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Mason was in front of her, alone. here was where her fears were to be tested. Here, in this park, was where she could test his intent.
"Why, Carol, hello!" The delight on his face was certainly noticeable. Carol caught her breath, curious and fearful of the inevitable conversation.
"Um, hello Mason,"
"What are you doing here? Do you live near here?"
"Yes, we live about a mile to the east."
"Amazing! I live right around the corner!"
Carol smiled nervously, and began twiddling her fingers as the impact of his statement sunk in. He was so close, closer than she ever realized. She wondered if he knew where she lived all along. She wondered if he had been watching her, desiring her.
"Well, nice to see you..." she started walking again, hoping to get past him before he had a chance to speak again.
"I'll walk with you."
Carol felt her heart begin to race as Mason caught up beside her. She kept her eyes locked forward, and towards the path beneath he feet.
"Do you walk here often?' he asked.
Carol felt a slight panic. Should she be honest? Should she lie and say no, or tell him yes and risk running into him all the time?
"Sometimes..." she said.
She was instantly aware of her dress... how much leg was bare... how much of her arms were bare... how much of her chest was bare.... Mason had never seen her dressed like this. He had been so good, so unoffending lately, but could he resist now that he was alone with her? She had been so confident she could handle being alone with him, but now that it happened, all she could he about was what he was thinking about her.
"You look absolutely radiant today."
Oh no! It's starting! Carol continued to walk and mumbled a thanks. Where could she go? How could she escape? They walked by a group of boys. Mason smiled as they glued their eyes to the lovely woman in the peach dress.
"You're really turning heads..."
She knew she was, but nobody was so bold as to call her on it. She didn't need to look at Mason to feel his eyes on her. She was wearing a peach dress, and underneath, a matching pair of peach panties. But she felt completely naked, as if Mason's eyes cut through the fabric and clearly beheld the full shape of her breasts, the soft pink of her nipples, and the enticing opening of her vagina.
"When are we going to make love?"
Carol stopped. The moment she feared was here. She looked at the ground, trying to build the strength to face him. She clenched her fists, and looked at the man.
"We're not going to make love." Is that all she could muster? Is that all the rage she could display?
"Yes. We are."
Carol looked into her eyes, to dumbfounded to answer. he was so sure, so absolutely sure! His arrogance was infuriating, and yet confusing.
"Carol... you are beautiful. It is my intention to be your lover. I worship you, I dream about you, I think about you every passionate moment of the day."
"Mason--"
"I know that you know you need more. I know that you need the pure adoration of a devoted man. I know that you need someone to love you, spiritually and physically."
"I'm married! My husband--"
"Your husband is nothing. We both know that. He can't love you the way I can. He can't touch you the way I can."
How dare he? How dare he talk to her like that? How could he put down her husband like that!
"God, Carol. Have you looked at yourself? Have you realized just how truly beautiful you are? How inspiring you are? I thought you were the most exquisite woman from the moment I saw you. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful. But now that I see you in that dress, oh that dress, I realize there's no capturing your beauty in a moment. I want to see you in this dress again, Carol. Then I want to see you slide the dress off, and bare yourself to me. Then I want us to make love."
Carol felt her eyes welling up. Why couldn't this be Will? Why couldn't this be her husband? Why couldn't she be made love to by such a man?
Because, she was married. If she was to touched, if she was to be worshipped, it would have to be from the man with whom she exchanged vows. At least, he had to be given the chance. She stiffened her expression, and held her eyes on Mason.
"I'm going home now, Mason. I'm going home to make love with my husband." She started to walk away.
"No. You're going home to make love to me."
Carol froze in confusion. "What are you talking about! I'm not taking you to my home!"Mason smiled. That warm, devious, confident smile that suggested he not only knew the future, but shaped it. "Don't you understand? From this moment on, you will be making love with me. Whenever his eyes long for you, you will see my eyes longing for you. " Carol studied Mason's gaze. His eyes were burning, wanting...
"Whenever his hand touches you, it will be my hand touching you." What was he talking about? She pictured her husband's hand on her exposed, tan leg, moving up her thigh... Mason's hand...
