Barely Legal Ch. 01

Barely Legal

Chapter 1

I tend to date women from other countries. I’ve been doing it for a while. I like how feminine they are and how much more effort they put in looking their best, no matter how poor they are. One lady I dated years ago was Elena. I was 49 and she was 29. Long flowing thick brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a little thicker than most Ukrainian women, weighing in at 65kg on a 165cm frame. She had the cutest daughter, Diana, of 9 years old. She inherited her mother’s hair and her father’s tenacity of spirit. I could date girls this young because I kept myself in shape. I’d dye my hair and beard back to its medium brown natural color and I would always work out. I wasn’t tall, but knew how to treat ladies.

I thought it was funny the first time I met Elena’s daughter. It was after several dates with her mom that I suggested to her that we go on a date with the whole family. Elena and I seemed to be getting along well and I wanted to say hi to her daughter. So, upon meeting her face to face the first time, I used the informal ‘hi’ in the Russian language. I’d learned about 1000 words by then and understood most customs. However, she floored me by responding in the formal ‘hello’ in Russian. She was very stand-offish and it was clear she’d been disappointed by most ‘men’ that dated her mother. She was already wise for her young age. I accepted the challenge and made it my goal to win this little girl’s heart within a year.

I asked many questions of Elena and of Diana. It seems like Elena wasn’t really that great of a mom. She hardly knew any of the answers to the questions about Diana. You know, like what’s your daughter’s favorite cartoons, favorite food, favorite… and so on. So, the next time we had a family outing, I took them to an amusement park. While we took the taxi there, I sat in the back seat with our translator and Diana. Elena rode up front. I asked her many questions directly through the translator: how do you like school, what’s your favorite subject, and more. She was reluctant and a little confused at first. I spoke in English and although she looked at me while I talked, she didn’t understand me. Then she’d look at the translator, who took the time to tell her what I said. This went on the entire time, as the park was on the edge of the city and they lived at the other edge.

I got to know many things about Diana. When we arrived at the park, our first ride was the bumper cars. She actually agreed to go on the ride with me instead of her mom. We had so much fun ramming into her mom’s car and by the end of the afternoon we’d ridden everything and we laughing and having fun. Pizza was on the menu for that evening, and Diana was thrilled. It was her favorite food that I’d learned about via our talks. By the end of the evening, she was hugging me and saying she had the best time in her life. Her mom and I kissed and I reached down and kissed my little pumpkin on the forehead and got a huge hug in return.

“When can I see you again?” this cherub being asked me via the translator.

“I plan on coming back in 3 months, Princess Diana. Can I take you on more fun times then?” I replied.

“Yes, Yes, Yes” she said, jumping up and down as only an excited little girl can do. The kind that brings a huge smile to your face because you know you’ve touched their heart in a special way.

I flew home and over the next 3 months thought about them both. I was ready for a readymade family, as I was pretty certain these two would be exactly what I needed. We continued to write all autumn. Winter arrived and although I was not looking forward to the bitter cold of Europe, I was ready to see my girls. Both of them. I’d gotten Elena her favorite perfume and gotten Diana the Monster High dolls. All six of the main characters. That was her favorite cartoon and I’d seen her multiple times watching the shows and just mesmerized by them. I would bring the gifts with me.

I boarded the plane in America and after landing in Ukraine and unpacking in my apartment, I realized that the damned criminals from the airlines had broken into my luggage and stolen my cologne. Luckily they didn’t touch the girl’s gifts, but I was without something to make me smell good for our dates. The girls and the translator had met me at the airport and now were at my apartment. I quickly changed in the bathroom and we headed out to a nice restaurant. Steak and the fixings. Diana was in heaven as it quite possibly was the first time she’d eaten it. Elena was growing used to being spoiled as I’d taken her many times before.

