Chapter 16

Lana and I returned from the windmill to the aroma of Benthe’s beef barley soup. Boris came from the cold room, and we sat having a homemade beer.

Lana soon returned, a soapy fragrance telling me she had to clean up from our latest fuck. She wore her white bodice, left mostly unlaced, and no blouse under it. I could feel my cock twitch as she’d tease me with side views of her very deep cleavage.

Benthe had exchanged her blouse for her bodice, left enticingly low and no blouse underneath. She sat beside Boris, sharing his beer. She must have felt more comfortable, or daring around me, placing his arm over her shoulder and his hand down inside her bodice to fondle her tit.

Lana surprised me by doing the same, and I found it oddly erotic to be fondling her tit inside her bodice in front of her parents.

I tried to think of topics to talk about, even though we had a language barrier. I took out the thin wallet I carry with my identification.

“My parents. my momma and my poppa,” I said, pointing to the picture of them together holding hands. “My brother and sister,” I mentioned of them standing beside me in my uniform.

I let go of Lana’s tit to show Boris and Benthe the pictures. She looked at my swelling cock, and kept his hand on her tit as they smiled and nodded about the picture. As I returned to Lana, she guided my hand back inside her bodice to caress her tit.

“I am not a full time soldier. The 48th Highlanders is a reserve Regiment in Toronto.”

“Ah, Toronto,” Boris remarked. I figured they had read some articles about Canada.

“My family lives in an area called, Holland Marsh. It is a flat ground with rich soil. Many different types of vegetables are grown there. I work a little on our farm, but my full times job was house construction.”

I may as well have been talking to the wall for all they understood, but Boris did look at me when I said, Holland.

The house filled with the aroma of her homemade soup, and soon we were enjoying her latest creation. Freshly baked rolls tasted good, dipped in the beef broth. The serving of cheese had a sharp taste to it. My bowl was close to empty, and Benthe gave me a second helping.

She brought out a large slab of dark chocolate and cut off four two-inch square pieces, then re-wrapped the rest. I knew sweets were very hard to come by, and I watched as they nibbled on their treat to make it last as long as possible. Back home, I would have stuffed the whole piece in my mouth.

I thanked Benthe for the delicious meal and helped Lana to clear the table. She went to the kettle on the stove and poured hot water into the kitchen basin. Mixed with cool water, she began to wash the dishes.

“Lana, je kunt deze maar beter vasthouden. De meeste mannen beschouwen gerechten als vrouwenwerk.”

“Lana, you had better hang onto this one. Most men consider dishes to be women’s work.”

“Ik wou dat ik het kon, mamma.”

“I wish I could, Momma.”

I didn’t mind drying the dishes as Lana washed them because standing next to her gave me an excellent view down her bodice at her revealing breasts. She smiled at me, knowing I was admiring her deep cleavage and kissed me.

Benthe came to me, pressing a breast to my arm and kissed my cheek. “‘Je bent een zeer bedachtzame man en een hartstochtelijke minnaar. Je zou een heel goede echtgenoot voor mijn dochter zijn.”

“You are a very thoughtful man and a passionate lover. You would make a very good husband for my daughter.”

Lana and I went outside and sat in the cooling air, watching the sunset. I enjoyed her revealing breasts, and she smiled, guiding my hand inside her bodice. I could tell by the tone of her voice she deeply regretted I had to leave. I turned her to face me, and I could see tears falling silently down her cheek. I brushed them aside and kissed her.