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Mason started to step to his bathroom, when a flash of peach caught his eye. He moved closer, trying to look outside the window. He pulled back the curtain that obscured his vision.
A lovely woman stood on his porch. A lovely woman who had returned to her home to correct her mistake. A woman who had the intention to put things right, the way they should be. A woman who changed from an old pair of beat-up sweats and a T-shirt, and into a pretty, delicate peach dress.
She paced slowly across the porch, twiddling her fingers and possibly mumbling her last sentences of doubt. Or possibly working up the courage to walk to the door, knock on it, and wait for it to open. Mason smiled.
Carol interrupted her twitching hands as the front door creaked open.
She was aware of the soft fabric of the peach dress down the length of her body, yet it felt invisible at the moment. Mason's eyes possessed the power to see under the short hem, right down the low-cut top, and right through the fabric in general. He could see her intent, and he knew her thoughts. Turning back know would be pointless because he already knew what was know in her heart. He already knew she was going to make love to him. He already knew he had won.
"Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't need to ask why she was visiting. He didn't need to banter around the issue with small talk. In fact, his question was really rhetorical.
"Yes."
Mason outstretched his hand, and Carol stopped twiddling hers to take it. She stepped past him, and he closed the door behind her.
He still held her hand as she entered his home. She wondered how he would love her. Was he going to rip off all her clothes in a mad frenzy? Was he going to throw her to the ground right then and there and mount her like a wild dog? Of course not... Carol silently bid farewell to last images of her husband. To the last images of emptiness.
She felt a kiss on her shoulder, and the hot breath that spilled down her chest.
"Uh-uh!" she caught her breath as though something was trying to knock it out of her.
"Your tense..." Mason said, and Carol knew it was true. She was excited, yet terrified. But her mind was made up, whether by her own will or Mason's she wasn't sure, but it was decided nonetheless.
She expected Mason's touch to gain more private ground in a hurry, but he seemed in no hurry at all. He guided her into his home with a touch no more intimate than that of a good friend. Surprisingly, he indicated for her sit on the couch. She did, and he sat beside her.
"I know this is difficult for you..." he said. He smiled warmly at her, but still didn't touch. Carol was amazed at his confidence. She expected to be ravaged the moment she was inside, attacked with a passion and fear that suggested she had to be made love to before she changed her mind. But Mason was so sure, so calm, and so relaxed. Just as he had always been. Making love with him seemed more and more like the natural course of her life.
He poured a drink for each of them, and relaxed into the couch beside her. He continued to smile at her, and reached out a hand to stroke her hair. Carol's eyes looked to the floor.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she said.
"Shh..." Mason whispered, and caressed her cheek. She could hear the sound of it. She could hear the sound of his flesh on her flesh, of his breath on her flesh. Carol involuntarily flinched, and she wondered if Mason would get angry.
He didn't. He continued stroking her hair. "You are so incredibly beautiful." He whispered to her. "Believe in who your are, and what you are doing. Believe you are the greatest essence of a woman, for that is what you are."
Carol took a gulp from her drink as he kissed her neck. It was a light kiss... a tender kiss, but she felt her entire body tighten. Again, she could hear the sound. A light, wet sound of hi lips. Why was this happening? If she wanted to be with this man, why was her body still acting so hesitant?
She closed her eyes. Relax, Carol. Relax, she told herself. Mason's kisses felt good, but still distant. She was married. She shouldn't be doing this...
His hand rested on her bare leg. She sensed he wished to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away. Still, he didn't seemed concerned or worried. It was as if he knew exactly the stages she was going through and was prepared to wait for her eventual acceptance. It was that same sense of knowing he displayed from the moment they met. That same assuredness that told her, "I'm going to make love to you."
His hand moved up her leg, caressing the soft flesh in his hand. The silence in the room and her sensitive ears made it easy for her to hear the rubbing sound of the touch. The sound of pending adultery. She again tightened with the thought, and at the new sound of her rustling dress. His hand was bringing up the hem.
"Ooh!" She flinched again. His hand hadn't probed down between her legs. It still rested firmly on top. But it was much higher than a friend's hand would be. Of course, Mason wasn't meant to be a friend. in fact, he never really had been. She had been too afraid of what he was supposed to be to let him be anything less. Carol squirmed slightly at his touch, at the touch of her lover.
