The Missionary's Position - Sex Stories

The Missionary's Position

I'd spent my summer with a family in a small village that borders France and Italy. Luca, his wife Elka, and their son Luis lived in a modest home on the edge of the town with the Alps right outside their windows. I don't know if they realized how lovely it was here, but its beauty amazed me every morning. It was my last year of divinity school before going out into the real world. I still needed direction or a plan for the future.

I stared out the window of my tiny second-floor room, meditating about my future, when I heard the splash of water in the small courtyard. It was Elka. It was wash day. They were a simple family, not very well-to-do. Elka would fill a wash basin with hot water and do the wash by hand. She had been at it for a while by the time I had finished my afternoon meditations.

I stood at the window, taking in the view of the mountains, when I noticed the bed sheets neatly pinned to the clothesline blowing in the wind. There, tucked in behind them, was Elka bathing herself from the basin. She had tied her long blonde hair into a bun to keep it dry as she bathed. I watched her hit the sweet spots as we called them back home. Elka had never struck me as beautiful or really much to look at. She had been hiding it under frumpy clothes and shall. Modesty was definitely her virtue. I saw her full frontal as she turned to rinse herself. She had large, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and long legs. She had what I'd call an hourglass figure.

I watched her ...

... hands run over her breasts, down her torso to rinse the soap off of her golden bush and continue down her long legs. Elka then took a towel from the basket to wipe herself off before putting on a clean dress. It was then that she noticed me as I peered down at her. Elka blushed, holding up her hand and waving her finger at me like she was scolding me. She was saying something that I couldn't hear, but I imagined that she was cussing me out. I was embarrassed at being caught taking such liberties and even more ashamed that it had gotten me aroused. I knew I needed to apologize immediately.

I made my way down the stairs to find Elka. She was coming in the door to the kitchen carrying the clothes basket. Red-faced, I mumbled something of an apology. I don't even know what I said, but it made Elka giggle. She was beginning to say something in response when the back door burst open. It was their son Luis coming home from school. Soon, her husband Luca would arrive and be expecting dinner. Elka smiled at me and asked me to help her set the table.

At dinner, we listened as Luca talked about his day. I found myself thinking about Elka, naked, washing herself as Luca droned on about his day. I kept glancing at Elka, wondering about the treasures she kept hidden beneath her plain clothes. I felt a tingle in my cock and shifted closer to the table so no one would see my growing erection. I turned my attention to Luca's story to take my mind off of my newfound lust for his wife.

I ...