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Set in rural England during WWII, this story traces five years in the life of Ellie, 43, a highly-sexed, retired, female army nurse. Ellie is living alone while her husband, Phillip, 43, an army infantry officer, is fighting in South Africa. She dearly loves Phillip and misses him terribly. She cannot wait for the war to be over and for him to return home safely.
Meanwhile, Ellie's longings for Phillip and her lustful cravings for love and gratification become so intense they lead her into several affairs, one, in the most extraordinary way possible.
The author describes Ellie’s journey in the genuine ambiance, language and jargon of the times. The author’s vivid, graphic and effective use of vintage images further enhances what is a compelling and erotic story of how a woman fills the voids created by war, and the adjustments she makes to accommodate her needs and cravings.
Since the story is relatively long, the author has published it in chapters. So, please, check back to read subsequent chapters. The author encourages readers to comment on her story and welcomes constructive criticism.
The Welcome Interloper - Chapter 1 - The Blitz & Fond Recollections
The searchlights and the explosions in the sky were especially bright and noisy, a surreal experience, indeed, from 65 kilometers away. For the first few nights, I could barely hear the noise and see the lights, but, tonight, was especially bright and loud, and there seemed to be more planes. I could hear them clearly, there were definitely more planes, and louder!
It was early September 1940, and the Battle of Britain...”The Blitz”...as it was called, was at a fever pitch!
My husband, Phillip, and I moved to the countryside three years earlier so we could develop the farm we purchased for our retirement, cultivate crops, raise a****ls, and enjoy solitude. Phillip was a career soldier, a Lt Colonel in the Royal Infantry. He was away in North Africa fighting the Germans and Italians. I hadn't heard from him in over two months. He had been gone over a year, now.
I chose to believe Phillip was safe and sound because I had not heard otherwise. I looked for a letter every day, but none came. I missed him terribly and was very lonely and distraught. Nights were especially stressful, particularly during the bombings. Sometimes I would wake up at night and reach for Phillip, and he wasn't there, only cold sheets and an empty pillow.
Occasionally, I would have sexual dreams about Phillip, making love with him inside me, something we did regularly and enjoyed very much. That was all missing now, and my cravings were going unsatisfied.
When I could no longer stand it, I would jill myself, sometimes for more than an hour, having several orgasms to quell the raging storm between my legs.
When I craved something inside me, I would use warm butter or oil and a banana when I could get one or a squash from my garden. Though I loved my orgasms and looked forward to them, there was nothing like human contact. I loved having Phillip inside me,
filling my hot, slippery fanny, especially when he ejaculated in me. I loved that the most.
We both loved sucking on each other, and I missed that terribly, too! Not having my breasts tended to by Phillip’s lips and tongue during orgasm was something I dearly missed as well! I was so immersed in my longings for love and comfort that I would sometimes dream
of Catherine, my nursing college lover.
Meeting and falling in love with Catherine seemed to be providentially inspired. It was late summer of 1915 and the campus was bustling with new students, all vying for classes and dormitory space.
The lines were long. The girl behind me in line bumped into me and my registration papers fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick them up, she did, too! She apologized, and introduced herself as Catherine Atkinson from Yorkshire. We were both 18, and this was our first time away from home.
We were instantly attracted to each other and spent most of the day together, standing in lines, getting classes together, and having lunch in the cafeteria. We did not have assigned roommates, so we decided to pair up. Those two years at nursing college rooming with Catherine were the loveliest of my young life.
Catherine was so sweet and lovely, and highly-sexed, just like me. By the third week, we became intimate, making the most wonderful love into the early morning, then again when we awoke. It was all so new, beautiful and exciting.
The more we satisfied the lust we had for each other, the more we fell in love. We did everything together, classes, meals, studying, social activities, prayer, Mass and Communion. The most important part of our lives together was the intimacy and love we shared. We nourished each other, spiritually, emotionally and physically, we were deeply in love.
We occasionally talked about boys, but decided, for the time being, we did not need them. We had each other, and were quite content.
We were both taller than average and had long fingers. We were able to touch each other deep inside and glide three and four fingers along the roof of our fannies as we sucked each other’s clitorises, which brought pleasure that no penis could ever provide.
