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Educating Yelena Ch. 01

By: Man4Living



When he first set eyes on her at the airport in Kiev, he had been entranced. They had spoken by phone for several months and exchanged photographs. He had liked the tone of her accented voice, and been pleased by the images she emailed him. He had worried though that, like so many lonely hearts on the web, she might have faked the pictures, or posted ones from ten years before. Neither of them were in the first flush of youth.

She stood there now amid the throng of shouting taxi touts, an island of calm radiance amidst the churning sea of gesticulating humanity trying to attract the business of the weary arrivals.

He was relieved that she was still there. He had left his spectacles behind in the departure lounge in London , and had been unable to see to fill out the immigration form at the passport booths. He watched helplessly as male officials in military style uniforms, and females in impossibly tight and short skirts scurried to and fro. Finally he had summoned courage to accost an official to request his assistance. The man had officiously fired questions at him and written them down with a practised air of self importance. Then, safely admitted onto Ukrainian territory Derek had stood forlornly at the baggage carousel as realisation dawned that his luggage would not be arriving any time soon. He had lost his luggage, or rather the airline had. He had then sat in a Ukrainian official's office for an hour whilst the lost luggage form was filled out with painstaking slowness and diligence, and a multitude of interruptions.

Derek was two hours beyond his flight's time of arrival before he reached the sliding doors leading into the arrivals lounge. Fear and uncertainty gripped his stomach as he realised that if she had given up waiting and gone, he would be lost without a change of clothes in a strange, exotic city whose signposts he couldn't read. But Yelena had waited, and was there now, smiling delightedly and with relief at the sight of him. All his frustrations and uncertainties melted away in a moment.

"Dahling!" she shouted exultantly at this man she was seeing in the flesh for the first time. The sea of turmoil parted, as for Moses, as her voice registered above the surrounding pandemonium, and she began to run towards him with arms outstretched. As she later told him, she had been so relieved that he had arrived at last that she had lost all inhibition. As the touts made way for her to run to him they drank in the sight of her curvaceous form in her close fitting top and skin tight jeans.

Her photographs had not been a good representation of her: they didn't do her justice. She was more beautiful and sexy in the flesh than her pictures. And the strangers around her salivated at the sight of her body leaping like a gazelle towards her paramour. Then she was on him and hugging him like a long lost relative. At first his natural diffidence held him back, then he returned her hug, which morphed into an embrace, then a passionate kiss. She clamped herself tightly against him and would have been all too aware of his instant erection as she pressed against his groin. His head swam with this mix of sensations: relief, joy, astonishment and arousal.

"Let us go", she said, "we can get taxi outside. It will be cheaper if we negotiate away from this crowd." Yelena's English was good, given that she had been studying it for just four months. She turned to lead him out of the throng which surrounded them. Again the maelstrom parted for her, no doubt to give the lascivious onlookers a better sight of her barely disguised curves.

He turned absent-mindedly to retrieve his non-existent luggage, then remembering his loss, he turned to follow her. The honour guard of touts which had parted to give her room did not include him that signal honour, and had filled in behind her retreating form, so that he had to shove his way through them to reach her. As she did so he saw one hand after another reach out and grope her bottom, or put up palms to impede her progress which just happened to alight on her breasts. She was being mauled and assaulted as men took advantage of the scrum to touch her up. He was at the same time appalled and impressed that her beauty attracted such attention and approbation.

Then they were outside and could relax a little. "What happened back there?" He asked.

"Oh, it is often like that," she replied matter of factly.

"But they were groping you!" 

"That is just men doing what men do." She replied. Then she added, to his relief, "I hate it, but what can I do?"

They found a cool dude standing by a shiny vehicle and Yelena began to negotiate a more realistic price for the trip into the city than he could have got inside the terminal building. Having concluded the negotiations, the man moved off the car body and led them further into the car parking area to another car. This new automobile proposition was much older, rusty, and somewhat battered. Derek was beginning to form a view of this exotic city: airport and government officials dressed like the Red Army, touts who acted like merchants in a bazaar, and a casual, sexist attitude to women.

As Yelena prepared to get into the rear of the polski fiat Derek studied her body more closely. She was his about height with a slender torso, and straight back, pear-shaped hips, and long legs. Her hair was honey blond and hung beyond her shoulders in natural curls. The skin she exposed to the elements was smooth and flawless, and belied her mature years. As she bent down to enter the car he drank in the sight of her buttocks smooth and rounded in her stretch jeans. Had any woman looked more beautiful in the flesh?

She chattered in her fractured English as the car sped up the one motorway in the whole of Ukraine which connected Borispol airport with the city limits of Kiev. He looked at her profile as she chattered and looked all around her, as if discovering her own country for the first time. She had a slim, square face. She had large grey-blue eyes, a classically beautiful nose, and generous lips. The only concessions to age were small bags under her eyes which did nothing to detract from the overall effect. He adored her profile and drank it in as the journey progressed. She pressed her thighs hard up against his and held his hand in her lap as she spoke. Much of what she said didn't register with him as he savoured his pure joy at this encounter.

Derek had never had a good self image. Despite numerous women coming on to him over the years, they had never been the type he fancied – beautiful, aloof women who would not give him a second glance. Now he was sat next to this gorgeous creature who would outshine anyone in London's Oxford Street, and she was expressing the most intimate pleasure, through her body language, at being with him.

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The hotel he had booked was a sixties tower block on Peremohy Square, overlooking a military monument. Yelena helped Derek book in although the reception staff spoke excellent English. No, he didn't have any luggage to book in (to almost imperceptibly raised eyebrows and a glance across at his beautiful local companion). They found the room on the twelfth floor and Yelena looked out across her home city, again he felt as if for the first time. She explained that this was the first time she had been inside a hotel room in the Ukraine. It was actually a suite of rooms consisting of a bedroom with double bed, a sitting room with sofa and two chairs, and a bathroom off a small interior lobby.

"This is bigger than my whole flat," she exclaimed in awe, then added "no, three flats." She had told him on Skype about her life and growing up in one room of a house her family shared with three others. They were lucky to have had a room all their own for their family of four. Another family had lived in the shared kitchen behind a curtain. Now her mother was a matriarch ruling three generations of Yelena's married sister and spouse, and two grandchildren in a three bedroomed flat, one of which doubled up as a lounge. Yelena lived in another part of the city in a one-roomed flat she shared with her adult son, Igor. Derek began to see that his casual booking of this suite of rooms must seem like a display of untold wealth to Yelena. He hoped that she didn't want him just for his money.

It was now mid-afternoon and he should shop for necessary overnight items in lieu of his luggage, which the Borispol official had told him confidently was still in London and would be sent on the flight the following day. Just next door to the hotel was a department store which from what Yelena told him he assumed to be a local equivalent of Harrods. The store was busy with shoppers examining everything but buying very little. Anything of value was protected behind glass counters or wall cabinets. There was little scope for self-service here, and Derek was glad that he had Yelena to translate for him because the shop assistants had very little understanding of English. All labels and displays were in Cyrillic script so he would have been lost without her assistance.

After depositing his shopping in the hotel they went out for a meal. The restaurant Yelena chose was evidently ancient in Kiev terms, about a hundred years old. The galleried dining areas were stocked with stuffed birds and antiquaries. There were very few diners so the service was good. They sat side by side facing into the room and again he felt her thigh touching his. The Georgian wine (the best available, she assured him) flowed and they laughed as they regaled each other with stories of their lives. He was wondering what sort of woman Yelena was; was she genuine, or a gold digger, or a high class tart? Finally, Yelena swivelled her body fully towards him on her chair and held both his hands in hers. "You know", she began, "I live with Igor in my one room flat. We don't get much free time alone. I told him I would not be back this evening so that he could entertain girlfriend. So", as she gazed deeply into his eyes and the sensation of her scrutiny travelled down inside him to his groin, "I have nowhere to go tonight. I stay with you?"

For a moment Derek looked back, searching for signs of hidden meanings in her enquiry. A myriad of thoughts flashed about inside his mind. Finally, he responded, "I have had a number of girlfriends over the years since my marriage break-up. It took me time to get to know them, and I never slept with a woman on a first date. I hope you understand?"

"Of course," said Yelena, without a pause or any sign of embarrassment. "You can sleep in bed and I will sleep on sofa."

"That wouldn't be gallant of me," said Derek, "You must have the bed, of course. That's what gentlemen do."

For moment she looked deep into his eyes as if she, too, was searching for hidden meanings. Then she smiled and pulled his hand towards her, then reached out her arms and embraced him. If this had been a mutual test, they had both passed with flying colours, and honour was satisfied.

They walked back to the hotel hand in hand. The evening was warm and balmy and the atmosphere felt very romantic.

The receptionist did not bat an eyelid as Derek asked for his room key with Yelena beside him. He had heard about businessmen and male tourists coming to Kiev to sample the local professionals. Few escorts would stay the night.

In the suite, Derek absented himself to the bathroom whilst Yelena sorted out the sleeping arrangements. He finished and went into the lounge and undressed to his underwear. He heard the adjoining door from the bed room open and Yelena's soft footsteps as she came out on her way to the bathroom. By the time he turned she was walking away from him. 

He was astonished at the sight before him. Yelena wore only a white thong. She was otherwise naked. Her skin was a natural light brown. Her golden hair tumbled down her back, which was well defined from goodly proportioned shoulders down to a narrow waist. His gaze travelled down her retreating figure. She had long slim legs which broadened out into long, perfectly shaped thighs, and a generous, rounded bottom such as he had never witnessed in the flesh before. Not only had her pictures not done her justice, but her tight clothing failed to prepare him for the stunning sight of her naked body. He recalled a comment she had reported to him in a Skype conversation. She had confided that the husband of a close friend had remarked that she had the best bottom in Kiev. Derek had compared that comment with a photograph Yelena had sent him of her in a bikini, and thought it overstated. Now as he watched her hips sway as she headed for the bathroom, he understood and wholeheartedly agreed.

He stood with his back to the lobby and flicked through television channels whilst he waited for Yelena to settle herself into bed. "Derek," said a soft gentle voice from behind him. He turned, and Yelena stood by the door to the bedroom, facing him without a trace of shyness at her nakedness. "Goodnight." 

She had told him how she often walked around her flat just wearing knickers, particularly in summer, although soviet flats were usually overheated throughout the winter. She would therefore be accustomed to casual nudity at home, whilst he was not.

He studied the front of her body for the first time. She had a perfect, slim frame with straight shoulders and an upright posture which accentuated the nipples in her small, pert breasts. She had a faint scar running down from her breastbone to her navel. She had told him about nearly being killed by a serious car accident. He could see that the scar did not spoil her skin, but added an additional definition to her lean chest. Her hips looked even more generous from the front. He yearned to see what lay behind that last frontier of her thong.

At last he broke the spell. "Yelena, you look fabulous. I had no idea just how gorgeous you are."

Yelena smiled back, he could see, with genuine pleasure. "It is all for my man, " she said. She had started to call him "my man" during those long Skype calls, and he had wondered just how serious she was, to say such a thing to someone she was yet to meet in the flesh. He was to learn that she meant it and that she had been certain that she loved him from their first contact by phone. But for now, he simply wondered and hoped.

"Good night, Yelena." Then she was gone and the bedroom door closed quietly behind her. For a few minutes he stood there and pondered. Then he tested the sofa. It was hard and unyielding. Finally he resolved to seize the initiative. He opened the bedroom door and entered. Yelena was lying in the centre of the bed covered by a single sheet. Her bare arms rested on top of the sheet, and for a moment he studied this tableau of her bare shoulders, and golden curls tumbled across the pillow.

"That sofa is hard," he announced, "so I think we should share the bed."

She smiled, and pulled back the sheet to reveal her body, still wearing the thong. He moved to the side of the bed and removed his top. Her eyes travelled down his torso and studied intently as he removed his underpants. His penis immediately sprung erect. She looked first at it, then up into Derek's eyes. It was neither an invitation nor a refusal; simply a speculation on what would happen next. He got onto the bed and straddled Yelena, a knee either side of her thighs. He leaned down close to her and kissed her lips. At first she lay passively receiving the first lip contact. Then she pushed her head upwards toward him to press her mouth to his, and opened it to draw in his tongue. He felt his stiff penis lying up her belly pointing toward her breasts. Then he felt her hands move under him and grasp his penis. As they French kissed and she drew his tongue deeper inside her mouth he realised that she was also inviting him to penetrate between her loins.

