The Visit – 4

Her legs were now pressing against the bed and he was looking straight up at her. “I’m afraid something’s going to happen. And I don’t want it to.”

(Continued from The Visit – 3)

“If you don’t want it to, it won’t”, he said.

“It’s not that easy.”

A tear glistened in the gray light coming through the window.

“I can’t help myself. I’m sorry. This is so bad.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He reached up and brushed the tear from her face before awkwardly squeezing then patting her shoulder. “Do you want to spank me again?” There was no answer. “It’s OK if you want to…”

“No” she whispered allowing her hand to slither under the bedclothes and hover, barely touching his cock, rising like a cobra to the flute. “I don’t want to spank you again.” She pressed her palm lightly onto the hardening bulb blooming through the fly in his boxers. “This is so bad”, she said keeping her hand where it was. “This is so bad”, became her litany, repeated over and over in hopes the droning lamentation might mitigate any repercussions of what was to come.

She unsnapped her jeans and slid them easily over her hips to the floor. Her eyes, adjusted to the light in the room, looked for a reaction. He was up on an elbow watching, desperately wanting to turn on the lamp but fearing light would somehow break a spell and everything would disappear in a puff. Afraid of words, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down and off. His eyes settled on the dark patch below her belly. Having glanced it before in no way diminished the wonder of beholding it presented to him at eye level.

He reached out then and put his hand on her bare hip registering that this was the first such touch he’d ever had. Her skin was warm and tight across the bone.

“Your shirt too”, he said rubbing the side of her thigh in a way he thought was tender.

“Naw, come on. I have tiny boobs”.

“They’re fine for me. Come on…”

“Brat…” she whispered with a rueful smile.

(Continuing…)

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