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A young wife from a sheltered background is captivated when she meets a working man and ends up being seduced by him.
HER FIRST AFFAIRRana! Her name was Rana.
Rana had been born in India and had been given her name because of her parents’ love of all things Indian. The first nineteen years of her life had been spent on the sub continent and she had come to the UK for the first time when her parents had returned to the home country upon her father’s retirement. He had been the head of an engineering company and, because of his status, the family had been able to enjoy a more than comfortable lifestyle. As a result she had led a sheltered life living in a large house with numerous servants and had been educated at home by private tutors.
It had taken Rana some time to adjust to the very different way of life in England. It was a life she found confusing with its sheer pace and, compared with the hierarchical formality of India, its generally easy-going attitudes. The transition was made all the more difficult because of her background. Her cosseted life had meant that she had grown up into a somewhat shy woman but, although this shyness belied a warm personality, it unfortunately conveyed an impression of aloofness. The fact that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman who carried herself with poise and assurance added to the outward appearance of haughtiness whereas she was in fact gentle and sensitive woman, a woman who was unaware of the force or strength of her beauty and oblivious of the effect it had on men. Taken all together, her innocence and reticence served only to make her seem even more haughty albeit that she was in truth a woman with a warm personality whose only fault was that she found it difficult to relate to strangers and took time to enter into a firm friendship.
A few months after coming to England she had found a job working in the back office of a local bank. She had been slow to make friends and had not involved herself in the social life of the office, partly because she found the young people there too forward and uninhibited in their language as well as their behaviour and partly because her colleagues tended to regard her as being standoffish.
Rana had, however, met a man, David, who worked in the same bank. He was about three years older than her and, although he was making a success of his career and was marked out for rapid advancement, he was as quiet and reserved as she was. It was this common bond that first drew them together.
It was the first relationship either of them had entered into and their romance progressed slowly but steadily until at last David proposed to her. It took Rana a little while to persuade herself that he was the right man for her. She knew that she was very fond of him but knew also that she was innocent and inexperienced. That made her wonder whether she ought not to wait to give herself a chance to experience more of life before settling down into domesticity. After much persuasion from both David and her parents she eventually came to accept that he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. After accepting his proposal they were engaged for a few months and were married on her twenty-first birthday.
That had been six weeks previously.
It was shortly after the engagement was announced that they became lovers, each taking the virginity of the other. Since their wedding they had settled into a steady physical relationship, making love regularly, usually when they went to bed on a Saturday night. Not knowing any better, Rana accepted this as normal. The fact that their love-making seemed hurried and was soon over left her feeling faintly uneasy and with a sense that something was missing but, never having known anything else, she came to accept this as a natural state of affairs. What was most important to her, however, was that the closeness they established during these brief interludes had served to confirm and enhance her love for David and this seemed more than adequate compensation for her barely understood and intangible sense of loss.
After their honeymoon they moved into an old house which they planned to modernise as funds became available. They planned to spread the work over several years but had started by engaging a plumber to install some central heating and put a shower in an annex to their bedroom.
The plumber, who was working on his own, had started on Monday and, because he had more holiday time available than Rana, David had spent the time at home helping him and supervising progress. As David had to attend a meeting on Friday, Rana took the afternoon off to make sure that the plumber was not left on his own in the house.
Rana met him for the first time only after she had returned home and David had left for the office after they had shared a hurried lunch together. She was clearing up in the kitchen when the plumber walked in to ask whether she was likely to need any water for a while as he wanted to switch the supply off at the main while he joined up some pipes.
Busy as she was washing the dishes, Rana had not realised that he had entered the kitchen until he spoke. He had in fact been standing at the door for a few minutes admiring the shape of the woman who was bent over the sink. Beneath her reasonably close fitting dress he could detect the shape of her body and was impressed by the thrust of her breasts against the tautly drawn material, the shape of her bottom and the elegant line of her legs with their shapely, nylon clad calves and the strong and tapered shape of thighs clearly outlined beneath her dress.
When at last he spoke, Rana jumped in surprise and turned to face him. He noted the way her brown, shoulder length hair framed a pretty face with wide hazel eyes, a pert nose, high cheekbones and genero, well shaped lips and paused for a moment to admire her beauty before introducing himself only as “the plumber” without giving his name. He remained silent, his eyes seeking, findong and holding hers with a compelling gaze. Rana found that she was unable to look away and was struck in a way she had never experienced before by the man’s overt masculinity. He was tall and wore a T-shirt that emphasised his muscled torso and arms. In some indefinable way she found his strong manliness somewhat threatening but in a dangerously appealing way. In that sense he was different from just about any man she had met before. He was rough, his voice told her that he was uneducated and his appearance that he was proud of his masculinity.
Rana felt incapable of movement as his eyes roamed slowly over her body, moving from her face, over her breasts to her waist and the spread of her hips then on over her thighs to her lower legs and feet before retracing their journey. There was an arrogance and a self-confidence in the way he stared at her and he made little attempt to disguise his admiration. The obvious mark of approval in his eyes was strangely flattering and she again became acutely conscious of his almost animal-like vitality.
At last Rana broke the silence but there was a quiver in her voice as she confirmed that he could switch the water off. Somewhat to her surprise she found herself asking him if he would like a coffee before he started work again. He accepted with alacrity and sat on a kitchen stool to watch her while she made the drink and bustled about the kitchen. Once again he was struck by her beauty and impressed by the graceful economy of her movements. There was an innocence about her that he found delightful. It seemed as though she were unaware of her beauty and yet he was certain that, beneath that artless façade lay a depth of sensuality of which she was probably oblivious. That he wanted her he was in doubt and yet he was sure that the aloof haughtiness that she projected was likely to be an obvious and insurmountable barrier.
Rana handed him a mug of coffee and was aware of his fingers brushing briefly against hers before she turned to sit on a stool opposite him. They chatted for a while, first about the work he was doing, then about her job and after that about his holiday plans. To their shared surprise they found their conversation flowing fairly easily and they both relaxed as they gradually started to get to know one another better. His words and the way he expressed himself confirmed his lack of sophistication but, being new to her, that was oddly attractive. As they talked the man continued to hold her gaze with his when he could and also let his eyes roam over her body at every opportunity, usually bringing them to rest on the curved point of her knees that showed beneath her dress as she sat with her feet hooked upon the bar of her stool. Rana knew she should resent his attention but to her amazement found herself welcoming it and becoming conscious again not only of the strength of his personality but also of the rugged force of his masculinity. It left her feeling fairly breathless and yet she found she had no wish to break the charge of electricity that seemed to be passing between them.
When at last he stood up to say that he ought to get on with on with his work Rana felt an unexplained stab of disappointment. He left the room to leave her feeling confused and yet oddly excited by what had happened. She tried to analyse her feelings but found it impossible. She knew only that she had never before reacted in such a way to any man she had ever met. It was wrong and yet she was unable to deny the magnetic force of his maleness or the fact that, despite herself, she had enjoyed the admiring way he had been looking at her.
The intensity and undisguised nature of his appraisal had been disconcerting and yet pleasing. He had been overt and unashamed in the way he had let his eyes graze over her and dwell on the shape of her breasts or the line of her legs. It had been something she had not before experienced and yet it had been uniquely flattering and had given her a thrill of pleasure. She wondered if it was because he was clearly a rough and uncultured man, unlike anyone else she had met, but, with that said, she could not hide the fact that she had been attracted by his vitality and rugged good looks. This, too, was something new and she could not recall being so aware of a man at any time previously in her young life.