He moved away from her body and down the bed. He leaned up to her head to caress her cheeks with his palms. Then slid his hands down the sides of her neck and along the tops of her shoulders to the outsides of her arms. Gently he stroked down her arms to her wrists. They clasped hands and gently he lifted her arms up and pushed them back either side of her head on the pillow. Now her upper body was stretched. He lay his body prone on her and felt their flesh connect at every point along their fronts.

The silence was broken as she sighed, a note of erotic pleasure. After some more gentle but passionate kissing he began to stroke his hands down the exposed undersides of Yelena's arms pinned above her head, until he reached her armpits. Like every other part of her body he had seen thus far, her armpits were shaven and a beautiful sight. He felt her body squirm under him, he guessed, with pleasure at the tactile sensations she was experiencing. He felt a knee raised under him and stroking his balls as they dangled freely under him. The touch was enough to make them harden as he became even more fully aroused.

Now Derek began the downward journey of his palms onto Yelena's small breasts. He cupped and began gently to massage them. He felt the nipples harden, and he leaned back for a moment to admire her areolas. They were quite large circles of deep golden brown, and almost flawless. She squirmed some more under him, impatient for him to continue. He placed his hands back at her armpits and began to slide his palms down her sides towards her hips, until he encountered the sides of her thong. Grasping a strap in each hand he pulled them gently down the outsides of her thighs, stroking her legs as he progressed towards her ankles.  She bent her knees up to speed up the process of losing her thong, and upon its final removal she opened her legs wide to hasten the moment of penetration she now so desperately desired.

Derek gazed at this most secret portal and was again astonished at what he saw. She was shaved. Her vagina was no ordinary slit, but a captivating canyon sided by two beautiful flaps of labial skin, and a protruding finger tip which was her clitoris, beckoning his penis to thrust inside her. The surrounding skin was dark brown, he guessed with arousal. 

Yelena was indeed fully aroused and ready – no, begging silently – for Derek to enter her now and take her to a climax. He felt a pleasurable shudder through his torso at the sight of her vagina and the prospect of penetration. Her pussy was oozing a moisty milky fluid ready to lubricate his shaft. Sacrificing a lifetime practice of careful foreplay to bring his partner to full arousal, he pulled back his foreskin and pushed his member between Yelena's willing thighs. His penis sank easily and smoothly into her exquisite vagina, and he began slowly to penetrate to the full extent of his shaft then pull back, ready for the next thrust. Yelena thrust her hips up at him to capture his penis all the further inside her, and for a moment their respective bodies seem to fight against each other as each of them employed their own habitual technique to fuck their partner. Then Yelena yielded and let Derek establish a rhythmic thrusting motion, so that almost instantly she felt her orgasm building inside her and climaxing with a tingling crescendo inside her groin and around the insides of her thighs.

Yelena's body was a revelation to Derek and he needed time to get used to its feel. His technique relied on sensing his fuck partner's physical needs and attuning his technique and rhythm to bring them to orgasm. But with Yelena, he sensed, he almost missed her orgasm as it came so quickly. With relief, he could concentrate quickly now on bringing himself. Usually, he didn't come on a first coupling with a new partner because he had to concentrate on making sure he was satisfying them and learning how to satisfy them. This was a new experience: a woman who climaxed immediately. He concentrated in his mind on the sight of her naked body: her thighs, her bottom, and that giddy sight of her vagina. This was enough to bring him to a rapid climax and as he thrust even more urgently with his shaft against the walls of Yelena's vagina he heard her gasp and cry out then laugh uninhibitedly.


Educating Yelena Ch. 01



Yelena had felt Derek's orgasm and the spurt of warm sperm shooting up inside her, and it doubled her pleasure. She gave way to another wave of orgasm up her legs and torso. Then as Derek continued to thrust whilst his prick emptied its final load up inside her , she felt a third orgasm growing, more gently than before but no less pleasurable. It was the first time she had experienced multiple orgasms and it was wonderful.

Later as they lay side by side with Yelena resting on Derek's arm, they discussed this first lovemaking experience between them. He asked why Yelena laughed. She didn't know, only that she did it when she was happy in her lovemaking. He congratulated her on her ability to orgasm so quickly. She leaned up on her elbow at that and looked at him, then announced that it had never happened to her before. Ukrainian men are so selfish, she told him. They only want to satisfy themselves. Often she had masturbated herself after copulation, so this was a new experience for her. She settled her head back on the pillow and almost immediately fell asleep.

Derek replayed the evening's experience in his mind and marvelled that after decades of frustration, he had at last met his sexual match. Loving Yelena would be so easy, and the sex was undeniably fucking fantastic.




This is the first chapter in a developing storyline. Apologies to those who want instant gratification but the story I have to tell is real and takes time to savour. Your constructive comments are welcomed.



Educating Yelena Ch. 02



This story is a pleasurable reflection for me on a true experience. I hope you will allow for the slow pace of development as the story builds. I wouldn't want to rush my recollection.

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Meeting Yelena for the first time in person had been electrifying. She had a beauty in the flesh which simply couldn't be conveyed on camera or Skype. Quite apart from her body of almost perfect proportions and magnificent hips and bottom, she walked with natural poise - a posture a model would envy. She was the natural centre of attention with her friends and seemed to be universally adored.

But her life in Kiev was hard and she had been cruelly abused by the men in her life. That was reason enough for her to seek international love on the web - a dangerous venture for a respectable eastern European woman. Derek was the one, she claimed with conviction, even before they had met in person. For those first few days together in Kiev he had walked around in a dazed rapture. This beautiful and exotic creature had given herself totally over to him. Soon his short five day visit would end and he should return to England. He had to decide what to do next.

"I want you to come to visit me in England," he announced over a half litre of some local lager in a micro brewery restaurant bar in the Kreshatyk. "When can you come?"

Yelena's eyes sparkled. So, it was a definite 'yes' then!

She would need to apply for a travel visa, so they decided on a date a month hence, and went to the British Embassy to book an appointment to get the necessary papers.

Departure was a tearful event and she pressed her body urgently into his, as if to have the imprint of his form as her keepsake until they met again.

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This time, he arrived back home on the same flight as his luggage.

They skyped almost every evening, talking about everything and nothing. The separation was unbearable. With a week to go 'til Yelena's trip to England, Derek had made up his mind. Despite many false starts with other women which had fizzled out into indifference, he was now as sure as Yelena of him, that she was the one. 

That evening he chose to phone her instead of Skype, so that she could concentrate on his voice and his words, and not the computer screen. After the usual romantic preambles and a mutual updating on another day apart, he delivered his surprise. "Darling, are you looking forward to coming to England?"

"Of course," Yelena responded quickly, "it is a dream."

"I'm so glad, because once you arrive in England, I don't want you to go back. I want you to stay with me forever."

There was a long pause. Yelena digested that statement. Derek could sense what was probably flashing through her mind and he sat patiently awaiting her reply. In just six day's time, he was asking her to give up her life in Ukraine forever and make a new life with him in a strange foreign country she had never visited before, and of which she could have very little conception.

Eventually he heard an intake of breath as Yelena prepared to give her reply. 

"Of course my darling, I am yours forever." 

An eavesdropper might have snorted in derision at this romantic interchange but each knew with conviction that this was a simple truth. They had bonded in two month's virtual flirtation on the Web, and their all too brief five days together in Kiev had simply confirmed what they had already known.

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It was a warm June day but high cloud obscured much of western Europe during her flight. As if the atmosphere was prolonging the suspense, the cloud cover seemed reluctant to yield to give Yelena her first sight of England. And what a magical sight it was. The cotton wool gave way to a landmark she recalled immediately from old black and white films: the majestic view of Tower Bridge and the westwards course of the River Thames. She had left Borispol with its small compact single terminal, and now marvelled as the aircraft taxied towards its final resting place past the sprawl of Heathrow terminals. Everything immediately seemed so much different and bigger. Yelena's stomach twisted with apprehension.

Their greeting and reunion was passionate and brief. As they walked through the terminal to the car park she observed how all was relative calm and order here. Would she be able to cope with this strange new environment? she asked herself, and they had not yet left the airport.

As they sped along the M4 westwards Yelena caught a glimpse of Windsor Castle in the distance to her left. For her it was a fairytale come true. She was here in the land of Kings and Queens, aristocrats, Shakespeare, and black London taxis. 

Derek lived in an idyllic market town whose centre was composed of a mix of ancient half-timbered and modern buildings all blended well into a bustling landscape of commerce and bustling activity. Yelena was overloaded with new impressions. She felt totally out of her depth as they passed through en route to her new home. Oh my god, what had she done?

She looked at her new home as the car pulled onto the drive. She had sacrificed a one bedroom apartment at the top of a 'sixties soviet tenement block for a large detached house with a neatly tended garden and ... space .. everywhere, such space. Derek had driven mostly in silence as if understanding of Yelena's need for time to take in her new surroundings. This was more than simply a transplant to a new home. It was a new country, strange people and customs, and a release from her past life of drudgery and working to support three generations of relatives. Now her family would have to fend for themselves, and she had .. what? No job, hardly any clothes, and dependence on this man she trusted utterly but barely knew.

It was inevitable that the whistle-stop tour of the many rooms in this huge house would end up in the master bedroom. She longed for a physical release to the mix of feelings built up inside her since leaving Ukraine five hours before. She wanted Derek to enter her to send her to temporary ecstatic oblivion; to perform a hard restart to her mind. No matter that they were both tired and smelly after their travelling. This was an urgent release for them both. And so it proved, as for a few minutes they gave themselves over completely to their naked coupling. As Yelena felt the first of several orgasms welling up inside her she gave out a great shout of exaltation and in her fractured English accent screamed "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

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Within days Yelena had settled into the routine of housewife, cook and lover. There was a lot to take in, which thankfully she could do through television news channels, newspapers, and the local library just a short, pleasant walk away in the centre of town. Derek lent her his credit card to buy new outfits and promised that her own would arrive very soon. They had spent just one day together before Derek returned to work and his normal home routine.

That evening, he opened the front door to be met by the sight of Yelena standing half way down the hallway, hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, clad in a clinging, shiny gold lamé minidress and gold stiletto heels. She had clipped up her golden hair in a loose bun on the top of her head, exposing her long elegant neck. Derek began to move towards her, but she stopped him with a gesture. 

"Freshen up, my love, then come and find me." Her husky voice suggested that this was to be a special occasion.

As he washed his important places he speculated how to prepare for this exciting encounter. After dismissing several outfit options he opted for a short dressing gown and descended the stairs in search of Yelena. She wasn't in the hall. She wasn't in the study. He worked his way to the back of the house. She was in the lounge waiting for him, standing in the centre of the roomr with her back to the window, legs apart. The light through the stretched material showed the outline of Yelena's thighs, and a tantalising glimpse of the shadow thrown by her labial lips.

"I found a sex shop," she explained. "I bought this," she elaborated, "... and other things."

A giddy wave of desire washed through Derek's body as he savoured this delightfully sexy tableau. He made to move towards Yelena, but she again stopped him with upraised palm. "Stop!" she commanded.

Obediently he remained motionless. Yelena moved to an occasional table and picked up an unstopped bottle of Courvoisier brandy and a brandy glass. She poured a double measure of brandy with deliberate ceremony. "First, we must make mood," she announced. Then she took a deep sip and held his gaze as she savoured its instant warming effect. She held out the glass to Derek as if offering him a sip, but as he moved forward she backed away teasingly. "No, this is for me only." Her accent was mock Russian. She was playing with him.

Having finished the brandy she set down bottle and glass and with her back to him, moved away round the side of the sofa. Keeping her legs straight she bent down at the waist. She had choreographed this whole event in advance and Derek watched as she displayed her long straight legs, slightly apart, accentuated by the gold high heels. The gold lame dress stretched across her bottom, thinning the fabric to the extent that he could see some detail of her cheeks beneath the material. The hem rode up to reveal a hint of her vaginal cleft and those luscious labial lips between her thighs. She straightened up but allowed the dress hem to stay ruched up so that the undersides of her bottom cheeks were still displayed.

