Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Katrina moaned, grinding against Ichabod's erection. She couldn't feel properly through her skirts and his trousers of course, but from what she could feel he seemed at least as big as Brom. She wondered what that would feel like inside her, if it would hurt. No, of course it wouldn't...her Ichabod would be tender and loving, and would never hurt her. Of course she was so wet that she couldn't imagine it hurting anyway. But then he pulled back, admitting that he wanted her but, for some reason, denying her.
"Of course there's plenty of time," she confirmed, leaning in to kiss him. "We've nearly an hour." But Ichabod pulled back and rubbed his thumb against her lips while promising that there was plenty of time for them. Katrina gently bit his thumb, then sucked on it briefly, then kissed it. "We won't be discovered," she promised, sliding her hand again up and down his shaft. "Ichabod please...I love you..."
~*~
Adam's cock throbbed in her hand and Jenny bit her lip. It was unfamiliar and that made it exciting. She brought her leg up to twine with his and leaned her weight against the tree, arching her back to offer her breasts to him. She gasped in pleasure as he experimentally pinched her nipple and allowed him to pull her closer and hike her skirts up as far as her hips. Jenny cupped the back of his neck with her free hand and kissed him hard. ...Then he asked her if she wanted him to stop. She pulled back gently and loosened her grip on his shaft.
"No, I don't," she said at last. Her voice shook and tears glistened briefly in her eyes before she blinked them away. "And that's just the problem, innit?" Slowly Jenny lowered her leg and let her skirts fall, and slowly she released him from her embrace, hoping not to hurt his feelings or embarrass him. "It's just...it's been so long since my John..."
Since her John what, exactly? Since he had truly excited her? Since he'd tried something new? Since he'd gotten her off without having to rub her clit, a feat he'd accomplished many times in life? A long time since their sex hadn't been boring? A long time since he'd gotten her as wet as she was right now? Her heart felt like it was being pierced by a knife to know that all of these things were true.
"There hasn't been anyone since he died," she started again, which was technically true. "I don't mean to keep it that way, and I do want you--God how I want you--but I mean to do this right. I like you, Adam. You're sweet and kind and handsome, and you could give a woman a good life." Jenny managed a smile as she reached up to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear. "But if for some reason I'm not the woman for you, I don't want to ruin your relationship with the woman who is your wife. More than that, I don't want to ruin your relationship with God." She sniffed and looked down, feeling miserable and ashamed at what she'd done. "I'm so sorry, Adam. It's just been a very long time since anyone's touched me like that, since anyone's made me feel the way you do...and I got carried away. It's awful lonely being a widow." Again she plucked up the courage for a small, rueful smile. "There will be plenty of time for us to enjoy one another. Promise."
"Of course there's plenty of time," she confirmed, leaning in to kiss him. "We've nearly an hour." But Ichabod pulled back and rubbed his thumb against her lips while promising that there was plenty of time for them. Katrina gently bit his thumb, then sucked on it briefly, then kissed it. "We won't be discovered," she promised, sliding her hand again up and down his shaft. "Ichabod please...I love you..."
~*~
Adam's cock throbbed in her hand and Jenny bit her lip. It was unfamiliar and that made it exciting. She brought her leg up to twine with his and leaned her weight against the tree, arching her back to offer her breasts to him. She gasped in pleasure as he experimentally pinched her nipple and allowed him to pull her closer and hike her skirts up as far as her hips. Jenny cupped the back of his neck with her free hand and kissed him hard. ...Then he asked her if she wanted him to stop. She pulled back gently and loosened her grip on his shaft.
"No, I don't," she said at last. Her voice shook and tears glistened briefly in her eyes before she blinked them away. "And that's just the problem, innit?" Slowly Jenny lowered her leg and let her skirts fall, and slowly she released him from her embrace, hoping not to hurt his feelings or embarrass him. "It's just...it's been so long since my John..."
Since her John what, exactly? Since he had truly excited her? Since he'd tried something new? Since he'd gotten her off without having to rub her clit, a feat he'd accomplished many times in life? A long time since their sex hadn't been boring? A long time since he'd gotten her as wet as she was right now? Her heart felt like it was being pierced by a knife to know that all of these things were true.
"There hasn't been anyone since he died," she started again, which was technically true. "I don't mean to keep it that way, and I do want you--God how I want you--but I mean to do this right. I like you, Adam. You're sweet and kind and handsome, and you could give a woman a good life." Jenny managed a smile as she reached up to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear. "But if for some reason I'm not the woman for you, I don't want to ruin your relationship with the woman who is your wife. More than that, I don't want to ruin your relationship with God." She sniffed and looked down, feeling miserable and ashamed at what she'd done. "I'm so sorry, Adam. It's just been a very long time since anyone's touched me like that, since anyone's made me feel the way you do...and I got carried away. It's awful lonely being a widow." Again she plucked up the courage for a small, rueful smile. "There will be plenty of time for us to enjoy one another. Promise."