After the dinner, we went back to my place. It was getting late and they’d be heading home for our big weekend. Before they left, I asked them to step into the bathroom for a bit. I wanted to wrap both their Christmas ataköy escort gifts and give them to them before they went home. Wrapping things before you fly tends to destroy the wrapping paper and makes the gift look repurposed. But I’d cut the wrapping paper out before I left home and neatly folded it to ensure I’d be able to create a great wrapped package when I arrived. Apparently Diana instantly knew that I was wrapping Christmas presents for them and was so excited when she was let out of the bathroom that she didn’t pause for a second. She grabbed the huge box and ripped it open in one fell swoop. Before I could even take a photo or even kneel down to be on her level, she instantly squealed and turned and gave me a hug so tight I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets. I knew at that instant we’d bonded and the family was just waiting for me to pop the question to her mom.

However, over the next 6 months of dating, Elena turned into a greedy monster, incapable of caring about my needs and only seeing me as her personal wallet to raid any time she wanted. Diana and I continued to bond, always having fun, but eventually Elena and I broke up. Over the next 9 years, I dated other women but yet always was clearly sad that Diana didn’t end up as my daughter. However, Elena told Diana that we were just on a break and that we’d date again soon. That was a lie. I eventually got over it, as I dated other girls from other countries. Many years went by.

However, this past year the owner of the marriage agency called me and said she had a girl she’d like for me to meet. She was in her late 40s and definitely more in tune with the ladies I would date. I preferred a 10 to 15 year gap in age. I started a long distance relationship with this new lady Tatyana writing practically every day. However, Tatyana wasn’t very honest or forthcoming. The day I arrived in country, my translator told me that Tatyana was sick and wouldn’t be able to meet with me until later in the week. I was clearly disappointed. Disappointed that Tatyana hadn’t taken the time to mention this fact to me in our last emails prior to me boarding the plane. I’m the type that doesn’t like surprises. But, to compromise, Tatyana said she’d be able to be with me 2 days of the 10 I was in country. I thought well, at least that’s better than nothing.

I didn’t realize how wrong I was with that last thought. Turns out that Tatyana’s idea of sharing a good time with me was to spend every penny I’d brought on crap for her and her extended family. She was a grandmother and spoiled the little grandson with my money. Then she wanted $1000 worth of new clothes. And makeup. And jewelry. And perfume. And to make matters worse, she only wanted to do the things she thought were fun. Oh, and she had lied to me about smoking. Smoking is incompatible with my lifestyle, yet she thought nothing about telling me until I smelled the stench on her clothing, telling me she’d picked up an old habit again. I didn’t realize until then that we had very different ideas of what constituted sharing a good time. I still had a few days left, but had to drive her back halfway across the country where she was staying with her sister. I ended the relationship then and there after dropping her off. She honestly looked shocked.

I told my translator on the way back that I just wanted to relax the last few days at my apartment and try to make the best out of a horrible situation. She understood. I went to sleep the moment I got back to my apartment and slept until 11am the next day. I decided to head to my favorite pizza joint in the city center. It was Saturday and my plane was leaving Sunday midday. I asked for an inside booth. I ordered my favorite meat pizza and then looked around the joint. I was shocked at what I heard.

“John? Is that you?”

I looked around and saw this gorgeous young long brown haired lady. She was about 165cm tall and about 50kg. However, I recognized her almost immediately. It was Diana. My princess Diana. The girl I’d told “You’re my daughter” and she told me “You’re my dad” just 9 years earlier. The girl who the restaurant wait staff had asked if I truly was her father, because she looked more like me than her mom. However the years had been kind to her and she’d grown into an incredible 18 year old beauty. I was stunned and could only reply with “Diana?”

Before I could even get out of my seat, she’d ran across the aisle way and gave me another tight warm hug. Yes, this clearly was my Princess Diana. Only now she was all grown up. She’d learned a little bit of English and by then then my Russian was much better than when we first met, though far from conversational. So the evening was perfect. She joined me as we ate, I asked avcılar escort her about her life since I’d left and she filled me in. She’d dated several guys but wasn’t serious with any of them. “None of them compared to the love you showed me” she said. I was stunned yet again. She asked me about why I was there and why I hadn’t gotten in contact with her. I told her about the ‘monster’ and she laughed. As far as not getting in contact with her, since I didn’t have any contact information for her mom or her, I just hoped that blind chance would work in my favor.