Though we had two beds, we slept together in one. We dearly loved each other’s bodies. We were not able to keep our hands off each other. We enjoyed each other’s charms three and four times a week, sometimes more when we were exceptionally aroused.
We nourished on each other, we loved that the most. At bedtime, after expressing our affection, we prayed, thanking God for bringing us together, allowing our love to blossom and the emotional and physical pleasure it gave us.
When we graduated, I volunteered for the army nurse corps in London. Sadly, Catherine’s parents made her return home where she became a nurse at a Yorkshire hospital where her father was chief surgeon. We reunited several times afterward. The reunions were ravenous, yet sweet and satisfying. Catherine met a young doctor and I met Phillip, and we drifted apart. I never saw her again.
For a while, I was sad and brokenhearted. However, once Phillip and I began physically enjoying each other, my longings for Catherine faded. Nevertheless, looking back, it was the most wonderful, enriching, fulfilling two years of my young life.
Fortunately, two months after Phillip left for North Africa, and for the following eight months, Rebecca, my neighbor on the next farm over, about 15 km away, and I became intimate. We were a wonderful source of comfort and support for
each other, meeting three and four times a week. She reminded me so much of Catherine, perhaps, that’s why I was so attracted to her.
For the first few times we were together, I thought I was with Catherine. Rebecca’s body, passion and responsiveness were so much like Catherine’s I could not tell the difference.
Rebecca was 30, and her husband, Robert, who was a little older, was an army captain who had also served in North Africa. Sadly, several months into our affair, Robert was wounded. After a stay in our London army hospital, he was sent home to convalesce, mostly bedridden and handicapped. My trysts with Rebecca became less frequent. When she could get her neighbor lady to look in on Robert, she would come over and spend an afternoon with me and we made heavenly love.
I also picked her up for Sunday Mass. Afterward, we would go to our favorite spot at the river and make love in the back seat of my car. Just as He did with Catherine and me, I was certain God was looking after Rebecca and me because our uniting seemed so divinely natural and beautiful.
Our affair started one Sunday after Mass. I invited Rebecca over for lunch and to spend the afternoon with me sewing and talking. Sitting next to each other having a cup of tea, we were commiserating the war, our loneliness, and how deprived we felt with our husbands being gone.
I casually mentioned how the ancient Greek and Roman women sought support and comfort among themselves because their wars were so long and their husbands gone for the duration. Not much had changed. Our husbands were gone for the duration, too! She smiled and said those Greek and Roman women were smart. Too bad we didn’t think that way today!
I replied those practices really haven’t changed, they are just less apparent. There were at least a dozen women from church whose husbands were gone and whose behavior seemed suspicious. I said this was also true of women living near the base whose husbands were gone. A number of them were now living together, too. She looked at me and smiled, seductively.
I put my hand on her leg and said we shouldn’t have to deprive ourselves, we were at war, and we each had to tend to our own needs. Sometimes, adjustments had to be made in how we satisfied them. Nodding her agreement, she
looked at me longingly.
With her hand touching my breast, and her lips parted, she leaned into me and we kissed for the first time, our lips open and wet.
We began to kiss more erotically, french kissing and lip sucking and holding each other tightly. We slid down on the couch, lying next to each other. Still kissing erotically and tenderly, I put my hand under her dress, sliding it above
her hose, feeling the soft, bare skin of her thighs. She placed her right leg up on the backrest of the couch, inviting my hand to explore her further.
Her knickers were damp as I moved my fingers up and down her opening from the outside. As she began to sigh, I moved her silk to the side so I could get to her source of pleasure. Her fanny was so beautiful and delectable. I wanted to take her right there, but decided to go slow, I didn’t want her to become anxious. I slowly and gently put my fingers inside, and she was all wet and slippery.
With two fingers in first, then, three, I began sliding them in and out, putting them in as far as they would go, then massaging the roof of her fanny while
rotating my thumb across her clitoris. She began panting, and kissing me back hard, her arms around my neck and back, telling me how wonderful it all felt, how much she loved what we were doing.
She said it had been so long since she had been loved, Robert was so incapacitated. I whispered I understood, I had been, equally, deprived. I asked her to lift up so I could slip her knickers off, she would enjoy what we were doing so much more. I told her I was here now, she was not alone any longer. I was going to love and comfort her, give her the sweet relief she needed.
