Alice Ch. 06 - New Chapter - Sex Stories

Alice Ch. 06 - New Chapter

... wonderful. He couldn't help wondering how her pussy might feel. He couldn't wait to find out.

"Frank?" A voice interrupted his reminiscing. Alice had woken up and was staring up at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Frank smiled down at her.

He lay down next to her and pulled her in as the little spoon. He was hard from his memories, and she was at an age when she was constantly wet. He slipped inside her and they enjoyed a slow rhythm, falling asleep before either had finished.

It was close to eight in the morning when they finally stirred from their deep slumber. Alice, awakening first, turned her gaze to Frank, still lost in the realm of dreams. A smile found its way to her lips as she observed him; even in sleep, he exuded the grace and composure of the gentleman she had come to know and love. There was something profoundly reassuring about his presence, a sense of safety and protection she realized she had never experienced before. Deep within, she felt an unwavering trust in Frank, a belief that he would never cause her harm. The desire to spend her life enveloped in this feeling of security and love washed over her. Reflecting on the previous night, she understood the depth of their connection--it was the first time she felt truly loved in the most physical and spiritual sense.

Thoughts of Rose began to weave through her mind, igniting a curiosity about the woman who once held Frank's heart. Despite not even knowing what Rose looked like, Alice ...

... felt a connection with her, a sort of familial bond. Still, it left so much unanswered. Who was she? What had become of her? Despite the myriad questions swirling in her head, Alice was unsure how to broach the subject. The penthouse bore no traces of Rose; no photographs or personal effects hinted at her existence. Frank's stories about Rose were spoken with a tender reverence, suggesting their separation wasn't due to divorce. Alice concluded that Rose must have passed away, but the details remained a mystery. She resolved to gently probe for more information, waiting for the right moment to learn more about the woman who shaped the man she loved.

As Frank awakened, he found Alice's inquisitive eyes upon him. He greeted her gaze with a warm smile, and she responded with a soft kiss.

"Good morning, Frank," Alice whispered, their morning unfolding with the quiet intimacy of two souls intertwined, each moment building upon the last, deepening their bond.

As they made their way toward the kitchen, Frank instinctively veered off to grab his robe, but Alice gently stopped him. With a reassuring smile, she took his hand, guiding him down the corridor instead. Frank, accustomed to admiring Alice's comfort with her own nudity, found himself slightly out of his element, missing the familiar refuge of pockets for his hands.

In the kitchen, Alice busied herself with preparing cappuccinos, a skill she had honed to near perfection, and laid out breakfast. A fresh loaf of bread, ...