The damp spot, again. Rachel xstorys brother and sister in night in the middle of her living room. Large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa and coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the polished ash effect top.
Jim's television sat brooding and silent in the far corner, silently observing her return to her home after so long. Her reflection dimly mirrored in the black glass. A still, thin figure, dressed in jeans and a shirt as it surveyed the room. The television was definitely Jim's. He bought it on a whim, not discussing it with her, just rubbing his hands together like Uriah Heap in anticipation of the delivery truck. Rachel hated it.
For one thing, it was way too big for the room and dominated more than the corner it had been banished to. The remote was also on the coffee table, partially hidden by one of her magazines. She continued her sweeping survey, seeing the familiar trappings of her home, but feeling like an intruder on a past life.
A previous chapter, that was now irrevocably closed, never to be reopened. And then, her hand flew to her mouth in an effort to stifle it before it escaped from her mouth, between her teeth to rattle around the room and bounce of the walls. Either her hand wasn't quick enough or the gaps between her fingers allowed the sob to pass. It was only the one, heaving sob, short, but full of sorrow and a lonely anguish.
It came from the heart, a place she had hoped her extended stay away had capped off, but returning home had reopened the wound. The memories of Jim, lying on the sofa, watching the figures on his prized possession, yelling at the team or the referee or contestants in a game show, were so stark.
The time since his death had not diminished the expectancy of him. Painfully close was his voice, his space, even the smell of him. Rachel stood; eyes closed and relived snippets of conversation, demands for food, tea, to get out of the way. The cadences of his voice so familiar, the way he growled as he snoozed in his favourite place. And then there was his smell, ingrained in the cushions on the settee, absorbed in the leather and permeated into every surface.
The polish that had been used by the cleaners did not have a strong enough scent to mask Jim's musk. A smell that she missed now and in a heart aching moment of remembrance, craved in the basest sense. It was more than she could take in. Rachel almost bolted. She even felt her feet shuffle in readiness to fly from the house, slam the front door stroke academy femdom joi with brookelynne briar just keep on running until she fell off the edge of the world.
Her six months away had not been enough. The wound was still too raw for her to return to London and try to pick up her life, sans Jim. It was too soon. She didn't bolt from the house though.
Instead, she stood in the middle of the front room, her face in her hands as she soaked up the misery until it spilled over and she sobbed in wracking heaves. Jim being taken from her so violently was not how it was supposed to be. Being a victim in a road traffic accident was not part of the plan. He was standing in a queue for a bus when the drunk driver mowed him and two others down.
It was not fair and his life was cut short, all too soon as were their plans for the future. Marriage, kids and a long happy life had bigass black goddes oiled up and doggystyled been extinguished in a fraction of a second. Being told he would not have known much about it didn't help. She knew he would have looked to see what it was hurtling towards him, bouncing off of a brick wall.
She knew he would have seen it coming and that was the real horror Rachel could not cope with. It was a sequence of footage that played over and over in a continuous loop. For six months, spent at her parent's home in Surrey, she had sobbed, had grieved and tried to overcome the heart break.
Dad had been especially supportive, silently grasping her and holding her head oral pleasure and hard sex homemade hardcore his chest while she cried her anguish out. He rarely said anything as she broke down. He was just there. He had been her rock and steadying post. Then, when he judged the time to korea stepmotsex storiesr and stepson sex right they talked and talked, far into the night and early morning.
It was the point in which Rachel decided to take control of her life again; return to the house and become Rachel; on her own two feet, ready to face the world again. Besides, she had begun to feel resentment from her mother, perhaps a rivalry for Dad's affections or simply, two women in the same space.
Her resolve had been solid and even she had begun to believe in it, but then, here she was, in pieces and totally undone. Her grief exhausted her.
Rachel was bone weary again, a condition she thought was better, until her return to the house. Perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps it might never be right. She was too tired to think about the immediate future. She went to bed, not even taking her clothes off and slept a fitful night, full of dreams and memories that hurt.
The sound of cheering woke her the next morning. At first, she could not work out where it was coming from, but then, as her senses came back to her and sleep receded, she realised the sounds were coming from downstairs. She leapt out of bed and hurried down the stairs. The television was on with the sound far too high. A football match was playing, a re-run from the weekend she guessed. Rachel hit the remote and turned the sound down and spun on her heel to admonish Jim for his thoughtlessness.
He wasn't there. How could he be? Jim was dead. In that brief moment, she had fully expected to see him slouched across the settee in his boxers. It was a shock that he wasn't and then a deeper shock when she remembered why he couldn't be.
She picked up the remote and pressed the power switch and wondered how the set had come on without her pressing buttons.
Perhaps it had a timer or switched on when certain programs were scheduled. The screen went black and reflected her dim outline. Suddenly, the silence of the room was oppressive, brooding even, as if it were sulking. It was enough to drive her out and into the shower. Rachel dressed and realised she was hungry. A little while later, after a bacon sandwich and a large mug of tea in the local cafe, she felt much better and began to think about the practicalities of her immediate future.
One; she would need to go shopping. There was little food in the house, so that was a priority. Two; she would need to speak to her boss. The company had given her compassionate leave, but that had expired two months ago.
She had maintained contact with the HR department. Chances were that she could get her job back. There are not that many experienced legal secretaries. Three; She would need to re-acquaint herself with her circle of friends. Rachel thought that it would be difficult at first, where sympathy would adjust their interactions. But, she hoped, in time, things would settle down as they became used to the fact that she was sexy linda having orgasm in front of cam now.
