Tim And Abbie 26 Taking Les Out
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Tim And Abbie 24: Les Continues Her Story free porn video
Tim leaves for a while to get ice cream for dessert. Also, for some time to think about what Leslie has told them. Today, which was supposed to be celebrating Abbie and him together, has taken a strange, and to him, a somewhat bothersome turn. He needs some time to sort it all out. Abbie knew that instinctually, offering him a way to step away for a bit.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Abbie turns to Les. Abbie urges her to tell about how sensational sex was with Cyn the first time. Les laughs and kids that Abbie must have some voyeuristic tendencies. Abbie joins her, laughing, and then Les does spill all.
That afternoon was memorable. Something I would have never thought possible. After on my lap kissing, I stood and carried her with her legs around my waist into my house. Cyn never weighed very much, so it was easy to do.
I took her to my bedroom and sat her on my bed. Lifting her dress up and off her. Then her knickers and bra. She was magnificent to look at. Cyn just stared at me as I first took my shirt off, then undid my pants and took them down with my panties. I hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.
The look on Cyn’s face as she gazed and devoured all of me was awesome. I leaned into her and kissed her again. As I pressed her back on the bed and laid on top of her, our bodies were on fire. Such simple touches - our nipples for the first time rubbing against each other; our mons pressing together; sent tremors through both of us.
We were both gasping for air.
It was funny, in a way. I thought I was going to have to lead each step of the way. Instead, after kissing and our bodies pressing together, Cyn rolled us on our sides. She moved down to take my nipple into her mouth. It must have been something she had long been craving to do as she sucked and sucked on it. Cyn ran her tongue all around my areola and breasts before moving to the other.
It felt so good I let her continue for several minutes. But then pulled her to me again and kissed her over and over. As we kissed, I rolled her on her back. One final kiss and I move my hands and mouth down over her body. I spread her legs wide and lifted them over my shoulders as my head dropped to pleasure her gates to heaven so they would open.
I remember every detail of that day, as it was the first of twenty years of loving devotion between us.
I sucked her labia and made them red and swollen and easy to slide apart. And there before me was the motherload. I licked up and down her wet, dripping slit, tasting Cyn for the first time. It was fantastic. Cyn moaned as I licked more and more. I was then pressing my fingers up into her vag, searching for her g-spot. Once found, she was wiggling with delight. I concentrated my tongue efforts on her clit.
She came for the first time with a woman spectacularly. Her whole body shook as she reached that summit and dived into it. Panting, shivering, and crying some, I took her in my arms and caressed her back and head as she calmed.
Cyn could not thank me enough when she calmed. I had to stop her by kissing her again and again.
I was content that day just to give Cyn pleasure. But Cyn had other ideas. As soon as she calmed, Cyn pressed me on my back and was quickly between my thighs. For a novice, I was surprised at how well she knew what to do.
She had me dripping more and more, wanting to feel her fingers and mouth on my lower lips. Cyn was perfect. She got me started with finger fucking me, and then her tongue came into play over my clit, licking, sucking, teasing me, to new levels. When finally she allowed me to release, my body was trembling as much as hers had. It was close, if not the best, sex I ever had.
We spent the next hour lying in bed, stroking each other as we talked about what this all meant. I did not want to ruin the friendship we developed but could not see going back to just that after today.
Cyn agreed. She wanted this with me. I told her how I had always been the dom in relationships, and she snuggled up to me and told me she would be my sub-slave, whatever I wanted. She even whispered that perhaps having someone controlling her would be the best thing for her.
Reading her letter to Tim, I learned something I never knew. I had disappeared for two days after that afternoon. I never knew how much it devastated her. After talking about what we wanted that afternoon, I freaked. Could this between us actually happen? What I so wanted then, someone to love unquestionably. While we said it would not change things, it would so much.
I did go to see the woman I had broken up with six months before. She had continued to leave phone messages for me about how she wanted me back, needed me so. It took a full day, into the late night, to get it through her head that it was totally over and to stop contacting me.
Then I drove on to the shore. I needed time to sort everything out. But in the end, I was sure that for the first time, I wanted to be with someone, Cyn, for the long term. Not just a while of sexual play, but everything a genuine commitment would be. All my relationships before had only lasted a couple of years at best, but with Cyn, becoming good friends first, was so different.
I returned home that next day, and so, it began.
We would spend many afternoons in bed while Tim was at school and even an occasional night when I would slip into her bed after Tim was sound asleep. It was wonderful to spend the night together. But I was always careful that I was out the door before Tim got up.
Twenty years this continued. Well, the last six months of her life when cancer overtook Cyn, it was just holding her and comforting her.
Abbie has tears in her eyes, which she brushes away at this point. She takes Les’s hand and tells her that what she feels about Tim is the same. The first time she truly feels love for someone and wanting to make it a lifetime commitment. Les smiles through tears and says she could tell that about Abbie and Tim and hopes it does all work out.
As this final statement is uttered, the door opens, and Tim is back with ice cream. He took a while, pondering all Les had told them so far. Tim is beginning to grasp the feeling the two women had for each other. It is how he feels about Abbie. But it hurts him that they never shared it with him. Both loving him and each other, but leaving out the part about what was between them.
