Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... almost reached my crotch by the time we reached the runway. “Asking you whether you’ve lost some of your wild hairs seems completely superfluous.” Laughter was her answer. Once we were in the air, she inquired after my family life. I told her that my wife, Helen, was eight years younger than me and that she also had a busy job, involving a lot of travelling. We didn’t have any children, yet. “So family life, in all its dimensions, is often limited to the weekends.” “Does Helen know about the previous encounters between you and me, and, not to forget, Amanda?” “She does indeed. With her, you can’t get away with summaries either. And I can inform you that she enjoyed the stories immensely. They gave her a lot of inspiration as well. Speaking of Amanda, is there still any contact between the two of you?” “None whatsoever. All I know is that she has been a teacher for a number of years, but then she managed to get a job as a translator with the European Community, moving back and forth between Brussels and Strasburg. Pays better than teaching.” After we had been served gin-tonics, I said, “I am extremely curious as to whether you have executed your plans for visiting that little church in a nuns’ habit.” “You bet! It happened on a nice day in September and it was awesome. There was a small complication though, which oddly enough made the whole experience even more thrilling. There were people in the church when I arrived. An elderly woman and a young one. Initially I sat down on ...

... one of the benches at the back. Rather soon the older woman left and she bowed her head respectfully in my direction as she went past. After about ten minutes the young woman also rose and walked down the aisle. She smiled at me. She might have had suspicions, at least doubts whether I was a real nun. Possibly because of my age and the unusual type of habit I was wearing. This time I didn’t close the door, even opened it further, making it easy to guard the approach to the church. I walked up and down the aisle a few times, the habit hanging fully open. I pulled it behind my back every now and then, revealing a black garter belt and sheer black stockings. Needless to say that I was blood curdling horny. Eventually I fingered myself to an orgasm like a volcano eruption.” Over dinner she said suddenly, “I want you to know that I will never, ever, forget that delicious summers’ day, almost twenty years ago, when we had breakfast in bed and later on you ever so gently led me to a very crucial moment in my life. Every detail of what happened that day has been etched into my memory. And I regret that I did not contact you earlier. I’ve thought of you very often though.” “Very sweet of you to say that.” “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, in a way. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare to disrupt your marriage. But after these days in Italy, I will not disappear for another fifteen years. Maybe you should tell Helen.” “I will. She is very broadminded. I would even go as far as to say that she ...