Derek's stiff penis now poked out boldly from the raised hem of his short dressing gown. Still he did not move. Yelena turned towards him and for a moment he looked in her eyes, reading her intent. She gestured with outstretched arms and he saw that in one hand she held his digital SLR camera, and in the other his camcorder. 

"I have been tidying house," she announced, "and I found these." Her tone seemed mildly accusing as a school teacher might chide an errant child. "You will use them now!" she barked with mock authority. "Take pictures of this beautiful sexy outfit. I want to see me!" 

She stretched out her right hand and offered him the SLR camera, then put down the camcorder. Pulling down and straightening her minidress to stretch it across her tummy and thighs, she moved her legs slightly apart once more and positioned herself again with her back to the window. She was obviously aware of what the backlight showed through the thin stretchy material and wanted Derek to photograph it.

No girlfriend had ever offered to pose sexily for him before, and his suggestions in the past had almost invariably been met either with disgust or resigned compliance, never before with such enthusiasm.

What followed was barely clothed exhibitionism on a grand scale as Yelena adopted one sexy pose after another, without any direction from him. She draped herself provocatively across an arm of the sofa, sat in reminiscent Christine Keeler pose legs straddling either side of the back of a dining chair, or simply stood outlined against the full length lounge window. Derek regretted that the secluded back garden was not overlooked and that there was no secret witness to this outrageously sexy display.

"And now we make movie." Yelena announced at last. She moved deliberately across to the entertainment stand where the widescreen television and home cinema unit held court. With rapid manipulation of the remote controls Yelena quickly had a satellite music channel beaming a rock performance into the room. She began to dance to the music and motioned Derek to get his camcorder working. Soon he was shooting Yelena from all angles as she danced around the room, totally lost for the moment in the hard rock music. His camera lingered variously on her dreamy expression, the outline of her breasts and erect nipples straining through the stretchy dress material. He slowly swept the camera view from the back of her head down her arched back to her slowly gyrating hips. He sank to his knees to record the view of her thighs, the tops of which were now barely concealed by this revealing outfit. 

As if suddenly becoming aware of the angle of his intentions Yelena moved away and turned to face him. "Naughty boy!" she scolded him in mock chastisement, "you should not be looking up my dress." He sat on the floor and filmed upwards at Yelena as she continued to orchestrate what he was to see and how she wanted to show herself. He sensed that at heart Yelena was a tease and would not expose herself fully, and he did not want to risk souring this sexy experience by pushing her too far. So he just sat there and recorded her as Yelena worked her hips sinuously in rhythm with the music.

Then the music video changed to a slow, blues song. With a deliberate change of tone, Yelena began to dance more seductively. Derek decided the time had now come to take charge and fuck Yelena, but she had not finished with him yet. As he stood up and shrugged off his dressing gown whilst continuing to film, Yelena again moved away from him, towards a white wall at the back of the room. As the singer sang out seductively  Yelena began to shift her weight from one leg to the other in a sensually rhythmic rocking movement, and began to raise the hem of her minidress. 

Derek filmed as the first full reveal of her exquisite bottom cheeks, then slowly and smoothly her pear-shaped hips, slender back, until she had lifted the dress up and off her shoulders. For the first time Derek was treated to a sexy display of Yelena gyrating to show off her unbelievable rear. Deciding that the best view was from below Derek sank to his knees and then onto his haunches as he focused in the zoom of the lens on Yelena's smooth, rounded buttocks. As if sensing the new focus of his attention Yelena opened her legs to display from behind her shaved pussy as, keeping her back arched she pushed out her bottom, put a hand down between her legs and began to masturbate her pussy gently until the music came to an end. Her labial lips flapped in time to the motion of her finger and he was entranced by this new sexy movement.

Yelena turned her naked body to face him and changed her attention to her breasts which she cupped then massaged slowly, pinching her nipples to make them more erect. There was now another slow track playing in the background but it no longer mattered as Yelena now set up her own rhythm to pleasure herself. Now she moved one hand back down to her pussy and began to masturbate more vigorously, bending her knees slightly as the wave of her first orgasm of the evening began to build insider her. The camcorder missed nothing of Yelena's facial expression or her vigorous hand movements as she climaxed and her small breasts jiggled in sympathy with the tremors of pleasure coursing through her gorgeously naked body. 

At last she was done and she opened her eyes fully to focus on Derek. Slowly and deliberately she advanced towards him as he continued filming. She groaned theatrically in desire as she approached him to signal confirmation that she was still hungry for further sexual fulfilment. Now she was almost upon him and he carefully moved back off his haunches into a seated position then gradually lay onto his back. He was careful all the time to keep the camcorder focused steadily on the display of her body as Yelena approached.

Now Yelena was straddling him as she continued her slow deliberate walk, legs either side along the length of his prone body. He filmed up her front as she came closer overhead. Now his view was almost vertical with her head showing in the gap between the undersides of her breasts. She paused now to retune her movements back in with the slow music from the music channel and he was shooting straight up into Yelena's crotch. The flaps of her labia quivered as she rocked her hips. She moved her knees apart as if in a half squatting position and he knew Yelena was displaying her vaginal opening for the camera. Then she moved on and his camera followed her retreating bottom.

The show was now almost over and Yelena turned to retrace her steps over his prone body once more. She turned back one last time and facing him straddling at his ankles, she began again to massage her clitoris until she was satisfied with her lubrication. The camera picked up the glistening juices forming around Yelena's cunt, and zoomed in automatically as she squatted down to lower her body directly over his upright and eager penis. It faithfully recorded the instant that her cunt kissed the top of his knob then gradually swallowed it whole all the way down to his shaft. It was witness to the motions of her loins as Yelena worked her leg muscles to raise and lower her hips, stroking the walls of her vagina up and down Derek's shaft. He wanted this moment to continue forever, but his honourable member was now losing all control. The warmth building up in his thighs signalled the onrush of his own orgasm and as his sperm shot up deep inside Yelena she shrieked and began to orgasm again and for a moment pumped ever more urgently to force his juices as high inside her as it could reach. Then her energy gave out and she slowly dropped her thighs to sit on his torso with his rapidly diminishing prick still inside her.

Derek had filmed it all and with a final zoom in on Yelenas' radiant smile of complete satiation, he ended the recording. This had been a monumental experience for them both. He had fulfilled a lifetime ambition in the most unimaginably sexy way possible, and Yelena had revealed a very exciting new facet to her character. For a few minutes they talked as they mutually relished their respective pleasures of this shared experience.

"That was quite a show," he declared in a massive understatement. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I never did before," said Yelena. "I wouldn't do that." It begged the question why she had performed in this way now. He would have to wait to find out what was going on. For the moment he contentedly relished the memory of this newest experience, confident in the knowledge that he could relive it time and again with the benefit of the recording from his very handy cam. What a pity there hadn't been a witness.



Educating Yelena Ch. 03



Women come in all shapes and sizes. Derek had never before encountered someone like Yelena. She was from a very different culture for a start. She didn't have any of the hang-ups of English women he had dated. Of course she was stunning, and men openly stared at her and desired her. She quietly enjoyed the adulation but never courted it. In some ways she was very open and honest, yet there were hidden depths he could only guess at.

Yelena had come to live with Derek on a visitor's visa. Both of them were very clear that she would never again return to live in the Ukraine. They needed now to regularise her status. 

Their relationship had blossomed so unexpectedly quickly after that first meeting in Kiev (unexpected to Derek, at least) that neither had planned how it would develop. It came as a shock to discover that they couldn't apply for a permanent fiancé visa for Yelena in England. She would have to return to Kiev and apply from there. Irrational fears developed: what if the British Embassy refused their application? Would they renew Yelena's visitor visa if her fiancé visa application failed? How could she ever go back to her former life again, away from her lover and his beautiful English home?

They resolved to make a three day whistle-stop-trip back to Kiev. The visa appointment was booked for the third day, which left little enough time to make the rounds of Yelena's friends and family. 

Kiev was typically warm for mid-summer and they were glad of the air-conditioned 'refurbished' room in their hotel near the Olympic stadium. That first evening they played host to a dozen friends and family at the hotel's outside restaurant. As the beer and vodka flowed freely, the volume of their chatter and laughter increased. When their guests had departed, Yelena asked for a brandy. Derek knew well the effect brandy had on her mood and libido and was pleased -- but worried that he might have perhaps drunk too much. Brewer's Droop now would be a pity, with Yelena in this vivacious, sexy mood.

"I don't want to go to bed yet," she announced, "let us go to nightclub."

This wasn't Derek's scene but he agreed provided they didn't go too far from the hotel. 

Yelena changed into an outfit Derek hadn't seen before. It was another clinging minidress, this time in shimmering silver. "It was meant for yours eyes only, but tonight I feel sexy," she said. With her long, brown legs and silver stiletto heels, anyone would have found her sexy.

A neon sign announced the presence of a club in a nearby hotel: just far enough for Yelena to negotiate the distance in those heels. From the foyer they could hear the muted music wafting up the stairs from the basement, and paid the entrance fee to a hard-faced country woman sitting innocuously at a desk, looking for all the world like a government official. Neither knew what to expect from this club.

The club was small with a curve- fronted bar in one corner and a small circular stage with a pole against the far wall, at that moment deserted. Small tables surrounded the stage, many of them occupied by men in black suits and equally black shirts, incongruously wearing dark shades, under-dressed tarts sitting beside them mostly looking bored. The clothes, and a tart were the identifying uniform of local mafia types. A few other men sat alone nursing drinks, being attended to by minimally-dressed hostesses. A haze of smoke hung in the air, giving the room a sleazy air.

A matronly Madame approached them and ran her eyes up and down Yelena's figure before raising a quizzical eyebrow at Derek. "Table for two," he ordered as assertively as he could muster, realising all too late that this was not a disco venue.

Yelena cast her eyes around the room and surveyed the 'competition'. She would not want to be mistaken for a hostess. Derek wondered how she would react.

Before she could speak, a man in white collar and bow tie approached, bearing a small round table which he placed in a convenient space just in front of the stage. Derek wasn't in black shirt uniform so wondered what type of person this proprietor assumed him to be. When the man turned his attention to Yelena, Derek knew it was her appearance which promoted him up the rankings. A beautiful woman was good currency in this establishment. The man assumed this one must be very expensive to maintain.

Yelena had cottoned on and decided to play up to her role. She ordered Derek, in imperious Russian, to buy her a French brandy. Brandy was of course the only word he recognised. 

As they seated themselves a hostess approached and took their order. The music changed tempo, the lights dimmed and spotlights lit up the stage. A leggy blonde made up as Marlene Dietrich in a long slinky cream satin dress appeared from the gloom dragging a round backed cane chair behind her onto the stage, and began to dance around the chair. The music was a slow piece on an accordion and she stroked her breasts beneath the satin material as she moved to the music. 

She descended from the stage after a few minutes and draped herself around one of the solitary drinkers. She buried his nose in her bosom then turned to sit on his lap, grinding her bottom into his crotch. She stood up, turned her back to him and gestured for him to pull down the zip of her dress. The dress slipped from her shoulders, clung momentarily to her hips, before falling to the floor. She had a slim, shapely figure and now revealed a white basque with suspenders, white stockings, and thong. The sexual tension in the club increased as she straddled the man and rubbed her thronged pussy area against hi crotch, no doubt to check his erection, and prepare him to welcome the attentions of an approaching hostess. This seemed a well-worked routine.

Derek found himself torn between watching the dancer and Yelena. 

Yelena's eyes were shining with pleasure. She turned her eyes to him. "Vot gorgeous body."

The dancer returned to the stage to dance some more and show off her curves, undo her suspenders then begin to unhook her basque. She turned round slowly to show the whole audience her naked back, then shrugged off the basque. For a moment she covered her breasts with her arms and surveyed the room, then left the stage. 

