Family Tensions - Sex Stories

Family Tensions

... crazy to think that he kept looking for her in the girlfriends that he’d had as if she was an ideal that others had to be judged by. He would soon know if his image of her would again match the reality.

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Margaux met him at the station; her nervy, wondering look soon dispelled by the kisses to her cheeks that Antoine offered; the clutch of her hands to his shirt letting him know what it meant to have him by her side once more.

‘It’s been so long since I saw that look in your eyes upon me, ’ she smiled, her lips trembling as she gazed at him. The young man before her could never, quite, keep his interest in her from being seen in his eyes.

‘The last six months have been agony for me too, but I had to make it through the exams. I called to hear your voice, and to let you know where my thoughts were.’

‘It’s not the same…’

They rushed to the city centre car park and fell upon each other and exchanged fiery and deepening kisses when they reached the seclusion of her car. They had thought to end it but the drug had become too strong to give up.

‘I stayed true to you, thought only of you,’ he kissed, her scent intoxicating and the press of her lips to his mouth like a drug that would enslave him all over again.

‘I would have understood if you hadn’t done that. It was crazy and wonderful what we found together..’ She looked across the space between them as she started the car. ‘I had to do what your uncle asked of me, darling, and remain the dutiful wife ...

... through everything.’ She leaned across the space between them to kiss him again and felt Antoine’s hand stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thigh before it moved to press soft flesh under her summer dress. ‘Don’t…not yet. You know what happens when you do that to me.’

Antoine nodded and chose not to speak as she manoeuvred the car out of the parking garage and began to drive assuredly through the city’s traffic. He had sat back as Margaux negotiated every twist in the ramp leading down to the car park’s exit.

‘I’m with you again,’ Antoine smiled and he took to remembering how it had begun between them.

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During that summer, two years ago, he had been invited along with his parents to spend a few days in the home of Louis and Margaux. That stay turned from a few days into weeks. He worked as an odd-job guy, sweeping out the buildings where the wine presses were housed and any other work that Louis, or the foreman, instructed him to attend to. The pay was lousy, but it all helped, and what was there to spend it on anyway?

Itinerant workers were company and they’d hang out at the end of the day and play games. Most of them were hooked up and into each other. There was no one spare for him to take up with.

The hard physical work toned him; shaped and firmed his body, and he wasn’t cooped up all day in some office looking out of the window and wondering what was going on in the world outside.

Aunt Margaux wasn’t seen about much during the day as she had her ...