1. The End Of The Drought


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: reliefworker69, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    “What on earth was she doing here?” she asked herself. She unconsciously watched the deer nibbling silently and incessantly at the grass, the whole herd moving imperceptibly closer to her the longer she sat still. To an onlooker, a peaceful scene; unremarkable even. But that betrayed a churning turmoil that almost paralysed her. She couldn't remember when she'd been more more anxious; she was dying for a nervous pee. She recognised the familiar signs but it wasn’t just the waiting this time – there was a disbelief that she was here at all. It had all started so innocently: a renewed contact between two people whose lives had moved way beyond what they’d previously shared. What could be the harm? Polite exchanges at first, but he'd revealed a remaining lust for her that had taken her aback: that hadn’t been in the script. She’d tried to shrug it off, reminding him of how her life had evolved and filled out. She’d spelled out how much she had to lose and how little appetite she had for endangering it. She’d pointed out that she wasn’t in her twenties any more, with all that that means to a woman’s body. That had worked from time to time and their contact had oscillated between silences, awkward attempts to chat about life’s humdrums and his occasional protestations of his continuing sexual interest in her. The silences had seemed quite grown up at first, two adults taking a sensible pill, but she missed his interest in her and she was always pleased when their contact, ...
    usually emails, resumed. She wished it were otherwise but she missed having him in the background. And it was a very fractured thing, their contact. She had so much on her plate that just time itself was at a premium. When emailing him there was always the cocktail of conflicts: a desire to keep the distant relationship alive against the guilt feeling that she was being disloyal, the worry of losing what she had worked for and… that certain something: a tingle perhaps? Almost a physical response to both the sweet and sexually forthright ways he’d express himself to her. She loved knowing how she made him feel and admitted to herself that she almost revelled in the effect she had on him. He was clearly still aroused by her; that much was crystal clear, and that knowledge did something for her as well, although she’d never let him in on that secret. Gradually it had taken on a life of its own, this irregular distant meeting of minds and suppressed desire. Well, sexual curiosity really. It got to the point that here she sat, waiting for him, her head full of questions and doubts and her stomach churning. Her beloved son had been so excited to be staying the weekend at his chum’s a couple of villages away and she’d seen a possibility born. She wouldn’t really be missed tonight – hubby was preparing to watch Chelsea get beaten by some unpronounceable Turkish club in the quarter final of the something-or-other Cup and hardly seemed to notice her mention the completely fictitious friend ...
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