Guilty Rescue - Sex Stories

Guilty Rescue

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"Alright, you're set for n-" he began as he was coming out of the bathroom, but the words stuck in his throat when he looked up at her. In that moment, he froze entirely, the only 'alive' part of him were his eyes, taking her entire body in. Her lovely elegant legs were now fully on display right up to her thighs, and then her wide hips, and more importantly, the hefty amount of cleavage that poked through the slit of her bathrobe.

She was a 'blessed' woman, but only now did Jim get an accurate view of just how large her bosom was, seeing the generous outline of her breasts against the bathrobe and two little nubs poking through the fluffy white robe. A pained look overtook his features as he shook his head a bit. Every cell in his body wanted one thing and one thing only, but...

In that moment, the ring on her finger seemed to reflect the light in his eyes, a timely reminder that she was married, and the bandage on her forearm reminded him of the trauma she went through. Still, he couldn't fully resist. In answer to her question, Jim reached for the collar of the bathrobe, using that to pull her closer to him. The bathrobe lifted a bit as he pulled her, showing more of her bosom, her body clashed against his as he looked down at her. It was clear the bathrobe was ill-suited to her.

"The 'batcave' has never had a woman like you in it," he confessed. "I didn't realize it until now that I've been missing out." He pushed her away just as quickly, not ...

... letting his temptation get the best of him. "Enjoy your bath."

As Jim effortlessly maneuvered her and moved her with ease, Rachel felt a whirlwind of emotions. It was nothing like the fear and helplessness she experienced when she was being manhandled by the thugs. With Jim, she already felt safe, so the dominant emotion she could focus on was the stirring sensation of arousal starting to build within her. She stole one last glance at him before walking past him to the bathroom. Before entering, she paused in the doorway and removed her wedding ring, placing it carefully on the large table near the bathroom door.

Deliberately leaving the bathroom door wide open, Rachel stepped into the large tiled room. She halted in front of the bath and dropped her robe just out of sight of the doorway. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her hand into the water. "You've got the temperature just right!" she shouted through to the bedroom before stepping into the bath, which was already filled with a fair amount of bubbles.

Jim turned his back toward the bathroom door, but he sensed her stopping in the doorway. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her remove her wedding ring, a move that only heightened the conflict and tension within him. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the pile of clothes, noting the purple underwear on top. For a moment, he considered leaning down to get a whiff, but he decided against it for now, reaching down to gather the pile and hand it over to the dry ...