Try as she would, she could not hide her feelings. It was dangerous but exciting to know that another man, and that a man she found attractive because of his roughness rather than for any sense of culture or gentility, found her attractive and, she suddenly realised with a shudder, desirable. This unexpected insight took her breath away and, if it left her feeling uneasy, it also gave her a sense of well-being that was entirely new to her.
Rana tried hard to set these thoughts behind her but they kept returning to haunt and confuse her. Despite herself, she found herself finding ways to catch sight of him as he bent to his work. She tried to remain out of sight as much as possible and to look at him surreptitiously through the gap between the door and its support. Once again she was struck by his strength, his broad shoulders and muscled arms together with his occasional oath as he wrestled with something or other. Taken all together they proved to be unbelievably attractive, mainly because he was so different from any man she had met but partly as well because of the magnetism that she could sense in his physical presence.
Bewildered by the kaleidoscope of emotions that were tormenting her and wholly unable to reconcile her thought processes or her instinctive reactions, Rana was left totally confused. On the one hand she was drawn to the man but on the other it seemed disloyal to David, even a betrayal of his trust in her, to be reacting as she was. Despite her rational thought processes she was left feeling powerless, incapable of controlling her reactions. That she had enjoyed his attention was beyond doubt whilst the fact that she felt incapable of dismissing him from her thoughts was both disturbing and exciting.
Although she knew it was pure self-indulgence, Rana continued to find excuses to be in the same room as him. On the first occasion she took him a cup of coffee and stood in the same room as he drank it. Once more she was conscious of eyes roaming over her body but this time they seemed to dwell for an inordinate length of time on her breasts. Perversely and despite herself she stood upright, knowing that it would show off her shape to the best advantage and let him admire the thrust of the twin domes as they projected proudly from her body in two arching curves that pressed against her dress to reveal their arching shape. Suddenly, and to her utter astonishment, she felt a warm glow beginning to suffuse its way through the flesh of her breasts to be followed a moment later by the feeling of her nipples firming and beginning to stand out from the contoured flesh on which they rested. Anxiously she glanced downwards and was reassured to find that the shape of her nipples could not be detected beneath the tightly drawn material of her dress but, taken aback and alarmed at her reaction, she turned away and hurriedly made her way back to the kitchen. When she was certain that she was on her own and reacting instinctively, she touched her right breast with her and stroked her fingers over her nipple. Her touch confirmed that it was projecting from the smooth curve of her breast but it also stimulated her nipple into further growth. Alarmed and disconcerted by the sweetness of the sensations, she dropped her hand away from her breast and busied herself about the kitchen but that did nothing to conceal the excitement she was feeling.
Later, and despite her good intentions, she could not resist taking him another cup of coffee. This time they chatted comfortably before he again let his eyes rove over her body. Once again she found herself enjoying his inspection and welcoming the approval that was evident in his eyes. His eyes returned to her face and he grinned at her with a wicked overlay to his smile. Despite herself, she found herself returning his smile with a soft one of her own before, confused yet again, turning away from him and leaving him to his own devices.
Some while later he called for her and asked her to hold a bucket in place in case a leak occurred while he was adjusting a pipe. He was working in a confined space and, standing close to him, she was conscious of the faint smell of sweat on his body. Instead of being repelled, she found it oddly appealing as though it were in character with his manliness and reinforced her image of the man as a rough-hewn but forceful, even charismatic, character. When he stood he touched her hand again as he helped her to readjust the position of the bucket. His hand touched hers again before he told her that he had to get another spanner from his tool kit. He had to stretch behind her to reach it and, in doing so rested his hand on the side of her waist.
Rana froze as though hypnotised, not moving even though he seemed to be taking a long time to find his spanner. When at last he moved to resume his former position his hand slid to her hip, rubbing gently against its curved face with the tips of his fingers pressing against the hem of his pants which he could clearly feel beneath her dress. As he did so, he bent his head towards hers. She could feel his breath warm against the side of her neck and remained unmoving as an electric current came from nowhere to sweep through her body.
“You smell nice,” he whispered. “Thank you,” she responded quietly before, her senses returning and with a sense of alarm overtaking her, turning away to return hurriedly to the kitchen.
The unease engendered by the physical contact remained with her and that was almost the last time she saw him before he left at the end of the day. David arrived home before he left and made a quick inspection of the work that had been done. Satisfied, they returned downstairs and went back into the kitchen to make sure that the water supply was properly stored. When that was done David turned away to look at the mail that had arrived that day and Ran held the kitchen door open while the plumber moved past her.
As he did, the man’s bare arm brushed against her breast. They both knew that David was not looking but, had he been, it would have looked innocent and he could never have known that they both sensed a surge of electrical current pass between them on that casual touch.
With a quick glance sideways to make sure that David was still preoccupied, he rubbed his forearm against her breast, pressing it hard against the resilient cushioned yet firm arch of flesh. He smiled at her but Rana had difficulty in breathing and only with the greatest effort of will was she able to move back from him. What he was not to know was that for Rana the charge had an added force for, although the contact was brief, she felt her nipples being aroused against the flesh of his and was relieved when he moved away.
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The evening passed in troubled silence, so much so that her husband kept asking her whether there was anything wrong. She knew she could not answer him and felt angered by his concern as she wanted nothing more than to spend time to herself and try to rationalise what had happened.
Rana was in an agony of doubt and uncertainty. She could not hide from herself that she found the man attractive and that she liked his rough-hewn masculinity and overt physicality. Yet her attraction for the man and the feeling of flattery he engendered in her was in violent conflict with her ingrained sense of decorum and propriety. It left her with a feeling of rare unease. She had enjoyed the way he had looked at her and had been thrilled by her reaction when he had touched her breast when he was leaving. The sensation had been dazzling and she tried hard to recall the feeling. As she did so she felt a mixture of excitement and guilt, of resentment and attraction. She was acutely conscious of a new-found sense of physical awareness but this was mixed with a very real sense of fear. All of these things combined together to commandeer her mind and leave her confused and ashamed as well as angry with herself and yet, ironically and for reasons she could not comprehend, grateful.
Saturday passed pleasantly as she tried to set her disturbing thoughts behind her and concentrated on assuaging her guilt by devoting time to her husband. She was not certain why she felt guilty as she knew she had done nothing wrong but guessed that it was a reaction to the unprecedented way in which she had been excited and aroused by another man. She knew she had never been attracted in such a way to anybody else but, for some perverse reason, she found that strangely exciting. Although she knew there was an underlying wickedness in her thoughts, a wickedness that she found tantalisingly appealing, she had little difficulty in setting them aside as she spent the day with David.
As usual for a Saturday they made love and, as usual, it was quickly over. The sense of unease and loss that she usually felt on such occasions seemed more pronounced than in the past and she found difficulty in finding sleep. Lying in the dark beside her husband it was almost inevitable that her mind should turn to what had happened the previous day. She went over each incident one by one in detail and again found herself aglow with the memory. At one stage she found her hand returning to her breast to tease her nipple, the self same nipple that had been stimulated and aroused when pressed against the plumber’s arm, and she had difficulty in breathing as she again savoured the sweet sensations that began to soar through her to give her breast a pleasing warmth and heaviness.
It was in that moment that she realised for the first time that the man wanted to make love to her. The realisation took her breath away and a hollow feeling started to develop within her stomach to echo the sensations that were burning through her breast. Somehow she managed to tear her mind from this frightening thought and push it to the back of her mind, dismissing it as ridiculous aberration. Even so and try as she would, the face and physique as well as the strident maleness of the plumber kept haunting her and, when at last she found sleep, it was with images of him haunting her mind.
