After a lifetime of work and saving my wife and I retired early to her home country in Central America nearly a decade ago. The reduced costs allowed us to live a comfortable life in the countryside. We built a small home with just a single bedroom as any visitors could stay at a nearby B&B.
With wages obscenely low, we hired a local young, single mother as our housekeeper and cook. She was fantastic and her young daughter became like a grandchild to us. Dora was an orphan and just a teenager herself when she had Anita.
The girl was only four when her mother started working for us. It wasn’t long before we decided to help Anita have a better chance in life and placed her in a private, bilingual school. She thrived in the school and in just a few years was speaking better English than I spoke Spanish.
Seven years after moving to our home near Lake Yojoa, my wife and Dora went to the city of San Pedro Sula for a day of shopping. They were on there way home when my wife lost control on a narrow mountain road. Both were killed instantly. My world died with them and now Anita was alone in the world like her mother before her.
It was left to me to tell this horrible news to the 11-year-old. I was a basket case myself, but had to be strong for the child. She took the news as hard as any child would, we held each other and cried through the night. She did eventually fall asleep from exhaustion and I put her to bed in my bedroom, a room I wasn’t sure I’d ever use again due to the memories of my wife. I slept on the couch and would for weeks to come.
Friends from a nearby town came and helped us both pack away our loved ones belongings. By depersonalizing the home it made it easier to continue living there. Anita tried to return to the small home she had shared with her mother. She took over the work her mother had done and there was no question that she would still continue her education. It was only a few days after returning to her home that she began working late and finding excuses to stay at my house. I didn’t mind as she added life to the house.
After a month in which she stayed with me all but about three nights, I faced reality and asked if she would just like to move into my home. I can still feel the hug she gave me along with the warmth of the tears that rolled off of her cheeks.
I had finally returned to my bed and she started sleeping on the couch. It soon became apparent that there would be difficulties sharing the small home with a preteen girl. To begin with the bathroom was off the bedroom and she would need to come through when ever she needed to use it. Privacy was not something my wife and I put a great deal of thought into, now it was going to be an issue.
On more than one occasion we surprised each other in states of disrobe. At first it was uncomfortable but we grew used to each other and shyness faded with familiarity. Weeks turned to months and we each grew closer, Anita became like a daughter and I became her “Popi.”
The following winter was exceptionally cold for the region and frequently rains added dampness to the cold. One night in February brought a storm with heavy blowing rain and the coolest weather in years. I was comfortably asleep when I felt a hand softly shaking me awake.
“Popi, lo siento but it is muy frio and I am cold. May I please sleep with you?” Anita asked me.
I, of course, agreed giving it not a thought and she crawled into the bed, snuggly up against me for warmth.
I had always been a sound sleeper and my wife was frequently annoyed when she would have a full conversation with me only find I had no recollection in the morning having never awoken while speaking to her.
So it was in the morning as I slumbered awake. I felt the warmth and weight against me but forgot the tragedy that had struck my lovely wife. In my haze I thought it her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her small body to mine and cupping her tiny breast, feeling the nipple harden beneath my palm.
Nuzzling her and smelling her hair brought me comfort and arousal I had not known in a very long time.
Small body? Tiny Breast? I froze in terror as the realization came to me that I was groping a child, not my beloved wife. Sputtering apologies and remorse, I pulled away from Anita.
“Que est?ien, it is okay, you make me feel good,” Anita said.
I slipped from bed and walked into the bathroom to gather my thoughts. There I felt myself erect and sought to relieve myself, stroking slowly up and down the length of my cock, feeling my balls growing tight and cum churning up to erupt in strong spurts. But it was with tumult as I pictured not my wife, but Anita as my orgasm coursed through my body.
That day played out awkwardly as I tried to avoid Anita while I found a way to apologize for my actions. It was at supper as she sat down to eat with me that she broke the silence
“Popi, are you mad at me for last night?” Anita said quietly.
I broke down as I told her she should be mad at me, that I took advantage of her and that I was wrong, very wrong. I felt horrible at violating this child’s trust in me.
Anita got up and walked around the table to me, kneeling down so see could look into my downcast eyes.
“Popi, you miss the Abuela very much, like I miss mi Madre. Last night you held me when I was cold and scared. It felt very good and I felt very loved, more than I have ever felt before. Don’t feel bad Popi, for you made me feel very special.
Then she looked at me with her large brown eyes, leaned in and gave me a small kiss, but let it linger so I could feel her moist, soft lips against mine. I brought my hand up and caressed her cheek before kissing her back with passion.
Our lips meshed and our tongues found the others. This was a kiss of both love and lust. My mind raced with a portion screaming that it was wrong, that Anita was a child, a 12-year-old who trusted me to protect her. But an even louder part pushed those thoughts aside. It felt so right and so good; my body missed this closeness, missed these feelings and urges.