Mason lifted his hand, but not in surrender. He was grasping the edge of her dress, and he lifted it up her waist. Carol opened her eyes again, and watched as he folded the dress over her matching peach panties. They reflected the light of the evening sun in creases, and were tightly pressed against her body. Carol squirmed again as his breath caressed the satin. She was exposed. She was more naked to him now than she had been in those moments of fear. But now she felt she wasn't naked enough.
Mason continued folding the dress along her hips as though he was setting a table. He knew he didn't have to touch her to keep her from trying to pull the hem back down. He knew she would sit there, quiet and ready, as he soaked in the beauty of her peach-pantied vagina. She was here for the stretch of time, for the eternity of bliss. Mason sat back slightly, looking down on his lover's naked hips and legs, and the beautiful satin in the tender area between her legs. He wasn't saying a word, yet his expression and attention conveyed an appreciation of her beauty unlike any she had received before. It was pure adoration, and like any object of unspeakable beauty, he was afraid to touch it lest he ruin it somehow. He just watched for awhile as her chest and abdomen filled with air, then lowered with an exhale. The folds in her panties opened slightly with breath, and reformed as the air escaped her in slow breaths. She felt her senses grow in power, and felt could now sense Mason's breath flowing between her legs,.
Again, she expected him to move on her at any second. But that thought was tempered with the understanding that such action was from her past. The expectation came from her unappreciating husband, and the crass, uncaring way in which he took pleasure from her body. It was blasphemy. Now, with Mason, it wouldn't be a mad rush of lust. This was going to be a slow, wonderful love-making. The old thoughts melted from her mind as she sensed the warmth of Mason above her, watching her. The past dripped into the couch as she gained strength from Mason's worship.
Mason stood, and outstretched his hand. Carol hadn't even wondered if she was to be made love to on the couch. She didn't want t think about the details. She wanted to let go, and let this man love her. However he chose, wherever he chose.
She took his hand and stood up. Her carefully folded dress remained so, and failed to cover her panties as she let herself be led down the hall. She was a little surprised when he turned into the bathroom.
Mason continued to hold her hand as he reached into the shower. The water sprayed down with a soothing crash, and Carol realized where their love-making was to be.
The sound constant spray of the water seemed to ooze the last tension out of her. The sound of her breath was obscured by the thundering water. The sound of his rubbing hand up her arm was imperceptible.
It was true. Mason's hand moved up her arm, but she couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear the sound of his flesh on hers. They seemed joined in the sound of watery spray, and as Mason's lips pressed against hers, she didn't flinch.
It was like a dream. Mason's smooth, wet lips met hers and moved across them in sweet satisfaction. The sound of the spray drowned out any thought in her mind that could have tried to hold her back. She was kissing him. She was loving him.
Mason stepped away from her, but left his eyes on hers in a locked stare. He unbuttoned his shirt, and let it drop to the floor. Carol smiled at him as he unfastened his pants, and let them, too, drop to the floor. He was naked except for a pair of briefs, and now standing still as he looked back at Carol.
She knew exactly what he expected, and moved her hand to her right shoulder. She slid off the strap of her dress, and repeated the process on the left side. All the while, she didn't break the shared gaze with Mason. The dress fell down her body, exposing her bare, well-tanned breasts and nipples. She jiggled and pulled as it gathered at her waist, then let it drop to floor. She stood opposite from Mason, now dressed only in her peach, satiny panties. Mason seemed in awe, and offered no spoken word. Carol could hear his voice from the past, his one-time offending comments about her legs and wonderful breasts. She knew how he felt at this moment.
Mason took her hand, and the two stepped into the shower. No sooner than the water hit them they were in a tight embrace. Their hands moving up and down each others bodies, exploring and feeling the pleasure of each other and the water trickling between their fingers. They kissed equally, and Carol felt he last of her constraint wash down her chest and through the drain below.
She reared her head back, letting the spray pound directly on her chest until Mason's head intercepted it. His mouth closed on her dripping, erect left nipple. Carol cried her first moan of ecstasy as his mouth sucked and his hands moved to her rear. He massaged her buttocks slowly, and moved his tongue between her breasts. Her drank the water that collected between them, and licked the glistening flesh with his slow, writhing tongue. Carol saw his glistening erection stretching his briefs near her hips. She smiled as she knew it would be held at bay. It wasn't time...