Sunday proved to be a more difficult day, partly because the memories of the previous night were fresh in Rana’s mind and partly because she knew that she would have to spend the next day at home with the man as her husband had to attend a series of meetings at work. In one moment she found herself looking forward to seeing him again and being in his company; in the next she hated herself for being unable to stop thinking about him and forced herself to put thoughts of him out of her mind. At other times she wondered if she would still find his virile manhood and coarse demeanour appealing. She even found herself wondering if he would still find her attractive or whether her memories of what had happened on Friday were no more than the product of her fevered imagination. She also found herself recalling the pleasant feelings he had engendered as he had stared at her in such obvious admiration and the sweetness of the sensations he had induced when he had touched her breast with his arm.
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These thoughts were very much in her mind when Rana woke the next morning. The thoughts gathered force as she and David shared breakfast. When her husband left for work, she dashed upstairs to change. Dressing that morning she had slipped into a pair of old jeans and a jumper but, suddenly feeling that these were unattractive, she dashed upstairs immediately her husband had left to change her clothes. She was far from sure why she did this but now spent little time dwelling on the reason for her decision. At the start of the day she had put on a bra with cups of thin silk and she now changed into a fairly close cut, short sleeved blouse and loose fitting cotton skirt which clung tight about her hips, bottom and tummy before widening to fall away loosely to her knees. Because it was summer she chose not to wear tights.
It was as she was looking at her reflection in the mirror that she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it had to be the plumber and felt a sudden shortness of breath and a nervous tightening of her stomach muscles at the prospect of seeing him again. The bell rang again and she paused only to splash some perfume on her neck and to touch some against the op of her breasts before going to open the door. As she went downstairs she realised that the perfume was the same as the one the man had admired on Friday and found herself smiling to herself at the happy subconscious coincidence.
The doorbell rang again just as she got to the door.
“I thought there was no one in,” the plumber said as he smiled at her and came inside.
“No! I was just changing,” she replied.
“You look very nice,” he said. “And you’ve got the same perfume on. I like it.”
“Thank you,” she said with a faint blush coming to her face before, to her surprise, hearing herself offer him a cup of coffee before he started work.
He accepted and they walked into the kitchen to sit on the kitchen stools where they had on Friday. Once more they found conversation coming easily as they spoke about their weekends and she told him a little of her life in India. As they were speaking Rana found herself again responding to his rough hewn features, his physical presence and his tough physical charm and was disconcerted to find that she was also admiring the man’s almost primitive and animal like masculinity. At the same time she was also conscious of the way his eyes seemed to caress her body, dwelling on her breasts and the naked curve of her knees before returning to her eyes to hold her gaze with a challenging one of his own.
To her surprise, the disconcerting reactions she had known on Friday did not return and she felt a perceptible sense of relief to know both that she had not been mistaken either by her memory of the appeal of the man’s physical presence or to the fact that he still so obviously found her attractive. The unease she had experienced previously was no longer present and, despite all her intellectual concerns of the preceding forty-eight hours, she now found herself welcoming the time they were spending together.
As they downed the last of their coffee a sudden silence fell between them. Although neither of them was aware of the way the other was feeling, each became acutely conscious of the physical presence of the other. The man’s eyes moved with an arrogant self-assurance over Rana’s body, so much so that, disconcerted and in an impulsive and unthinking reaction to ease the tension she was feeling, she found herself crossing her legs. Although it was wholly unintentional, the movement exposed a couple of inches of her thigh and the man’s gaze immediately riveted itself on the bare flesh as it started to swell enticingly from the pointed curve of her knee cap. At the same time Rana once again became intensely aware of the man’s maleness and the obvious and aggressive masculinity of his physical presence. His animal strength and obvious roughness, so different from anything she had known before, was undeniably appealing and she felt a tremor of excitement come unbidden to her inner being.
The force of her reaction took her breath away and, frightened by what had happened, She stepped down from the stool to break the spell. In a shaky voice she told him that she had to go out to do some shopping and, turning away to wash the coffee cups, heard him leave the kitchen and make his way upstairs.
Rana knew her husband would be angry were he to learn that she had left the plumber alone in the house but her need to escape from his presence as well as the turmoil of her thoughts was too great. She took her purse and hurried away to look around the shops before eventually sitting down in a coffee shop where she tried to put her thoughts into some sort of order.
She knew she was being foolish but the way she had found herself responding to the man was something new in her experience, new and appealing and dangerously invigorating. The fact that he wanted to make love to her had been reaffirmed by their encounter that morning and that knowledge was also perilously exciting as well as enormously flattering. For the first time in her life she was beginning to become aware not only of the potential of her beauty but also of her womanhood, her woman’s body and the effect it could have on a man. The knowledge brought a warm glow of satisfaction that was almost irresistible and, try as she might, she was unable to set it aside. She felt flattered and alive, grateful and honoured with a new self-understanding and a greater maturity. On the other hand she was certain that, although she might enjoy the pattern of her thoughts and the flirtatious adventure that gave rise to such emotions, nothing could possibly come of it.
With this conclusion Rana realised that she had to face up to and accept what had happened at face value alone and that, id she did so, she could enjoy the experience for its own sake and nothing more. It made her realise that she should be ready to confront herself and the new challenges she had just identified and that the only way to do that was to return home, enjoy the man’s attention for what it was but reject anything beyond that innocent exchange.
With a newfound resolution, Rana paid her bill and headed home. On her way she felt a sense of danger that was exciting and appealing in its own right and the added knowledge that she was going to see a man she was attracted to and who clearly wanted her made a delightfully wanton feeling run through her body. It was a feeling she had not known before but it was enticing and added to the sense of danger she was already experiencing.
When she arrived back home, and determined to face up to her new understanding whilst taking the opportunity to enjoy the man’s attention, she called up to where the plumber was working upstairs and asked him if he would care for a cup of coffee and a sandwich she had bought.
He accepted with alacrity and they again sat in their usual places in the kitchen. This time Rana felt no alarm or fear when she caught him looking at her again and now found that she was actively enjoying the experience. Impulsively she crossed her legs as before and was delighted to see the way his eyes lit on her knees beneath the loose folds of her skirt. She was not to know it but her unthinking action had this time expose rather more that the previous time and that he could now see several inches of the curving and expanding shape of the inner face of her upper thigh.
Rana looked at him contemplatively, quietly trying to analyse why she was attracted to him. He was different from any man she had known, rougher and cruder but with an unrestrained maleness and a vibrant, almost brutal, masculine physical presence that projected an unexpected sensuality.
The man looked up at her and they exchanged a smile before, still chatting, his eyes again lowered themselves to stare first at her knees before moving up to her breasts. The direct openness of his gaze again brought a flush of pleasure to her bosom and Rana unexpectedly found herself wondering what it would be like were his arm to once more brush against her nipples. She blushed in embarrassment but the thought only served to stimulate her even further. The heaviness in her breasts grew and she felt her nipples begin to harden as the blood flowed to them under the stimulation of her thoughts and his gaze. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were projecting clearly and that their shape could easily be seen protruding through the flimsy silk of her bra and the thin white cotton of her blouse. The sight was extraordinarily invigorating, matching as it did the sweet sensitivity she could feel growing within her breasts, and she knew now why her instincts had made her dress as she had. As a result she made no attempt to move or hide her discomfort and was content to savour the sensation even when it came to be accompanied by the hollow feeling that was growing at her loins.
The man licked his lips before seeking and finding her eyes to hold her gaze with his. He smiled at her and stood up. Not knowing what was to happen and disappointed because she believed he was about to return to his work, Rana also stood up, standing erect. The man’s eyes were glued on her breasts and she was excited by the knowledge that he could see their nipples standing erect and pushing proudly through her clothes.