As I glided three fingers back and forth on the roof of her fanny and circled her clitoris with my thumb, she gasped and gasped, her beautiful face looking so much like Catherine’s that first time we were together. With my lips wrapped around her lovely breast, I swirled my tongue around her long, thick nipple as she uttered her final gasp, then began whimpering, still slightly squirming, but calming.
Once Rebecca calmed, we traded positions. My knickers were wet and my fanny was pounding with excitement and anticipation. She slipped off my knickers and I placed my right leg on top of the backrest. She sucked and licked me
for over forty minutes, taking me to an unprecedented state of arousal. Slowly stroking the roof of my fanny with three fingers while sucking my clitoris, she brought me to a glorious first orgasm.
Not wanting to separate, she continued to gently and tenderly kiss, lick and suck my fanny until a second, longer and deeper orgasm exploded up and down my chasm, in my rectum, ending in my clitoris like a jolt of electricity. Oh! God! It was long, powerful and sweet, so heavenly! I had not had one like that in so long.
We calmed in each other’s arms for nearly an hour, kissing and necking, sucking each other’s titties and making finger love, each having two more joyous orgasms. We were so happy, so excited, so looking forward to being lovers, all amid whispers of affection and things to come.
Over the next few days, I realized how much I loved being with Rebecca. I had been without feminine love since my affair with Catherine over twenty years ago. It was now apparent how much I missed it. Rebecca was so exquisite, so sweet and virgin-like. She was all I thought about. She was much more than a sexual expedient.
The following Sunday, I picked Rebecca up for Mass in my car. Once we were away from her house and on the road, she moved over next to me and put her right arm around me and began kissing me on my neck and sucking on it. She put her left hand under my dress, gliding her fingers back and forth on my bare upper thigh, her fingers under my garter belt.
She said she was very randy, she was ovulating and felt warm and flushed all over. She wanted to go down to the river and make love, explaining we could go to a later Mass. She put her hand on my fanny and began massaging my silk. I spread my legs and she covered my entire fanny with her hand and was squeezing it and massaging it.
As arousal set in, I began to feel warm and flushed and my fanny began to throb. I turned right at the next crossroad that led to the river. We parked under a secluded crop of trees, mostly surrounded by high brush.
We got into the back seat and began kissing and necking. Rebecca was visibly aroused, trembling and panting. She said she was all wet and wanted me to massage her and put my fingers in deep, all five of them. She wanted to feel them way inside and wanted to cum that way.
She pulled down her blouse and brassiere and asked me to suck on her tits. She wanted me to love them while I fingered her. She repeated she was very
aroused and needed to cum, her fanny was quaking and needed relief.
Her tits were swollen and her nipples large and thick, so erotic and beautiful. I asked her if she wanted me to suck her fanny and cum that way. I would love to, if she wanted. She said it would take too long, she wanted to cum now. I could suck on her afterward, and she wanted that, too!
Her breathing was labored and deeper than before, she was beside herself with arousal and excitement. She put her hand on my wrist and pulled my entire hand inside her, breathing a loud sigh as it passed through her pubic bone. She asked me to speed up, she was so anxious to cum.
I did as she asked. With her head up against the top of the backrest, she groaned and groaned as she appeared to be having the orgasm of her life, first showing pain, then extreme ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles contracted on my hand, one after another, at least twelve times.
She was out of breath, whispering how wonderful it was, how much she loved me. She wanted to show her love and appreciation, to reciprocate.
We slipped down on the seat and began kissing feverishly. I was fully aroused. We got into that most intimate position, eagerly loving each other, her virgin-like fanny full of warm gush, all so erotic. Her lovely aromas and sweet nectar were so exhilarating. I was getting my fill as she moaned and moaned.
We languished this way for the longest time, both rotating into each other, sucking, licking and nourishing, then, speeding up slightly, going to heaven together over and over. For the next few minutes, we kissed softly and sweetly, whispering affectionately of love and devotion.
By the time we finished, it was too late for Mass so I took Rebecca home. We stopped before we got to her house to kiss and hug goodbye.
Disappointingly, Rebecca’s husband was not making satisfactory progress and the trips back and forth to the hospital became too burdensome. They rented their farm to an older couple and moved back into the city so they could be closer to the hospital and his doctors. Separating was traumatic for both of us, but our final afternoon together helped minimize the pain.
