Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

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Julian waves as she slows to a stop under the trees. He’s outside taking a call on his iPhone. It is soon brought to an end as Julian steps towards her, a hand outstretched and she takes it.

“I thought this moment would never come…” he says, his voice soon trailing away as he takes in her appearance before him.

“And I wondered if it would. I’ve hardly slept the past few nights…nor have I eaten or drunk anything, not really.”

She’s unsure if she has ever felt quite this way. If rational behaviour comes with age then she would not be here and with him, the look of his approving eyes upon her enough to suggest that there will be few preambles to their first time of going together. Lust will overcome all reason, and she has told him already that he has dominated her thoughts.

The artist is not before her now, but a man and lover. He seems to look into her soul as their eyes lock. She knows that there’s no way back from this, but even if there was she knows that she’d get lost and not find her way back to a known place in her life.

She wants him to see and know the body that is clothed, for now, in a sweater and slacks, her hair mussed by the breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees. She won’t think too far ahead about how she will behave when he is close, at the art club, and after everything has been discovered and shared. Her body feels tense; there’s a knot of longing in her belly as his hands caress her neck and he presses against her.

“You’ve ...

... known that I’ve got you in my blood, haven’t you?” he kisses slowly. “You know that I want to see and know the woman underneath the clothes you wear and the reality of who you are, Cynthia.”

She nods. Boundaries have been crossed before. Sense has given way to impulses once or twice before, but those times were far away from home. There can be no compromises and she does not care what the emotional cost might be after he has possessed her, nor where it will end and when. But why should it end, if an arrangement can be reached that suit them both? She wants to touch and caress; to be touched and caressed. She wants his body against hers.

“I’m here for you,” she kisses before she closes her eyes and is oblivious to where he takes her, and which door he walks through as they enter his home. She wants to become lost with him and to melt, to fuse her body with his, and to make real what Julian has only had her know by the look of his eyes upon her and a few carefully chosen words.

He does not tease about her impatience and there is nothing she can do to hurry things along. She has had moments of thinking about him and how it would happen between them, were it to happen.

Step by slow step, with exchanges of kisses, they reach the bedroom, Julian’s place is more of a lodge than a house set in woodland.

Kissing and trailing caresses over each other’s bodies they tear away their clothes, shiver as naked skin brushes against naked skin and hands grope, trail caresses over ...