Mason continued loving her breasts. He kissed slowly, licked tenderly, and rubbed his face gently into them. He pulled his hands up, and stared into her eyes. She noticed the wetness of his hair, the contours of his face, and the flecks of his pupils as he took his finger smoothly over her breast. He didn't move his gaze or his body... just his finger. It moved from the top of her breast, along the side, and underneath. He moved it slowly inward, covering every centimeter of flesh with his fingertip. Still, his eyes never left hers. Carol felt her lip quiver as the finger pushed against her nipple. It jumped with sensitivity, holding the potential for orgasm just from this delicate touch. She opened her lips, and let her breath flow freely. But she didn't break her gaze with Mason as he moved the finger between her breasts. He moved it up her chest. She felt it dip between her ribs, and circle her collar bone. She felt her left nipple ache for its turn at the touch. She felt her left breast pulse with the anticipation of his lowering finger. She could feel the water running down her chest, preceding Mason's touch. Finally, his finger pressed against the soft, cushiony skin. She bit her lip as it traced its way to the left nipple. her voice cracked slightly as it touched. His hand now spread open, covering and taking her breast into his hand. He leaned against her, meshing their naked flesh. Be used both hands now, slowly lifting and feeling her breasts.
Carol was moaning. The quiet church girl was vocally responding to Mason's touch. She could barely hear herself at first over the crashing spray, so she allowed herself the extra volume it took to reach her ears. She felt uninhibited and free with Mason. Somehow, all the old rules of good- girldom seemed pointless. Ohh, se moaned simply at Mason's caressing of her breasts! She moaned at the attention to her body that had already outlasted any intercourse she ever shared with her husband.
Mason was now kissing her softly, slowly over her breasts and stomach, His hands lovingly caressed her as they slid up and down her legs,. He paid attention to every part of them as well. Kissing and touching her legs as if he didn't understand them, and needed the touch to discover her. He moved to her ankles, her feet, and her arms. he loved her as if her elbows and shoulders excited him as much as her breasts and vagina. Will had never loved her like this. No man had ever seemed to get past her obvious attributes and appreciate her so completely.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohh!" Carol moaned with each tender placement of his lips. She lost the ability to stand, and slid down to the shower floor. Mason gabbed a towel hanging outside the glass, folded it, and put behind her head. Carol leaned against the back of the shower, her legs outstretched as far as they could in the tight space.
Mason moved between them. Carol let every ounce of strength ebb from her as she realized she needed no exertion of her own. All she had to do was rest there. She breathed low, long moans as he worked his lips on her legs. His fingers softly caressed her feet and ankles as he kissed her shins. She opened herself to him, letting her legs rest against the shower wall and door. Mason kissed her knees, tickling underneath with his tongue. His hands moved up her thighs in long, smooth strokes. The water partly beat against her stomach, and partly against Mason's back. She kept her eyes closed as much from the spray as she did the sublime ecstasy building inside her. She was so close... so close to being loved.
His hand moved up between her legs, palming the delicate area covered by her soaked panties. His lips moved up her dripping thighs, and Carol finally moved her hands. She rested them on his head, inviting him up higher... patiently waiting for his lips to reach her panties. She felt her chest heave as his first kiss pressed against the satin. A wonderful burst of energy glowed beneath the fabric, patiently waiting to be filled and loved. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her, but was learning his lesson in patience.
His fingers worked down into her dampened panties, and massaged her awaking pussy. Delicate touches. Soft presses. Carol moved her hands between her legs, pressing them against his as he worked his fingers under the fabric. His index finger found her clit, and rubbed it with a slow, forceful pressure.
"Mason..." she could say his name now. She could express herself now. She was glad she wasn't completely naked at this point. She was glad she could offer this one last gesture of invitation. Carol slid her fingers under the panty straps, and slowly slid them down her legs. Mason took over when her reach hit its limit, and dropped the peach, satin panties onto the watery shower floor.
She felt glazed over with pleasure as she watched Mason slid his own briefs down and expose his penis. She lay there, completely naked and helpless before the erect man. She figured it had always been as such...