I had never been so close, as intimate with anyone as I had with Rebecca. Surprisingly, not even with Catherine or Phillip. My heart skipped beats when I was with her and we would melt in each other’s arms. When we were together we became one, embedded in each other, the ecstasy of our love and devotion so exquisite and wonderful.
Rebecca arrived at noon. Our plan was to have lunch, then spend the rest of the afternoon saying our goodbyes. We were so overwhelmed with emotion that the goodbyes started within minutes after she arrived. We did not eat lunch until 4pm.
We loved and pleasured each other over and over with bittersweet crying sessions in between. The intimacy and exquisite ecstasy of it all brought us a sense of joy and happiness, but also, one of sadness from the impending separation and how we would cope.
Being with Rebecca was the most wonderful and beautiful experience of my
life. I have never had anything as deeply satisfying as the pleasure I had being with her. I would not trade it for the world.
This goodbye session was, indeed, the most wonderful and loveliest of our affair. We each satiated the other along with whispers of love. We sealed our devotion for each other with our lips and tongues in the most intimate possible way, cries of sweet, gratifying ecstasy confirming our resolve.
She said she loved me with all her heart and didn’t know what she would do without me. I meant everything to her and I was all she thought about.
Crying, she said, even during those rare times when she was giving her husband his rightful affection, she would think of me, not him.
She hoped God would forgive her for her betrayal. I replied God was guiding our love. He had brought us together to love and comfort each other. War was a terrible time for all, and God was finding a way for us to get through it, to help us satisfy our needs.
We hugged and kissed for at least ten minutes at the front door, kissing each other’s tears away, both declaring our love over and over. We promised our separation was only temporary, we would meet again soon.
Holding hands, I walked her to her car. With my head through the window, I kissed her four or five more times, telling her how precious she was and how much I loved her, I would never forsake her.
As she drove away, headed toward the gate, she waved and waved. I waved back until she passed through the gate and I could no longer see her. I went into the house and cried and cried. At that moment, I realized what she truly meant to me. Though we were lovers for only eight months, I had fallen deeply in love with her and did not know what I would do now that she was gone.
*************************Continued In Chapter 2 - The Arrival - Please look for it soon.*************************
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Meanwhile, Ellie's longings for Phillip and her lustful cravings for love and gratification become so intense they lead her into several affairs, one, in the most extraordinary way possible.
The author describes Ellie’s journey in the genuine ambiance, language and jargon of the times. The author’s vivid, graphic and effective use of vintage images further enhances what is a compelling and erotic story of how a woman fills the voids created by war, and the adjustments she makes to accommodate her needs and cravings.
Since the story is relatively long, the author has published it in chapters. So, please, check back to read subsequent chapters. The author encourages readers to comment on her story and welcomes constructive criticism.
The Welcome Interloper - Chapter 1 - The Blitz & Fond Recollections
The searchlights and the explosions in the sky were especially bright and noisy, a surreal experience, indeed, from 65 kilometers away. For the first few nights, I could barely hear the noise and see the lights, but, tonight, was especially bright and loud, and there seemed to be more planes. I could hear them clearly, there were definitely more planes, and louder!
It was early September 1940, and the Battle of Britain...”The Blitz”...as it was called, was at a fever pitch!
My husband, Phillip, and I moved to the countryside three years earlier so we could develop the farm we purchased for our retirement, cultivate crops, raise a****ls, and enjoy solitude. Phillip was a career soldier, a Lt Colonel in the Royal Infantry. He was away in North Africa fighting the Germans and Italians. I hadn't heard from him in over two months. He had been gone over a year, now.
I chose to believe Phillip was safe and sound because I had not heard otherwise. I looked for a letter every day, but none came. I missed him terribly and was very lonely and distraught. Nights were especially stressful, particularly during the bombings. Sometimes I would wake up at night and reach for Phillip, and he wasn't there, only cold sheets and an empty pillow.
Occasionally, I would have sexual dreams about Phillip, making love with him inside me, something we did regularly and enjoyed very much. That was all missing now, and my cravings were going unsatisfied.
When I could no longer stand it, I would jill myself, sometimes for more than an hour, having several orgasms to quell the raging storm between my legs.