"Whenever his lips press against yours, it will be my lips pressing against yours." Her husband, Mason, ... kissing her...
"Whenever you bare yourself to him, you will be baring yourself to me." Her arms... lifting the straps from her shoulders, baring her naked breasts to him -- to Mason. What was he doing to her? What was he doing to her mind? Carol gasped with fear as she realized he was right. Even if it was for a moment, she would remember his words when she was with Will. Damn him! Carol's lip was quivering. Shock, despair, lust... Anybody would have wondered what she felt at that moment. Anybody but Mason.
"Whenever his body enters your body..." Mason stopped. Carol finished the sentence in her mind. "It will be your body entering my body..." He had tricked her! He had let her mind draw the conclusion, and now she could see Mason, naked above her, moving his penis inside her.
Carol quickly shook the image from her mind. She desperately cleared the image of Mason's hips pushing his penis slowly into her vagina, her legs eagerly wrapped around him...
"Here is my house." She followed his pointing finger. Mason walked to his home. He didn't need to add to his last sentence. He had made his invitation, and now she knew where the invitation was for. Carol turned, and quickly walked down the path. She was going to his house. She wasn't going to make love to him. She was going to speak to him again!!
She went home in a sight jog. Walking was fast enough. To had to be with her husband. he had to love her. And, she had to prove to herself that Will could make her as happy as she wanted to be, as she NEEDED to be. She didn't care if the hem of her dress bounced high and revealed flashes of her peach panties beneath. She didn't care if the men on the path got a magnificent sight of her loose breasts swaying from side-to-side.
She burst into the door, desperately looking for her husband. She walked through the house in a near panic, and finally found him in front of the TV.
"Will... Will, honey?"
Her husband stirred in the couch. "What? What the hell do you want?"
"How do I look?"
"What? What are you talking about?" He blinked his eyes and looked at his wife.
"Do you like my dress?"
He turned back to the TV." Sure, it's nice."
Please! Carol thought. Please, Will, love me.... She took the strap over her right shoulder, and let it slide down her arm. She jiggled her body, causing he right breast to emerge from the fabric. "What do you think now?"
Will turned again to his wife, and did a slight double- take as his wife's pink, erect nipple poked directly towards him.
"Looks like a little girl I know wants some attention!"
Yes, yes Will! Could be catching on? She hoped so...
Will stood up, and moved his hand to his crotch. "You want some of this?"
Carol continued to pray in her thoughts. Please Will, compliment me, be enamored with me. Worship me...
"I'll give you a good fucking!"
Carol winced as he squeezed her nipple hard. He pushed her against the wall, then unfastened and dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and he stroked his rising penis to attention.
"Well, aren't you going to drop those panties?"
Come to me, Will! Kiss me! Massage me, undress me! She wanted to scream at him. She pulled down her panties, and dropped them to the floor. Will moved to her, and without so much as a kiss rammed his cock into her.
"Ohh! Ohh, Carol. Yeah, baby, this s what I like!"
Carol bit her lip. It wasn't what she liked. He was fucking her, but she didn't matter. By his intent, Carol figured as long as he came, it didn't matter if it was in her or any woman. Or maybe even his own hand for that matter. Maybe she needed to coach him, maybe she shouldn't expect him to know how she wanted to be loved.
She looked at her husband as her body rocked against the wall. The eyes!
"Kiss me, she breathed!"
Will slobbered his lips against hers, then to her exposed breast. The lips!
"Touch me! Oh, caress me!"
Will moved his hands to her hips, lightly rubbing her flesh as they continued to her buttocks. He squeezed her flesh in his hands as he drove into her. The hands!
"Mas-mmm!" Oh God, it was Mason! It was indeed his eyes, his lips, and his hands that she pictured loving her! She wanted to call his name! Oh thank God, she had caught herself! Will hadn't seemed to notice, he continued to pump his penis inside her, working to an orgasm as fast as he could so he could return to his comfortable couch.
Carol wanted an orgasm. She wanted her pleasure too. She didn't fight the image that clearly formed in her mind. She didn't fight the image of Mason's naked body smoothly moving into her own. Mason... Mason.... she called the name in her mind as the penis inside her plunged into her as deeply as it could go.
