Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

... stretched, saw how her tummy tightened and her ribcage and hip bones showed as her sweater rode up, how her breasts sagged. Julian had taken in how she was dressed and she had felt the fluttery feelings in her tummy as she met his admiring looks and realised what lay behind them. Julian had hopes of seeing her when no one else could interrupt or witness what might play out between them. Best of all, perhaps, would be for them to meet in the seclusion and privacy of his home and studio, a workshop set apart in the woods surrounding his home and where he fashioned his sculptural pieces.

She could not put from her mind Julian’s changed ways towards her. It was no mistake of hers to think that he had given her the eye on more occasions than she could ever recall, and she felt both dismay and a strange pleasure that wayward thoughts of him now brought upon her. It seemed only too clear what lay behind them and his looks upon her ignited wayward imaginings of her ‘going’ with him; imaginings that she had never had for any local man, ruggedly attractive in his ways as Julian certainly remained.

She had seen how attentive he was to others in the group, women mostly, who sought his advice, but she felt that he acted in this way mostly for her. His unwavering gaze, not what he had said, made clear the place she had taken in his thoughts while she was with the others in the art group. However, she would have been alone for the afternoon, maybe into the early evening, and she ...

... was now possessed by her hopes of him, of them, and the fleshy delights that Julian might introduce her to, were it to go so far and Julian sought it of her.

As she picks up her car keys from the table she glimpses her reflection in the mirror, its size and carved frame making it such a feature and brightening the hallway. Is she really to go through with this, her assignation with a gifted and attractive man, an artist with the unflinching stare of his hazel-brown eyes and soft captivating laugh?

It was a laugh that captivated her and was heard only hours ago when she had answered him and said she could be with him this afternoon. She’d caught him off guard by the immediacy of her reply, and he had tilted his head as much out of surprise as to offer a wondering look; a look as if to reveal his surprise on hearing her answer. She had found it uncommonly warm and also sexy, a look of wonder as Julian seemed to take in her appearance through new eyes.

She hopes that such a look will be on her as she undresses for him, or he takes off her clothes and she does the same for him. The artist has patience in capturing the moment on the canvas and perhaps that restraint will be deployed upon her and heighten every moment of pleasure that will then follow.

The car seems to drive itself; her thoughts are on him and what she seeks from every moment that they can share. Infatuation and lust for him are making her do strange things. What are the boundaries to moments like ...