"Oh, Mason!" His penis moved inside her slowly. It felt wet, warm, and wonderful. His size slowly filled her, and she felt her cunt tighten around the welcome intruder. He was positioned carefully, holding himself up so that his entire weight didn't push her into the hard shower tiles. He pulled out of her slowly, watching her eyes as she received the pleasure he gave her and knowing she was watching him as he received it in turn.
The look contained a hundred messages, each in a language beyond the spoken word and far more intimate than speech could be. They were loving each other, feeling each other, pleasing each other... Mason's penis continued its gentle penetration of her vagina. Each stroke seemed beautiful and complete with destiny. This is the man to love her, she thought. This man, and no other. Oh, how she felt him! How she felt the water tickle her body as it throbbed with wonder. How it washed away the sin, how it washed away Will...
She realized she was rubbing her breasts, something she had never done during sex before. She had never touched herself before, but now did it comfortably. It wasn't just for her. She knew Mason would enjoy the sight of her nipples poking through her fingers and the contorting shapes of her rounded flesh. She knew he would be pleased that he made her feel so good that touching herself was a needed, natural experience.
Mason continued his gentle thrusting, apparently gaining inspiration from the increasing arousal of his lovely partner beneath him. A thought passed through Carol's mind... she was ready for him to quicken his rhythm. Just as she thought it, it became so. Mason's cock plunged deeper, more powerfully into her.
"Ohh! Ohh!" Carl winced from the mixture of pleasure and swelling pain that filled her cunt. She pinched her nipples as she felt his penis slam into the back of her pussy. The two sensations seemed to eliminate all pain, and leave only orgasmic ecstasy.
"Ohh, Carol.. Oh, my love! " Mason breathed between grunts. His powerful arms still held his body slightly above hers. She wanted to feel more of him. She wanted her body to be against his as much as possible. She reached up, and massaged his chest, stroking the short hairs scattered across him.
"Ohh! Ohh!" their moans joined in harmony. Their eyes remained locked on each other, conveying as much of their shared satisfaction as their sounds and bodies. Carol couldn't imagine greater love-making. She couldn't imagine a greater fucking. She moved her hands to his hips, feeling the power of Mason's body driving into her. She wanted his penis. She wanted his body. She wanted his love. And she wanted his sperm.
Her eyes closed for a moment as she reveled in her private thoughts. She wondered if Mason could ever understand how incredible he was making her feel. She was a woman. Not from her age, not from the marriage to her husband. But from his love-making. From his patient, intent, dedicated love-making that Carol realized began the moment he saw her. The previous months had been foreplay. This was the orgasm.
Carol cried out. Her voice screamed with pleasure sounds that had no English meaning, but pure sexual meaning. Her moans crashed in her ears, obscuring every sound from the slurps of Mason's penis in her pussy to the crashing of the water around her. Her body flinched as she felt his sperm shoot inside her. It was an ecstatic flinch. It was a flinch of digging her fingernails into his hips and tightening her body for fear she would explode if she didn't. She could hear Mason moaning with her, and the sound of their two primal voices was perhaps the greatest sexual satisfaction she had ever known.
They had made love. They had fucked, or whatever term one wanted to use to describe the union of their bodies. But words seemed unable to capture the sensation of the bond. They were together, and perhaps nothing could describe it better than that.
They rested in the shower a few moments. Mason lay atop her, kissing her breasts and gently rubbing her pussy. Carol basked in the after-sex attention, kissing his forehead as her body continued to nurture his love. Eventually, Mason turned off the shower and pulled a dry towel to her. He alternated kissing the water from her flesh and dabbing it way with the towel. Carol relished the feeling of his semi- hard penis brushing against her. She loved being naked with him.
Their lips meant in a long, lingering kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies made complete contact. At once the desires hit her again. At once she wanted to re-love this man, and again feel his body inside her. But new desires sprung up inside her. She didn't want to be selfish in the sex and receive his attentions. She wanted to return them. She wanted to do things to him that would make him feel as much as man as he had made her feel a woman. She wanted to take his penis into her mouth, she wanted to receive him from behind, she wanted to feel his smooth, warm penis hump eagerly between her breasts.. She broke off their kiss, and smiled at Mason.
"Again..."
And with no other words, Mason read her intent. He read what was going to happen to him, and the unbelievable pleasures that awaited him. He carefully picked Carol up into his arms, her wonderfully naked body heaving in his grasp. He carried her to the bedroom, where her intent would be carried out.