I’m not one for gossip and I hate idle curiosity, but this time I’d have given a great deal to know what happened at Eliška’s after I left. Since anything was possible, I couldn’t even begin to imagine.
I was enjoying a lazy Sunday morning, wallowing in bed. I normally get up fairly early, but when there’s nowhere to be, why would I? The pleasant half-doze didn’t last long, though. The doorbell rang. Eliška, I thought immediately. It was hard to imagine who else it could be — though I pulled on a pair of shorts just in case, not wanting to answer the door naked.
“Well, you’ve done it now,” she announced the moment I opened up.
“Done what?”
“All of it. I’m still embarrassed. Those first few minutes after you left… I didn’t know what to do, what to say. And that’s not even counting Eli,” she said, pouring it all out at once.
“What — she’s embarrassed too?” I asked, amused.
“No, not exactly, but it took us a while to find our footing with each other, and then it came naturally. Because of you I’ve discovered I have a clever, sensible and — most importantly — responsible daughter,” she went on.
By this point we were sitting in the living room and I was burning with curiosity about everything that had happened there. She could tell.
“No. No details. That stays between us girls. I came here planning to give you a piece of my mind for that little ‘surprise’ of yours, but instead I’m thanking you for it.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said, and meant it. Eliška nodded slowly, a small smile on her lips.
“You’ve got something else up your sleeve, haven’t you?” I said.
“Something like that. We’re both inviting you to lunch. Eli wants to get to know you better,” she told me, eyes sparkling. She clearly expected the two of us would have another go — which I had no intention of denying her. I just hoped it might happen without the daughter present.
“All right,” I agreed. “I’ll bring my appetite.”
She looked at me the way someone does when they can’t decide whether to laugh or kick you.
“Actually, come with me now. You’ll have more time to talk. Eli’s heading back to her student halls right after lunch. And I’m leaving too, as it happens.”
“Are you? Where are you off to?”
“Work,” Eliška said, irritated. “But I’ll be back Friday and we’ll make the most of it.”
“We won’t. Jiřka will definitely be back Friday — she rang me,” I said, stating the plain fact.
“Then I’ll come Thursday. I’ll work something out. I’m not missing our last chance.” She was already moving toward the door, and I followed.
Eli was in the kitchen. She was standing at the cooker, pretending to stir something in a small silver saucepan. In the heat of the day she had on nothing but a long T-shirt — or perhaps a sleep shirt — hanging loosely to mid-thigh. I could easily imagine she had nothing on underneath.
“Morning, junior,” I said cheerfully and sat down at the kitchen table. “Your mum said I’m here to be interrogated. So here I am, and if we’re going to talk, we should use first names. You can call me… hmm… Uncle, if you like.”
“Fine. Un-cle,” she spelled it out without looking up from the cooker. It sounded ironic — possibly contemptuous. I decided not to think about it. I waited.
“Would you finish this?” she asked her mother after a moment, turning around. Eliška was still standing in the doorway, as if she’d been waiting for exactly that request. Almost as if they’d planned it. She took the spoon and Eli sat down across from me.
“I’m angry,” she began, with no preamble whatsoever. “Angry and furious.”
“And why’s that?” I asked, surprised.
“You’re seriously asking? After what I had the pleasure of witnessing yesterday?”
“Ah. I understand your outrage and I apologise. Had I known you were home, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“Outrage? What outrage?! You wound me up to breaking point!! I’m absolutely desperate and there’s nobody to take care of it!” she burst out with unrestrained passion.
“I’m genuinely sorry about that,” I said.
“Sorry!” she almost snapped. “Then you should do something about it so you won’t be sorry — Un-cle!”
I glanced at Eliška, looking for help, or at least some small signal. She simply shrugged, abandoned me entirely, and turned back to the cooker.
“Me? Do what, exactly?” I asked carefully.
“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it,” her eyes flashed with wild intensity. “Do to me what you did to Mum.”
I should have seen that coming. I didn’t, and for a moment I was speechless.
“That’s not possible, Eli. It would be like doing it with my own daughter,” I said, calmly.
“Would it?” she asked, mockingly. “For one thing: I’m twenty years old and I’m not your daughter. I’m also fairly sure you wouldn’t hesitate with any other twenty-year-old. For another: Jiřka’s going to love hearing what I saw at home — and believe me, I’ll tell her with great enthusiasm.”
It was plain she was completely serious. I shook my head in disbelief.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were capable of blackmail,” I said reproachfully.
“Neither would I, if I weren’t so desperately in need of a man.” She held my gaze and waited.
