The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks

... kerosene lamp across the room, but his thoughts far away. He shook his head and went on. “She was afraid; she thought I’d think it was ugly, that I wouldn’t love her. She was wrong. She came to understand that, I think, before she died.” “Henry, she knew. She never could have doubted that you loved her.” They sat silently then, for a long time, just two friends sharing each other’s comfort, listening to the first wave of the storm swell and pass, and the second band approaching. She felt secure and at peace, her head resting comfortably in his lap, the older man enjoying the company of this young woman he’d watched grow from a baby to the fine, bright, beautiful woman she was today. When Beth took his hand and moved it to her breast, neither of them spoke. He didn’t do anything immediately; he didn’t pull away, but neither did he squeeze her breast, or in any way acknowledge what she had done. He simply allowed his hand to rest there, feeling her warmth and softness, her soft perfume and the sweet female scent of her in his nostrils. He was aware of what she was offering him, but he hesitated. When she placed her hand over his and pressed it to her, he resisted, just slightly. “Miss Elizabeth…” even to him his voice sounded husky, strained. He could feel her nipple harden against his palm, through the thin fabric of her dress, and the beat of her heart on his fingertips. “Beth, Henry; please, just for tonight at least. Try.” “Beth, yes, of course; I’m sorry.” He sighed. ...

... “Beth, this is wrong.” She shook her head, just a tiny movement. “No, I can’t believe that it is. I’ve thought about it, Henry.” “It feels wrong.” “No, Henry, it doesn’t. It feels very right.” He sighed again, and she could hear the longing in it. “What about your Mr. Robert?” “He’s not here, Henry; we are. And he’s my husband, and he will be in the morning, and he’ll still be my husband in a few days when he gets home again. I love him very much. This doesn’t change that.” “But…” “Ssshhh! I love you, too. I’ve loved you for many years, since I was old enough to know what it meant.” “Oh, girl! I love you too, your whole life. But not like this.” She was looking up, into his eyes, his warm, brown eyes staring into her startlingly clear blue ones, both of them searching, trying to find…something, maybe not the same thing. “This is a way for two people to express love, Henry. Maybe the best way, and beautiful if it’s strong enough.” She felt his hand close on her breast, gently squeezing, his fingers digging slightly into her softness, and her sudden intake of breath had a slight shudder to it. When he moved his hand, cupping her breast and running his thumb over her hard nipple she gasped softly and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. She felt his manhood begin to harden and swell against her cheek, pushing against the fabric of his gray flannel slacks, and she brought her hand up and cupped it over his growing bulge. His hand at her breast was busy now, remembering, reveling in ...