1. The barn


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: GigiLovesIt, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    hand. There. On her leg. Touching her. Caressing even. Panic and confusion took turns overtaking her and she was left unable to think of a way out. It never came to her mind to start screaming. Then again the jute gag stuffed deep in her mouth made it impossible anyway. The hand rested on her leg. On the inside of her leg. On the inside of her spread legs. Her naked spread legs. Thoughts tumbled through her mind and none of them made any sense to her. How long that hand rested there she did not know. A minute? Maybe 10 minutes? She started to calm down a bit, still feeling highly uncertain of her situation, but the panic subsided slowly. Her breathing became less rapid. Her muscles less tensed. It was like the hand had waited for this to happen, because as soon as she started to relax her muscles the hand moved up. Panic was her master again. Her muscles tensed again. And the hand rested there, on the inside of her naked leg again, only higher then before. She now knew what would happen. It would move further up. It would touch her. She knew without a doubt. And knowing made her feel a bit more at ease. No not at ease, less restless. It made her feel less restless. And once more the tension of her muscles broke. The hand moved up, as she knew it would. Then it paused. It gripped her leg. A firm grip, yet gentle enough not to hurt her. Realizing she'd not been hurt yet made her uncertain, but before she could give that feeling any deeper thought the hand moved up again, all ...
    the way up to her sex. To her surprise, amazement even, she felt a finger play with her bushy hair. Twirling the hairs around the finger, softly tugging, but never causing discomfort or even pain. She was completely focused on what was happening to the most private piece of her body. The fingers caressed her lips, softly, gently. Then pushing them apart a bit, a single finger slid down in her slit. Again her muscles tensed, but this time it were only those intimate muscles. Again she wondered what would happen. But there was no fear. The gentleness of the touch had extinguished the fear, at least for now. Then the finger moved up her slit again, pressing softly down on her clitoris. The realization that the intrusion of her body about to get complete mixed itself with a longing for pleasure. A longing to feel like a woman once more. A real woman, not the peasant woman that worked the fields and struggled to get by. No, a different kind of woman. A woman that she hadn't been since she had been widowed. A woman that lay down with her man. She felt the finger rub circles. Her body answered the pleasurable feeling with little twitches coming from deep inside her. Inside, where the hand, where the man that this hand belonged to, was about to protrude. She felt herself getting wet at the thought. And he felt it too. On his finger. The finger that now slid inside her sex, the finger that brought a mate. The fingers filled her up as the palm of his hand rubbed gently but sternly on her ...
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