I had loved my wife dearly; we had been married for more than 30 years when she had died along with Anita’s mother. But her health had never been particularly strong and had grown weaker as she aged. Sex had become painful for her and it had ceased to be part of our lives. I loved her deeply, with all my heart and let go freely not wanting to cause her any pain. So it had been many years since I felt the touch of a woman.
Now all those years of frustration came bursting forth. My body wanted and needed release – if even from this young girl.
These thoughts flashed through my mind in milliseconds. There was no hesitation or regret – yet. We broke apart and looked at each other. A smile came across Anita’s face and mine too. I caressed her soft skin and looked at her young body with new desire. She was a Latin beauty with mocha skin and black hair; her eyes were brown like a richness that cannot be described. Her forehead had the long slope betraying the Mayan blood she carried. She was small, maybe 85 or 90 lbs and perhaps five feet tall. Her breasts were just beginning to develop and caused slight swells under her t-shirt. She had small hands with long slender fingers. She exuded a sexuality that I had never detected before. I smiled to myself as I realized that one day she would break many hearts that would desire her but never have to opportunity to possess her. I was indeed fortunate to discover her.
My hands traced down the side of her face and along her jaw line. I leaned in once more and kissed her lips softly, like a butterfly alighting on a flower. My lips moved down her chin and her throat as I drew her close in an embrace. No words had been spoken between us, but I needed to be sure of her intent and desire. I did not want to force myself on her or hurt her in any way.
“Anita, we really shouldn’t do this, it isn’t right. I love you and I don’t want you to be hurt or think this must happen. Do you understand what I am trying to say?” I asked.
I felt her pressing against my chest to move away from me. I released my embrace and waited for her to tell me to get away or to curse me. She looked me in the eyes and a smile grew on her face.
“Popi,” she started, “I love you and I know you will not hurt me. I want you to be happy and I want to be happy. We no have anyone else, so we need to have each other.”
Could this really be the little girl I used to watch play with handmade dolls in our front yard. She was speaking with maturity far past her age.
Then I felt her hands take mine and pull them to her face to kiss them gently. She then pulled them down and held each to her small breasts, taking me back to how this day had started.
We held each other for the next few hours, occasionally kissing or caressing the other as the last of the day’s light faded to night. It was a quiet and peaceful with no words being spoken between us.
Evening life in our area wasn’t exciting and most homes went dark by 9 pm, ours was no exception. As the hour approached, I felt Anita grow slightly heavy as she relaxed and her breathing grew rhythmic. Soon she was fast asleep held fast in my arms. I carefully picked her up and carried her into my room, laying her on the bed. I left her dressed, only sliding her sandals off.
Giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, I striped down and crawled into bed myself. Lying there I thought about the change the last day had brought to both of our lives and wondered what would transpire in the upcoming days. As sleep finally came to me, the last thing I saw was Anita’s face softly illuminated by the moonlight. She was smiling.
The next morning as I awoke I felt relaxed and happy, I became aware of my erection and then of being touched and stroked lightly. For a moment I was confused and disoriented but then became aware of the warmth of a body next to me and a head on my chest. I remained silent and still, enjoying the touch of another. It was a feeling I had not enjoyed for a very long time.
Anita’s touch was light, like she was afraid and unsure of herself. I assumed this was the first time she had ever seen or touched a man. I wasn’t even sure she pleasured herself. There was so much I didn’t know, so much for both of us to learn.
“That feels nice Anita,” I said very softly so as not to startle her.
“Buenos Dias Popi.”
“Good morning dear,” I answered.
“Popi…. May I ask…” she started hesitantly.
“Yes,” I answered, not really sure where this was going but having a guess.
“Why do you get hard every morning?”
“Every morning? I queried, “How do you know I’m hard every morning?”
Anita grew silent as she immediately knew she had given something away. I was afraid she thought she was in trouble.
“It’s okay,” I said, “I was just surprised that you had seen me before.”
“I wake before you and sometimes need to go to the bano. You are sometimes not covered or your sheet is poked up,” she giggled.
I couldn’t help but laugh with her; the young innocence was so charming. I stroked her hair, running my fingers through it and feeling the thickness of the strands, but still how soft it was. I leaned over and kissed her, gently at first but each of us felt our passion grow. Her hand never left my cock and now her grip tightened slightly causing my hips to pump slightly increasing the pleasure I was already feeling. I moved my hand to her hip and slid it under her t-shirt to her breast. She had only small mounds but they felt so warm and soft. I lightly pinched a nipple and she responded with a moan into my mouth. Her nipple grew hard and I ran my fingers over it.