“Well, I suppose I’ll just have to face the embarrassment. But even if I agreed, it still wouldn’t be possible — I won’t do anything like that without protection.”
“Haven’t you learned to pull out in time over the years?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Of course I have. But with you it would be so extremely risky that I couldn’t guarantee anything — so without a condom, not a chance.”
She stared at me as if I were temporarily impaired, then stood up, disappeared briefly, and came back with two boxes of condoms.
“Will that be enough?” she asked, tossing them onto the table with a provocative look.
“Good lord,” I sighed. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“Please just do it, or I won’t be able to cope with her,” came Eliška’s voice unexpectedly from the cooker. She sent me a pleading look.
“Fine. You’ve ganged up on me and I’ll probably bitterly regret this. But surely one’s enough —” I pointed at the table. “Or shall I wear three at once just to be safe?”
“No,” Eli laughed, “but once you’ve ‘had your way with me’, I’m going to return the favour.”
I didn’t like the situation one bit. Not the sex itself — but being pushed into it. That really bothered me. Still, what could I do?
“Where do you want to do this?” I said, practically.
“In the hallway, obviously!” she cried. She jumped up, grabbed a box with one hand, took my hand with the other, and dragged me toward the door. Then she stopped, turned back and called out: “Are you going to watch, Mum?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Eliška looked horrified. “I wouldn’t put my eye to a keyhole to see this.” She turned back to the cooker with a pointed silence.
Eli didn’t wait for anything else. She pulled me through the door like a gust through a chimney, and the moment she’d braced herself against the wall of the hallway, she had my shorts undone — they fell to my ankles before I’d even registered it. I hadn’t had time to step out of them and kick them aside before she’d whipped her T-shirt over her head and was standing in front of me naked.
I looked her over from head to toe and frowned. “You’re completely shaved.”
“Is that a problem?”
“For me, yes.”
I have never in my life seen a more bewildered, uncomprehending expression — combined with impatient desire, almost verging on sexual mania. She reached quickly into my shorts.
“Go ahead and put it on since you’re holding it,” I said.
I hadn’t even noticed her opening the wrapper, and already I felt her rolling it onto me with considerable competence. The moment she was done she suddenly cried out: “No! No!” and started pushing me away.
“All right then, we won’t,” I said, without any emotion, and stepped back.
“For God’s sake, don’t be ridiculous! I’m only playing!” she wailed in despair and quickly pulled me back. I took advantage of her momentary stillness, took hold of her almost perfectly formed breasts, pressed her against the wall, and drove into her in one movement.
“You’ll get what you wanted,” I said through my teeth, and thrust hard. I put everything I had into it. Eli gasped and her eyes went wide. I kept going with the same intensity, and I was getting faster.
At first Eli was making quiet, indistinct sounds, but they soon faded. Her parted lips and the gloss in her eyes told me clearly how aroused she was. It was getting to me as well — but at the rate I was going, it was fairly likely I wouldn’t last long.
I was nearly spent when the dam finally broke and the white flood filled the space enclosed by the rubber sheath. A few final strokes and it was done. I carefully withdrew from the flushed shell. Eli slid down the wall to the floor, and I went to dispose of the evidence and put things in order.
When I came back she was still sitting there with her eyes half closed, leaning against the wall. I crouched down beside her.
“If you think I’m done for, you’re wrong,” she whispered, opened her eyes and looked at me steadily. “You’ve heated me up like a hotplate. I could do that again ten times over. No, don’t worry,” she added quickly, seeing my alarm. “I won’t ask you to. It’s my turn now and I owe you.”
She sprang up like a fawn, prodded me with her foot, and drove me into the bedroom. Without a word I let myself be laid down on the familiar wide divan. She climbed onto me like a snake and arranged herself so that her shaved centre made contact with exactly the right place. She rocked gently and began to hum some quiet melody to herself. It almost sounded like a lullaby, though I doubted she intended to send me to sleep.
“That’s not fair of you,” I said quietly.
She stopped moving and answered just as quietly: “You’re right. It wasn’t fair. But how do you stop a desperately aroused girl from doing what she wants?”
“You don’t know?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Then I’ll tell you.” I looked her directly in the eyes and began. “When I first saw you, my first thought was that you had the hairdo of a rock grandmother — Tina Turner — and that I wanted to—”
“My God, you talk dirty too?” she interrupted.
“What do you mean, dirty? At work I don’t swear either, and I say ‘backside’, not ‘arse’. It’s just that… the proper clinical terms don’t come naturally to me. Plain language suits me better and everyone understands it. If someone finds that coarse, that’s their problem,” I explained my position and went on.