Still without speaking, the man stepped towards her. Rana felt incapable of movement even when he stopped and was standing no more than a foot away from her. His eyes found and locked on hers. Neither of them broke the contact. Rana was unable to breathe but started back in alarm when she felt the man’s hand touch and then rest against her hip. A moment later his left hand came up to caress the flowing curve of her brown hair as it fell to her shoulders.
They remained unmoving for a long moment, Rana breathing with difficulty and her heart pounding while he in his turn waited to give her time to object to what he was doing. Heartened by her inaction, he turned his hand to place it against the side of her head. At the same time he let his right hand sidle up from her hip to the side of her stomach and then slightly higher until its face rested against her ribs a mere inch or so beneath the beginning of the outer curve of her breast. Startled, Rana covered his hand with hers but he responded by bending his head towards her. She turned her face away but he used his strength to turn her head back to him.
Wide-eyed and fearful but yet oddly impatient, she watched his face draw closer to hers. She could feel his breath warm against her mouth and was conscious of the masculine aroma he exuded. At the last moment she turned her head away and, instead of touching her on the mouth, his lips came to rest against her cheek. She felt his lips pucker and then sidle sideways.
Part of Rana’s mind was telling her to turn away but another part was telling her that she wanted to know the taste and feel of his lips on her own. As it was, the weight of his hand against the side of her head prevented any movement and she held herself rigid as she felt his soft lips edge their way sideways and ever closer to hers.
When at last his lips brushed against hers they did so with a surprising delicacy. There was a softness about them as they traced their way lightly from one side of her mouth to the other. As they repeated their journey she felt the moist tip of his tongue graze over the surface of her soft lips and thrilled to the feel and the taste. Shocked by the wave of pleasure that rippled through her, Rana reacted instinctively and without thought and let his tongue force itself between the soft resistance of her lips until it came to rest against her gums and teeth. With rapid movements it brushed its way from side to side, teasing her gums and prompting new waves of excitement to course through her.
Rana knew she should object and, although she tried to speak against his lips, the hand that had been covering his slid up to his forearm as though to belie her protest. Seizing his opportunity as he heard her mumbled complaint, he drove his tongue between her lips and deep into her mouth.
An audible gasp escaped from Rana. David had never used his tongue when kissing her and the feel of the man’s sinuous tongue probing moistly and for the first time within the warm cavity of her mouth together with the taste of his breath in her throat was almost intoxicating. She gasped again and this time her hand moved from the man’s forearm to his biceps whilst her other moved to rest against his hips.
The man’s tongue continued to probe within her mouth, circling round and plunging deep until at last it grazed against the upper surface of hers. The textured feeling of its soft and sinuous caress sent shivers up her spine. Hesitantly she uncurled her own tongue from the base of her mouth, cautiously rubbing it against his. Exotic spasms of pleasure rolled though her body and, with her confidence and her excitement growing apace, she turned and curled it against his, her breath becoming more heated all the while.
Abandoning herself to the exquisite sensations that were now devouring her conscious mind, Rana moved her hand from his biceps to his neck and wrapped the other about his waist. Faint whimpers of pleasure emerged from her throat as she thrust her tongue against his, helping them to dance sinuously together before she chased his tongue back into his mouth and penetrated his opening for the first time. With their breath intermingling they held one anther close, their mouths locked together and their tongues toying feverishly together in one another’s mouth.
When at last their need for air forced their kiss to its natural end, the man leaned back and looked at her with a smile on his lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you,” he whispered.
Rana smiled her acknowledgement and waited as his eyes again roamed down over her body, lingering on the bold, protruding shape of her nipples. As he did so, she leaned back from him, as though to allow him greater freedom to inspect her body. Her action made her trunk arch forward in a way that accentuated the graceful curves flowing from her shoulders to the thrust of her full and rounded breasts with the contours then flattening at her waist but spreading sideways to the spread of her hips and curving downwards to follow the rounded shape of her thighs which were clearly outlined beneath the cotton of her skirt.
The man looked back into her eyes. “You are very beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you,” she responded and started to draw his head back to hers, wanting him to kiss her again when she felt his hand move slowly over her ribs. She paused, unable to breath and making no movement save to let her own hand slip around to the back of his neck. He moved with imperceptible slowness as, incapable of speech, she shook her head at him in what they both knew was no more than a token protest.
A long moment later she felt the palm of his hand brush lightly against the curving outward face of her breast. His touch brought a spasm of pleasure and forced a faint gasp from her mouth. Emboldened, he slid his hand beneath the rounded base of her breast, weighing its abundant shape before directing the tips of two of his fingers to touch her already firm nipple. Another gasp escaped from Rana’s mouth as she felt new and luxurious sensations soar through her body and a delicious warm glow permeate her breast as she felt her nipple firm even further beneath the persuasive and tantalising sweetness of his touch.
It was the relief and comfort Rana’s body craved and she moaned faintly as she felt his fingers roll over her nipple and squeeze her breast to test the cushioned resilience of the arching dome of flesh before returning to her nipple to squeeze its proud shape with delicate but delicious force.
“That’s so good,” he murmured.
“Kiss me,” she replied, pulling his head towards hers, opening her mouth and making her tongue dart into the warm and dark cavern of his mouth. As they kissed she locked her arms tight about him and pressed her body tight against his as she thrust her breast forward into the nest formed by the embracing palm of his hand.
To her disappointment, and before their second kiss had come to its end, she felt his hand drop away from her breast. She forced her body tighter to his in an attempt to hold him as close to her as she could as his arm slipped to the small of her back but she eased the pressure of her lips against his and stilled the movement of her tongue against his as she felt him starting to drag her blouse from the band of her skirt.
A strangulated “N-o-o” came from the back of Rana’s throat but she was unable to summon up the will to try to stop him, knowing that in truth she wanted to feel him holding her properly.
His hand moved quickly and roughly and she felt her blouse loosen as it was released from the restraining band of her skirt. Moving now with urgency, his hand stroked its way up her spine until it reached the thin circling strap of her bra. She was surprised at the skilled ease with which his fingers unhooked the two clips from one another and felt a sudden easing of pressure as her bra fell loose and her breasts hung free. Now, with the same speed, his hand eased its way from her back to her side and then slid beneath her breast, the coarse and hardened flesh of his palm adding a new dimension of sheer pleasure as it roamed freely over the soft, smooth flesh. Hat touch told him that hers were wondrous breasts, firm and full and in no need of support as they arched from her body in perfect and symmetrical domes. It was his turn to groan in pleasure and his fingers eagerly sought her nipple. Taking it between his thumb and forefinger he pulled it away from her breast before pushing it back within the round face of the flesh from which it had burgeoned and then allowing it to spring free as he soled the ball of his finger over the faintly dimpled surface of her aureole. Waves of undiluted pleasure raced around her body with almost suffocating force.
“They’re fantastic,” he murmured appreciatively, his mouth separating slightly from hers.
“Kiss me,” she replied, drawing her head back to her and thrusting her tongue far into his mouth to duel against his in an enticing and sinuous succession of sensuous movement. As they kissed she felt him force her roughly backwards, using his superior strength to guide her until she felt the edge of the kitchen table pressing solidly against her bottom. She leaned back, pulling his head and body tight against hers but lacked the strength to arrest his further forward progress as he forced himself roughly between her legs so that her thighs were apart and straddled one on either side of his.