Anita let go of me, much to my dismay. But she sat up and in a single motion she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. I saw her bare breasts for the first time. They were lovely, slightly bronzed and the areolas were a dark, reddish brown, about the size of a nickel. The nipple was pronounced, like a bead. I couldn’t resist and drew her to me so my mouth could taste them. I kissed and lightly licked the nipples causing them to harden even more and bringing forth more moans from my young lover.
As she grew accustomed to the sensation on one breast, I would switch to the other starting her arousal to build anew. She had never before experienced the intimate touch of another and her young body was overwhelmed by the feelings it was experiencing. Her moans started softly but grew with intensity; she arched her back pressing her breast to my face and brought an arm up to hold my mouth tight against her body. With each new wave of pleasure she became louder and soon her moaning was interspersed with cries of “dios mio.”
For me, hearing those cries just urged me on and filled me with joy. Her breasts were heavenly and the texture of her hard nipples and crinkled areola against my lips and tongue were unlike anything I had experienced since my own days as a teenager.
As I continued sucking on her tits, my hand slipped down and began massaging her thigh, rubbing and kneading the inner muscles just above the knee. Slowly working it higher and higher up her leg and slipping under the hem of her dress.
When my fingers first touched her panties I found them soaked with her moisture. I lightly traced the leg opening with my fingers eliciting a shudder from Anita. I went slowly to let her experience and grow accustomed to these first time sensations.
From one finger along one leg opening , then a second tracing the other opening. She spread her legs further and her breathing became much deeper. At that point I let my remaining fingers begin to glide over her panty front tracing up and down her slit; just going back and forth lightly. She was not even aware that she was moving her hips in rhythm to my touch.
I now released her breast knowing that other sensations had overwhelmed her. She had become primal as her brain overloaded with these new and powerful signals it received.
Sitting up I undid the buttons on her skirt and began trying to work it off along with her panties. She seemed to instinctively know and raised her buttocks to let me slip both down her legs.
After dropping both pieces of clothing next to her discarded shirt I turned back and took in my breath as I saw my beautiful Anita’s fully nude form for the first time.
She was so beautiful.
Lying on my bed she looked like a dream, my heart was pounding in anticipation as I dropped to my knees and started kissing my way up her leg. I’m not sure Anita knew what was coming but she seemed to be enjoying the new feelings and experiences. I know I was enjoying myself.
At 12 she was just into puberty and had not yet begun to grow any pubic hair. I could see the glistening from her moisture on her skin.
I kissed up her thigh and across her mound to go down the other leg. It was so hard not to just dive in and taste her. But I refrained and moved with deliberate slowness. I stole a glance up her body and she was pinching her nipples and pulling at them mimicking what I had done earlier with my mouth. Her breathing was hard and I could hear her moans and soft words.
Once again I had reached her mound and this time I intended to stay there for a while. I gently used my hands to open her knees and move my face in to start.
The first time I ran my tongue from her rosebud along her slit to her clit she nearly knocked me out by slamming her legs back together – several times.
Her taste was fresh and sweet, a nectar much too good for an old leech like me. It was a taste I will dream about for many years to come. Her skin was smooth and pink inside; her clitoris was still small but very sensitive. I could get my tongue into her pussy hole all the way to her virgin barrier. Soon that wouldn’t be an issue.
I continued to lap at her pussy drenching my face in her juices during the process. With each pass of my tongue she came closer and closer to her first orgasm. When I finally sucked her clit into my mouth she went over the edge.
Her body went tense and she began moaning and crying “si, mas; si, mas.” Then the tidal wave of feelings fully hit and she began thrashing around screaming in her native tongue “MAS, MAS, POR FAVOR DIOS, ALLI JUSTO ALLI, BESO DE MI CONO, TAN BUENO POPI, TAN BUENO!”
It was hard to stay in place but I held on to her hips and enjoyed the ride. I lost count how often she came but it wasn’t hard to tell when she finally couldn’t handle anymore – She went limp, passed out from exhaustion.
I reluctantly ended what had been one of the best times of my life. I placed a sheet over my Mayan princess and left her to recover while I went for a drink and to rest up for what would surely be an unbelievable encore when she woke up.
Living outside the states has benefits beyond a lower cost of living. Cuban Rum is one I discovered early and now I was enjoying some and deciding on dinner. I expected Anita would be hungry when she woke up and ordering a pizza delivery wasn’t an option here. There were options though and I fancied myself a pretty good cook. Like any typical 12-year-old, Anita had simple tastes but I also knew a simple meal could often be the most satisfying.
I found some ground beef and pork sausage, so with some onion and peppers from the garden I had the makings of a fine meatloaf. There were some plantains on the trees behind the house that could be fried, then mango smoothies for dessert.
Getting dinner ready kept me busy for a few hours and the meatloaf had about 20 minutes to go when I heard Anita stirring.