When I craved something inside me, I would use warm butter or oil and a banana when I could get one or a squash from my garden. Though I loved my orgasms and looked forward to them, there was nothing like human contact. I loved having Phillip inside me,
filling my hot, slippery fanny, especially when he ejaculated in me. I loved that the most.
We both loved sucking on each other, and I missed that terribly, too! Not having my breasts tended to by Phillip’s lips and tongue during orgasm was something I dearly missed as well! I was so immersed in my longings for love and comfort that I would sometimes dream
of Catherine, my nursing college lover.
Meeting and falling in love with Catherine seemed to be providentially inspired. It was late summer of 1915 and the campus was bustling with new students, all vying for classes and dormitory space.
The lines were long. The girl behind me in line bumped into me and my registration papers fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick them up, she did, too! She apologized, and introduced herself as Catherine Atkinson from Yorkshire. We were both 18, and this was our first time away from home.
We were instantly attracted to each other and spent most of the day together, standing in lines, getting classes together, and having lunch in the cafeteria. We did not have assigned roommates, so we decided to pair up. Those two years at nursing college rooming with Catherine were the loveliest of my young life.
Catherine was so sweet and lovely, and highly-sexed, just like me. By the third week, we became intimate, making the most wonderful love into the early morning, then again when we awoke. It was all so new, beautiful and exciting.
The more we satisfied the lust we had for each other, the more we fell in love. We did everything together, classes, meals, studying, social activities, prayer, Mass and Communion. The most important part of our lives together was the intimacy and love we shared. We nourished each other, spiritually, emotionally and physically, we were deeply in love.
We occasionally talked about boys, but decided, for the time being, we did not need them. We had each other, and were quite content.
We were both taller than average and had long fingers. We were able to touch each other deep inside and glide three and four fingers along the roof of our fannies as we sucked each other’s clitorises, which brought pleasure that no penis could ever provide.
Though we had two beds, we slept together in one. We dearly loved each other’s bodies. We were not able to keep our hands off each other. We enjoyed each other’s charms three and four times a week, sometimes more when we were exceptionally aroused.
We nourished on each other, we loved that the most. At bedtime, after expressing our affection, we prayed, thanking God for bringing us together, allowing our love to blossom and the emotional and physical pleasure it gave us.
When we graduated, I volunteered for the army nurse corps in London. Sadly, Catherine’s parents made her return home where she became a nurse at a Yorkshire hospital where her father was chief surgeon. We reunited several times afterward. The reunions were ravenous, yet sweet and satisfying. Catherine met a young doctor and I met Phillip, and we drifted apart. I never saw her again.
For a while, I was sad and brokenhearted. However, once Phillip and I began physically enjoying each other, my longings for Catherine faded. Nevertheless, looking back, it was the most wonderful, enriching, fulfilling two years of my young life.
Fortunately, two months after Phillip left for North Africa, and for the following eight months, Rebecca, my neighbor on the next farm over, about 15 km away, and I became intimate. We were a wonderful source of comfort and support for
each other, meeting three and four times a week. She reminded me so much of Catherine, perhaps, that’s why I was so attracted to her.
For the first few times we were together, I thought I was with Catherine. Rebecca’s body, passion and responsiveness were so much like Catherine’s I could not tell the difference.
Rebecca was 30, and her husband, Robert, who was a little older, was an army captain who had also served in North Africa. Sadly, several months into our affair, Robert was wounded. After a stay in our London army hospital, he was sent home to convalesce, mostly bedridden and handicapped. My trysts with Rebecca became less frequent. When she could get her neighbor lady to look in on Robert, she would come over and spend an afternoon with me and we made heavenly love.
I also picked her up for Sunday Mass. Afterward, we would go to our favorite spot at the river and make love in the back seat of my car. Just as He did with Catherine and me, I was certain God was looking after Rebecca and me because our uniting seemed so divinely natural and beautiful.
Our affair started one Sunday after Mass. I invited Rebecca over for lunch and to spend the afternoon with me sewing and talking. Sitting next to each other having a cup of tea, we were commiserating the war, our loneliness, and how deprived we felt with our husbands being gone.
