Court Records Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Court Records Chapter Two

REVELATION Hope against hope, Clem quietly descended the staircase. Would the call and his movement have awakened her? To his joy, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly. Sarah had turned a little. Her legs were together, but she had turned her upper body such that her top now faced his easy chair. Her white blouse had fallen open completely, revealing even more of the satin camisole. It was a beautiful pose. It reminded Clem of a painting he had seen years ago in a museum. Clem slid into his old chair. His mind racing as he tried to comprehend this unbelievable situation he was in. Sarah was breathing steadily and with each breath her young body moved quietly; she was a study in beauty and temptation. Time passed. Clem sat very still thinking what it would be like to have the affection of a woman once again. This was a young woman, very beautiful, but young; however plenty old enough to stir his male hormones to the boiling point. Sexual desire, long denied, now coursed through him. He admitted to himself he was thinking of those things he should not. He had to be responsible. He had to get under control. He was exhausted. He shut his eyes ostensible to think things through, but he dozed. Sometime later Clem was awakened by movement. He opened his eyes to see Sarah sitting upright on the edge of the daybed facing him and looking directly into his eyes. The window behind her now framed early evening shadows and dark clouds. “Hello sleepy head” Clem offered in a subdued ...

... tone as not to scare. “Hi!” She acknowledged wiping at the eyes with the back of her hand. Clem rose and moved over to sit on the edge of daybed. He was amazed that she made no effort to move away, to cover up, and to button her blouse or skirt. She simply turned toward him, “Wow, how long have I been sleeping; it is getting late. What’s your name?” She asked one question after another. “Clem! Mr. Clem Warren.” He offered. Well what am I going to call you? She asked rhetorically, “Mr. Clem I guess.” He replied softly. With that a quiet back and forth conversation began. Clem was impressed and flattered. Impressed with her mature comments and questions; she was clearly used to being around adults. Flattered by her interest in him and what he did out here in the country. The conversation was very disarming. His emotions were firmly back under control. She was a delightful young lady. How could he have lost control the way he did a few minutes ago? The way she looked at him and took interest in what he said made her a joyful intrusion into his day. He would do the right thing for sure, “Hey Sarah Wanewrite, it’s been fun talking to you but we have got to get you on your way home.” He was kicking himself for his earlier lack of control, but as she turned toward him to speak, sexual red flags once again flew; she was way too cute, way young and way too vulnerable. To his dismay she complete avoided the subject. She only looked at him and asked more questions, “What do you do here? I ...