| Author: | Annie DuBois | ISBN: | 1230000164600 |
| Publisher: | Annie DuBois Erotic Fiction | Publication: | November 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Annie DuBois |
| ISBN: | 1230000164600 |
| Publisher: | Annie DuBois Erotic Fiction |
| Publication: | November 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After a difficult night of babysitting little Jordan McManus, Lena Crawly decides to have a drink with her employer, Thomas. One drink turns leads to three, and Mr. McManus spills his guts about his marital problems. Things start to get hot and heavy before Lena lets out a confession: she's a virgin!
Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of both m/f and f/f sex. Not for the prudish!
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The older man put his hands around Lena’s slender waist and pulled her close. She pushed him away and sat atop one of the counters. Picking up a red delicious from a hanging fruit basket, Lena bit into it.
“So, when’s the last time you two did it?”
“A year and a half,” said Thomas, seemingly unperturbed by the nature of Lena’s question.
“Good God, man! A year and a half? Then you must be going out on her as well.”
“What can I say? I never claimed to be a saint.”
Lena hopped off the counter, took another bite of her apple and stared pacing around Thomas, slowly.
“Why drag it out like this? If you two are both done with it, why not just cut your losses, shake hands, and call it quits?”
“We got a kid, girlfriend. Wanted to give it the old college try.”
“I can respect that Thomas. You’re a respectable man, Mr. McManus. Can I call you Mr. McManus?”
“You can call me whatever you’d like, love.”
Lena threw down her apple and jumped into his arms, their lips locked and their hands straying north, south, east and west. Thomas turned and set her on the counter, tearing off her blouse and undoing her bra, exposing her porcelain hued tits. Lena let out a moan as Thomas squeezed her nipple, the young woman’s body convulsing in pleasure. As his hands moved up her skirt and touched the fringes of her already moist panties, Lena pulled away.
“Thomas, stop. I…” her voice trailed off.
“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked, nibbling at the nape of her neck.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she confessed, beginning to button back up her blouse.
“What, been with a married man? Look Lena, things are over between Bev and I. Caput. Finished.”
Lena turned red and looked down at her toes.
“No, I mean I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m a virgin.”
After a difficult night of babysitting little Jordan McManus, Lena Crawly decides to have a drink with her employer, Thomas. One drink turns leads to three, and Mr. McManus spills his guts about his marital problems. Things start to get hot and heavy before Lena lets out a confession: she's a virgin!
Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of both m/f and f/f sex. Not for the prudish!
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The older man put his hands around Lena’s slender waist and pulled her close. She pushed him away and sat atop one of the counters. Picking up a red delicious from a hanging fruit basket, Lena bit into it.
“So, when’s the last time you two did it?”
“A year and a half,” said Thomas, seemingly unperturbed by the nature of Lena’s question.
“Good God, man! A year and a half? Then you must be going out on her as well.”
“What can I say? I never claimed to be a saint.”
Lena hopped off the counter, took another bite of her apple and stared pacing around Thomas, slowly.
“Why drag it out like this? If you two are both done with it, why not just cut your losses, shake hands, and call it quits?”
“We got a kid, girlfriend. Wanted to give it the old college try.”
“I can respect that Thomas. You’re a respectable man, Mr. McManus. Can I call you Mr. McManus?”
“You can call me whatever you’d like, love.”
Lena threw down her apple and jumped into his arms, their lips locked and their hands straying north, south, east and west. Thomas turned and set her on the counter, tearing off her blouse and undoing her bra, exposing her porcelain hued tits. Lena let out a moan as Thomas squeezed her nipple, the young woman’s body convulsing in pleasure. As his hands moved up her skirt and touched the fringes of her already moist panties, Lena pulled away.
“Thomas, stop. I…” her voice trailed off.
“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked, nibbling at the nape of her neck.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she confessed, beginning to button back up her blouse.
“What, been with a married man? Look Lena, things are over between Bev and I. Caput. Finished.”
Lena turned red and looked down at her toes.
“No, I mean I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m a virgin.”