The room lights came up and Derek was disappointed at the unfulfilling floor show. But the music continued. Then the lights dimmed again, the woman re-appeared with a long white feather boa draped around her neck and concealing her breasts. She mounted the stage again, made a few languorous circumferences of the chair then sat down. Slowly, elegantly, she raised one leg vertically, reached up with both hands to her ankles, and stroked her way down her the back of stockinged calf towards her thigh. She was supple. 

She kept the leg upright with one hand and with her other hand caressed the exposed flesh of her upper thigh. The thong was stretched taut and no more now than a string. Her vaginal lips protruded either side of the thong. Her hand moved across the exposed under side of her bottom until her fingers encountered her pussy lips. For a moment or two she played with them with an expression of heightened arousal on her face. Then she let the leg drop slowly to rest cross her other leg. Slowly she removed the stocking, rolling it down her leg to her toes. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them wide to display the area between her legs for a few seconds , barely concealed by the stringy thong strap. Then she turned her attention to the other leg. The second stocking removed, she stood up. Now she wore only the white thong and the white boa, still draped down covering her breasts.

A hostess brought further drinks to Derek's table unbidden. Yelena had already downed two cognacs, and it was having its usual liberating effects on her libido and self-restraint.

The stripper turned her back to the audience and lifted the boa high above her head to show her slim almost naked physique from the rear. As she gyrated her hips, and shifted her shoulders, the sides of her large breasts flopped gently beyond the sides of back; a very sexy sight to Derek. Then as she turned to face the audience she once again draped the boa back in place on her front to conceal her breasts. Her timing was good, for maximum teasing effect. 

For a moment she strutted around the small stage to the beat of the music then she turned to face the audience, shrugging one end of the boa off her shoulder to expose a large breast and erect nipple. She stroked the nipple as she surveyed the audience. Derek and Yelena caught her eye and she headed towards them, leaving one end of the boa in a trail on the floor as she advanced, the remaining end rising up her body. As she reached Derek, the boa fell off her shoulder and she caught it in her hand. Now both her breasts were exposed. Pulling the boa back to her she draped it around his neck and pulled his face in to her breasts as she straddled his lap. Her breasts felt large, soft, warm and sweaty against his skin as she brought forward her shoulders to wrap her tits around his cheeks. She moved her barely concealed crotch back and forth against his trouser so that his penis strained against the fabric, yearning to escape and bury itself deep inside this erotic creature. He wasn't used to this sort of entertainment and didn't know how to react. But he was thoroughly turned on.

Then Derek's normal reserve kicked in and he pulled back his head away from her breasts. The woman leant back and studied his expression, then gave a mocking smile and de-mounted him. She pulled the boa back in place over her breasts and went to move away, then stopped and turned back. After a momentary glance back at him, she turned to Yelena. Their eyes met and whatever communication passed between them prompted the woman to advance on Yelena and straddle her lap instead, looking all the time mockingly at Derek. 

As the music continued its sensuous accompaniment the woman offered up her left nipple close to Yelena's face. Yelena's lips parted and the woman pushed the nipple between them. Yelena looked up into the stripper's eyes and took the proffered nipple into her mouth, sucking it in further to massage it with her tongue. Both women gazed deep into the others eyes. The stripper thrust her crotch hard against Yelena's lap and leant back so that her nipple was stretched taut in Yelena's mouth. Yelena released her grip on it and it came free, bouncing and quivering for a moment as the woman pulled away. Then she offered her other nipple to Yelena's mouth and again Yelena took it in and sucked on it. 

Derek could not hide his astonishment. Yelena had scoffed at any suggestion in their short time together of making it with another woman. Yet here she was, playing a willing part in this erotic game.

The music was now playing a classic tango and the woman stood up and draped the boa around Yelena's neck, tugging gently to suggest that she stand. Yelena allowed herself to be pulled along as the stripper slowly stepped backwards towards the stage in time to the tango beat. The woman stepped onto the stage and gently jerked on the boa some more to get Yelena to follow. There were encouraging murmurs from around the room now and a smattering of applause. 

Yelena hesitated, then turned back towards their table. The woman let the boa unravel around Yelena's retreating neck and stood looking regretfully. All but one in the room assumed that the stripper's gambit had failed. The exception was Yelena who was enjoying the game with this sexy stripper and remained caught up in the eroticism of the moment. She sought only 'Dutch courage' in the third glass of brandy on the table to continue to play along. With one swig she swallowed it then turned to head back to the stage, and in tune with the tango beat advanced and mounted it to face the woman again. There were loud cheers from the gloom now and some whistles. 

Derek didn't know how to react to this development. It was totally unexpected. Yet he began to get as excited as the rest of the audience at the reaction Yelena was provoking. For her part Yelena was turned on by this unique situation, and ready to surrender herself to the moment. After all, what was the worst that could happen with another woman?

The stripper pulled Yelena against her body and they briefly smooched to the tango rhythm. It was a strangely exciting sight: the naked dancer but for a stringy thong, embracing the woman in a shiny silver minidress. As they moved apart Yelena involuntarily placed her hands on the dancer's shoulders then dropped them to the woman's breasts which she brushed lightly as her hands fell away. 

The woman moved behind Yelena who had her back to the audience. She kissed Yelena gently on the lips then ran her hands down Yelena's sides until she reached the exposed skin of Yelena's lower thighs. Slowly she placed them against the backs of Yelena's thighs. 

Yelena was dancing gently to the music, shifting her weight alternately from one hip to the other in time with the tango beat. She put her arms around the woman's neck as if to dance with her. Her senses were dulled by the effects of the brandy and she didn't anticipate what was about to happen. The woman continued the journey of her hands up the backs of Yelena's legs, under the hem of the minidress , and lifting it in the process to expose first Yelena's legs then her bottom, then her back as the dress rose up and off Yelena's shoulders. Yelena was slow to react because of the brandy and realised too late that she was being undressed; but her arms were up on the woman's shoulders so that it was a simple task for the woman to pull the dress down Yelena's outstretched arms and away from her grasp as woman backed away from her. 

Yelena stood there no longer moving to the tango beat as she sought to make sense of what was happening. The audience quietened down as they caught sight of her almost naked form from the rear. She was wearing a shiny metallic silver bra and strappy tanga briefs. The tanga was cut high on her waist so that it framed her superb buttocks perfectly. The overall effect of the back view of Yelena in her silver stiletto heels was nothing less than stunning.

Derek was as astonished as these strangers. Yelena had evidently brought this outfit with her on the trip to entertain him in their hotel room. Now she was unexpectedly entertaining this roomful of onlookers in a Ukrainian strip club.

The stripper took charge as Yelena stood confused. She took Yelena's hand and directed her to sit on the chair facing the audience, then began to dance around her, bending down to brush lips then turning to sit gently on her lap so that their thighs touched skin to skin. The woman then moved behind the chair and leant forward over Yelena's head, dropping her breasts onto Yelena's hair and her hands down onto Yelena's bra. She gently massaged Yelena's breasts through the silver fabric for some moments to gauge Yelena's reaction. Getting none, she slipped her hands inside the bra cups and kneaded Yelena's breasts. She removed her hands and whilst she inserted her left hand into Yelena's right bra cup, with her other hand she stroked her way down Yelena's front until she reached the front of the thong. Without pausing the woman pushed down inside the thong to find Yelena's pussy and on making positive contact she began to massage back and forwards. Yelena was coming to her senses but was now again taken by surprise as her body reacted of its own volition to this two pronged sexual stimulation of her right nipple and moist clitoris. Her body pushed upwards and outwards from the chair seat into a limbo position, the backs of her shoulders balanced on the top of the back of the chair. Derek saw the slightly darker shadow on her silver tanga made by her moist vaginal juices.

Then Yelena sank back onto the chair and her breasts began to heave as the woman continued to massage her pussy with urgent fingers. Derek wanted it to stop but then again he was enjoying the scene as well, and the reaction of the audience. It was clear to all the onlookers that Yelena had not consented to this sexual assault, but was complying through a heightened state of arousal.

Yelena was gasping with the onset of an orgasm as the woman came round in front of her and pulled Yelena upright out of the chair to face her. With a hand concealed by Yelena's back to the audience, the woman dropped her right hand down again into the silver tanga to resume her massage of Yelena's now very wet pussy and clitoris. Yelena opened her legs and her torso jerked toward the woman, her bottom pushed outwards to the audience as she reacted to this renewed stimulation. The woman simultaneously found the clasp to Yelena's bra strap with her left hand and opened it with a practised flick of her fingers. She turned Yelena to face the audience and standing behind her, dropped her left hand down inside the tanga once more, using her right hand to pull the bra down Yelana's arms whilst Yelena stood stupefied. The onlookers were now cheering and whistling whilst the tango beat continued to pump up the atmosphere.

Derek had his hand on the crotch of his trousers as he felt juices oozing out of his prick and a warm yearning in his loins. He wanted to stop this stripping of his fiancé but was as fascinated as every one else to see how this performance would conclude.

With a final flourish the woman removed her hand from inside Yelena's tanga and reached for the side straps. As she pulled them down Yelena's legs, Yelena instinctively clasped one hand over her exposed pussy and bent down to grab at the retreating tanga with her other hand, her breasts now exposed. This was the signal for Derek to leap out of his chair and move to Yelena's rescue. Grabbing her dress and bra from the floor as he approached, he reached Yelena and helped her pull up her tanga. Then he took her by the hand and dragged her from the stage as she sought to cover her breasts with her arms. 

There was wild cheering all around them as they scuttled towards the door. A burly figure Derek had not noticed before barred their way. After a moment's thought Derek delved into his trouser pocket, pulled out some high denomination Hrivna notes and thrust them into the doorman's hands. They ran up the stairs, across the foyer and out the front door of the hotel into the dark night. 

Derek turned to study Yelena to see how she was reacting to the situation now. He found the hem of the silver dress and offered it up to Yelena's head and arms. She was wearing only her tanga and heels.

She turned to face him, panting with shortness of breath, wild-eyed, glaring at him. "Fuck me," she screamed, "fuck me now!" 

There was cover from many bushes nearby so he chose a large one several yards distance from the hotel entrance and dragged her behind it. They might be seen from a downstairs window of the hotel but he didn't care. 

He gallantly pulled up his shirt over his head and spread it down for Yelena to lie on, then hurriedly unzipped his flies and pulled down his trousers and underpants. As Yelena lay panting, glaring up at him, eyes on fire, he pushed up her legs vertically and yanked her tanga up her legs and off, careful to leave the sliver stilettos on her feet. With her legs still high in the air, he thrust his prick deep inside her oozing pussy and began to pump her frantically without any thought for her satisfaction. She clamped her ankles against his ears, and he felt the rough tips of the stiletto heels scraping the sides of his head.

She immediately began to climax and for the first time since they had met she howled her orgasm at the top of her voice. Their first fuck in the open air. Derek felt himself cumming too as his semen flooded into Yelena's cunt, and with an immense feeling of release he ceased pumping and lay for a moment leaning against Yelena's upright legs, before she dropped them wide and encouraged him to lower his torso belly onto hers. Her shoes fell off and he lay on top of her, groin to groin, his upper body weight supported along the length of his arms and elbows. 




Educating Yelena Ch. 03



He studied Yelena's face as best he could in the gloom. The orgasm had cleared her senses as adrenalin pumped around her body. She lay with eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face, recalling the events of the past few minutes with exhilaration. It had been good to feel the enthusiastic reactions of the audience, and to submit to the will of another woman. She was surprised that she had enjoyed the touch of the woman's large, soft breasts. She wouldn't have volunteered to participate in that performance but she had enjoyed it all the same. Perhaps an event to chalk up to experience but never to be repeated?

Derek was glad that he had rescued her but he suspected that she had mostly enjoyed the experience. He relished the crowd cheering at the sight of her naked body.

Suddenly they heard a Russian voice in the distance approaching them from the hotel entrance. They got up and hurriedly Derek pulled up his trousers so that he could drag Yelena further into the gloom away from the distant lights of the hotel territory. She was still naked. He parked her behind another bush and waited until he was sure the Russian had gone past, then went back to find Yelena's clothes and shoes.

When he got back to her she was sitting on her haunches cleaning away the spunk from her pussy, wiping it on the coarse grass, with a now radiant smile on her face and sparkling eyes.

