The Fertile Foreign Exchange
Book Themes:
Barely Legal, Breeding, Creampie, and Foreign Exchange Student
Word Count:
4,391
Sending my son off onto a foreign exchange program had to be the best decision of my life. Though I had no idea when I signed up for it, it’d lead me to the most intensely erotic moments of my life.
Nope, when I said goodbye to my son, I thought it was to have to put up with another terror of a young man, looking to cut loose in his college years in a whole new country. Instead, when the time came to pick up Aren from the airport, I was greeted with the most breathtaking of sights.
It wasn’t some scruffy Scandinavian punk coming up to me, but the most delicate looking of beauties I’d laid eyes upon.
Then there was me, standing there with that sign, speechless as she approached and removed all doubts.
Her smile could melt an iceberg with those rosy lips, and the fairest skin I’ve ever seen. There wasn’t a freckle anywhere to be seen, those blue eyes crystal clear and blonde hair so bright.
I found myself fantasizing about touching it, reaching out and grabbing one of those braided pig tails, but I resisted the urge.
Instead I returned her smile as she pulled her pink suitcase up next to her.
She wore a summer dress even though it was only May, and still admittedly chilly. Her shoulders were bare, the yellow fabric accenting her long legs and nipped waist.
“Are you Mr. Chandler?” she asked in that accented voice of hers.
“That I am,” I said a little delayed, dumbstruck by her beauty. “Aren?” I asked, even as I reached out to alleviate the young woman’s burden. Hell, she could’ve been the wrong person entirely and I’d still have helped her heft that suitcase out of the airport, just as an excuse to prolong our encounter.
She nodded, her beautiful face dipped from me for a moment, giving me a chance to look over the large swell of her chest.
When she caught my eye again with her baby blues, I swear she’d caught me, her skin pinkening just a little before she relinquished her suitcase to me, her index finger brushing over my coarser digit.
“I’m looking forward to staying with you,” she said finally.
I was doubly unsure of how to respond to that, my mind so wrapped up in that gorgeous young lady, her pristine skin and seeming sweetness. I lifted her bag and gave her a nod and a bright smile.
“It’ll be just the two of us, so you shouldn’t have to worry about time for study or getting to know the country,” I said, but the only thing my mind was on was how I’d get to spend the next few months with this beauty.
And how I might even be able to accomplish something more than merely spending our time together.
After all, it was the expectation that I’d be spending a lot of time with her, showing her around, teaching her all about America. Driving her wherever she needed to go...
I couldn’t help my growing bulge, or my widening grin, as I led her to my car.
The drive back was a struggle to keep myself in check and to summon up all those skills of casual flirtation, which had atrophied in my time with my ex-wife. But when we got back to my spacious home, I took her on up to the spare bedroom, which had been prepared for her arrival.
“Here you go,” I said, pushing open the door, showing her the queen sized bed, the simple yet elegant furniture and drapes. “Had I known I was getting a beautiful young lady to stay with me, I would have made sure it prettier itself to compliment you,” I remarked, laying down her suitcase at the foot of the bed.
Her giggle was like music as she padded into the room. She was barefoot, now, her legs not hidden beneath stockings or tights. It was just nude, honest flesh, as she felt the cold, hardwood, beneath her feet.
“It’s beautiful!” she said earnestly, her arms going out as she did a spin, revelling in the space.
Yet it gave me a chance to revel in how her skirt flew up, unveiling more of that pristine, milky flesh.
I couldn’t help but grin like a fool at that sight, she was stunning, happy, like a cheerful nymph that frolicked about my home, making it feel alive again.
“My room’s right across the hall,” I said pointing to the other door. “So if ever you need anything during the night, you know where to find me,” I explained with a smile, wanting her so badly to disturb me with a very particular kind of nightly need.