I casually mentioned how the ancient Greek and Roman women sought support and comfort among themselves because their wars were so long and their husbands gone for the duration. Not much had changed. Our husbands were gone for the duration, too! She smiled and said those Greek and Roman women were smart. Too bad we didn’t think that way today!
I replied those practices really haven’t changed, they are just less apparent. There were at least a dozen women from church whose husbands were gone and whose behavior seemed suspicious. I said this was also true of women living near the base whose husbands were gone. A number of them were now living together, too. She looked at me and smiled, seductively.
I put my hand on her leg and said we shouldn’t have to deprive ourselves, we were at war, and we each had to tend to our own needs. Sometimes, adjustments had to be made in how we satisfied them. Nodding her agreement, she
looked at me longingly.
With her hand touching my breast, and her lips parted, she leaned into me and we kissed for the first time, our lips open and wet.
We began to kiss more erotically, french kissing and lip sucking and holding each other tightly. We slid down on the couch, lying next to each other. Still kissing erotically and tenderly, I put my hand under her dress, sliding it above
her hose, feeling the soft, bare skin of her thighs. She placed her right leg up on the backrest of the couch, inviting my hand to explore her further.
Her knickers were damp as I moved my fingers up and down her opening from the outside. As she began to sigh, I moved her silk to the side so I could get to her source of pleasure. Her fanny was so beautiful and delectable. I wanted to take her right there, but decided to go slow, I didn’t want her to become anxious. I slowly and gently put my fingers inside, and she was all wet and slippery.
With two fingers in first, then, three, I began sliding them in and out, putting them in as far as they would go, then massaging the roof of her fanny while
rotating my thumb across her clitoris. She began panting, and kissing me back hard, her arms around my neck and back, telling me how wonderful it all felt, how much she loved what we were doing.
She said it had been so long since she had been loved, Robert was so incapacitated. I whispered I understood, I had been, equally, deprived. I asked her to lift up so I could slip her knickers off, she would enjoy what we were doing so much more. I told her I was here now, she was not alone any longer. I was going to love and comfort her, give her the sweet relief she needed.
As I glided three fingers back and forth on the roof of her fanny and circled her clitoris with my thumb, she gasped and gasped, her beautiful face looking so much like Catherine’s that first time we were together. With my lips wrapped around her lovely breast, I swirled my tongue around her long, thick nipple as she uttered her final gasp, then began whimpering, still slightly squirming, but calming.
Once Rebecca calmed, we traded positions. My knickers were wet and my fanny was pounding with excitement and anticipation. She slipped off my knickers and I placed my right leg on top of the backrest. She sucked and licked me
for over forty minutes, taking me to an unprecedented state of arousal. Slowly stroking the roof of my fanny with three fingers while sucking my clitoris, she brought me to a glorious first orgasm.
Not wanting to separate, she continued to gently and tenderly kiss, lick and suck my fanny until a second, longer and deeper orgasm exploded up and down my chasm, in my rectum, ending in my clitoris like a jolt of electricity. Oh! God! It was long, powerful and sweet, so heavenly! I had not had one like that in so long.
We calmed in each other’s arms for nearly an hour, kissing and necking, sucking each other’s titties and making finger love, each having two more joyous orgasms. We were so happy, so excited, so looking forward to being lovers, all amid whispers of affection and things to come.
Over the next few days, I realized how much I loved being with Rebecca. I had been without feminine love since my affair with Catherine over twenty years ago. It was now apparent how much I missed it. Rebecca was so exquisite, so sweet and virgin-like. She was all I thought about. She was much more than a sexual expedient.
The following Sunday, I picked Rebecca up for Mass in my car. Once we were away from her house and on the road, she moved over next to me and put her right arm around me and began kissing me on my neck and sucking on it. She put her left hand under my dress, gliding her fingers back and forth on my bare upper thigh, her fingers under my garter belt.
She said she was very randy, she was ovulating and felt warm and flushed all over. She wanted to go down to the river and make love, explaining we could go to a later Mass. She put her hand on my fanny and began massaging my silk. I spread my legs and she covered my entire fanny with her hand and was squeezing it and massaging it.
As arousal set in, I began to feel warm and flushed and my fanny began to throb. I turned right at the next crossroad that led to the river. We parked under a secluded crop of trees, mostly surrounded by high brush.
