Court Record Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Four

... all the time she continued to sit sideways straddling the picnic bench just the way she had been when he left. Still facing him, she ate breakfast sort of sideways. She knew exactly what she was doing. She delighted in her sexuality. She sensed what power it gave her. She needed him deep to her inner core. He was the most engaging thing that had happened in her life. Wealth had brought her such isolation, such loneliness, such abandonment; Clem had showed her only love, and care, and true loving concern. She was important to him and he had brought so many new stories to life for her. Their conversation turned to apple tree trimming, but it soon moved on to her clothes supply, or lack thereof. She needed things to wear, particularly if she was going to work in the orchard with him. As they ate and continued to talk, a fascinating adventure started to take shape. It took most of an hour to fully flesh out the plot. Sarah wanted more clothes, particularly to wear during the day in the orchard. She had two big bags full of camping clothes hidden at home in the milk house. If Clem put a sport coat, a dress shirt and Dockers, he could easily pass for a camp counselor. He could drive her right up past the estate house to the Car Park, where they would load her bag in the trunk of his Ford. Yes, for sure someone from the house would see them. They would stop on the way back out and Sarah would introduce him as a composer of some note, who worked summers at Evenrude Institute. The ...

... nutty staff at the estate had no clue about anything, in Sarah’s opinion. If they had thought about her at all they have assumed she was at camp. They would have assumed she has her bags with her. There would be no questions, she was certain, if she simply told them she had come home to get some yard games to play in the evenings at the camp. Clem was scared silly by the plan, but somehow it all made sense. It supplied Sarah with all the casual clothes she could want, but more importantly, it handled a couple other issues. It put her back in touch if there was anyone wondering about her whereabouts. It gave the estate staff a sighting to report to her Dad should he call. It had all positive elements except one. If anything went awry, and Sarah was cornered into the truth… he was in federal slammer for the rest of his life. It was the definition of a high stakes mission. Just after lunch they departed. Clem looked the part; light blue shirt, collegiate necktie, light brown Dockers. Sarah was quick to tell him he was really way to handsome to be a camp counselor. He was going to be a college music professor and fairly famous composer. Sarah was dressed like a young music camper; grey shorts, tennis shoes, new bra, and a black t-shirt. She had put her hair in a studious bun in the back. (Clem found it fascinating to watch her at the mirror in the bed room, hands behind her head, fixing her hair. The trip was almost postponed right there.) Sarah was navigating as he drove her back ...