They remained in place as he tried to compose himself, and the thickness in her hand was very imposing to her still. ‘Unreal’.
When his breathing was back closer to normal, she untangled from him. She kept her hand a little aloft as she went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet with her unaffected right hand, and focused her attention to her left hand.
It lifted closer to her face so she could examine it. Her fingers and her palm was coated with the glaze of his semen. Her index finger and thumb rolled over each other and the slickness tantalized her.
Curiosity took her and she brought the hand closer to her nose. The saltiness was strong and pungent. This close, his cream looked even shinier.
Her hand stayed close and she batted her eyes several times. ‘No, no. Don’t go there. You absolutely cannot do that.’ Earlier in her life, she would have indulged her curiosity. Was that spirit returning? She pushed her hand down to the sink, and it drifted under the water.
She clicked some soap and wrung out his seed from her skin, as she lowered her head and searched herself for how this happened. A warmth filed her, even though her mind scolded her. No, she shouldn’t have let this happen. That was her mind talking. In her heart and even lower inside, the expressions were different.
Looking back over the day, she had to admit to how she was drawn to him. He was more a mature, young man than her image of him used to be, and all day long, they had both had grown closer. Tomorrow she might feel otherwise, but right then she liked how he was so attracted to her. He had made his interest apparent.
And, her lips curled with a last thought as she emerged from the bathroom. The truth was she was happy he had acted on it. She shook her head in disbelief with herself.
She clicked the light and stepped lightly to the bed. Tomorrow, she would act more responsibly alright. But tonight, she would snuggle over and stay close to Billy.
beemug says
a nice and good approach ! keep reading~~