Abbie and Les greet him warmly, and Abbie moves to help him serve up the ice cream. She gets a bottle of Grand Marnier and glasses to enjoy with the ice cream. While Tim was gone, Les and Abbie finished off the last of the wine.
All served, Tim sits down again. He asks Les, “So from that first day, you and my mother were lovers? How did you make it work without me knowing? And why didn’t you let me know? I understand why as a child, but as I grew older and could understand, why not then? Or after my mother died?”
Les heavily sighs and looks at Tim with great compassion.
Yes, it did go on from there for the next twenty years until your mother died. We were more than just lovers, we were friends, companions, and both wholly concerned about your welfare.
From that beginning, Cyn and I would be together during the afternoons when I wasn’t lecturing. Cyn would get all her work done in the morning, so we could have a good three hours while Tim was at school. But it wasn’t just romping in the hay. We cared about each other, had wonderful conversations, and enjoyed doing things with you together. Tim, you did come to think of me as part of your family, didn’t you?
Tim only nodded in reply, remembering how it was him, his mother, and Leslie so much of the time.
A few years into our relationship, probably when you were about nine, on the weekends we were at the street market together. Your mother telling you about the different herbs and spices offered, and how to choose the best cuts of meat, and more. As usual, as we walked around, both your mother and I had our arms around your shoulders between us. Behind your neck, our fingers were linked together also. It was a natural way to keep you safe.
Unbeknownst to Cyn and me, Thomas was at the market also that day. Later, it came out that he would often go there to get a glimpse of you. Tim, understand, while your father could not personally interact with you, he was for years and years interested in how you were doing and what you became.
But that day at the market, it took a turn. Thomas saw the three of us from a way off. Not so far as he could not see the looks Cyn and I passed between us, or how our hands were intertwined. Thomas comprehended what was between your mother and me. He realized how it explained why Cynthia wasn’t writing him as often with updates on Tim.
A couple of days later, while you were at school, your mother and I were in bed, when the doorbell rang, over and over. Cyn quickly dressed, as did I, and we hurried downstairs. We were a bit disheveled, I am sure. Thomas was standing at the door. Cyn was surprised, to say the least, to see him. He came in and seeing me there too seems to enrage him even more.
Thomas told us he knew what is going on between us, and it must end. I was proud of your mother as she told Thomas he had no voice in what she now did or did not do. He backed down a little but demanded that we keep our affair private and not confuse Tim over it.
Cyn understanding his concern, and not wanting you to find out either, agreed, and reluctantly I did also. Neither of us liked the situation. But, considering already the burden you were carrying being born out of wedlock, we did not want to add to it.
Seeing Thomas’s response from finding out, was in some ways surprising. He was the one to put your mother into the position she was. It was enough, especially for Cyn, to not want anything to ever surface about us too. I felt when you got a little older, you should be told. Every time I brought it up, Cyn would beg me not to. And so I did until now, Tim, you finding out.
But know, Tim, your mother meant so much to me. It is why, since her death, I have not been with anyone else as I had no desire to. She had been my love.
All three of them are in tears as Les finishes. Tim moves to hug her and tell her thanks for being open with him. He still has mixed feelings about all of it, but he is beginning to understand. And even kids Les that if he had been less dense and more observant, he might have noticed what really was between his mother and her all those years.
Tim moves over the counter where he left the box of letters and picks it and the other smaller box up. He hands the letters to Les, telling her he had only glanced at a couple, but they were hers. Tears still flowing, Les thanks him.
Les tells him, “While regularly together, Cyn and I would often exchange notes and letters expressing our feelings about each other. Some were mailed, most just left for the other to find after a coupling between us.”
Tim and Abbie smile at this thoughtful jester. Both think that perhaps it is something they should do to keep their relationship healthy and strong.
Tim hands Les the ring box, “I think this is yours also. I know my mother wore it for years, and I never knew where it came from, but realize it had to be from you.”
Les, tears streaming down her face now, lifts her left hand to show the ring Tim remembering her wearing for years also. It is different, but now Tim sees the similarities between it and his mother’s ring. Les takes the ring Tim has given her and puts it on her right ring finger. It seems proper as she clasps her hands together.
“Thank you, Tim. I am sorry you had to find out this way. I have wanted to tell you since your mother died but felt bound by the promise I made to her, not to let you know. Like you, if I had known about this letter she left you, I would have explained things then. But, perhaps this is the correct moment in time when finally things are opened fully between us,” Les tells Tim as she hugs him.
Abbie is crying now watching all this. Les goes to her, picks up a napkin, and wipes her eyes of all the mascara running. Kisses her cheeks and tells her quietly, “I thank you as I have a feeling you helped Tim pave this path to understand about his mother.”
Abbie smiles at Les and just nods.
As Les, gets herself ready to leave now, Abbie blurts out, “Les, how would you like to join Tim and me at the street market tomorrow? We went the first time a few weeks ago, and now that we are settling in it would be fun to look around together. Especially now knowing it was a place you and Cyn liked to take Tim as a boy.”
Les thanks her, looks to Tim to see if he would want her too, or need time apart from her to contemplate things more. He smiles and tells Les that yes, please join them. It seems all, for the most part, is right with them. Les agrees, asking what time they were thinking about going.
Plans confirmed, Les leaves them for the short trek across the drives to her door. When she turns to look back as she unlocks her door, she sees Tim standing in his doorway, watching her get home safely.
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