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They awoke late next morning. Neither wanted breakfast so they lay in each other's arms and talked about the night before. Yelena had surprised herself with her reaction to the club visit. Like Derek, she had never been in one before, but had been tremendously excited by the experience. He wanted to probe this new facet of her sexuality, but Yelena stated emphatically that this had been a one off, never to be repeated.

"Give me good morning kiss," she demanded. This was becoming a ritual. He turned on top of her and without preamble thrust his penis deep inside Yelena. Her juices were ready to ease his entry and she gave a low groan of pleasure. Yet another facet of Yelena's sexuality Derek adored so much.

As he lay on top and inside her he puzzled on the enigma of this beautiful, sexy woman, who professed only to want to display herself for him, yet could get caught out by an erotic situation into abandoning all propriety. He could not deny that he had enjoyed last night, and particularly the audience's reaction to the sight of an entranced Yelena allowing another woman to strip and finger her. There was no guilt that he could detect in her. He mused on just how far he might tempt her to go. Would he enjoy seeing another man possess her? Would she allow it?

His fantasy could get way out of hand.

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This is almost wholly a true story. Give me your comments, whether you enjoy it or it bores you. It will encourage me to finish it.



Educating Yelena Ch. 04



I'm sorry if some find this story slow to develop, but it is essentially true and I wrote it as I recalled events. Give me your comments, good and bad. 

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Derek and Yelena had come to Kiev to get her a fiancé visa. Last night in the strip club had been an unexpected bonus. Now they must concentrate on the matter in hand.

The British Embassy was busy and the June morning was already stiflingly hot. Derek and Yelena had travelled on a clanking, rusty, airless tram for 45 minutes, and waited over two hours for Yelena to be interviewed. The formalities done, Yelena was instructed to return mid-afternoon to collect her passport, duly endorsed.

They lazed around the hotel's ornamental pool, wishing they could dive in and cool off, drinking the local cold beer and waiting. The pool was strictly for decoration, though. Yelena could not settle; she wanted to return to England so much and as quickly as possible. She didn't want to remain in Kiev any longer. Her home town held no attraction for her now.

That afternoon, they subjected themselves to another ordeal by tram and were back at the embassy by the appointed time. Yelena was summoned. Some time later she returned to Derek. "Your passport, please."

The horrified look on his face told her that he hadn't got it with him. "I thought they were done with it," he explained. "I left it in the room safe. I didn't want to risk losing it." 

They were flying back to the UK early next morning and Yelena just head to be on that 'plane.

The embassy official was sympathetic and told them they had 75 minutes before the embassy closed. Without further ado, Yelena grabbed Derek's hand and yanked him out of the building and broke into a run towards the tram stop. They knew they couldn't get to the hotel and back by public transport in time. She felt her world collapsing around her and was at first distraught. Then, pulling herself together she began to wave down passing taxis. None would stop. 

After several minutes that seemed like eternity she stepped into the road in front of an oncoming car and forced it to brake hard. Derek stood bemused as Yelena explained their dilemma to the driver. Miraculously, they were soon in the back of the car and speeding away in the direction of their hotel. She explained that she had offered the driver a lot of money if he could get them there in under 30 minutes. Derek would have to pay him in dollars. The man wouldn't accept Hrivnas, she explained.

The driver was driving as fast as the conditions would allow but after Yelena's hurried exchange with him in Russian, he accelerated hard and began to weave his way recklessly through the traffic. He was in his late forties, scruffy in appearance, but seemingly very anxious to oblige. Derek hoped his mature age was accompanied by good driving skills.

"What did you say to him?" asked Derek.

"I told him I must get visa tonight or not be able to go to England. He understands; everybody wants to leave. I told him you would pay him $100 to get us to hotel and back to embassy in one hour." 

It was probably about four miles in busy Kiev afternoon traffic, but this kamikaze driver was seemingly up for it. At first, he merely drove aggressively, overtaking at will and playing chicken with oncoming traffic before pulling back into the traffic stream at the very last second. The car careered around one corner after another, Derek and Yelena thrown about in the back. Derek felt distinctly sick, but Yelena leaned forward in her seat willing this crazy driver to ever more risks. This was not the Yelena Derek had come to know but then again, she was desperate at that moment.

Then they were trapped in slow moving traffic on a one way street. With three lines of vehicles occupying every inch of road, they had nowhere to go except wait. After several minutes of slow crawl the driver veered off to his right down an apparently deserted street. For seconds they sped along on a bumpy potholed surface at break neck speed without hindrance. Derek could see traffic crossing them ahead. Then the reason for the empty street became apparent. The traffic stopped crossing and they were faced with a row of cars waiting for traffic lights to turn green ... to head in their direction. 

Their driver had gone the wrong way down another one-way street. Whether this was deliberate or not, they were now faced with a surge of traffic accelerating towards them. In London there would have been angry flashings of headlamps. In this Kiev Street, the traffic merely parted to let this lunatic through, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Then they turned left into the cross traffic and out of immediate danger. "Tell the driver 'thank you' but don't do that again," said Derek.

Yelena obliged and the driver merely chuckled and yabbered away in Russian. Yelena summarised, "He wants you to appreciate his skilful driving."

"Tell him I'm impressed, but I will be even more impressed if we get there in one piece!"

True to his revised instructions the driver kept to the right-way traffic flow but, at the next hold up, he simply drove onto the wide pavement and negotiated the car's way past groups of scattering pedestrians, hooting his horn to alert those who couldn't see them coming. Derek decided Ukrainians must be crazy to accept such mad behaviour. 

Soon enough they were at the hotel. Derek retrieved his passport and they set off back to the embassy, this time against the heavy traffic flow. They were back where they started with 20 minutes to spare and Derek paid off a very proud and beaming Ukrainian with his $100 bounty. "That's probably a month's wages," explained Yelena.

"It's almost certainly wiped ten years off my life," countered Derek.

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"They flew home to England next day, Yelena the proud bearer of a permanent 'Leave To Remain' sticker in her passport.

She showered thoroughly then told Derek to expect a Far Eastern Delight. He went into the lounge to fix her a Courvoisier. 

"Put on 'Kashmir'," she commanded from upstairs.

As Led Zeppelin got into their eastern stride Yelena appeared, dressed in another new outfit. She had on a sheer, see-through, full-length black veil which covered her whole body. It was held in place on her head by a thin black band bedecked with a string of imitation gold coins. The veil was open at the front and halfway down the front edges two wrist bands were attached, also covered by a row of coins. These wrist bands allowed Yelena to open and close the veil at will by her arm movements. Beneath the veil she wore a bikini bra and thong made again almost entirely of gold coins, strung together on thin black bands. They gave the illusion of coverage from a distance but in fact very little of her skin beneath was concealed. Close up Derek could see her nipples poking through the coin bra.

"eBay," she explained. It may have been a cheap outfit but on Yelena it looked fabulous.

After downing the brandy she began to dance in what Derek assumed to be eastern concubine style. She dropped to her knees facing away from him and raised the veil onto her back to show that where the coins stopped on the thong was an open crotch all the way up to her rear waist band. In all their months together, she had never been more seductively dressed. He wished he had his camera to hand but didn't want to miss a second of this performance. She stood again and gyrated to the music, shedding first the coin bra then opening the straps to the side of the thong bottom. She was now naked beneath the sheer veil.

Led Zeppelin were blissfully unaware of this erotic floor show and had moved on to 'In The Light'. Yelena now began to undress Derek. Having stripped him at the sofa she returned to the centre of the floor to perform a dance of the one veil. Her dance moves were improving with frequent practice and she enticed him with glimpses of her voluptuous naked form beneath the veil, until he could wait no longer. Leaping up and grabbing her by her wrists he threw her face down into the sofa cushion, tossed the veil up over her head, entered her from behind and pounded away until they both quickly cried out in ecstasy.

Every bout of lovemaking was a new adventure of discovery. Yelena had excelled this time as a sultry temptress and sent him to new heights of desire and arousal.

He was developing an extensive film library of striptease performances, and with each successive floor show Yelena found ways to be more exciting and explicit. If only he could persuade her to perform for another whilst he watched...

~~~~

How could one improve on near perfection? Yelena confided her disappointment with her small bust. One operation later her upper body profile was transformed from a 34B to a 36D. Whilst before Derek had thought her slender body beautiful, now she seemed more balanced between her upper and lower body. Months of British cuisine had helped her to fill out her hips but she had kept her hour glass shape and she was transforming into a voluptuous vamp. Builders whistled as she walked past. Yelena loved the attention, yet she would take a lot of persuading to wear a mini skirt or tight trousers in public.

Six months later they were married and in Tenerife for an autumn honey moon. Derek had done his research on the Web and found a nudist beach away from the tourist throng. It was reached by a lengthy stretch of road with countless hairpin bends, cut into the steep side of a hill. The hair-raising driving experience ensured that it remained a secret from casual tourists, and was the preserve mostly of some locals. Yelena was the passenger and had to endure Derek's fast negotiation of blind bends, winding hills and descents with gritted teeth. 

The beach, which was not particularly big, and enclosed on three sides by overhanging cliffs, was composed of soft grey volcanic sand. There was a scattering of sunbathers, mostly nut brown and most of them naked. Yelena sat on her towel dressed in a stringy bikini. Derek dropped his trunks and suggested she get undressed too. She declined.

"I can't do that in front of other people," she explained.

"You can't be that embarrassed." said Derek, "After all you've paraded naked in front of me often enough."

"This is different. It's public area."

"What about Kiev, in that night club? You let that woman strip you"

"This is different."

"OK, let's go back. I'm not staying here on a nude beach if you won't get undressed." He guessed she would yield to his ultimatum.

Yelena thought of the scary journey it had taken to get there. The prospect of repeating that hair-raising drive so soon was too much. She stood up, quickly stripped off her bikini top and bottom and ran quickly to the water. Derek followed her naked form with his eyes all the way to the water's edge, then followed. Yelena didn't wait to get accustomed to the coolness of the sea water. She ran in until it reached her thighs, dived in and began to swim. She screamed in sheer delight at the shock of its temperature and the sensation of the water on her naked body. 

They frolicked about in the water for ten minutes or so then came out to relax on the beach. Yelena had already forgotten her shyness and she walked up the beach with her normal proud, upright posture without a hint of embarrassment. Derek watched as men threw sidelong glances at her body. Even with her pale skin in this company, Yelena made heads turn.

He took lots of photos of her rolling about in the surf that day, her curves glistening wetly in the water. She posed obligingly, flattered by his attention. This marriage made in heaven suited both voyeur and exhibitionist.

Thereafter, after every swim, Yelena would return to her towel and stand upright, arms in the air or on her hips, allowing the warm breeze to dry her body. Such a blatant display did not go unnoticed by other men around them. Derek wished only that other women would similarly oblige. 

"I never want to wear a bikini again," she declared.

Yelena had taken another step towards fulfilling her exhibitionist potential.

~~~~

For months Derek enjoyed their sex games, Yelena's dressing up and stripteases, her performances for the camera, and her explicit posing for his home movies. Yet gnawing away at him was the desire to see her display herself to other people again.

He found a swingers club in London on the web. When he first broached the subject Yelena was adamant she was not into that sort of thing. "I want only you." She explained. Nevertheless, she reluctantly agreed to go with him one Saturday evening.

Yelena enjoyed showing herself to Derek, but found it sufficiently fulfilling not to need to display herself to anyone else. She saw however how much Derek was turned on by fantasising about other men watching her, and was willing to explore the possibilities just once, but she would promise nothing.

Tonight she had chosen a peasant style dress in a sandy gold lace fabric: more holes than material. Normally she would have worn a flesh covered slip beneath it but she had discarded that this evening. The dress was cut above the knee and full, its hem cut asymmetrically, so that it showed much of her left thigh. Beneath it she wore a flesh-coloured bra and thong set. The bra pushed up her breasts to make a cleavage which made for an interesting sight from the plunging 'V' neckline. The outfit was completed by gold stiletto heels, which made her slightly taller than Derek. He didn't mind though because they made her legs look even longer and more slender. It would be hard to credit her age. She looked twenty years younger.

