The Grace in Older Women
“My blood went cold in panic. 'Who? Who?' 'Anybody.' Who else? She gripped my hand. The forest was silent. Not a bird cheeped, not a leaf crackled. 'We're alone, for God's sake!' I tried to make it sound romantic. 'Er, dwoorlink.' I'd nearly called her Mary. She was Beth.
We slithered down the slope, leaves skittering.
'I haven't got long,' she whispered.
Women always worry about what comes next. It would have narked me, but I was desperate for her. We sat, lay, then sprawled. Her husband was du...e back at twenty past.
Her breasts were cool. Odd, that. On the hottest days, women's breasts are cool. The sun just made it through the trees, dappling the undergrowth. The moans started so loud that I tried to cover her mouth with my hand, but she shook her face free and whispered that it was me, not her, making all the noise. It was beautiful as ever, the most wonderous ecstasy mankind can imagine. I loved her from the bottom of my heart, in the most perfect of all unions.
Afterwards we dozed in that post-lust slumber.MoreLess
We slithered down the slope, leaves skittering.
'I haven't got long,' she whispered.
Women always worry about what comes next. It would have narked me, but I was desperate for her. We sat, lay, then sprawled. Her husband was du...e back at twenty past.
Her breasts were cool. Odd, that. On the hottest days, women's breasts are cool. The sun just made it through the trees, dappling the undergrowth. The moans started so loud that I tried to cover her mouth with my hand, but she shook her face free and whispered that it was me, not her, making all the noise. It was beautiful as ever, the most wonderous ecstasy mankind can imagine. I loved her from the bottom of my heart, in the most perfect of all unions.
Afterwards we dozed in that post-lust slumber.MoreLess
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