April

The 2-hour trip seemed to just fly right by us as we talked and shared histories. I gave him a bit of a run down of some of the events in my life so far, and he shared with me the details of his rocky marriage. What he told me was pretty much a detailed version of the condensed rumours that were extremely persistent in the small town where he lived.

They had met a couple of years after they finished school, and much to his family’s dismay – he loved her deeply and was ready to spend his life with her. His parents did not agree with the marriage, but they stood and supported him right up until the day they died, and this was when the problems really began to surface with his wife.

His wife had become enraged the day the Will was read, as for some reason she had assumed that his parents would name her one of the beneficiaries, she thought she had some claim since she was married to their son. It was not the case, especially since his parents had not wanted her to be part of the family to begin with. They did however establish a significant trust, so that when they had children their future would be financially sound.

I held his hand tightly to offer him my support, as he continued to tell me how she laughed at him like a mad woman when this clause was read – she told him that she never had any intention of ever giving him children and she then stormed out of the solicitors office.

From that day she had taken a string of lovers, parading them around town and even bringing them home at times. Eventually I had to ask him why he was still with her, and he told me he wanted to believe he still loved her and hoped that she would realise that and take the chance to sort things out.

I then wanted to ask him why I was now here with him if he loved her so much, but before the words even left my mouth he told me that he now believed that he didn’t love her as deeply as he once did – he was worried that all he felt for her now was a responsibility to protect her from herself, and pity, which was something that he felt for both him and his wife.

The mood and atmosphere had changed dramatically during the trip, but it was nothing I tried to rectify – he seemed to need to get this off his chest, to have someone apart from his brother’s, listen to his story, to understand what he had been living with these last few years… plus I though he may have been trying to justify why I was now in his ute and on my way to his family farm.

His mood completely changed as we left the main road and passed the gates onto his family farm, a smile once again reached his eyes as we neared the main house. There were 2 other cars parked by the front of the house, which belonged to his brothers he explained. After we pulled up I was glad to get out and stretch my legs, and was happy to see him walk around the ute and take my hand.

Walking up the front steps of the house, he gripped my hand tighter as we walked through the front door. As I took in the entrance hall, I heard talking coming from somewhere else in the house. He noticed my eyes moving to the direction of the sound and assured me that his brothers would have no problem with me being here – I did find this to be true later on in the evening.

He kissed me once again, and I felt the need return. We were no longer restricted by the space in the ute and the kiss intensified, hands with minds of their own went seeking bare flesh, I wanted to feel him to hold him against me and this was something I knew he wanted also. He groaned as he had to break the kiss once more, but this time it was just a brief interruption as he quickly led me to his bedroom.

Once behind the closed door of his room, we were quickly locked in our embrace again. We slowly moved across the bedroom as we helped each other remove the pieces of fabric that were in our way, when the sound of water running startled me. He had manoeuvred us into his bathroom, and for a brief second I was torn between him and the steamy hot water.

“I hope you are not trying to tell me that I smell?” I smiled at him as I traced the edge of his jaw with my tongue.

“You do smell, but I love the smell of the rain on your skin” he had assured me, then he reminded me that we had been traipsing thought mud earlier in the day and thought I may have appreciated the chance to clean it off.

I was grateful now that I had remembered the rain and mud, and sighed as I felt the hot water engulf me as I stepped into the shower. He was quickly behind me, soap in hand which I took. As I soaped my hands up I told him to turn around. I was more than thankful now for the shower idea as my soapy hands glided over his shoulders and down his back. I heard his breath catch as I moved my body closer, and reach my hands around his chest. Feeling his heart beating, his nipples hardening under my touch while I washed his chest was one on the most erotic things I had ever experienced up until that point in my life.

Slowly I let my fingers feel his skin as I washed him, and eventually they began their decent only to be stopped just as I passed his belly button. He turned to face me once more, and this time I could see that there was more of an urgency to his need, it was an urgency I more than shared and was ready for. His lips came crushing down on mine once again; my breasts were hard up against his chest as his hands reached down to grab my arse and pull me closer. I couldn’t help but grind myself against his hard cock, which was now tightly wedged, between our bodies causing both of us to moan at the sensation.

The next thing I knew he gripped my leg and pulled it up around his waist, his cock paused at my entrances as he asked me one more time if I was sure that I wanted him. There was no need for words as I pushed my hips out slightly and my fingers gripped his shoulders in anticipation.

I cried out as I felt his cock push inch by inch into my pussy, and as much as I was enjoying the pleasure of him filling my body, I was grateful for the time given for me to adjust and welcome him. Once I had taken his entire length, we held on to each other as he began to thrust with more purpose, the urgency building a fast pace as our bodies took over seeking out our much-needed release.

Our mouths were locked together; our tongues danced and caressed one another as he pulled me down on him, trying to get deeper than I had ever thought possible. In response my pussy began to clamp down around him, trying to pull him back in each time he began to withdraw. My skin was alive to his touch, and I could feel the first waves of pleasure from my orgasm building, when he broke our kiss. Leaning in closer to me, he whispered that he was almost there.

The joy I had experienced with that admission was enough to have me clinging to his shoulders for support, as I felt my orgasm hit me with full force. I felt like I was going to drown in the pleasure and my fingers now digging into his shoulders was the only thing that was going to keep me from being washed away.

Within seconds I heard him cry out and his body tensed, as the warmth from his cum filled me. We held each other tightly, still locked together as we both came back down to earth and breathing and heart rates had a chance to slow. He began to slowly thrust again sending electric shocks through my now sensitive body, which caused me to clamp down on his now very sensitive cock.

I felt him soften as he kissed me again, the passion still there but the urgency was gone. We began to untangle ourselves and went back to washing each other’s bodies, still exploring and caressing until the water began to cool.

Wrapped in a thick fluffy bath towel, he reached out for my hand and led me back to the bedroom. Reaching for my towel, he gave it a gentle tug and I was standing before him naked once again. Drawing me towards the bed, he suddenly laughed as he pulled me down beside him.

“This time, I promise we will do this properly”