The club was behind a parade of shops in a suburb. The entrance looked like the entry to a dungeon, and flaming gas torches burned either side of the door high up on the wall. They got there after 10pm but the club was still almost deserted on their arrival. Derek and Yelena had time to look around inside and get acquainted with the surroundings. There was a long bar to one side near the entrance, some changing rooms, a large open wooden floor area with requisite pole in the centre, and at the far end some play rooms. There were no windows and the corners were in shadow. Some coloured lights, a small spotlight and a glitter ball illuminated the centre of the floor around the pole. Lighting around the bar was subdued, just enough to serve by and collect the money for drinks.

Posters indicated that tonight was all-comers night. Other evenings in the week would be for BDSM, fetish, bondage, etc.

The play area consisted of a suite of rooms. One was very dimly lit and housed a narrow oblong cage with vertical bars set fairly wide apart. Next door was a largish square room with padded bench seating all around against the walls. A third, smaller room contained a spot lit double bed, and was decorated with flock wallpaper, mirrors on three sides and an open viewing area to the front. Yelena did not appear to be impressed with the décor. A tart's boudoir, she thought. Derek was apprehensive about whether she would stay.

Yelena was content to go with the flow for a while and see what happened.

As the club filled they introduced themselves to other couples. The drink was flowing and they began to relax. One pair in particular, a middle aged couple named Charles and Vicky, seemed very taken with Yelena. The four of them were the only people sitting in the dance area. Everyone else was either propping up the bar or in the play rooms. Charles chatted to Yelena whilst Vicky engaged with Derek. 

Derek sensed after a while that Vicky was tasked to keep him occupied whilst her husband worked his partner. These two were old hands at this game.

After a while, Charles offered to show Yelena the play area and they disappeared into the gloom. Derek didn't like him and was reluctant to let them go off without him. Vicky barred his way with a smile and did her best to keep his attention.

"You're besotted with her," she stated matter-of-factly. Derek agreed. The unspoken question might have been, then why bring her here? He was beginning to ask himself that self-same question.

Vicky described some of the couple's past exploits to Derek for a while, probably hoping to arouse him. Then her hand dropped to his crotch. She brought her shoulders together and leaned in to Derek to show him the view down the front of her dress. She was bra-less. He wasn't interested. He announced politely that he was off to see what Charles and Yelena were up to. They had been gone long enough to get up to mischief, although he was confident Yelena was not interested in Charles either.

~~~~

Yelena had gone with Charles out of politeness. He guided her to the cage area. The subdued lighting made it hard to see what was going on until their eyes grew accustomed to the ten watt bulb. In the cage were a young black man covered head to foot in a black rubber suit with holes for his eyes and mouth, and a cutaway area at the crotch to expose his prick and his balls. On all fours kneeling with her back to him on a padded bench was a youngish blonde woman with big rounded tits and shapely body. She was naked. The cage was narrow enough all round for anyone outside to reach in and touch the caged participants. People were indeed grasping her breasts as the rubber man pounded her from behind.

Amongst the onlookers were some naked and semi-naked men and women, pressing their bodies up against the bars, or against each other. At one point the blonde reached out with one hand whilst being fucked by the big black prick, to grab a stiff penis poking through the bars and masturbate it. 

Then she disengaged from the black cock and went to the bars to suck on some proffered tits before turning her attention to another erect penis thrust optimistically through the bars. As she bent to take it in her mouth her bottom pushed against the bars on the other side and a pair of hands reached through, pulling her buttocks against the bars, and forcing a prick into her from behind. She acquiesced. 

The rubber-suited black man approached the bars further down and two men seized a naked woman and forced her bottom up against the bars bent at the waist. The black man fucked her through the bars for several minutes. It was not clear whether or not she had consented to this assault but she cried out with apparent pleasure until another man forced his prick into her mouth. The crowd seemed to know the routine well.

Yelena had no choice but to watch since she was hemmed in by bodies all around her. After a while she felt a hand up her dress, probing her bottom. Simultaneously, unseen hands grasped her dress at her breasts and began to knead them. She shrieked. Charles came to her rescue and pulled her away out of the crowd which immediately pressed in to fill the gap she had vacated. 

"You go there at your peril," he explained.

She smiled at him in relief. She was curious but not particularly been enjoying enjoying the spectacle.

He took her smile as a signal that she was OK about it and took her to the next room. Men stood in the middle of the floor in various states of undress stroking their penises in readiness to be summoned by women sitting or kneeling on the benches around the walls. Some women were being serviced by two or three men at the same time. One or two were entertaining other women. It was very orderly and felt clinical to Yelena. 

She turned away and found herself facing the spotlit bed. Two young ladies were commencing a show for more onlookers. Charles pushed Yelena to the front. She watched fascinated as they began to undress each other, caress each other's breasts in turn. One was youngish, dark haired and brown skinned, slim, in black underwear. The other was more mature, Amazonian build, dyed blonde hair, large breasts and hips, and wearing only a bra which was pulled down to her waist. The dark woman turned the blonde onto her back and proceeded to suck her clitoris. Something in the scene excited Yelena and she opened her legs and briefly touched her groin without thinking. She immediately felt a hand up her dress against a bottom cheek. She turned and saw that her groper was Charles. She was about to speak when Derek came up on her other side and suggested he get her another drink. They moved away.




Educating Yelena Ch. 04



A doleful looking Charles brought up the rear.

~~~~

Yelena said nothing except to order a double cognac defiantly. Derek obliged. They sat on a bench against the wall in the dance floor area; Vicky and Charles and Yelena and Derek. The area was otherwise empty as before. The slinky music was playing to an empty room, and the light reflecting off the glitter ball around the pole made it feel both magical and desolate. 

Charles attempted to start a conversation with Yelena, but she turned instead to face Derek and offered up her lips for a kiss. He tasted the brandy on her breath. As they embraced he touched her right breast outside her dress and kneaded it with his hand until he found the nipple then tweaked it so that it sprung erect inside her bra. He wondered if this out-of-character public display was for his, or for Charles' benefit.

Yelena stood up then and moved towards the centre of the floor to face and look back at Derek. She began to sway to the music bending first one knee then the other rocking seductively from one hip to the other. She stayed like that for moments, engaging Derek's full attention. Then she moved to the pole and commenced a dance routine, sedately swinging around the pole with one hand whilst she stroked a breast through the dress with another. 

The music changed abruptly to a bluesy number. Yelena had the attention of the bar staff now. Derek suspected that a dancer was a rare occurrence in this club on all-comers night. More spotlights came on, to illuminate Yelenas' form with a flattering warm glow. She began to lose herself in the music. 

She swayed like that for several minutes. At first Derek could see only her, then he began to make out shadowy figures against the far wall in the gloom. He looked further around and saw several people watching the floor show, with more trickling in from the play area, attracted by the change in music. Whether or not Yelena was aware of her audience she never took her eyes off Derek. After some turns around the pole she began to stretch as if warming up for an aerobics session. She turned her back on him, legs slightly apart, and bent forward straight-legged to peer back at him between her legs. The hem of the dress rode up at the rear to show off the tops of her thighs, and a hint of the flesh coloured thong beneath. 

She returned to the pole keeping her gaze fixed on Derek. She rubbed her front sensuously up and down against the pole a few times, then turned to use it as support for her back. As she sank downwards to a squatting position she opened her knees to display the thong under her dress, and ran a hand slowly up her thigh until she reached her crotch. She caressed the triangular patch covering her pussy for a few moments. He recalled her oft-spoken statement, "Only for you." So why was she performing now in front of all these people like this?

She gave Derek a look of desire. If she didn't mean it, it was damned fine acting.

Derek was quivering with excitement, anticipation - and fear -- how far might she go? Did he really want her to?

He glanced at Charles. Charles had got the message and had given up on this exotic creature for the evening. Vicky now sat on his lap with her back to him, dress pulled up, sides of her thighs exposed. She had a look of triumph on her face. As she slowly squirmed and moved up and down, Derek was sure Charles was pushing up inside her, releasing his pent-up frustration. Meanwhile Charles stared at Yelena, as if wishing it was she.

Derek returned his attention to Yelena. She was slowly rising from her haunches with her hands above and behind her head on the pole, arching her back, prolonging the journey upwards into an upright position. She was blissfully unaware of the other people watching and wanted only to show Derek the shape of her body beneath her dress, to maximum effect. Her eyes fixated his.

The music had a distinctly slinky beat now and she stood with her back to him, hands crossed on her chest, embracing her sides under her arms. As her hips swayed from left to right, legs again slightly apart, her hands moved down her body past her hips until she found the hem of her dress on either side. Slowly and seductively she pulled it up to reveal first her thighs, then her rounded bottom in its flesh thong, her lean sculpted back, and finally her shoulders as she lifted the dress off over her head. For a moment he remembered the Kiev night club.

She let him drink in the sight of her near naked rear. Then she turned to face him and sank down onto her haunches, knees apart with her back against the pole, to repeat the massage of her pussy through the material. 

She was arousing herself, and Derek heard murmurs around the dance floor. Again she rose, handing her way up the pole arching her back with arms above her head, her belly pushed outwards towards Derek. The thong material strained against her crotch and Derek saw the outline of her pussy thrust out towards him. She stood upright as the music ended and stopped dancing, and then bowed to Derek. There was a smattering of applause and cries of encouragement to continue. She shook her head, smiled and acknowledged the audience for the first time.

The performance seemed to be over.

The bar man had searched for and found a modern striptease favourite: 'You can Keep your Hat On', and as the track got into its stride Derek knew that Yelena could not resist dancing along to it. Sure enough she began to sway her hips again to the rhythm of the song. Keeping her eyes steadfastly fixed on Derek, she swung around the pole some more. Posing to show off her taut body , hips and bottom, she danced as the music continued. Derek could see in her eyes she wasn't intending to remove her underwear. He was relieved. He had decided that he wasn't ready either for her to strip completely for this crowd. Nobody else had danced or stripped so why should she give the only floor show of the night?

Voices from the gloom were softly singing along to the tune and clapping to the beat. Yelena was buoyed by their encouragement and she felt totally in control. She wanted to continue. Most of all, she was used to completing a routine for Derek with a flourish so that great sex would follow. It was always best after a performance. 

She continued to dance and immersed herself in the words. Her moves around the pole became more energetic, abandoned. She swung herself around at speed then jerked to a halt with her back to Derek. On impulse, she reached behind her back for the clasp of the bra and flicked it open. She dropped her arms to allow the bra to fall away from her breasts and after a momentary flash of her now perfectly proportioned breasts, she put her left arm across her chest to conceal them again. 

Now, she was no longer playing only to Derek, but to the crowd as well. She swung around the pole with one hand whilst hiding her breasts with the other arm until she was facing Derek behind the pole. She pulled herself into the pole with both hands just above her head and clamped her body against it into her cleavage, her breasts wrapping either side of it. Thrusting her torso against the pole she opened her legs and dropped her body to a squatting position, rubbing her crotch against the pole.

Derek was relieved the track was about to end, exposed breasts he could cope with, but he wasn't prepared for her to show her pussy. But Yelena had timed this performance to perfection. The final few bars of the song played out in slow motion as she rose again to a standing position, the front of her body pressed against the pole, fixing Derek with her eyes. She moved back away from the pole and grasped either side of the thong at her hips. After a moment's hesitation to heighten the drama she pulled the thong slowly down her hips and legs, bending her knees to drop it to her ankles. Derek watched in grim fascination as he knew her taut rounded bottom and sex was now exposed to those standing behind her. He wished he could see her from behind, his favourite view.

Then the music ended and she stood again with her body pressed against the pole, her left leg raised and wrapped around it. Both her breasts and her labial lips now seemed to be embracing it. Her audience applauded and whistled. As she left and came around the pole she put one arm across her breast and the other between her legs, as if belatedly protecting her modesty. She approached Derek, never losing his gaze as she stepped deliberately and seductively towards him.

Yelena was triumphant. She had felt fully in control throughout her dance and had enjoyed herself. She was excited and aroused by the reaction of the audience. She was proud of her body and knew that many men around the floor would now be lusting after her. She liked the thought of that too, but only the thought. She wanted just one man. Then for a moment her step faltered. 