The hollowness that had been lying within Rana’s body grew heavier and the feel of his masculine body resting between her legs prompted a new shiver of pleasure but this time one that was matched by a growing but pleasing discomfort at her groin and by the feeling of sheer joy that radiated from his fingers and through the abundant swelling of her breast.
Rana groaned out loud and partly in despair but most of all in pleasure. Her lips tightened around his as, experimentally, she started to suck at his tongue and nip it gently between her teeth as it circled its way around her mouth. He matched her actions as she in her turn drove her tongue into his mouth. Another groan of pleasure came from the back of her throat and, arching her body towards his, she became acutely conscious of the feel of the rough material of his jeans against the soft and sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
With one final tweak of her nipple, twisting it firmly and yet gently before pressing it back into the flesh of her breast, he dropped his hand to her hips and directed it down over the outer face of her left thigh. The feel of his fingers deftly rubbing against her thigh through the thin cotton of her skirt prompted a new jolt of pleasure to roll over her and a new spurt of her love juices to flow against her pants.
Again Rana gasped, a gasp she repeated as she felt him pull her skirt upwards, crumpling in his hand. Holding her breath and incapable of rational thought let alone any wish to stop him, she waited unspeaking but with her lips still locked to his and his tongue still toying with hers. At last she felt the hem of her skirt near the top of her thighs and his fingers make contact with the smooth skin of her thigh. The touch was almost searing and a shiver ran through her body.
Now Rana could feel his calloused hand rubbing down the outside of her leg, the coarse touch exciting her in a way she could never have expected even in her wildest imaginings. She felt it sidle slowly but surely lower over the outer face of her thigh until it reached her knee. There it rested but only briefly before moving suddenly to her other knee for the inner surface of his hand to lie upon and cover the delicately shaped bone. A moment later he moved his hand again, this time for him to lay its roughened palm lightly against the lower inner face of her thigh. Now his coarse fingertips started to trace tiny circles over the smoothness of her skin. As they caressed tantalisingly against her flesh they eased themselves slowly but inexorably higher, moving confidently and teasingly over the gradually expanding curves of her widening thigh muscle. The round balls of his fingertips felt coarse against the smooth inner face of her thigh as they grazed crudely over the sensitive surface, climbing constantly higher.
Rana struggled to contain a fearful tremor as the forceful and unrefined roughness of his fingers worked ever further up and over the tender surface of the rounded flesh. The knowledge that his fingers were rapidly approaching the vital and sacred core of her womanhood, a place that until now she had gifted to but one man, prompted a new and wholly unexpected spurt of moisture to erupt from her inner being. To her astonishment, the feeling of her love fluids flowing free from her and the seeming certainty that this man was about to touch her where none but her husband had been before was oddly and provocatively exciting and infinitely appealing.
The feeling of the damp gusset of her pants pressing tautly against the soft entrance to her body fuelled both her uncertainty and her desire to obtain release from the tortured emotions that were tearing her apart. A mixture of apprehension and trepidation, of curiosity and daring, of yearning and anticipation crept over her.
The roughened surface of his fingers edged ever upwards, their blunt tips pressing into and easing on over the progressively receptive face of the strongly expanding muscle of her inner thigh. As they did, her fear gradually began to be matched by a strangely exhilarating sensation. There was a feeling that equated very nearly with desire although with an overlay of sheer terror but it was a terror that had an overlay of daring that gave it an excitement of its own.
Almost unwittingly Rana increased the pressure of her mouth against his, her instincts demanding the comforting security as well as the matching passion of a kiss to assuage the kaleidoscope of conflicting forces that were commandeering her body and mind. Instead of returning her kiss, the man drew back from her, a lewdly sensual smile of triumph on his face. Her reaction had told him more clearly than words that the air of aloofness worn by this beautiful and sophisticated woman was but a veneer, one that he had succeeded in breaking through and one that masked an underlying but innate sensuality. He now knew for sure that he was to have her.
In the sure belief that, as a sensitive and refined woman, she was unused to his rough and direct approach and convinced now that, unused to such physical forcefulness, she was finding it difficult to do other than respond to and relish his directness, he became even more determined to maintain the vigorous approach that had already taken him so far.
For a brief second longer his fingers continued to caress teasingly over the contours of her inner thigh before skidding over the smooth skin with sudden speed to reach for the elastic leg hole of her pants. An electrifying shock rippled through the flesh of Rana’s thighs as his fingers traced the hemline back and forth before forcing itself beneath the tightly drawn elastic and came to rest beneath the thin cotton. There they rested, tightly constrained by the fine threads and compressed against her bare hips before, a moment later, rolling sideways and moving with the same, almost brutal and uncaring speed, to the front of her body to brush through the thin curls of soft hair and press firmly against the prominent arch of her mound.
Rana knew now that there could be no escape. His body pinned hers against the table and his legs were pressed between hers, keeping her thighs apart. It appeared inevitable that she would soon feel his fingers pressing between the soft folds of her womanhood and into the secret tunnel of her channel of love.
It was an insight that, together with the soothing and persuasive movement of his fingers over the bulge of her mound, unexpectedly aroused her and made the prospect seem less fearful. Her panic lessened to be overtaken by a new sense of expectancy as she felt her juices flowing ever more freely. Despite the torment of her misgivings and the agonising intensity of her wish not to betray her husband or compromise the guiding principles of faithfulness and propriety that had governed her life, she suddenly felt almost impatient to bow to the inevitable. The thought of accepting the intrusive invasion of this stranger’s aggressive fingers within her body and letting him undertake an exploration of the innermost roots of her femininity was startlingly appealing if fraught with a wanton sense of danger. To her astonishment the wantonness of the thought added a new level of excitement, an excitement that was enhanced by the extraordinary daring it represented and the startling contrast with the demure way in which she had led her life.
Almost as though he sensed her thoughts and responding to the instinctive if faint forward press of her body towards his, he forced his fingers over the shoulder of her pubic bone.
Rana froze with a sudden fear. “N-n-n-no!” A strangulated gasp escaped her throat, a gasp partially of rejection and, perversely, partly as an expression of her acceptance of the inevitable. “N-n-n-no!”
It was, he knew, a hollow token and he ruthlessly bent his knuckle until the roughened tip of his forefinger touched for the first time against the silken and heated moistness of her outer lips.
“N-n-n-no!” she murmured again but this time with less passion as she felt unexpected but exquisite tremors of unadulterated delight tear through her being.
His finger dallied against the soft folds of flesh, tantalising her with its touch as it stroked lightly over their pliant shape and their smooth, soft moistness. It was a moistness that spoke eloquently of her readiness for him. Sensing her underlying fervour and with a sudden impatience he thrust his finger between the springy and yielding lips of her womanhood, piercing her deeply and surely as he forced it high inside her.
Rana gasped out loud partly because of the vigour with which he had entered her but more because of the pleasure his entry brought. It was a pleasure born in part of the unfamiliar but sweet feel of him inside her and in part of the unaccustomed speed and roughness with which he had had driven his finger so deeply within her.
Now his finger moved with restless vigour, exploring far inside her, stroking and pressing at the soft faces of her inner walls and feverishly probing far within her heated chute of love. A second and then a third finger quickly joined the first, pressing themselves effortlessly inside her to penetrate and stretch her and dance within her with exquisite force. Rana trembled at the feel of them moving within her, spreading and piercing her in a way she had never known before. A faint moan of pleasure escaped from the back of her throat to be met by a sudden return of his mouth to hers.