"Ohhh!" she moaned out load as Will ejaculated into her. She finished the moan in her thoughts. She completed the only pleasure she could receive. "Ohh, Mason..."
Carol's walks were over. She knew now that she couldn't be with Mason alone again. Only two times had then been together in private, and already he had her making love to him in her thoughts and in her dreams. She made love to Will in the dark now. It was so much easier to picture Mason that way.
Now, it was the picnic. She had avoided the offensive, wonderful man that tormented her. But the picnic! She couldn't back out of it, she was on the planning committee! Mason would be there, she was sure. She gained some comfort in the knowledge that she would be surrounded by people. The company should be enough to strangle his... and her own... thoughts of being together. She wouldn't step away from Will. She wouldn't for one moment leave the collected group and leave herself exposed to him. And, she wouldn't dress prettily.
Carol pulled out a pair of sweat pants. She followed that with a billowing plain T-shirt and an unadorned pair of white cotton panties. She carefully eyed the sweats, making sure they weren't a tight pair that would suggestively reveal her shape. Perfect, she thought, and started to pull the panties up her golden, slender legs. Her eyes caught a glint of peach from her open drawer. She immediately thought of Mason and how exposed she felt to him during their last encounter. She had felt the satin, rubbing softly against her, catching the wind and the sensation of Mason's eyes.
She reached over to the drawer, and lifted the panties into her hand. She turned them over a bit, watching the light reflect with an enticing sparkle. The cotton panties slid back down her legs, and onto the floor. The peach pair slid smoothly along her creamy legs, and came to rest against--
"Ohh..." Carol cooed, wondering what Mason would think of her now, topless and naked except for the thin pair of peach panties. These would be OK to wear. He wouldn't be able to see them through the sweats. And if he could... Carol knew how amazing that would be.
The afternoon was magnificent. The sun beat down with a late summer day's warmth. Nearly the entire church had shown up to play games, cook food, and be all-around happy. Mason was there, too. He sat a few tables over, but offered that same confident smile. Carol looked around, noticing the much- more revealing outfits of some of her fellow young ladies. But Mason kept staring at her, despite her simple attire.
Most of the people weren't drinking, but Will was one of the few. He started off casually, but soon seemed to be downing beers faster than they appeared in his hands. He had a couple of friends with him, and they were getting just as drunk.
Carol had wanted to stay by her husband's side, but not at the cost of being totally embarrassed! This was a church- outing, and Will was turning it into a frat party! Nobody had seemed to notice their inebriation, but it was just a matter of time. Maybe she could get him to stop before he made a complete fool of himself and her. Maybe she could get him to drop the booze, and take her lovingly into his arms. She basically knew the answer, but decided to try anyway.
"Honey, don't you think you're having a little too much to drink?"
Will spurt out a stream of beer as if completely appalled. "We're just having fun, dear! We're not doing anything wrong."
"You really shouldn't be drinking at the church-picnic. There are kids here!"
"So?"
Why didn't he ever know how to act? Why didn't he know how to behave?
"Stop drinking, Will." she looked at him sternly.
"Why are you being such a goodie-goodie? Look at you! Your not even dressed nice! Here I am, with my friends, and I want them to see what a hot babe I'm married to! Where's your bikini?" He pulled her into him. Carol stumbled as she almost lost her balance. She turned her head away from the beer-soaked breath coming from her husband's lips.
"Come on, baby!" Will's hands cupped her breasts. Carol quickly yanked them down as the hoots of Will's friends echoed from behind him.
"Will! Stop it! People will see!"
"Oh, people will see! People will see!" He swung her around to his friends. He brought his hand to her right breast, and squeezed.
"How about this? Will people see this? Look guys, look at my wife! Isn't she hot?"
Carol struggled to break free. Will reached his hand between her legs, grabbing her crotch.
"What a piece of ass, huh? What do you think, guys?"
They hooted. Carol flushed with red as her husband squeezed his hands between her. At last, she broke his grip. She quickly moved away from her laughing husband, realizing she never wanted him to touch her again. She turned in a huff, and headed down the path into the woods. She couldn't stand to be near him!
