Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... owner, hand written in pencil, with notes about the life in this secluded valley, working the mine, hunting, and growing food to live on. Putting the book down for later, Joyce went through an inner door to a small separate bedroom, which held a double bed, neatly laid with extremely dusty blankets and pillows, two side tables with candlesticks, and a dresser, Behind the door, on the wall, was a coat rack that held a jacket, overcoat, and a hat, all looking to be in good condition, though under a thick layer of dust. Opening the dresser drawers revealed several changes of male clothing all clean and folded in the way she remembered her Dad doing it. The bottom drawer held a woman’s clothes, mostly plain everyday outfits, with one set of a delicate, pretty material, topped by silk panties and bodice, like Grandma would wear. Rather than being roughly folded, all the clothes in this drawer had obviously been ironed, with sharp creases pressed in them, and there were two muslin bags that still smelled faintly of the lavender sprigs inside them, even after all this time. There was a second door off the main room, which revealed another bedroom of slightly smaller dimensions, with a narrower three quarter size bed, only one side table with a candlestick, and a tall chest of drawers with a mirror sat on top. The drawers were mostly empty, a wooden hairbrush in the top one, a warm cardigan in the bottom, and underneath the cardigan she discovered a surprise. It was a broad strap ...

... of stiff leather, attached to a wooden handle, and obviously intended to spank someone’s bottom, which made Joyce think about who got punished at this farm, and how long ago. Joyce’s foot caught on something under the bed as she walked back out of the room, and she bent to find a white china chamber pot, hand painted with dozens of different flowers. Studying the exquisite workmanship, Joyce could imagine the lady of the house sitting by candle light in the winter, painting the blooms that now lay under the snow. She thought how nice it must be to have enough time to decorate a plain pot, just so she could have something pretty to pee in. The problem with this train of thought was that it highlighted her own needs, the water she’d been drinking earlier having now worked its way into her bladder. Placing the chamber pot on the floor, Joyce unfastened her shorts and took them down, seeing in her mind that other woman also sharing her needs, on her own in the house. Instead of just squatting, Joyce removed her shorts and asked Div to de-res her panties, leaving her naked below the waist as she sat down on the pot, its cool china smooth against the soft skin. Gently, she let her muscles relax, allowing the warm liquid to exit her body, trickling over her inner lips, to softly fall onto the delicate china. When the flow had finished, she sat a little longer, till the last drops had fallen, quietly contemplating the sweet sensations of relief, the slight breeze drifting through the ...