He kissed her at first briefly and then in earnest. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue rolling over her lips and then pressing surely between them, between her teeth and into her mouth before he withdrew it slowly to take it almost all the way out. She could feel the hardness of his lips, the teeth behind them grinding softly into her receptive lips and thrilled to the feel of his tongue striking out into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, probing deeply into her, forcing her head back. Not enough breath came through her straining nostrils and she felt helpless in the wave of pleasure that swept through her like a raging tide to drown her with its sweetness. Willingly she held on to his tongue with her lips and teeth, refusing to let it escape from her. He ran it in and out of her mouth, gently, then more quickly, and delighted in her response as she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him feverishly in return, biting and sucking feverishly at his tongue.
He withdrew his fingers from the inner sanctum of her body but only to take the soft fold of flesh at the uppermost point of her inner lips between his forefinger and thumb to squeeze at its supple surface before moving to touch the rough tip of his finger firmly against the hard little bud of her clitoris.
Rana emitted a moan of sheer joy, writhing her inner self against him to enhance the incredible wonder of the sensations he was inducing and that were now starting to course uncontrollably through her body. They radiated from the vital core of her womanhood to consume her with fevered and all consuming rapture. She pushed herself against him in unbridled bliss as his finger continued to tease and caress the hyper-sensitive button of her clitoris, arousing her even further as his middle finger probed and searched, bent and twisted high inside the sacred chamber of her love.
The man persisted with his skilled movements, sending wave after wave of sheer ecstasy through her body. They were sensations she had never before experienced, intense and powerful, exciting and delightful. She did not know it but she was hovering near the first climax of her young life but it was at one and the same time both alluringly close and yet frustratingly distant.
It was at that moment that Rana sensed rather than felt his other hand move from behind her back and force its way between their bodies but she was only vaguely conscious of his hand fumbling between them. It was only as she felt his trousers falling and his fingers forcing the gusset of her pants to one side that she became aware of what was happening.
The exquisite pleasure she had known only a moment before disappeared to be overtaken by a moment of sheer terror. She broke the contact of their mouths and shrank back from him but she was trapped and had nowhere to shelter. He stared into her eyes and held her gaze with unblinking eyes, watching with interest and awaiting a signal of her readiness.
Rana’s mouth was parched and, incapable of speech, she shook her head. Her fear diminished slightly as his finger rolled anew over her clitoris and she felt herself responding unwillingly to the captivating compulsion of his caress. It was an action that compelled a reluctant if only partial abatement of her fear.
With an instinct and insight born of long experience, he was able to discern the easing of Rana’s tension. Moving cautiously but certainly, he guided the cushioned roundness at the head of his glans against the heated softness and slick moistness of her outer lips. Slowly and with a delicacy that contrasted sweetly with what had gone before, he stroked its tip up and down the length of their lustrous silky slickness where they met together but made no attempt to press its bulging shape between their velvet softness.
Rana gasped out loud and started back from him only for him to follow her relentlessly, preventing her from breaking the precious contact he had established. In a ceaselessly repeating pattern he stroked the proud helmet of his manhood against the sensitive sentinels of her womanhood, allowing her time to acclimatise herself to the feel of him as the ultimate symbols of their sexual differences met and touched teasingly one against the other.
Gradually Rana found herself becoming used to the touch of him against her, beginning to accept it for the brazen pleasure the contact was bringing her until, to her astonishment, she found she was relishing the feel of the bulbous bluntness of his swollen glans as it stroked surely against the soft folds of moistly heated flesh.
As she relaxed and knowing that her submission was near, he looked at her in triumph, holding himself poised at the maw of her waiting sheath before applying a little pressure and pushing the swollen plum at the head of his shaft between the sodden lips to bring it to rest inside her, safely enveloped within the first folds of her womanhood.
Rana trembled and, in an agonised voice, whispered out loud, “N-n-n-no!”
He felt huge, stretching her wide and seeming to fill her with his massive round head. A second or so later she repeated herself: “N-n-n-no!”
This time her whisper lacked its earlier vehemence as she adapted and adjusted to his strange and alien presence and felt herself being seduced by the new and heightened sensations that were radiating from the crowned tip of his manhood as it lay buried but pulsing inside her.
He felt her tremble and, responding immediately, with another and wider leer of conquest crossing his face, he thrust forward, pushing irresistibly against the slight resistance of the velvet envelope of her tight channel. Thrilled, he felt the warm supple softness of her inner sheath slip wetly over and around the heavily swollen mass of his hypersensitive shaft. The hot juicy walls stretched and gave way readily before the force of his drive and the heavily throbbing mass of his mast burrowed deeper into the liquid warmth of her now quivering body.
Rana was wholly taken aback both by his size and by the way he was able to slide so effortlessly inside her. The natural elasticity and free flowing lubrication of her inner body eased his passage as he pressed his seemingly massive rod higher and deeper, stretching her wider and penetrating her further than she had been stretched or penetrated before.
Again she panicked and tried to pull back from him. “No!” she cried. “No!” but suddenly new and exotically exciting sensations started to vibrate through her body, quickly replacing her panic to tell her that this was what she craved, that the sheer force of his entry and the dynamism of his magnificent shaft throbbing powerfully deep within her was taking her to new heights of pleasure.
In a flash of inspiration she knew with a sudden certainty that the wonder of these sensations would shortly be surpassed and that this man she barely knew would take her to previously unknown levels of joy. Suddenly, almost desperately, she shoved her hips eagerly forward, a loud groan of surrender and commitment rising in her throat as she felt his huge mast soar deeper into the tight but soft, warm and moist lushness of her now fully receptive tunnel of love. In a single swift movement she raised her feet from the floor to wind her legs high behind his hips and pull him forcefully towards her until their bodies were tightly locked together and their union complete.
As he was drawn even deeper inside her he felt the interior body heat of her inner muscles clasping at him, the tight grip of her inner sex and the quivering movements of her body telling him with an eloquence of their own of her pleasure and the totality of her submission. With a final lunge of his hips he forced the final length of his thick and pulsing shaft to the limit, skewering her completely as their pelvises met and ground together.
“Kiss me,” she moaned urgently. “Kiss me.”
Their mouths joined together, initially with a fevered passion and a shared sense of exquisite joy and then more gently as they gave themselves time to adjust to the feel of ost crossing his face, he thrust forward, pushing irresistibly against the slight resistance of the velvet envelope of her tight channel. Thrilled, he felt the warm supple softness of her inner sheath slip wetly over and around the heavily swollen mass of his hypersensitive shaft. The hot juicy walls stretched and gave way readily before the force of his drive and the heavily throbbing mass of his mast burrowed deeper into the liquid warmth of her now quivering body.
She was taken aback both by his size and by the way he was able to slide so effortlessly inside her, the natural elasticity and free flowing lubrication of her inner body easing his passage as he pressed his seemingly massive rod higher and deeper, stretching her wider and penetrating her further than she had been stretched or penetrated before.
She panicked again and tried to pull back from him. “No!” she cried. “No!” but suddenly new and exotically exciting sensations started to vibrate through her body, quickly replacing her panic to tell her that this was what she craved, that the sheer force of his entry and the dynamism of his magnificent shaft throbbing powerfully deep within her was taking her to new heights of pleasure.
In a flash of inspiration she knew with a sudden certainty that the wonder of these sensations would shortly be surpassed and that this man she barely knew would take her to previously unknown levels of joy. Suddenly, almost desperately, she shoved her hips eagerly forward, a loud groan of surrender and commitment rising in her throat as she felt his huge mast soar deeper into the tight but soft, warm and moist lushness of her now fully receptive tunnel of love. In a single swift movement she raised her feet from the floor to wind her legs high behind his hips and pull him forcefully towards her until their bodies were tightly locked together and their union complete.