The sounds of the picnic quickly faded as she scurried down the dirt path. She didn't know who had witnessed the event. Fortunately most people were off somewhere in their activities. Most people probably had no idea what just transpired.
"I know why you wear short-hemmed dresses." Carol turned. It was Mason. "I know why you wear those little dresses that barely cover your legs."
"Mason! What are you talking about! I am not in the mood for your--"
"Shh! I know why you wear short-hemmed dresses, and parade around the park. I know what you like. You like to be adored. You like to be worshipped."
"What?? I... like..."
Mason leaned close her. "It's not that you particularly like the color of those dresses, or even the design itself. Or even because they magnificently display and keep tan those slender, heavenly legs."
"It's that I think they are nice!" she retorted.
Mason shook his head. He looked back at her, assured his reason was correct, "It's that you like wearing short dresses because when a good bit of wind blows it billows between your legs, tickling and caressing your thighs and your most private, sensitive areas."
"Mason!"
"You like the feel of a cool breeze slipping under your dress, curling around your legs, and squeezing itself into your undergarment where it soothes and caresses a heat you're too embarrassed to consciously realize. You walk with a fear, a fear that the wind main gain enough strength and flip up your pretty little dress, and that all the world can see. But the funny thing is, that fear is really a hope. A hope that the wind will lift the restraints on your womanhood, and fully caress your body before God's creatures.
"That's ridicuc... ridiculous.. I"
"It shows on your face, my dear. I've watched you. I've watched you for longer than you can know, for more times than you can count. I've watched your eyes widen with hidden pleasure, and your body come to rest in a patch of swirling wind. I've watched as your hips have squirmed slightly, and a delighted smile blesses your beautiful face. You don't have to keep that delight from me. I neither condemn or judge it. I adore it."
Carol stood still as his words rang true. She had never wanted to admit to herself she received sexual pleasure from something as simple as a caressing wind. But it was true! How could he know that? How could he perceive those slight little details that she herself had tried so hard to conceal. The loved the soft ripple the breeze made in her panties, and the smooth, tingly sensations it created in her. But she had almost forgot, she had almost let her mind nullify the effect, for fear it wasn't something to do for a good, church-going, married woman. Mason's voice, Mason's acceptance. She didn't feel naughty or dirty now. She felt pretty.
"I also know that you long for a man to so deftly touch you with that same soft, delicate gentleness. To caress you as lightly as the wind, and spend an eternity worshipping your heavenly body. You want a man who will love every inch of you. Who will kiss you slowly as he tenderly strokes your stomach... your legs... your arms... and your breasts."
"Mason, please stop talking like this.." Once again he was speaking of her body. Once again he spoke to her with words a man should not speak to a married woman. But this time, she felt no offense. She only felt an awakening in her body has he called off each part of her anatomy.
"I know these things, " he continued, ignoring her request, "because I know you."
"Carol felt her voice grow meek. "How?"
"I've always known you, as you've always known me. We were mean to be together. You married the wrong man. He can't understand you. he can't worship you. Not like I can. I can read your mind, and more importantly, your desires, your sexuality." He looked carefully at Carol's eyes. She couldn't help but look back. "I am that man you have longed for. I am that man that can make love to you." He paused for a moment. "Make love with me."
Carol felt her entire body swept with a tingle. She felt the wind swoop around her, encouraging her. It was as if he had summoned it As if he had created a means to carry away her old life, and gently rest her in a new one.
Carol finally was able to move her eyes. She looked around, and realized she hadn't separated herself from the picnic as much as she had intended. There were faces, too hard to count and too hard to recognize, staring back at her. They seemed to melt in quiet shock as the heard Mason's intent. A hush, a gasp fellow over her onlookers in their expression of disbelief. To carol, it sounded like ecstasy. A stifled desire that she now had the power to interpret has unfulfilled longings.
Somebody approached Mason. Her eyes were too blurred to make out the face, but her ears managed to hear his words. He said to Mason, "I think you'd better leave."
Mason turned, and looked back at carol. She saw his face. She saw his intent. Make love to me...