“So don’t interrupt me. My second thought was that it was out of the question. It would be completely inappropriate toward your mother. So I pushed my impulses to the back of my mind and gave nothing away. What you’ve done isn’t just unfair to me — it’s primarily unfair to your mother. You must have seen her face, but you chose not to. You didn’t want to see it. So if you want to finish what you started, you have to promise me something. You’ll learn to hold back your impulses and think carefully about what you do, depending on the circumstances. And between the two of us, there will never be anything again — even if privately I might occasionally wish otherwise. Do you promise?”
Eli, who had been lying calmly on top of me, shifted.
“I promise,” she said after a moment’s silence. “Not to be allowed to continue — but because you’re right. We probably should stop, but it won’t make anything better or worse. So I’d still like to finish what I started… if I may… you infuriating Un-cle.”
I nodded slightly. She was right — at this point it made no difference. With a smile she slid beside me, put her hand where it was needed, and without delay set to work. In return I alternated between stroking her little bare spot and her small, perfect curves, to the satisfaction of both of us. Even so it took quite some time before she succeeded in bringing things back to attention. Once she judged things were sufficiently ready, without warning she swung her leg over and before I knew it she had him where she wanted him.
“Hang on — put it on first, then let it in,” I protested.
She obeyed with very obvious reluctance. Despite the initial unpleasant sensation of the latex she soon found her rhythm and proceeded to give me what I can only describe as a pole dance. It must have aroused her enormously, because after barely five minutes she came spectacularly. That pushed me a great deal further forward. A few minutes more and I followed her, contributing rather pleasingly to her second climax in the process.
She carefully disengaged from her mooring, knelt beside me and leaned down to kiss me.
“Satisfied?” I asked.
“How can you even ask? Can’t you see?” she murmured, a smile spreading across her face like sunshine.
“Then all that remains is to look at you one last time and touch the places I’ll never have access to again,” I said wistfully. For a while I stroked Eli in all the places where women are usually stroked, then sighed and announced the sad truth that it was time to go and make ourselves presentable.
We returned to the kitchen like two almost-sinners. Almost. Eliška silently began laying the table for lunch. Eli immediately went to help her, but before we sat down she stood facing her mother and said clearly: “Forgive me, Mum, but I had no idea I could be such a cow.” Then she sat down. Eliška very nearly forgot to close her mouth. But it was plain that her reserve was thawing, her eyes softening. Eli breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“Bon appétit, everyone,” said Eliška, sat down at the table, and we all began to eat.
Shortly after lunch the junior departed back to her student halls. I apologised to Eliška then too.
“Don’t apologise,” she said. “You’re not my husband or my lover — and besides… I think I can understand you both. I just can’t quite bring myself to carry out my original plan for our goodbye now. I wanted to… you know what I wanted.”
“I do. And I think it probably wouldn’t have felt right for me either. So — maybe another time.”
“Jiří, that other time is Thursday,” she reminded me gently. “Now I really do have to go.”
I went back to my flat and settled into the active laziness of lying about, watching television, flipping through channels. I wondered what to do with the next four days of relative freedom — relative because I did have work.
I considered calling Alice again, but eventually dismissed it. I decided it was better to conserve my strength for my wife’s return, given that I’d be spending some of it with Eliška on Thursday. In the end I spent my free time with my camera, wandering around town and the surrounding area, trying to catch interesting shots.
Eliška’s anticipated Thursday arrival was entirely unanticipated. She must have been watching for me from the window, because when I came home from work she was already waiting in the corridor. In her dressing gown.
“Come quickly, I can’t wait any longer,” she breathed eagerly and was already nudging me toward her half-open door.
“Might I at least go and get changed first?” I protested.
“What does it matter whether you undress at home or here,” she countered, and I was already inside.
The dressing gown came off immediately behind the door and she attacked my clothing. In no time at all I was naked and had somehow ended up in the bedroom. She laid me on the divan and mentioned casually that she fancied a dessert she’d never tasted, and before I knew what was happening she had my fellow in her mouth. She worked him expertly, and when he had surrendered his secret, declared he had tasted better than ever before.
I returned the favour with my tongue and with considerable assistance from my fingers. I managed to find the right spot, and with gentle, sustained attention brought her to an orgasm that nearly made her lose consciousness.
“Where did you learn that?” she asked, still trembling all over, when she came round.
“I read about it somewhere and thought I’d try it,” I admitted truthfully.
“It was extraordinary, and now I’m completely wild — but I’m also very hungry. Shall we eat something?” she suggested. I agreed.