Wearing only her t-shirt, she came rushing out of the bedroom straight to me throwing her arms around my waist and nearly tackling me.
“Oh Papi! era tan maravilloso, mucho gracias,” she said before kissing me.
While I was appreciative and more than a little turned on, I was also conscious of the hot oil on the stove next to me,
Telling her to slow down and to be careful to avoid any danger, I fumbled a bit with my pidgin Spanish. “Frenar el amor, tomalo can calma pare que nadie esta herido.”
Anita giggled a bit at my halting and basic ability to speak her language. She often did but I never took offense. I knew I sounded like the village idiot. I always regretted not learning the language but despite my efforts through the years I had never done well. I had originally meet my wife during my college years when I needed a Spanish tutor. She tried hard to help me, but I was pretty hopeless. Besides we found some much better ways to occupy our time together back then.
“Dear, I’m making us some food and the stove is very hot. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.” I repeated in English.
She looked at me and smiled, causing my heart to melt.
“Si, Popi, I am sorry.” She said.
“I’m not mad, no reason to say you are sorry,” I replied. “I just want us both feeling good later. Earlier was just a warm up.”
Anita’s eyes grew large, and then she blushed and hid her face.
The meatloaf was done and plantains were just finishing, I popped open a couple Bananita sodas and took the food to the table.
We were like school kids through dinner, laughing and teasing each other. We fed each other, kissed and made faces. I felt like a teenager again. I didn’t think it was possible at my age but I think I was falling in love.
Anita cleared the table and started doing dishes while I went out on the deck overlooking Lake Yojoa and swayed in a hammock. Life was wonderful and I had a feeling it was going to get better.
A short time later, Anita came out and lay down next to me. We just swung slowly as daylight faded to night. I couldn’t help but think about how much had changed in the last 24-hours. I also thought about how much more was likely to change.
Just as I was deep in that thought, it became an exercise in reality as I felt a small hand began caressing the front of my shorts.
I didn’t say anything; I just enjoyed her touch and grew harder by the moment. It didn’t take long until I was fully erect and harder than I had been in years. I wasn’t going to bust any zippers or poke out the top of my suit. I am only average in size and that’s being generous. At only five inches fully erect, I’ve always been a bit shy about my size but right now I didn’t care. I just wanted to enjoy this moment with my young lover.
Turning my head I looked at Anita. She was obviously enthralled and while using one hand to explore me she had slipped her other hand inside her own panties.
I watched her fingers moving under the fabric and decided to take this to the next level. Without saying a word I reached down and unsnapped my shorts, pulling down the zipper.
Anita looked up at me and we leaned together to kiss. While our tongues danced she slipped her hand inside my shorts and pulled my cock out. I looked at it in her tiny hand and it no longer looked so small. She held it and softly stroked making even harder.
Then without a word she leaned down and took the head in her mouth; now it was my turn to moan.
I could tell she had never sucked a cock before, but she was definitely a natural. She then stood and pulled my shorts down and off my legs. After looking at my cock closely for a minute, she licked the full length and covered it with kisses. When she kissed the underside of the head I couldn’t help but moan loudly in pleasure.
Anita looked up at me and smiled. “You like? I do good?, she said.
“You’re doing better than good,” I replied, “You’re perfect.”
She beamed a beautiful smile at me and then went back to kissing and licking my cock before once again taking the head into her mouth. This time she went further down the shaft, slowly trying to take my full length. The feeling of her warm mouth on my cock is almost indescribable.
She took most of the length in her mouth and then slowly started bobbing her head up and down. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, I had forgotten how good this felt. Then she tried to take even more but gagged herself. She pulled off trying to get composed.
“Lo siento, Popi,” she sputtered out.
I reassured her that nothing was wrong and she did wonderful, that she made me feel very good.
She smiled and continued to slowly stroke me. She leaned back down and I thought she was going to try again but instead she sucked one of my balls into her mouth while still stroking me. I wasn’t about to complain.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. My balls were starting to tighten and my cock grew thicker. I was reaching that point when a man knows there is no turning back. Then I came – I came in a mind blowing, howl at the moon orgasm that just didn’t slow down. I pushed out more cum than I had in many years. As I started to come back to earth and try to resume breathing, I looked at Anita just in time to see her take my still throbbing cock into her mouth. Before I could warn her that I was too sensitive, she sent me back into orbit. She sucked me until I went soft and then licked up any cum she could find.
I was speechless when she looked and me with a huge smile.
“Delicioso,’ she said and then went into a fit of embarrassed little girl giggles.
I pulled her up to my side and kissed her with all the love I had in me. I wanted to do so much more right then but my old body failed me and I dozed off feeling Anita’s body pressed to my side.