FROM ROMANIA WITH LOVE. Dr Amelia Harte

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      The old man, puffing a pipe replied with a graceful smile, “At your service Mam, that’s me!”

      He slowly stepped out accompanied by a dog which looked at least a dozen years old. Following that, all three entered the small holding. It would appear that Gardener Vasile was the sole custodian of the area in question. For a moment Elena could see nothing else besides the luxuriant flowers, some in full bloom others about to blossom with tiny green buds showing their heads intermittently.

      She hesitantly looked at Gardener Vasile and queried, “Where is the vegetable section?”

      He slowly turned around, taking about ten steps forward and turned right, pointing to lush foliage that looked in abundance of everything.

      The two walking slowly followed by his faithful dog, Elena found plenty of items where she felt there was virtually no need to visit the local market or the green grocer. To her surprise she saw aubergines, butternut, spinach, celery, tomatoes and a host of other vegetables, thanks to the wily and capable hands of Gardener Vasile. He made all this possible. The order from the kitchen was carefully and painstaking picked by Gardener Vasile and put into a transit basket about the appropriate size for Elena to carry. He was a perfectionist at his job. He insisted that he would carry the basket to the doorstep of Apostol Hall and, to Elena’s total surprise, as they trudged back to the mansion, Gardener Vasile stopped along the way and plucked a lovely pink rose.

      Bowing down at the young lady, he gracefully placed the flower into the soft palms of Elena. “This is for you as you are new at Apostol Hall…you are as pretty as the rose!”

      Handing Elena the basket with the order of onions, shallot and mushroom, he bowed and departed to his shed.

      “I thank you very much,” replied Elena. She entered the passageway and with a small smile walked twinkle-toed towards the kitchen and placed the order on the table.

      “Hurry with the vegetables, my dear” was the voice of the Cook. “Anna and I will sort out the eggs for the omelette and make the coffee.”

      Whilst the preparation for the breakfast was ongoing, Stefan shoved his head through the serving hatch and kindly requested, “Aunt Anastasia, I would love to have some pork sausages, if you don’t mind!”

      The reply from the Cook came fast, “Sure, sure!”

      And with a nod Stefan spotted Elena, and with raised eyebrows and a naughty smile said, “Good Morning and Welcome to Apostol Hall!”

      “Elena, blushed and returned a shy smile!”

      He had seen Elena over the past few days but had not had the open opportunityof talking to her.

      *****

      Elena was provided with a cute sanctuary of a live-in suite on the upper floor of the mansion at Apostol Hall. Her room was a quaint little one. It was adjacent to the short elevated stairway to the attic...the scene was synonymous of a hideout and smacked of full romanticism.

      It was past bedtime on this particular Wednesday night and the time was a few minutes past 9:30pm. Stepping stealthily upstairs, Stefan was aware of Elena’s protected self-respect from her behaviour which he had noticed over the last few days. Stefan had observed her instinctive integrity from her body language over the previous week. Therefore, he thought aloud...I must act with tact and diplomacy!He approached her sanctuary and placed three soft knocks on her door.

      “Who is it?” Elena raised a question in a somewhat frightened voice.

      “It is me, Stefan!” the reply was hushed from him.

      “How can I help you...what do you want?” Elena replied.

      “I brought you a book on dress patterns, please open the door.” He said with a slight quiver in his voice.

      Elena jumped out of bed and quickly opened the door and stood facing the elder McCreedy boy with slight trepidation. Then Stefan handed Elena the book at the door and, as Elena turned and walked a few steps into the room in order to put it down on her dresser...Stefan followed behind, unbeknown to her.

      However, he moved quickly and pulled her into his arms and his lips met hers. Partly shocked and rudely taken...she opened her eyes wide and then slowly shut her eyes allowing the unexpected fantasy of romance to take its natural course. Furthermore, being a new employee in the Apostol Hall household, Elena made small personal allowances and concession in order that no feathers were ruffledand, most importantly, she did not lose her job. She knew where to draw the line. She parted hers and allowed him to draw onto her moist tongue. She squirmed and held him firmly behind his head. She felt the warmth of his tongue and, similarly, he felt hers...the feeling of passion overcame both of them as they embraced each other. The sensation was relentless and the passion was getting to a level that was certainly going to be overwhelming. Elena’s fingers were at work, gently working into the thick curls of Stefan’s hair just above his neck.

      Few excruciating-minutes had gone by as Stefan ran his hands down Elena’s spine and rested them on her rounded buttocks. She gently wriggled. Then Stefan piled on the pressure as he pulled her towards his strong body. Elena then slowly withdrew from the kissing and the cuddling pose and looked into the blue eyes of Stefan. She then saw an intense darkening in them whilst a stiffening muscle began to throb at her thighs. The stiffening intensified as Stefan’s manhood rose and directed itself at her crotch.

       This was Elena’s first romantic encounter...though she was afraid, she liked it. At any rate, Elena was reasonably suspecting that a romantic interjection of somewhat carnal behaviour was going to be forthcoming on the part of Stefan McCreedy. Over the past week, she had noticed his unusual advancing overtures towards herself in a manner which was suggestive of a crush bordering on the call for aggressive-sex.

       Elena’s mind was playing up with difficult options. She was afraid to reject Stefan totally as her inner voice said, “You cannot afford to lose your job...your household and family need the money!” She, therefore, had to play her cards very carefully and keep the trump card close to her chest...until time intervenes together with incremental maturity.

      “Stefan, please slow down, stop...someone may see us together!” Elena said in a rushed voice.

      He abided and relented as quickly as it had started.

      “You must leave now and go back downstairs...I don’t want to be the reason for any punishment to you or myself!”

       So, that was the initiation of romance and love or was it puppy love or infatuation?

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