We got into the back seat and began kissing and necking. Rebecca was visibly aroused, trembling and panting. She said she was all wet and wanted me to massage her and put my fingers in deep, all five of them. She wanted to feel them way inside and wanted to cum that way.
She pulled down her blouse and brassiere and asked me to suck on her tits. She wanted me to love them while I fingered her. She repeated she was very
aroused and needed to cum, her fanny was quaking and needed relief.
Her tits were swollen and her nipples large and thick, so erotic and beautiful. I asked her if she wanted me to suck her fanny and cum that way. I would love to, if she wanted. She said it would take too long, she wanted to cum now. I could suck on her afterward, and she wanted that, too!
Her breathing was labored and deeper than before, she was beside herself with arousal and excitement. She put her hand on my wrist and pulled my entire hand inside her, breathing a loud sigh as it passed through her pubic bone. She asked me to speed up, she was so anxious to cum.
I did as she asked. With her head up against the top of the backrest, she groaned and groaned as she appeared to be having the orgasm of her life, first showing pain, then extreme ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles contracted on my hand, one after another, at least twelve times.
She was out of breath, whispering how wonderful it was, how much she loved me. She wanted to show her love and appreciation, to reciprocate.
We slipped down on the seat and began kissing feverishly. I was fully aroused. We got into that most intimate position, eagerly loving each other, her virgin-like fanny full of warm gush, all so erotic. Her lovely aromas and sweet nectar were so exhilarating. I was getting my fill as she moaned and moaned.
We languished this way for the longest time, both rotating into each other, sucking, licking and nourishing, then, speeding up slightly, going to heaven together over and over. For the next few minutes, we kissed softly and sweetly, whispering affectionately of love and devotion.
By the time we finished, it was too late for Mass so I took Rebecca home. We stopped before we got to her house to kiss and hug goodbye.
Disappointingly, Rebecca’s husband was not making satisfactory progress and the trips back and forth to the hospital became too burdensome. They rented their farm to an older couple and moved back into the city so they could be closer to the hospital and his doctors. Separating was traumatic for both of us, but our final afternoon together helped minimize the pain.
I had never been so close, as intimate with anyone as I had with Rebecca. Surprisingly, not even with Catherine or Phillip. My heart skipped beats when I was with her and we would melt in each other’s arms. When we were together we became one, embedded in each other, the ecstasy of our love and devotion so exquisite and wonderful.
Rebecca arrived at noon. Our plan was to have lunch, then spend the rest of the afternoon saying our goodbyes. We were so overwhelmed with emotion that the goodbyes started within minutes after she arrived. We did not eat lunch until 4pm.
We loved and pleasured each other over and over with bittersweet crying sessions in between. The intimacy and exquisite ecstasy of it all brought us a sense of joy and happiness, but also, one of sadness from the impending separation and how we would cope.
Being with Rebecca was the most wonderful and beautiful experience of my
life. I have never had anything as deeply satisfying as the pleasure I had being with her. I would not trade it for the world.
This goodbye session was, indeed, the most wonderful and loveliest of our affair. We each satiated the other along with whispers of love. We sealed our devotion for each other with our lips and tongues in the most intimate possible way, cries of sweet, gratifying ecstasy confirming our resolve.
She said she loved me with all her heart and didn’t know what she would do without me. I meant everything to her and I was all she thought about.
Crying, she said, even during those rare times when she was giving her husband his rightful affection, she would think of me, not him.
She hoped God would forgive her for her betrayal. I replied God was guiding our love. He had brought us together to love and comfort each other. War was a terrible time for all, and God was finding a way for us to get through it, to help us satisfy our needs.
We hugged and kissed for at least ten minutes at the front door, kissing each other’s tears away, both declaring our love over and over. We promised our separation was only temporary, we would meet again soon.
Holding hands, I walked her to her car. With my head through the window, I kissed her four or five more times, telling her how precious she was and how much I loved her, I would never forsake her.
As she drove away, headed toward the gate, she waved and waved. I waved back until she passed through the gate and I could no longer see her. I went into the house and cried and cried. At that moment, I realized what she truly meant to me. Though we were lovers for only eight months, I had fallen deeply in love with her and did not know what I would do now that she was gone.
*************************Continued In Chapter 2 - The Arrival - Please look for it soon.*************************
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