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I recently moved to Madrid to work for an English Textbook Company to satisfy the huge demand for learning the Queen’s English in Spain. It was a transfer I had sought out. Every year for the past decade I’d made a point of taking a project in the Madrid office and by this point spoke pretty good Spanish and understood the culture fairly well. The weather, the food, the people, the landscape – everything called to me.

My office was a 20 minute walk away from the flat I had rented, and I was lucky enough to be able to walk through the Retiro Park, the largest green space in central Madrid, along my route. Since my timing was the same every day I got to see many of the same people walking the opposite direction on a regular basis. One of my regulars was a young woman also on her way to work, she was probably in her early 20s, average height, slim build, with a round innocent face, wearing large black prescription glasses, long black straight hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and always conservatively dressed. She never really acknowledged me as we passed daily but I chalked that up to her shyness rather than anything else.

One day as I was walking to work, I saw my mystery girl walking slowly towards me. She had on higher heels than usual, a pair of dark tight trousers and a stylish white blouse along with her signature glasses. She clearly wasn’t very used to the heels and just before we were about to pass one another she caught a piece of uneven pavement and went down twisting her ankle. Of course, I rushed to her aid asking in Spanish if she needed any help.

“Miss, are you OK? Can I help you up onto a bench?” I asked.

“Yes, that would be good.” she replied.

So I picked her up by the arms and half dragged her a few steps to a nearby bench. She was clearly in pain, wincing from time to time.

“I think you need to have that ankle looked at, you’ve done some damage to it, it looks like.” I said.

“Yes, I think you’re right. Damn these new heels!” she said. This was pretty demure swearing for a culture that really didn’t mind all manner of foul language.

“Can I help you get to a doctor or hospital?” I asked.

“Yes, if you don’t mind” she said.

“Do you mind if I pick you up? That would be the easiest. We could go to the hospital just outside the central gates on the left.” I said pointing the direction.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” She said.

Assuming that she meant the method and direction were both acceptable, I simply scooped her up from her seated position on the bench and started walking in the direction of the hospital. She put her arms around my neck to steady herself. I doubt she weighed over 100lbs and I’m in pretty good condition for kozyatağı escort my 30 years of age so it was no problem going the 300 yards to the emergency room.

Once we arrived I put her down on a seat and tried to get the attention of someone to help her get admitted. Within a minute I had a nurse aide with a portable device come over to do the intake. I learned that my mystery woman was Maria Torres, she was 21 years old, and she lived in the same barrio as the hospital.

Then the nurse asked “Shall I call anyone? Only relatives and spouses are allowed in the triage area.”

To which Maria responded looking me in the eye: “No need, my husband here can help me just fine.”

I had to say I was more than a little surprised but decided to take it in stride and replied “I’ll just let work know I’m not going to be coming in today.” So I pulled out my cellphone and called my boss to let him know that a personal emergency was going to keep me away.

With the nurse gone, Maria said to me: “I hope you don’t mind staying with me a little longer. My parents are away on holiday and I don’t have any other relatives in Madrid.”

“Not at all.” I replied.

Soon enough Maria was transferred with my help onto a wheelchair and we were whisked away to a triage room where we transferred her onto a bed. The nurse told me to help Maria get her pants off and put on a gown. Maria blushed slightly, and rather sheepishly undid her trousers while I pulled them slowly over her legs and feet after removing her shoes. With the nurse out of earshot I couldn’t resist making a joke: “Nothing I haven’t seen before, my love!”

Unlike her conservative clothing, Maria was wearing a very sexy lacy thong. A small strip of dark pubic hair could be seen down the center. She was really quite beautiful in her sexy-innocent way. Quickly enough she was all covered up again in the gown. In a few minutes, a friendly middle-aged doctor came behind the curtain and asked about the accident, how much pain she was feeling, and whether he could make a small physical examination. He rotated he ankle slowly and felt up the calf muscle.

“Nothing too serious, just a badly sprained ankle. You’ll need a compression bandage and have to keep your weight off your foot for at least a week. I’ll proscribe some pain killers. Your husband should do everything around the house for you – no shopping, cleaning or cooking you hear?” said the doctor looking at me.

“Yes, yes.” I replied as the dutiful “husband”.

A few minutes later with a well bandaged and medicated Maria we were wheeled to the sidewalk and caught a taxi to Maria’s apartment, or more accurately küçükyalı escort her parent’s place. I carried her over from the elevator into the apartment – reflecting that it was a bit like carrying a bride over the door lintel and she guided me with her arms around my neck to her bedroom.

