Chapter 7

I woke up to the feeling of Lana sitting on the side of my bed. “Ik dacht dat je misschien dorst had.”

“I thought you might be thirsty.”

I was captivated by her beauty. Her long strawberry blonde hair had a natural curl to it and fell loosely about her shoulders. She wore a lace-up blue bodice and matching skirt. Her bodice was low cut, and so was the white blouse she wore.

She handed me the glass flask, and I took a drink. I sat up, and reaching for my webbing, took out a package. I opened it and offered her crackers, part of my combat rations.

“They don’t have much taste, but will take the edge of your hunger.”

“Bedankt dat je je eten met mij hebt gedeeld.”

“Thank you for sharing your food with me.”

“Wil je me wat Engelse woorden leren?”

“Will you teach me some words in English?”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. She turned more towards me. “Oor.” She touched her right ear.

“Oor,” I said, touching mine. “Ear.”

“Oren.” She touched both ears. I did the same, repeating what she said. “Haar.” She touched several strands of her hair.

“Hair,” I said, leaning to touch her hair, and she smiled.

“Vingers.” She touched several fingers.

I touched two on her hand. “Fingers.”

“Ogen.” She pointed to her eyes.

“Eyes. And yours are a very beautiful looking green.”

“Neus.” She touched her nose.

“Nose,” I said, smiling and touching hers, and she returned the smile.

“Lippen.” she said, touching her lips.

“Lips,” I replied, touching mine, then hers.

Lana moved closer to me, then leaning touched her lips to mine “Kus.”

I placed the palm of my hand on her cheek and leaned to her. “Kiss,” I said, touching her lips with mine.

“Richard, Kus me.”

Now that I understood and taking her in my arms kissed her softly several times, then longer. I could feel her breasts pressing to me as she hugged me closer and returned my affection. I could tell she found it oddly satisfying as my tongue parted her lips and probed her mouth.

Lana looked at me, taking my left hand and boldly placed it on her right breast. “Borst.”

I felt her breast. “Breast or tit.”

“Tit?”

“Yes, tit.”

Lana surprised me by pulling out the material on her blouse and placing my hand inside on her bare breast. It felt so soft and warm.

“Kiss,” she said and moaned softly as she accepted my tongue and urging me to fondle her tit.

I had to think of the last time I’d been with a woman and could feel my cock twitching. Once, six months before leaving Italy while on R and R was my last time with a woman.

I gave her tit a good healthy feel as we kissed. She stopped only to untie her bodice and several buttons on her blouse. She spread the opening, offering her breasts to me. We resumed kissing as I alternated feeling each one. I could feel my cock growing harder.

Lana pulled up the hem of her skirt to just below the knee. “Been,” she said, rubbing her calf muscle.

“Leg,” I replied, smoothing my hand up and down her left, then right. “You have very sexy looking legs.”