Derek had stood up and was looking dazed as she approached. Vicky was behind him and was loosening his jeans. Yelena watched Vicky pull them and his underpants down his legs to expose his penis -- her property. Worse still, Vicky pulled on Derek's penis to bring it erect. Charles stood looking equally as surprised as Yelena. Vicky was orchestrating the finale to this performance. 

Derek seemed to come to his senses and looked down at his liberated prick too, then at Yelena.

She resumed her advance again, reached him and pushed him back down onto the padded bench. She straddled him, her knees resting on the bench either side of him. He looked up into her eyes, totally helpless to resist. She grasped his erect penis and lowered herself onto it. She rode him energetically, pushing herself up and down on knees, straddling his hips. Her breasts bounced up and down. She was naked, in front of a group of strangers and she was fucking her man for all it was worth. She didn't care. Her orgasm wasn't long in coming and she cried out in exultation, "Yes, yes, yes," as she felt his hot sperm simultaneously spurting up high inside her. 

As her feelings subsided she began to notice her surroundings once more. People had moved closer in a semi circle around them. Yelena didn't mind. She had what she wanted.

Vicky stood beside Yelena with a huge smile and a look of triumph on her face. "You two don't need anyone else," she whispered. Charles had slunk away. He probably couldn't bear the sight of a naked Yelena he could not possess. He probably also understood all too well the actions of his wife who had conspired to prevent him having this gorgeous creature tonight.

~~~~

Derek and Yelena drove off out of London in silence, each contemplating their own private thoughts until Yelena fell asleep with exhaustion. Derek reflected on the night's events. When the moment had arrived he hadn't wanted Yelena to strip and expose herself to those strangers, even in an anonymous, erotically charged atmosphere such as that swingers club. Yet he had equally been aroused by her assured performance and the sense of occasion. Even her fucking him as a coup de grace had seemed fitting. She had entertained the crowd but voted with her pussy to fuck only him. She was true to her word.

And yet ...



Educating Yelena Ch. 05



Dénuement

Derek never ceased to enjoy the sight of a naked Yelena. For her part, Yelena enjoyed his attentions. It gave him a buzz to see the admiring or lusting glances of men when the two of them were out together. Even women commented admiringly or enviously on Yelena's figure, posture and her youthful skin.

Of course Derek appreciated Yelena's intelligence and her mild, loving and forgiving character. But her body was the real slayer.

She seemed ever to want to please him, like a concubine. Nothing was too much trouble to please him -- as long as the situation was appropriate. But she resisted his suggestions that she wear mini-skirts, short dresses, or shorts out in public in summer. She would dress and undress to please him at will in the privacy of their own home, and he had not forgotten that sublime night at the swingers' club. That, she had asserted afterwards, was a one-off.

He couldn't understand how she could get so much pleasure out of being openly admired for her body, but not want to show it off in public. She would spend hours at her ablutions, rubbing expensive compounds into her skin, and she was undeniably holding back the years very effectively, but every time he remarked on it she would say "Only for you."

He should have been satisfied with his good fortune to find such a beautiful, sexy woman, but he wasn't. From time to time he would try to push her boundaries out a little bit further. He reflected on his progress so far.

She had discovered her exhibitionist side and shown herself for his private viewing pleasure and his video camera.

He had taken frank nude pictures of her, again on the stipulation that they were only for his private use. Then he had posted several sets on the web and only told her afterwards. They had read the complimentary comments together; including what other men fantasised about doing to her, and they had exceptionally good sex afterwards. Reluctant she may have been, but she had been excited about the anonymous adulation she received.

Then he had introduced her to nude sunbathing, and enjoyed the spectacle of other men gawping at her naked body. Once introduced to the delights of the sun on her naked skin, she seemed to lose all inhibition and would stand oblivious to onlookers close by, drying off her body after a swim. Her shaved pussy and very generous labial lips made her display seem all the more outrageously exhibitionist. He wondered how many men had covertly snapped her on the beach from every conceivable angle. How many might be wanking off to her image in the privacy of their own homes at that very moment. That thought got him very excited.

She had done an impromptu strip in a swingers club and been seduced by the atmosphere into fucking him in front of many onlookers.

Yes, she had made quite a journey towards discovering her true sexuality. How much further, he speculated could she be persuaded to go -- but would he want her to go any further?

Derek didn't like the idea of other men looking at Yelena's naked body without his tacit permission, but in a situation he -- or she - could control, it became an altogether different proposition. Yelena had said that she didn't mind being observed naked when she was in control of the situation, but she would not be coerced. When he broached the subject of watching her show herself to other men she had flatly dismissed the idea. He just couldn't make her out.

Yet Yelena had been a good pupil, and she was soon to demonstrate just how much she had learnt from Derek, and he was soon to watch helplessly as things spiralled out of his control.

~~~~

It was Derek's birthday and he'd met his son Jack in a pub in town for a quick pint and to receive the obligatory birthday card. Yelena warned him that she would be late home that evening and had been happy for him to stop off to meet Jack. He guessed she would want to have time to get a birthday meal ready before he arrived home.

Chelsea were one of two English teams in the semi-final of the European Champions League. The pub was filling up for the football, which would be shown on a large screen. When three football buddies of Derek showed up, Jack made his excuses and left.

Steve, Clive and Jim were in the pub to watch the match on the big screen, leaving their wives and partners to enjoy Eastenders or Coronation Street at home. Yelena did not understand English soaps and Derek intended to watch the match in the comfort of his own home. He was sure Yelena wouldn't mind. She usually gave in to his wishes, especially on his birthday.

Steve was a natural leader: tall, fair haired, with a cultured accent. He worked as a broker in The City. Jim was a university lecturer, average build, slightly professorial, with a mop of dark hair and glasses. Clive was the clown of the trio, with his own IT business, rotund with a permanently smiley face. Derek and Yelena had met their wives and partners but hadn't got involved with their group social set.

Unfortunately, the pub landlord decided to show the United game. "That's the evening shot to pieces," said Steve.

"I'm watching it at home anyway," Derek announced, then thought: I didn't mean to say that. Too late he realised it might be regarded as an invitation.

"Then we'll all come to your place," said Clive. He proposed they call in at a supermarket on the way for some booze.

Derek wanted to check in with Yelena, but he couldn't raise her on the phone. Reluctant as he was to spring this surprise on her - she wasn't very good at handling surprises - he didn't know how he could get out of bringing his mates home without giving offence.

Derek led the entourage of cars onto the driveway of his house.

"Hi Darling," he called as he opened the front door. The door swung back and he saw, too late, that Yelena was waiting for him in the hallway with an empty brandy glass in one hand, dressed in the tight gold lame mini-dress and gold stiletto heels he loved so much. The dress clung everywhere on her body to devastating effect.

'Only for you' she would say when she put it on. But he wasn't alone this time.

Derek made a futile attempt to pull the front door closed again, but thick-skinned Clive had spotted Yelena and he burst past Derek to greet her. Surely he couldn't have failed to spot that the welcome was intended to be for Derek alone?

Derek watched helplessly as Clive embraced Yelena and cheekily put his hand on her bottom. How was Derek to handle this tricky situation? Steve and Jim were following Clive's lead hesitantly, but only to the extent of entering the house to greet Yelena warmly from a respectful distance. For a few moments there was silence as each weighed up the situation. Four of the five felt embarrassed. Not Clive: he broke the pregnant pause, "Yelena, you look fucking gorgeous!"

The other two visitors agreed and made appreciative comments about her outfit.

She sighed contentedly at their compliments, then turned away from them to face Derek, the smile disappearing from her face en route. He explained what had happened and asked lamely whether she minded him bringing his mates home to watch the match.

Whilst they were talking Steve, Jim and Clive had been admiring Yelena's rear view. They hadn't had the pleasure of seeing her in such a figure-hugging dress before.

She turned and caught their appreciative expressions. A frisson of pleasure rippled through her body as she felt their eyes homing in on her bust. It was the only part of her body no longer entirely natural, but she was proud of her breasts, which made her feel so good about herself. She could feel her nipples coming erect under the thin stretchy material as she thought of them ogling her body.

She decided, on impulse, that she should be the perfect hostess for the evening. "Come in and make yourselves at home." She moved ahead of them to show the way but glared at Derek as she passed him. 'Later', it warned him.

Derek picked up the vibe but was relieved Yelena had decided to make the best of the situation. He guessed that her clement demeanour was due entirely to the brandy she had evidently knocked back, mellowing her mood. A creature of habit, she always wanted a generous measure before performing for him.

They both had parallel thoughts as they accompanied their guests into the lounge on the floor show that Derek would now be missing this evening. His birthday treat would have to be the football instead.

They both also agreed to themselves that it was his loss.

"I will fix some drinks and nibbles." she said, showing the men to the sofas. Then, changing her mind she asked Derek : "Can you pour some drinks, Darling, whilst I go up and change?"

"No, don't do that," cried Clive, "you look fabulous. Why don't you serve us as you are?"

Yelena left the room without comment. Had Clive offended her?

Three sofas made up three sides of a square in the centre of the room, with a low coffee table in the middle. The widescreen TV was against the far wall opposite the sofas. Clive immediately found the remote control and began searching the channels. Derek and Jim shared the centre sofa, and Clive and Steve had commandeered a side sofa each. Derek's three guests were in boisterous mood from their visit to the pub. Healthy banter flew back and forth between them as Derek reflected quietly on this situation he hadn't wanted.

The sight of Yelena had stimulated him and he'd lost interest in the match now; he could put it on record anyway. He desperately wanted Yelena's planned birthday treat. He wanted to say "look guys, can't you see Yelena has something special planned for my birthday?" expecting some ribald comments, followed by a tactful withdrawal by his guests. He could rely on Steve to take the lead and drag Clive away. He couldn't trust Clive.

Too late, Yelena re-entered with a tray of nibbles which she handed to Derek to hold whilst she organised a table to put them on. She made a show of lifting the coffee table to move it to the side beyond one of the sofas, then came back to retrieve the nibbles tray. Four pairs of eyes followed her movements. The chatter died as she bent at the waist with straight legs, to place the tray on the side table. Four pairs of eyes were drawn to her pear-shaped rear as the tight dress rode up her hips to show the undersides of her bottom cheeks and a dark shadowy land of promise beyond. She had meant to let them admire her shape in the dress but nothing more, and straightened quickly when the cooler air on her bottom told her she was being a little cheekier than she had intended. Clive whooped and clapped spontaneously, and the other two guests joined in.

Did Yelena mean to show so much, Derek wondered? Just how drunk was she? This was uncharacteristically risqué behaviour.

Flustered, she gathered her composure and turned to her admiring audience. "I had better go and put on some underwear," she announced calmly. That was her undoing because it confirmed what had only been implied before.

She had been excited by their reaction and her judgement was indeed a little dulled by the brandy.

Derek got up to follow her but Jim pulled him back. "Let her go. She seems perfectly fine."

"Mighty fine," agreed Clive. He went off to the kitchen to find some drinks and came back with some bottles of beer in his arms and an almost full brandy bottle in his hand. "Found it in the kitchen." He sent Jim off to get some glasses.

Derek wondered how Yelena was feeling. He soon got an answer.

When Yelena returned she spotted the brandy bottle and headed straight for it. As she bent with her back to them to pour another generous helping for herself, she wiggled her hips theatrically and, Derek thought, nervously. In fact Yelena was shaking a little with shock at her own behaviour, and unsure of what to do for the best in this situation. She felt impelled to perform for her adoring audience, yet didn't know how, or how far to take it.

The wiggle attracted four pairs of eyes straight to the forbidden zone, which now showed a glimpse of shiny material of a pair of gold bikini panties she had hurriedly put on beneath the clinging dress. Derek thought she was making one bad decision after another. He adored her in that minimalist bikini, but it wasn't intended for inspection by anyone else. It also shouted loudly 'I want to play!'

Clive was clearly determined to keep this mood going. "Never mind the football, let's have some music and a floor show."

Yelena glared at him because despite her inebriated state she didn't need any suggestions, thank you; but she said nothing. Clive ambled over to the TV stand which housed a DAB radio on the shelf beneath. The sounds of rock music filled the room when he hit the ON button. Yelena had it permanently tuned to Planet Rock.