“Do you need anything to eat or drink darling?” I asked in jest.

“I’d kill for a mint tea and a plate of jamon. You know where to find everything in the kitchen, husband.” she said chuckling slightly.

So off I went to prepare some food. By the time I returned Maria was looking quite sleepy.

“Can you stay? I’d like that very much. My parents won’t be back for a few days so it would be a great help. After all isn’t it “in sickness and in health” husband?” she giggled.

“Well since today is Friday and I’m already not going into work, I guess I could stay through the weekend. Your husband’s name is David by the way” I replied.

“Thank you for everything David. Glad you can stay” she said in a way that got me thinking that she very rarely didn’t get her way in many things. I covered her with a blanket and then she turned on her side and fell fast asleep.

I couldn’t resist the urge to explore the flat and get to know my mystery woman a bit better. From the family photographs it was clear she was an only child of two older and doting parents. Her father was a bureaucrat in the education ministry and her mother a homemaker. They lived a comfortable middle-class life with vacations to the beach every year. Maria’s grades from high school and university were proudly displayed in her parent’s room. She was a bright young woman, with perfect results.

I took up watch on a comfortable padded chair in her bedroom but all too soon fell asleep with the warm summer heat of the afternoon. It was already the middle of the afternoon when Maria woke up. I heard her prop herself up on her pillows.

“I’m dying to have a pee. Can you help me, husband?” Maria asked.

So I carried her to the nearby bathroom. And closed the door. But pretty soon she called out to me: “I need some help here.”

So in I went and could see her struggling to get her pants and underwear down. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before, husband.” She quipped as I slowly lowered her thong down her shapely legs. I couldn’t resist a quick look at her vagina. Her pubic hair was well trimmed and he labia were full and red with blood. Her clit was erect and proud. I could tell she was aroused.

I left her to do her business which fortunately for this stage in our relationship was just to pee. I pulled her thong and trousers back up and mutlu kent escort carried her back to the bed.

“You know,” Maria said as she suggestively unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a beautiful pair of small pert breasts enclosed in a lacy bra “I haven’t properly thanked my husband for his heroic actions this morning.”

“That’s true.” I grinned playing along.

“I think you should be taking advantage of your husband rights, don’t you?” said Maria.

“Absolutely my love” I replied and crawled up the bed where we started to kiss passionately. It wasn’t long until our clothes were a couple of heaps on the ground and I was rubbing my throbbing penis into her soft wet folds.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked her.

“No need for condoms my husband, I trust you.” She replied. “But be gentle, my love. You are very large for me”.

“I will, I will” I promised and slowly sank my length into her pussy. At one point, I felt an obstruction but pushed through as Maria gasped. “Are you a virgin?” I asked surprised.

“Of course, every wife should give her virginity to her husband” she said.

I continued to gently make love to this wonderful creature who had just given herself to me. How had I got into this situation? Balls deep in a probably unprotected virgin pussy. I didn’t care. The feeling was incredible – her pussy was stroking me, her arms we holding me, her eyes were worshiping me.

A few minutes later she tensed up and her mouth opened in a wordless “O” as she had her first cock created orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer telling her “I’m going to come my love” I told her.

“Yes, my husband. Deep inside of me where your sperm belongs” she replied. With that I erupted and released a torrent of pent up sperm into her fertile depths. Had I just impregnated this woman-child?

We cuddled under the covers and basked in our post orgasmic glow.

Over the rest of the day and the following weekend we rarely got out of bed. We must have made love 10 times each day and laid in bed to recover. By Sunday Maria’s room smelled like a brothel and we reluctantly decided we had better air the room and change the sheets for her parent’s arrival. That night I went home promising to meet up after work to check on her.

Monday evening saw me once again back on Maria’s doorstep. Her mother graciously let me in after the requisite greetings. Her father was seated in the salon reading a newspaper. He got up to shake my hand and thank me for helping his daughter. I then went in to Maria’s room and saw she was much recovered after a day of full rest – no longer prey to my constant molesting of her nubile body. Out of sight of her parents we kissed like sneaky teenagers and I gave her a big hug.

“Husband” she said.

“Yes, wife” I replied.

“Can I move in with you?” she asked.

“Yes, wife, but only after we make it official and get married in a church.” I said.

“Yes, that would be best” she replied “after all I reckon I’m going to be pregnant pretty soon the way you can’t keep your hands off me.”

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