The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... first time with Jane, one of the clever girls at school. She was still unmarried, pretty as she was. He saw her in town her from time to time and when he did he felt an irritation that churned his insides. If he were one for self-analysis, then perhaps he would have identified the conflict of interest that his wish for security and his wish for freedom generated. But, as he was not, that dull emotion was just another feature of his life.

But the fact remained, never in his life had he ever let a woman take her own time and he found, to his surprise that he was rather partial to it.

‘Mmm,' Mrs. Barton murmured as she sank her nose into his armpit and inhaled deeply. ‘Yes, that’s what I want.'

Gary understood. Both had felt an attraction to each other that went beyond sight. There was a chemical bond that he had noticed the first time she had approached him. An animal bond.

‘I think we should move upstairs.' Samantha suggested. ‘Rachel should be in bed, but she does have a habit of wandering about.' She bent to pick up both dropped garments and led Gary backwards across the parquet toward the stairs with Gary faithfully following.

In the bedroom, Samantha and Gary began to kiss, softly at first but then with vigour. Gary was beginning to understand this new dynamic and for the moment, his natural urges were placed firmly under control by this confident older woman. She detached from him and stood apart, dropping her skirt to the floor. She looked directly into ...

... his eyes, arched her back as he took in her glory and moved to undo the centre clasp of her silken brassiere. It fell away, leaving her exposed breasts to sink slightly and settle into their natural position.

Gary focused his attention on them. ‘Lass, you are a miracle.' It was the most poetic thing he had said in years. He undid his own belt clumsily and stumbled as he removed his work trousers, cursing himself privately. Finally he presented himself to Samantha as he was the day he had finished his last tour. Muscular, fit, fat free. Samantha though was focused on his tight underwear. She moved forward to find what was underneath, her breasts swinging and jolting playfully.

She moved the hemline of his pants down exposing the root of his cock. It descended slowly, exposing the veins and skin of the shaft, all of the time it’s rigidity forced the elastic upward. To Samantha it seemed to have no end and her eyes widened as her hands descended. Finally the head appeared and it released the frictional grasp on the fabric, flew upward with a jolt and bounced with Gary’s elevated pulse. Samantha stared as this natural phenomena played out and Gary’s penis pointed directly at the underside of her large boobs. Mrs Barton reciprocated and the pair were naked in front of each other.

Gary’s cooperation in all of this pair mating was never realistically going to last and he was rapidly in the process of reverting to type. He found comfort in the familiar and the familiar to him ...