Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... returned to the bedroom. She removed both her shoes, then her socks, and the underwear disappeared with a command to the suit, leaving her completely naked in a house she’d only seen for the first time that day. There were towels and a washcloth in one of the drawers, and a small bar of delicately scented soap in the matching dish. Joyce had intended to have a quick wash, but as the fragrance of the soapy cloth drifted into her senses, and warm cloth caressed her naked flesh, she was distracted by thoughts of the woman that had worn the silk panties and bodice she’d found. How often had she slipped that sensual material from her body, and smelled this same fragrance of summer flowers, hands caressing warm shapely breasts, before slipping between firm thighs. A fingertip across her stiffening clitoris, wiping away the internal juices that flowed along engorged petals, yet never seemed to wash away completely, and a gentle feminine squeeze to erect nipples. Joyce could so easily picture herself in this very room, pleasuring herself to a gently rising climax of satisfaction, the reward for another hard day’s work fully completed. Wiping away the traces of girl juice seeping from her slit, Joyce dried herself with the soft towel, then laid on top of the flowered bed covers she’d cleaned this afternoon. This was such a peaceful place, so different from the frantic pace of her office job, and busy personal life, and deep down, she would actually prefer this style of living. ...

... Although the work would be more strenuous physically, it had been much more satisfying cleaning the house with a broom and carpet beater, and feeding all the livestock in the top field. She wouldn’t need to spend hours in the gym, or shopping for her groceries, almost everything would be the product of her own hands, and the mindless television programs would be a thing of the past. She so hoped this would work out as she expected. “Alright Div, visor on,” Joyce instructed, “full scan, this quarter section, and all the adjoining ones, resource identification, and financial viability breakdown.” The familiar tingle started in the back of her neck, and she was totally at ease as the visor wrapped around her face, the display lighting up, then resolving into an image of her laid on the bed, completely unclothed. When she queried where the picture was coming from, since it seemed an out of body view, Div told her it was being bounced off the ceiling so that she could see what was happening to her, and be comfortable with it. Joyce appreciated his concern for her feelings, but couldn’t resist saying, “Thank you Div, but can you do something to improve that drab, grey visor?” and was pleased to see it turn a deep, shiny red with gold accents. “That’s much better, thanks, there’s no reason not to be fashionable.” “Are you ready to begin, Joyce,” the Guyver enquired, “I need to immobilise you while I set up the scan parameters, then tighten it up when the collection takes place.” Taking a ...