As he was drawn even deeper inside her he felt the interior body heat of her inner muscles clasping at him, the tight grip of her inner sex and the quivering movements of her body telling him with an eloquence of their own of her pleasure and the totality of her submission. With a final lunge of his hips he forced the final length of his thick and pulsing shaft to the limit, skewering her completely as their pelvises met and ground together.
“Kiss me,” she moaned urgently. “Kiss me.”
Their mouths joined together, initially with a fevered passion and a shared sense of exquisite joy and then more gently as they gave themselves time to adjust to the feel of one another, his mast a gigantic log possessing her and now an essential part of her body and her sheath a tender glove clinging tightly about him as she shaped herself eagerly about him.
“Ohh! Ohh!" she moaned again and again, wrapping her inner self snugly around his thick shaft and feeling the fat helmet of his bloated glans wedged far inside her and throbbing robustly. Her head rocked back and forth beneath his mouth as she writhed against him and thrust her pelvis tighter to him. The pressure against her clitoris ignited her passion even further and her moans intensified. She felt nerve endings that she never knew existed as charged currents of electricity shot through every fibre of her body. Her earlier fear had become an ecstasy of pleasure.
As their mouths parted, he spoke questioningly, “O.K?”
“Mmmm!” she murmured in response.
“It feels good.”
“Mmmm! Fantastic!”
“I knew you’d be a good fuck the first time I saw you.”
Rana was startled by the crudity of his language. He had used a word she had never employed before but there was a baseness about it that seemed entirely in keeping with her newfound sense of wantonness. The crudity seemed to match his roughened demeanour and felt in keeping with all that had happened. A new spasm of delight soared through her being as she felt his rod throbbing vigorously far inside her. Instinctively she responded, clenching the pliant heat of her inner muscles tight about him. The shared act, his words and language began to match one another in the sheer exhilaration of the moment and the extraordinary daring of what was happening. Smiling at him in acquiescence, she nodded her agreement.
“God! Yes!” She harmonised her words with a clenching and release and another clenching of her inner muscles about the rigid length of his mast, knowing intuitively that her actions would add even more to the pleasure they were both already experiencing.
Recognising that her commitment was now total and that her desire had become as great as his, he drew himself away from her, taking his rod with him until only the plum of his glans remained inside the clinging mouth of her womanhood. After but the briefest pause he drove himself forward with all the strength he could muster to force himself back inside her until she had taken all of him to the root of his mast back into the secret depths of her waiting body. He repeated his movement but this time used the strength of his legs to add to the force of his re-entry and re-possession of her.
Gratified beyond belief, he found that she responded with the same vigour, crossing her ankles behind his hips to lock him to her as she used the strength of her own legs to pull him back inside her and thrust her hips forward to greet him.
He was taking her with a force Rana had never before experienced and she was responding with a dynamism she had never previously employed. This was something entirely new to her and so different from the gentleness she was used to when she and her husband made love but it was a violence she relished. She was desperate to match it in kind, meeting his energy with the strength of her own vigour, giving herself to him with the same wholehearted enthusiasm and irresistible power as he was using to take her.
They moved in a repeating and deliberate sequence, his entry and withdrawal being undertaken with almost violent speed but with a minute pause as he hovered at the threshold of her body and another as she held him safe and fast far within the furthest reaches of her pelvis.
To Rana’s indescribable joy she felt new and even more powerful waves of steadily welling passion begin to build far up inside the depths of her body. The climax that had been floating close to the threshold of her consciousness for some long time gained a new life. With a power of its own it rushed upon her to consume her with a passion of release that sent her body into a spasm of pure and unprecedented ecstasy.
Clamping his body tight to hers with the strength of her legs wrapped securely about his hips and with the tight clutch of the soft but heated contours of the inner sheath of her chute of love sucking greedily upon the majestic strength of his piercing lance, Rana groaned out loud in an undisguised expression of her bliss as the dizzying sensations soared through her body and overwhelmed her mind. It was as though she had entered a new world. Her inner body and her conscious mind were screaming in an agony of delight. She moaned out loud as she abandoned herself to the peak of the sensations and her body jerked and twitched, writhed and twisted against his. It was a comfort and warmth and a passionate response that was unsurpassed in all her experience and which overwhelmed her with its intensity.
He stilled himself, watching in wonder as her head rolled from side to side and her mouth hung slackly open. His fingers told him that her nipples had hardened even further and he brought both his hands up to hold her breasts, squeezing and playing with them. He remained still, his only movement coming from his hands as he held her breasts and from his mighty rod as it pulsed steadily but with magnetic force within the depths of her body.
It was only when he saw her eyes begin to focus again that he spoke, in almost the same way as before. “O.K?”
“Mmmm!”
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
“Very.”
“I knew you were ready for a fuck.”
This time his brazen words did not disturb her. They seemed so much in harmony with all that had happened and the way it had happened as she had abandoned herself to the sheer pleasure of having him make love to her that she felt a need to reply in kind.
“You’re a good fuck, too.”
The use of the lewd expression for the first time in her life seemed suddenly to enhance her sense of abandonment and her commitment to the self-indulgent and unbridled drive of pure sex. It was not only a symbol of her surrender but also an expression of the wantonness and excitement that was playing such an alluring role. The passage of the word from her lips was strangely exhilarating and liberating as well as a measure of her readiness to dedicate herself to the needs of her body. Her desire for this man to take her again to the heights she had just scaled had become such that she knew she had to use the word again. It took her but a brief moment for further blissful reflection to make her allegiance total.
“Fuck me,” Rana whispered. “Give me a good fucking.”
He looked at her in unalloyed delight, thrilled by the way she had set aside all her earlier aloofness. At the same time he stilled his body and waited until he could feel the contracting convulsions of her inner wall first subside and then gain in new force as her body expressed the urgency of its desire.
“Fuck me.” The baseness of her language and the unprecedented demands being made of her by her body were marks of her willingness to abandon herself totally to the pleasure that this man alone could bring. “Fuck me,” she repeated imploringly.
He let one more powerful beat pound through his shaft before slowly taking it away from her and then slamming it back into her with all his might. With her fingers digging into his buttocks and her legs she drew him back to her, urging her pelvis forward in welcome.
“I’ll fuck you,” he murmured, proud of his achievement.
“Yes! Oh! Yes!” Rana growled gratefully and appreciatively before adding yet again, “Fuck me.”
Again he withdrew from the clinging softness of her body before propelling himself back into her to be met by an arching of her body towards him and a soft hiss of delight. Using muscles that in her innocence she had never used before and responding instinctively to the skill and force of his actions, she used her stomach and her abdomen to clutch herself tight about him, trying to hold him fast within the silken purse of her love.
Despite her efforts to retain him within her, his long thick rod drew away from her before racing steadily back into her and away again. She pushed her abdomen forward to meet each of his powerful thrusts, using her legs wrapped high about his waist to pull him back to her and add to his impetus. It was as though she could not wait for each piercing entry, as though she had to possess him totally. With each entry he drove himself into her to the swollen hilt of his mast. Together they savoured the sensations it induced. She shuddered violently about the ramrod invasion of his mighty rod, jerking and rotating her loins and sucking her inner self against him as he took himself away from her.
Again and again they parted and came together, moving in perfect harmony. With each entry and withdrawal she felt the ridge of his swollen glans grazing over the quivering bud of her clitoris and with each entry and withdrawal he felt the succulent tenderness of her inner muscles rippling moistly and heatedly against him as she contracted and relaxed her clasp upon him.