“Well, you aren’t getting away this time from me. Are you still at your old apartment here in the city center?” Diana clearly was intelligent as well as beautiful. I told her yes. “Well, since you are leaving tomorrow, you must invite me over tonight. We can drink some wine and reminisce about old times. Finally, I thought, the perfect ending of a horrible trip.

I didn’t realize how right I was with that last thought. We walked to the grocery store, and picked out a wine she liked. It was a sweet red and I bought some huge olives stuffed with shrimp and cheese to snack on. We found a box of crackers also to cut the oiliness of everything. We weren’t really hungry, but we figured we might be later on. We walked around the corner to my apartment and she held my hand on the way. Yes, I thought about her as the daughter I could have had, but at this moment she was a beautiful young lady 40 years my junior and still held a torch for me. I hadn’t had any action in the sex department in the previous three years so I wasn’t sure if it would cooperate. That was until she held my hand. I was getting excited. As in full on chubby in my pants. I think she noticed it also as I was unlocking the doors to get into the apartment. There were 3 doors prior to the one to the apartment. She generously held the groceries and wine as I fumbled with the keys.

Finally we entered. I turned on the lights and we kicked off our shoes. She asked to use the restroom as I got the wine ready. I obliged and went about trying to find the wine glasses in the apartment. There were none. So I used whatever I could find. At least they were clear glass. I poured the wine and then moved the small table closer to the bed. It was more comfortable to sit there then on the tiny bench like seats of the table. I put the olives in the fridge to cool them down and then got comfortable by flipping on the tv. I set the volume on a setting where we could talk if we wanted and yet see what was going on in the background. I nearly spit out my wine when I saw my princess walking out of the bathroom.

She no longer had on her sexy jeans and tight fitting shirt. Instead, she was in light pink panties and bra and shiny black high heels. The bra barely covered her beautiful B cups but I could clearly see her dark pink nipples protruding through the lacy covering. They were hard and it was clear she was excited. Her panties were as shear as her bra and I could tell she had this perfect dark strip of pussy hair like a runway waiting for something to land on it. She walked my way as sexy as she could and said “John, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve thought about you with every guy I dated. You really won my heart all those years ago. And yes, I realize I was just a girl, but now I’m a woman. I want to thank you properly for the kindness you never had to show me. You weren’t just the dad I always wish I had, but the lover I always wanted as I grew older.”

My mouth became dry and I didn’t know what to say. I was only able to feel. And my cock wanted out of my jeans and into that tight little pussy of the girl that could have been my step daughter. I stood up and handed her a glass of wine.

“Shall we celebrate Princess? I’ve always wanted an affectionate woman in my life and I always thought we’d make the best family. I wanted to teach you everything about life with your mom, but when she showed me her …”

At that, Diana put her finger up to my lips. “Let’s forget her tonight”

I agreed and then I made a toast. “To happy coincidences.” I could tell she didn’t understand and did my best to translate that into Russian. Her English was clearly better than my Russian, but I think the wine would help both of us get past that issue. She smiled and we clinked glasses. The wine was smooth yet it nearly instantly brought a buzz on that first sip. It had been a long while since I’d drank anything and I could tell the same was for Diana. She leaned in and we had our first adult kiss. She was delicious. It was soft and gentle, the way virgins kiss and those who have had little practice at it.

“Please, sit and we’ll talk.” I said.

“No, I want to make love. I only have you for bahçelievler escort one night and I don’t want to waste a second.” She started unbuttoning my shirt, hungry to lose her flower yet I slowed things down.

