoes and books. I always got the things from my elder sister. I was very lucky that two woman teaches of my primary school did like me and supported me. I got food from them, or money for food, and the books for free. And they helped me to follow the lectures even when I was missing some days a week for work in the farm. I also made some money selling fire wood and with other chances."
"How long did you go to school, dear?" He's kissing me lovely.
"I went 2 years to a pre-school, then at age of 7 for eight years to the public day school until I was 15." I kiss him back now, holding him tight. "Then I could attend two years to the secondary school."
"What? Two years only, why this? What happened to you then?"
"Oh dear, some money for secondary school came from an uncle and from my mother. Then he decided my mother should take more care. But there was no more money to continue this expensive secondary school. I had to leave despite the fact that I was very good in school."
"Yes, you are very intelligent. You should have finished the secondary school at least, my dear girl." He hugs me on his sofa, caresses my neck and my butts, and kisses me again.
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"I would have loved to do that and to be with all my friends, but I couldn't".
"So what did you do then, how did you become more educated?" I kiss him for his care.
"I had to go to my mother's place to live with her and to work occasionally. I had several jobs, for example as a waitress in a hotel-restaurant in Nyeri. But then the hotel was sold and closed."
"But that means you worked hard all your life, my dear". His hand is wandering over my naked body and down in-between my half opened legs. I like his touches and I'm shivering of anticipation.
"I was always strong enough to do some heavy work for some money to help the family."
"And your education?"
"My elder sister could finish the secondary school, my younger sister not. Both sisters could not have much more education. They got pregnant early and married. I was very good at school and I wanted to get some more school education, but the money wasn't enough. I had to leave the secondary school after two years. I for myself kept contact with my friends at the secondary school, and at weekends or some evenings they showed me their lectures, lent me their books to study myself, or taught me the new lessons they had. And I read what I could get."
"So you kept contact with them."
"Yes, we schoolmates were keeping close contact all these years. And I had a close friend learning with me every weekend. And much later then, my love, I was working in your house and you taught me everything. Nearly every day."
"Yes, I really did. I was enjoying your presence." He is a bit proud.
I smiled at him. "You came almost every early morning before my work in my small bedroom demanding a tea, and almost every evening insisting to see me in my small room to talk with me."
"Yes, I really wanted to see you, to talk with you. We talked more and more in English."
I kissed him with love. "Yes, dear, you taught me English all these years, and anything else I know now as education." I'm holding him tight and smile at him: "But you wanted more always, you wanted to fuck me."
He kisses me back. "Well, I was in love with you all the time. But you were so innocent and keeping me on distance always. Why did you not give in?"
"I was serving in your household under your wife, and caring for your daughter. And I had a work reputation to lose. How could I give in to be fucked by you as my employer, and then thrown out and losing my work? And I was afraid of you too, respecting you more like a daughter."
"I was really in love with you young woman of twenty two years from the first view, but I could not touch you without your agreement."
"Yes dear, you behaved mostly as gentleman at least, but it was very much insisting from your side. I felt not comfortable, always under pressure and in danger. So we talked a lot."
"Did I make you uncomfortable because of insisting and making you afraid to lose your innocence?" he smiles at me, holding me, playing with two fingers lovely on my clitoris. I moan delightful.
"Oh dear, to be frank: I was not so innocent anymore that time, but you were my boss, much older, and an important person. And then there was your wife always watching me and my work, and watching you also. So it was impossible for me to give in."
"Ohhhh," he looks astonished into my eyes. "You were not innocent, not as you pretended?"
"No, I wasn't," I confess.
"You, you must tell me more about you!" He's a little bit angry now.
"Yes dear," I kiss him more wanting. "I will tell you all you want to know."
After all this teasing I feel more hot and wanting for his love, but have to recognise that his Dick is not ready for more love, very relaxed resting in my teasing hand. So maybe I have to tease my lover more. I really need a relief from tensions in my Queen induced by his continuous caressing hands and fingers on my body. I need to be fucked again.
So I raise and hold him my breasts to kiss, and he does it with pleasure and real passion for me. Oh so nice to feel his tongue fool over my aroused nipples. And I kiss him hot and wanting, unfortunately without any reaction.
"Oh dear, I need you again, I want you to love me now."
"I'm sorry, really, but I need more time to rest and recover. In my age and with my diabetes it is not like in your young years anymore."
"I understand, don't worry about it, you are great my lover. And you loved and fucked me perfectly before."
And I kiss him again, presenting him my body to play with. But I want and need much more.