In the grip of a shared extreme of extraordinary passion they united in an uncontrollable and overwhelming sense of power and purpose. Her inner being was erupting in great white flashes that exploded as an intense fire while he could feel the moist tunnel of her love wrapping itself around the full and aching length of his hardness. He fought to control his own inferno and refrain from releasing himself until he had taken her to the ultimate pinnacle of readiness. Her inner muscles trembled ever more forcefully as his mighty rod drove into her, seeming to expand in size and fill her with its supreme authority and he concentrated on containing himself.
At first gradually and then with increasing rapidity the rhythm of their movements became ragged and it was he whose control was the first to break. With a cry of triumph and release and a last dynamic thrust he drove himself high inside her. She felt the liquid thickness and warmth of his life giving fluids escaping from the blunt tip of his glans to soar free in the furthermost reaches of her woman’s tunnel of love. They came from him with almost explosive force, detonating free in a viscous jet of heated fluid that she felt surge far into the well of her abdomen and meld with her own free flowing juices to flow deep within the furthest heartlands of her body. She gasped out loud in delight and gasped again as she felt a second and then a third, smaller, burst of his emulsive love fluids jet from him like a liquid fire.
With an unprecedented glee Rana enslaved his love fluids rapturously within the heated cauldron of her welcoming body feeling his mast high within her pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably in the freedom of his release. Holding him tight to her to prevent his withdrawal and desperate to drain every last drop of his seed, she writhed against him, rotating her abdomen around his powerfully pulsing mast and flexing the tender inner recesses of her womanhood against him with an added, almost desperate suppleness.
Rana’s actions took her to new levels of delight and brought her to her own wild climax. It was a climax that left her audibly groaning as she fought to control the raging fire that consumed her whole being with a frenzy beyond anything she had ever known and anything she might ever have imagined possible. She had no control of her body or mind and had no wish for any. There was a total lack of restraint as she let the furious spasms tear through her whole being to bring an intense internal rapture she had never known before. She cried out loud in fulfilment, an incoherent sound of releaser and triumph, joy and discovery and sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
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It took a seeming age for their shared fever to abate and the palpitations that had torn through their bodies ease to leave only small but thrilling after shocks of delight reverberating through their bodies. They kissed one another gently in appreciation and gratitude and Rana continued to writhe her inner self around his now softening member.
“That was fantastic,” she gasped.
“Mmmm! I said you were a good fuck.”
“I never knew it could be like that,” she responded.
“You’re kidding,” he said, his eyes wide in surprise. “Surely somebody?”
For some reason reluctant to admit that, apart from her husband, he was the only man she had made love to, Rana shook her head.
“You mean there’s never been anybody else?” The incredulity in his voice was palpable.
“You’re the first,” she admitted after a brief pause. “I’ve never been with another man.”
“God! That’s unbelievable!” He looked at her for a long moment, barely able to believe that this extraordinarily beautiful woman had never given herself to anyone else but her husband and scarcely able to credit his immense good fortune not only at having been her first lover but at having been able to arouse such an intensity of physical passion in her. At length he spoke again: “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. We’ve got an afternoon of fucking ahead of us.”
Rana accepted with alacrity, thrilled to know that she was again to be allowed to taste of the newly discovered levels of pleasure and satisfaction she had but recently discovered. She lead the way upstairs and, after only a moment’s hesitation, took him into her own bedroom where she threw the duvet back and stood by the bed to look at him.
Responding to his gesture she undressed before him. It was something she had never done for David and this was yet another rewarding experience as she saw the way his eyes devoured her body as she exposed it for his benefit. When totally naked she lay on the bed and watched while he in his turn discarded his clothes. They stared at one another for a lon while, he to admire the splendour of her body with the beauty of her face, the full roundness of the twin thrusting shape of her breasts, fuller and rounder than he had guessed with each ivory coloured dome capped by the contrasting pink circle of her aureoles with their nipples protruding forward as paler, blunt nosed pyramids projecting proudly from their arching surfaces. From there his eyes roamed over her stomach to dwell on the curving protrusion of her mound, its strong shape thatched with dainty curls of brown hair, before moving on over the tapering shape of her thighs to her knees and on over the curving contours of her calves to her slender ankles. The elegant perfection of her beauty was breathtaking and Rana watched fascinated as his manhood began to grow and stiffen before her eyes.
Rana held her hand out to him and he came to her, lying beside her as they kissed and their hands started to wonder over one another’s bodies.
With a sudden movement, acting before her courage deserted her, Rana took hold of his mast and thrilled to the feel of it hardening and growing beneath the touch of her eagerly exploring fingers. It solidity impressed and, still coated with the amalgam of their shared love juices from their earlier lovemaking, the tacky feel of their juices added to the sensuous abandon that was again beginning to take control of her being.
With a jerk of her hand upon his now rigid rod, she pulled him over and sidled her body beneath his to take his weight upon hers for the first time. She had already spread her legs apart so that he rested comfortably between them and carefully guided the helmet of his glans towards the soft lips of her womanhood.
Rana gasped out loud as she felt its heated tip brush against the moist folds of flesh standing sentinel to the cushioned embrace of the channel of her love. “Fuck me,” she implored as she steadily steered its mass between her lips and, with an upward arching of her body, took him back inside her. “Fuck me,” she repeated.
They rested, moulding themselves to one another and each thrilling to the wonder they were sharing.
“That’s fantastic.” Rana looked up at the man. “Y-e-e-s,” she replied before adding, “I don’t even know your name,” she whispered.
“It’s Ben.”
Rana looked up into his eyes again. She had given herself to this man, a man she had met only three days previously, a man she barely knew and whose name she had not even known. The delightful sense of wickedness that had never been far away returned with greater force together with an additional accentuation of the gloriously exciting feeling of wantonness. That wantonness exercised a magnetic force of its own and she revelled in its potency, a potency that had already been enhanced by the crudeness of the words they had exchanged as they made love but was now being improved by the fact that she was taking this man in her own marital bed, the bed she normally shared with her husband.
With her abandonment now total she said out loud, almost shouting, “Fuck me, Ben. I want it again. All of it! Fuck me.”
Ben’s reaction was immediate. He started moving with a sudden vigour, drawing himself away from her body before driving himself back into the silken sheath of her womanhood with great force, filling and expanding her as she rose instinctively to greet his every entry. She was responding to him in a way she had never done with her husband, all her basic instincts driving her. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “God! Fuck me.”
Their movements were rapid and vigorous, They moved in perfect harmony, he withdrawing as she fell away from him and she elevating her pelvis to take him back inside her as he powered forward. There was a dynamism to their movements and a forcefulness that was new and enthralling to Rana as they both struggled to reach and give the climaxes they were desperate to achieve. When it came, it came suddenly in an eruption of his thick love fluids and a matching explosion of her own juices to leave them both panting in a delirium of joyous satisfaction.
They made love another five times that afternoon. He taught her how to do it in different positions, opening Rana’s eyes to the magnificent potential and the enormous gratification that sex could bring and taking her to a series of unbelievable climaxes that shook her to the core of her being.
At one stage, as they were exploring one another’s bodies with hands and fingers, mouths and tongues and Rana learned of new ways to give and receive satisfaction, she knew that this man had changed her life for ever. She knew that, whatever happened between her husband and herself, she had to search for regular and continuous physical satisfaction even if that meant taking other lovers. And that is what she did, letting a visiting manager seduce her when he visited her office the next week and deliberately chose to make love to her next door neighbour the week after that before moving into Ben’s flat to spend a week with him when her husband was away on a course. It was a week that saw her enjoy the delights of having two men at the same time when Ben introduced her to a friend of his and they shared a three in a bed session when but all of that is another story!
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