“Princess, let’s do this right. I want your first time at experiencing love making to be the right way.” She smiled. I got up, and it was clear I was excited at just that kiss. I turned down the light so that it was just barely visible. The wine, low lights, and pink bra definitely set the mood. I finished unbuttoning my shirt as I walked back over to the bed.

We shared a few more passionate tender kisses as we drank our wine. In spite of the difference in years, I could tell we had a connection. She placed her hand on my inner thigh and I cupped her gorgeous breasts and started sucking her nipples through the thin pink bra. She leaned back and moaned lightly. “I’ve never” she said and I took that to mean she was still brand new at all this. ‘Eighteen is a good year to lose your virginity’ I thought. I took her glass and mine and placed them on the table.

We moved over in the bed to take full advantage of it. Our heads were at the foot of the bed and our bodies next to each other. I continued to play with her firm young boobs while she stroked my cock through my jeans. Her nipples were amazing, as I love them when they are nearly as long as the boob itself. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She giggled. “It’s on top” she said. Top? Oh, in front. I had mistranslated the word. I was clearly starting to lose my ability to think rationally. I moved my hands to between her tits and squeezed the latch. As I peeled the lacy cloth away, I eagerly plunged my tongue and mouth onto her breasts and nipples. As soon as both my hands were free, they started playing with her breasts. Firm and the perfect size. Once again she started moaning as I took my time to ensure they were well attended to before moving further downward on her body.

I rolled over with my head between her legs. I slid my hands along the sides of her panties and inched them off, kissing every bit of nude flesh as it came into view. By then her hands were on my head and she didn’t quite understand how to guide me to ensure she orgasmed orally, but after I asked her a few questions between licks and kisses, she quickly learned. As she guided me faster and slower, I’d respond, and she’d quiver at my actions. I gently inserted one finger into her and she was tight. I barely got it past the second knuckle before she started gyrating. I thought I’d give her the royal treatment and starting vibrating my fingers inside her tight wet hole. She quickly let go of my hair and instead grabbed my hand. Obviously it was too much for her. She was moaning something Russian, but I didn’t quite understand it. That was until she used a different word. Stop.

I wondered if I hurt her, and she looked at me and smiled. She then raised my head to hers and gave me a passionate kiss. Not the gentle kiss of a virgin, but that of a woman who is hungry for a cock inside her. “Fuck me, John. I want your cock in me” she said between the deep breaths. She was clearly wet. I don’t know if it was the past hour we’d spent eating pizza and talking or all those years that flooded her memory and caused her to be ready. But I wasn’t going to say no. I had a rock hard cock and was ready to end my three year abstinence. I rolled over and pulled off my jeans and underwear at the same time. I wasn’t able to roll back, for she’d rolled on top of me.

Her mouth and hand was all over my cock. She was good, but I showed her were to press to make it even better: just under the ball sack on the prostate. I ensured I said ‘gentle’ several times and she learned very quickly. My dick started pulsating with energy on its own.

I lifted her head and said “I want you on top of me.” She laughed. Again, I used the wrong word, and actually said I want you on bottom of me. She was intelligent and corrected me by saying top. We both chuckled and then she speared her virgin pussy with my wet monster cock. It was uncomfortable at first, as it always is when deflowering a young lady, but soon the sensation turned to extreme pleasure. She slowly started riding me, taking in a little more of my 7 inch meat at each downward thrust. I thought to myself ‘I’m fucking the lady that could have been my step-daughter. Oh my God, she’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had’ and that thought thrilled me almost to orgasm. I felt guilty yet at the same time extremely aroused and thrilled. My first virgin after a lifetime.

It was wet and warm and sticky. The blood was minimal as was the mess. However, our hearts were beating so rapidly that we heard no other noise. My hands instinctively were on her hips, helping her ride me hard, while her hands were on my chest then would change as she leaned backward, placing them on my knees. I had never been able to cum with the woman on top, as that was my starter position. However, she tightened her vaginal muscles and before I knew it, I was unloading my semen deep inside of her. She gasped. But she wasn’t going to stop. She wanted more.