"He had never seemed to us like a thief of public funds, but who knows what they look like?" He chuckled.
He kept me talking about my life with my husband since he had come out of jail a week or so ago. His replies were so warm that I found myself, in spite of myself, getting to like him. After all, wasn't I going to spend the night in his house? It is better to do so with someone you held no fear of.
I stood up suddenly wanting to take the dirty dishes to the kitchen and wash them. In my house I could not stomach dirty dishes in the sink at night. "Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen. I can't leave!" Then I made a face.
His protest died on that reply and I sailed on that fair wind to the kitchen. Quickly I washed the two plates and spoons, then washed out the pot and cooking spoons he had used, stacking them in the dish dryer. Turning round to a slight sound as I dried my hands on the kitchen towel, I was startled to see him at the door. His eyes dropped to my breasts as they swung gently under my nightdress.
"Thank you so much! I can't believe that a woman of your status could go to such lengths as washing my dishes for me. I have grievous trouble with washing up, sometimes only doing so when I run out of things to use."
That long speech touched me to the core. I felt my legs carrying me towards him and I hugged him to me. Only when our bodies were in close contact did I realise what I had done. He was clutching me in his strong arms, with hands running up and down my back. Instead of trying to rectify my mistake, I found his embrace so very enjoyable that I delayed my reaction. He too, was enjoying my body so much that I felt his erection against my lower stomach.
It was so long since I had felt a man's body against mine that I now exulted in the power I had to affect a man to the point of raising an erection. His breathing was also changing quickly. How long ago was it since I had affected a man in such a profound way. I felt his hands on my lower back and then he crossed over into that forbidden land of my buttocks. I flinched. He too, seemed to have been shaken throughout his body.
I speculated what would happen if he chanced to touch my boobs. On one hand my nipples ached for his touch, but on the other, I was curious to see how big an effect it would have on him. I realised that he was moving me back towards the living room. He led me to the sofa with his hand on my left side. I wanted to twist my body to let those fingers graze the side of my breast. He sat me very gently and let his arms encircle me. It was not difficult for his hands to visit the soft flesh of the side of my boobs; and he did.
His breath drew in sharply inciting me to do the same. I turned my face towards him causing his hand to cup the full breast in his palm. I wish I could tell you more fully what I felt when I felt him grasp my breast uninhibitedly. He began to palpitate it as if he were looking for tumours therein. This drove me higher on the scale of lust. One part of my mind could not quite come to terms with how I had found myself in this position, married woman though I was, and the other part wanted to shut out those questions and just enjoy being caressed and fondled by a real man who wanted my body.
Then he kissed me! Wow, that threw me completely off-kilter. All my good sense deserted me in an instant. I kissed him back with great heat wanting him to do more to my body. I felt a coolness between my legs only to realise that I had parted my legs. Both his hands were treating my boobs to the best fondling, something I had desired on many a night, but which had remained just that-a wish.
Now it was reality. My cunt was awash with juices as if I was a cow being milked, only there was no pail into which it would go. I took one of his hands and guided it down to my thighs. He groaned with pleasure and anticipation. He ran up one thigh and down the other. I was so eager to feel his fingers between the lips of my cunt. Soon he did. I opened my legs wider in welcome.
I willed him to get his fingers under the elastic of my panty and strum my lips. I twisted this way and that wanting him to find my hungry, wet cunt. He took the hint and ran his palm over my pubic mound, squeezing the whole area with his strong hand. I scooted my body forward to allow my legs to part further. He lifted my nightdress and fumbled to find the elastic of the panty leg. I was thankful when he found it and pushed his fingers under it to find my wetness. He groaned again as he slid one joint of the finger into me causing me to squirm in pure pleasure. My own hand went in search of his trouser zip and drew it down. I wiggled my fingers under his boxers to encounter the hard softness of his erection. I shivered with excitement knowing he would take me right here on the sofa. I was sure neither of us could wait until we got to the bedroom. I pulled his rigid stem with the urgent message that I wanted his cock in my pussy now, rather than later.
