I Was Truly A Child Bride

I'm a 48 year old woman now. But once I was 14. I was put on a plane alone and sent to Quito, Ecuador. I sat beside a man in his mid thirties and he talked to me and asked me all sorts of questions. He helped me with my meal, unwrapping the cellophane, We sat side by side and he kept holding my hand, he lifted the armrest between the seats and we sat with our thighs and arms and shoulders against each other. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. When I woke up I had to use the bathroom and he held me by the hips to help me get past him.

With about an hour to land he took my hand and laid it in his lap and he held down my hand on his penis, which was big enough for me to hold. When the papers came for the immigration form he filled it out for me and when we walked through immigration he walked me through as his daughter. Like maybe he was a father at 16. When we got out of customs with my bags no one was there to pick me up. I was all alone except for him. I was scared and I held onto his hand like a little girl.

In those days of course there were no cell phones and the number I had was for the church and no one was there at that time. He took me to his hotel and put me in his room with him. He undressed me, took my clothes off piece by piece until I was in my panties and no bra. He then got undressed down to his underpants and he took me into the bathroom to take a shower with him. When the water was hot we took our underpants off and he let me into the tub first and got in behind me and we just let the hot water wash over us. At that point I was completely naked and so was he and I didn't cover myself at all. I let him wash me with a washcloth, including my face, breasts and between my legs both front and back and he had me wash his chest and penis and his back and bottom. When we were all washed he kissed me for a long time, a very long kiss, holding me an an embrace that lovers use, my breasts against his naked chest, his naked penis against my stomach. The kiss lasted several minutes while the hot water washed over our heads and our faces. I shared my tongue with him and let his tongue in my mouth and held onto him with my arms under his holding myself close to him.

We dried off and he turned down the bed and got in and held out his arms for me. His penis was already hard, I could see it, and when he pulled me to him I felt his hard penis against me. He laid me on my back and kissed me before moving down and kissing my breasts while he opened me up with his fingers. He found my vagina and I lifted up so he could get his fingers in while he sucked and sucked on my nipples. He felt me up until I was very wet and he got on me with my open legs and he took my hand to hold his penis and guide into my vagina. He made love to me, gently at first then stronger and stronger until he had me wanting him to cum in me.

When he came I felt this feeling wash over me. I hugged his neck as hard as I could feeling his hips buck against mine while he let his semen shoot into me. Then he rested his body on me, holding himself up with his elbows, pressing his penis against my labia, working hard until he was erect again and he went back inside and this time he was very aggressive holding me almost still so I couldn't move and I had my first climax, it went through me. He held me tight and came inside of me again, when he was through with his climax he kissed me. We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling. I started to thinks about my church and my parents and my family back in Wisconsin. What would they think about me now, I was a woman. We slept naked, in the morning hours he put the blanket over us and after our morning shower we exchanged oral sex before getting dressed and going to breakfast.

He took me with him to his office and the secretary was able to run down the church and learned that they weren't expecting me, at all. No one told them I was coming. My parents were on a mission trip in the jungle and he had the secretary keep me until my parents came back to the church. Everyone was so thankful for how he had looked after me, how the office was so nice to me, how his secretary had taken care of me and let me stay at his house. When he left he kissed me one more time, a long long kiss, and he told me he wanted me to grow up and be a good woman. My parents hadn't asked me to come, in fact they didn't want me there. And my grandparents didn't want me and I didn't want to be with my grandparents. No one wanted me, so I lived for a while with the secretary until he made arrangements for me return to the States and put me in school.

We made love many times during the years until I turned 18 an we got married. During those four years I slept with him all night, many nights naked. We made love a couple of times during the night and other times we just slept soundly. When the the sun came up I thought about him and about being his wife and his woman. I'm 48 and he is 68 and we still make love the way we always have. And if we fly anywhere I keep my hand in his lap and keep his penis warm. I like holding it, it gives me that feeling.

I never did return to Quito. My parents split up, my grandparents never wanted anything to do with me, in the quiet hours I remind myself that God sent a man to look after me. I was going to need one. I never would have expected that I would 'marry' him at 14.