I have no idea where she produced a platter of open sandwiches from, but there they were, and we cleared them down to the last crumb.
The wide divan in the bedroom received our eager bodies with open arms. The moment we settled onto it Eliška took charge without hesitation of the resuscitation of my companion, which didn’t take long given her skill.
“Now I’m going to have my way with you,” she announced with mock severity, and without warning straddled me and began to ride him briskly. At her request we changed positions several times in the acts that followed. I came twice, but after the third I put on the brakes.
“I’m sorry, but three’s the limit,” I told Eliška with genuine regret. “I have to bear in mind that my wife arrives tomorrow, and if I couldn’t—”
“That’s fine,” Eliška said with a soft smile. “We’ve had more than enough. I’ll miss this,” she added, looking like a sad puppy.
“So will I. And the trouble is we won’t be able to repeat it any time soon,” I said ruefully.
“That’s true — but we have something to look forward to whenever the opportunity arises,” she said encouragingly, and released me from her embrace.
I went to shower. When I came back and looked sadly at Eliška, still displaying her beautiful naked body without any self-consciousness, I told her regretfully that I really did need to go home and get some sleep — work in the morning.
“You can sleep here,” Eliška offered. “It’s better to sleep in a warm bed than a cold one.”
I smiled. “You always know how to manage me,” I observed, set my alarm and quietly slipped under the duvet beside her. She turned onto her side, facing away from me. I pressed against her body. She reached back, found my hand, and placed it on her breast.
“I can’t remember the last time I slept like this,” she purred contentedly and shifted to find the best position. I drew myself closer. To my complete astonishment I began, entirely unbidden, to stiffen. She must have felt it, because once he had reached his full extent she parted her thighs for a moment and let him slip inside — just barely, just at the threshold of that warm, welcoming place.
I began to explore that small measure of pleasure, and discovered to my surprise that it excited me perhaps more than a full assault might have done. Especially when I felt the rim — and then, apparently, the whole interior — of that hot hollow begin to tremble in some peculiar, particular way. The trembling grew stronger, more distinct, until it transformed into pulsing contractions of a powerful orgasm. From the tip of my mischievous companion, quickly overwhelmed by the stimulating sensations, a stream of white essence sprang forth and filled completely the blissfully quivering hollow.
“Stay as you are. Please,” said Eliška quietly when I stopped moving. “That was the most beautiful thing you gave me this evening.”
Gratified by her appreciation, I laid my head on her shoulder and absentmindedly went on stroking her breasts until we both fell asleep.
The alarm clock terrified me awake. I’m a relatively light sleeper, and Eliška’s bell would have roused the dead. I switched on the small lamp and checked the time to find I had just enough to splash water on my face, throw my clothes on, dash home for a few necessities and race to work.
Nothing went right for me at work all day. Even my boss noticed, so without too much difficulty — and on the promise I’d make up the time — I managed to leave two hours early.
That suited me. I had time to check everything was in order at home, make sure the place was reasonably tidy, and pop out to the pizzeria for dinner, since I couldn’t think of anything better. Then I settled into an armchair with a book and waited for my wife’s return.
I’d barely read five pages when the lock rattled, the handle turned, and she was standing in the doorway. The reunion was worthy of an amateur theatrical production. She spread her arms and stepped inside with a cry of “Jííří!”
I leapt from the chair with an answering “Jiřinko!” and fell into her arms. Lord, the embracing.
“I hope you arrived in one piece,” I said, taking hold of her breasts. “And that you haven’t forgotten anything — everything accounted for?” I added, and slipped my hand between her legs.
“Of course I’m in one piece, and everything’s exactly as it should be. What I lent out was returned without complaint,” she answered roguishly, implying that what I was thinking might or might not be true. “Don’t rush. I need to shower first — I feel absolutely filthy,” she resisted my advances.
“That doesn’t matter at all — I’ll get filthy too and then we’ll shower together,” I argued. “Besides… those well-travelled scents of yours are rather doing something for me at the moment.”
“Oh, how could I resist such a tempting offer,” she exclaimed theatrically and headed for the bedroom, shedding the minimal clothing she was wearing as she went.
I followed her example, and when I stood before the bed on which she had arranged her magnificent figure, I was perfectly prepared.
“Stop waving that candle around and put it in the candlestick,” she laughed, spreading her legs. Obediently I settled between them and pressed forward. Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, I entered. Once my candle was firmly seated in its candlestick, I breathed a blissful sigh and at the same time acknowledged the most fundamental of all truths — that »it’s good everywhere, but HOME… home is best«.