Jim found the remote and the TV went off. The guests were getting organised. Derek wondered what these guys got up to with their wives and partners. They were obviously expecting something to happen. He felt uneasy that the evening might get out of hand, or alternatively that their guests' expectations might be dashed by Yelena's limited idea of entertainment. He wasn't sure which he would prefer.

Yelena knew what their guests probably expected because she had been told by Steve's wife about wild parties, strip poker and other party games. She hadn't told Derek in case it gave him ideas. It reassured her to know that the guests wouldn't be embarrassed about some erotic playfulness, so she could tease them and have some fun at their expense. Only Derek would be in the dark about what she knew of their guests. That pleased her all the more. This would teach him for ruining her plans for the evening.

The guests began to ply Yelena with questions about Ukraine as she danced gently to the music and sipped her brandy. She gave the impression of being lost the music, rather than of performing to an audience. The conversation flowed and even Derek joined in, telling of their hairy car ride on the last visit to Kiev (Ch 4).

Clive asked about Kiev night life. "I don't have much experience of clubs," said Yelena, "but I heard stories."

Derek relaxed. She was going to be discreet about the night club.

They discussed relative attitudes to sexuality, nudity, and Kiev women's summer dress sense. Yelena confessed that when she was younger she had dressed more revealingly, but that she would not do so in public in England, where everybody expected mature women to dress more respectably.

"But you don't look like a mature woman," Steve volunteered, "why not dress as you feel?" A subtle gambit, Derek thought.

"I want to see your body," intoned Clive in a languorous mock-Russian accent. No subtlety there at all, despite his attempt at humour with the accent. The invitation was blatant.

"I'm not stripper," retorted Yelena, in a more than usually thick, accented tone, slightly slurred by the effects of the brandy. "Why don't you show me your fine bodies?"

"I will if you will," said Steve, as he stood up and lifted his loose fitting open-necked shirt over his head. Now Derek was getting worried. He didn't know these guys that well. He wasn't sure he wanted to improve their acquaintance just now!

Yelena smiled and danced her way confidently towards Steve and stroked her fingertips along his bare shoulders and down his chest. Something in her sensuousness caused Derek's prick to stir in his loins and he wanted to see more. She had this situation under control and he was confident she wouldn't go too far. He was more concerned at the disappointment the guests would eventually feel when she decided to stop teasing them.

But she didn't stop there. She smiled again and undid Steve's belt, unzipping his flies and pulling down his jeans as she gently swung her hips from side to side to the music. Again, Derek did nothing to stop her.

Leaving Steve standing there with his jeans around his ankles, only his briefs protecting his modesty, she moved away and twirled, laughing gently. What game was she playing?

It might have ended there if Clive had not also stood up and started to undress. Maybe he wanted to up the game a little. He gestured at Jim to do the same. Reluctantly Jim followed suit.

Yelena stood motionless surveying the scene in front of her, at first in surprise, then smiling; a finger resting coyly on her lower lip. "And you my Darling?" she enquired archly. It wasn't a request: it was a command. Derek pondered whether to call a halt to this recklessness now. He knew he would look a fool to his mates, particularly since Yelena was playing along with them. Reluctantly, he admitted defeat and stripped to his pants too. His prick was straining at the leash to be free and to squirt his love juices up her delicious cunt. Never before had he experienced such a sexual atmosphere with other almost naked men. Yelena must be loving this!

The men dropped back down into the sofas and stared expectantly at Yelena. "Now I am overdressed," she announced. The effect was electric on all the men present. This is what they had been wanting from the outset.

She went to turn up the volume on the radio and waited for the DJ to finish his intro to the next piece of music. He seemed to go on talking for ages. Then she turned and walked sedately, swinging her hips, towards the centre of the floor and resumed her seductive dance to the music. She shifted her weight gently from one hip to the other and surveyed each of them deliberately in turn. All four sat slumped in their seats watching her tensely.

Her flesh, and there was plenty of that on show despite the minidress, looked golden brown in the subdued lamplight. She was still fully (?) dressed, but her adoring admirers were saved from absolute embarrassment only by their underpants: the ultimate prick tease! Derek began to fear a twin humiliation -- of his reputation with a wife who mocked him in front of his friends, and of his mates' discomfort at being so easily undressed by a woman who kept her own clothes on. Later, he might see the funny side of this, but at this moment all he could feel was shame.

A backlit lamp cast a halo around her wild, recently washed blonde hair. The light also caught the golden threads in the dress, to accentuate her voluptuous hips and her slim waist. Her long tanned legs seemed even sexier than usual in the shiny gold stiletto heels. She had never looked lovelier to Derek, and more dangerous.

She danced on for a few minutes to build some more tension in the room, then very slowly she began to lift the clingy dress up her body and over her head. For the first time, the three guests could fully see what Yelena had put on under the dress. They didn't know it was Derek's favourite item of her play clothes. What they saw was a skimpy, shiny gold bikini barely covering her voluptuous assets, eastern European delights.

Steve gave a low appreciative whistle. The shiny gold bikini consisted essentially of three small triangles of metallic material attached to thin gold fabric straps. The halter neck bra barely concealed the generous roundedness of Yelena's softly enhanced breasts. The thong hung low on her hips and the top of its triangle of material just about covered her pubic area. Her nipples stood proud, highlighted by the metallic sheen of the tiny triangles which penned them in. She turned her back to show them her rear, just as she might to Derek on one of his personal performances. This was territory she knew well. True to form, the guests were as appreciative of her near-naked form as her husband.

The three of them roared their appreciation at the deliriously sexy shape of Yelena's body, to encourage her further. "You lucky bugger," said one to Derek.

Yelena laughed and started a more complicated dance routine to the beat of the music. She was now relishing the sexual tension she alone had created, and was debating with herself how much further she should go. As she swayed sinuously she caught sight of Jim absent-mindedly pulling his penis out of his boxers and stroking it rhythmically, as he followed her every movement. It prompted Clive to do the same only, being Clive, he removed his pants completely. Only Steve remained motionless, expressionless.




Educating Yelena Ch. 05



Derek, she ignored. For once, the performance was not for him.

Yelena placed her hands on her belly and stroked her way up her torso to the minimalist bra. She kneaded her breasts through the material and made eye contact with each of the guests in turn, an enticing smile on her lips. As she pinched her nipples beneath the material and gasped with the pleasure of her touch, she saw Jim and Clive's bodies stiffen. Clive's stroking of his penis quickened into gross self-abuse.

She turned away from them all and made a deliberate show of moving her fingers to the ties of the back strap to her bikini top. Slowly she pulled on the ends until the bow gave way and the ends of the strap fell away. The could now admire her naked back, save only for the straps of her thong. She swayed her hips more deliberately as she lifted the halter neck strap from under her hair and over her head. The flimsy bra dropped to the floor.

This was too much for Clive and he let out a low groan as his cum spilled out of his penis into the palm of his hand. That seemed to set off Jim, too. In moments, both were spent forces.

Derek watched, fascinated at the expressions on the faces of his mates. All three sat open-mouthed, two with upturned palms cradling their spunk. He wanted to wank himself vigorously as well at the arousal Yelena's performance provoked.

Yelena turned to face them, her hands covering her breasts. She gasped again at the pleasurable sensation of massaging her breasts in front of them. She swayed to the music. Then, turning sideways and covering her breasts with her right arm, she reached down with the other hand to one side of her thong. The ends of the strap fell apart exposing her left hip. She held up the front of the material to prevent it dropping away from in front of her pussy. More whistling from Steve emboldened her to continue. She was committed now anyway.

She turned away again and looked back over her right shoulder to check their reaction. Clive and Jim were open-mouthed. Steve leant forward watching her intently. Derek sat back in his seat with a look of astonishment on his face.

This was fantastic: she felt so empowered by the desire on their faces. She waited several seconds to allow the tension to build further, then switched arms across her breasts to undo the last remaining strap of her thong. She let the skimpy garment fall away to the floor and was at last totally naked. Derek gazed on the side profile he loved to watch so much: her long slender legs, the perfect curve of her bottom, the hollow of the small of her back and the gentle curve of her belly, and her slender shoulders.

With her right hand over her pussy and her left arm concealing her breasts she turned to face them all. She made a great show of studying each of them in turn, then dropped her arms to reveal at last her unfettered breasts and shaved pussy. Pause for applause ... but the show wasn't finished yet. After a short pause she lowered her head like a bull preparing to charge the bullfighter and fixed her hooded eyes on Steve. Standing up straight so that her breasts were pushed out, she slowly and deliberately advanced on him, holding his gaze, with her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

Derek wanted this performance to end there but was helpless to intervene as she held his attention on her way towards Steve. She reached Steve and bent down to grasp the sides of his briefs. He didn't resist, but lifted his butt, and she briskly pulled his pants down his legs and off him. The other three watched intently for her next move. Derek was paralysed, his heart pounding as he waited to witness what he dreaded most but couldn't bear to miss: Yelena fucking another man.

Yelena waited, playing who would blink first with Steve. It was a long stand-off, and it was Steve who gave way first. He looked up into Yelena's eyes and grasped his erect penis upright in his right hand, offering it up for her vaginal embrace.

She stood facing him, legs slightly apart, waiting. The others expected her to mount him at any moment, but she bent her knees, arched her back and started instead to rub her clitoris with the index finger of her right hand whilst she massaged her right breast with her left hand. The other three witnessed the scene from Yelena's rear. Clive was masturbating again, vigorously. Quickly he began to climax and gasp, staring all the time at Yelena's bottom.

She bent down then and took Steve's penis into her mouth to catch and swallow his cum, falling to her knees. The others stared at the kneeling Yelena, swaying her bottom from side to side as she animatedly drove her head up and down Steve's shaft. Steve squirmed in ecstasy as she sucked up every drop of his cum. When he had subsided she turned and stood up to look at the other three, gently licking her lips. Like a predatory lioness cleaning her mouth after feeding on fresh kill.

She stood proudly letting them admire her nakedness. This was her show and she was totally in command.

As she relived the last few minutes, she smiled inwardly to herself. Two of them had cum prematurely before they had seen her full nakedness, which pleased her greatly. Steve had almost brought himself, and her sucking up of his cum had been his reward for being so cool.

She told herself that she hadn't had 'intimate' relations with any of the guests, at least, not in the presidential sense. Her honour satisfied she advanced on Derek, placing one foot deliberately in front of the other, rubbing the palms of her hands up and down the fronts of her thighs.

Reaching him at last, she bent and grasped his pants. She was going to own him.

Derek lifted his bottom off the cushion to assist her as she pulled his briefs towards her along his upper legs, over his knees and down to his ankles. She felt her naked thigh brush against Jim as she knelt facing her man. She mounted Derek. Her dripping vagina enticed his prick up deeply inside her. Facing him she slowly raised and lowered her butt cheeks to stroke up and down his penis. She was in no hurry, and he merely arched his back a little to improve the angle and extent of penetration. She rarely orgasmed in this position but she was determined that she was going to cum no matter how long it took. Never in their time together had she been this much on fire with sexual passion.

It didn't take long for her body to respond to the stimulation of his familiar prick inside her. She sensed the onrush of her orgasm overwhelming her. She rode his prick more vigorously and urgently now, pumping up and down on him to accelerate his climax. Derek began to push upwards involuntarily in sync with Yelena's movements. He cried out as his juices exploded up inside her and caused Yelena to climax with him as she felt his hot sperm squirting up against the neck of her womb. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried exultantly as the sensation of her orgasm spread around inside her groin.

She could even control the timing of his cum now.

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The four men sat slumped in their post orgasmic torpor. Yelena felt invigorated, as she usually did after a lovemaking session with Derek. It would soon pass, but for the moment she felt supreme.

She dismounted him triumphantly and found a box of tissues, offering handfuls to each of the men in turn. Never had she felt more in control of men in her life. She had dictated her terms for their pleasure and orchestrated their cums ... like a maestro? (certainly not a maestra!).

She would worry about any consequences tomorrow. Time for bed. As she walked towards the door, she stopped and looked back at Derek, but she spoke for all to hear "My pussy is only for you," and she was gone.

THE END