Four; she would need to sort her finances out. The pay out from the insurance company, although substantial, would not last forever. It would be a good idea to invest what was left and keep it as a stand by. Armed with her new resolutions, Rachel toured the local supermarket and realised, suddenly, that they are geared up for families and definitely not for single people, unless they could happily survive on ready-made meals. Everything came in packs of two or more. It would mean separating and re-bagging for the freezer.
Her basket at the checkout screamed to anyone observing, that she was a person on their own and had awful eating habits. The television was on again with a game of rugby blaring out from the sound system as she struggled into the living room, laden with her shopping. "This is freaking me out." Rachel said aloud to herself. She dropped the bags and hit the remote power switch and then, unplugged the set from the wall in irritation. All hell broke loose.
The moment she pulled the plug, the sidelights flicked on, as did the radio and the small fan heater. She jumped at the sudden cacophony of sound and light then realised that, judging by the noises coming from the kitchen, all the appliances had come on too. One by one, she turned things off. The lights and radio and then in the kitchen, the mixer, cooker alarm, kettle, microwave and so on until all were either switched off or unplugged.
In her haste to regain control of her home, she didn't have time to feel frightened or wonder what was going on other than to assume it had been a power surge caused by her unplugging the television. But, then, as she returned to the living room, she could hear something rattling upstairs. All of the lights were on, stairs, landing and her bedroom. The noise was coming from the other side of the bedroom door.
Now she was getting worried and gingerly pushed the door with her foot, leaning backwards, ready for flight. Her bedside alarm clock had fallen off the dressing table, the rattling was the vibration of the clock bouncing on the laminate flooring where alarm and vibrate were both working.
She picked it up and flicked the switch across to silence the clock with its red led lights showing the time in numerals. She could hear her rabbit vibrator buzzing in the drawer and as she turned that off too, realised that it was not plugged into the mains.
How had a surge in the electrics started that off? Rachel, not usually given over to panic, suddenly felt very fearful. This was brutal grandpa daddy force rape very young teen daughter weird. She felt quite vulnerable and terribly alone. It felt like the walls were crowding in on her and the house had become sullen, malevolent, even. Again, she felt like an intruder to a stranger's personal space, as if she didn't belong there any more.
It took her quite some time to settle down during which she plugged the kettle back in and made herself a cup of tea. Irrationally, she checked the fuse cupboard to make sure all was as it should be. Her knowledge of electrics was sufficiently poor that she would not have recognised a problem if there were one, unless there was scorch marks. She stored the groceries in the fridge and kitchen cabinets. The mundane action helped to soothe her.
Briefly, she considered putting the house on the market, but even small apartments had gone through the roof in cost. The house was an inheritance from her Grandparents.
It was hers so damn it, she was not going to give it up. At last, exhausted, she reconnected the television and settled into the cushions to watch the giant screen and anything to take her mind off of recent events. She reaffirmed that the screen was too big for the room as contestants in a banal game show seemed to be almost life size.
It boggled her eyes a bit and the resolution of the screen allowed for every facial blemish to be shown in perfect clarity. The television would have to go, she decided. Wishing to avoid a headache, she hit the power button of the remote and saw the screen go black. Her reflection shone back at her, mirror imaging the room and her slouched position on the settee. And then, she saw a movement in the reflection. Some dark shadow appeared to have passed behind her, near the door to the kitchen.
She spun around, but saw nothing. The fright she had felt came back as sharp and consuming as it had been earlier. She shivered and wanted to run from the room, from the house that suddenly, did not feel to be the safe haven it used to be. "This is stupid." She admonished herself out loud. "It's my fucking home and that's that." "Jim, if you're fucking about.
Stop it!" Rachel perfect pussy and ass slut gang bang not believe in an afterlife and did not expect that she would get an answer, but it felt good to stamp her authority, even if it was on someone departed.
She had to be in control of her environment and was not going to be frightened out of the house. It was hers, her property. Nothing happened except that she felt better in having said it and perhaps, made her point. She dreamed that night, reliving some of the best times with Jim, remembering their sunny days in the country, walking for miles and miles, aimless and then finding a secluded place.
Their love making, slow and sensuous, always culminated in a climactic finish with both of them breathing hard and quivering from the joy of each other's bodies and the harmony of their respective orgasms. Jim had really been the perfect lover. He had his faults, but when it came to sex, his consideration and natural athleticism provided her with a partner, second to none.
She missed him as her partner. She suddenly missed the sex, something she hadn't thought about since the accident. She woke in the morning to sunlight streaming into the room from between the curtains that had a small gap where they were not quite pulled together. The alarm clock was blank. She hadn't put the plug in since it went nuts with all of the other electrical appliances.
Rachel stretched and threw back the covers. The bed was soaked with a circular stain that was quite familiar and a common occurrence before. Always, I get the damp spot she thought to herself and then giggled. She felt the way she normally did after a good session; Invigorated, alive and happy and very much in need of a shower.
She was sore she discovered. Her sex was tender to the touch of her bath sponge, as if she had been on the nest all night, their own personal colloquialism for sex. It brought back happy memories. "I must have frigged myself stupid last night." She said out loud and then told herself off for talking to herself. "You're going fucking mad girl." She laughed and it felt good. She was famished; another of those, morning after rituals when the local café did a brisk business in feeding the two of them following a night of passion.
Usually, they were red-eyed and almost incoherent with exhaustion, but managed to convey the need for food and steaming mugs of tea. Rachel dressed and entered the café, feeling much happier than she had in too long a time. She called her previous employers who said they would be happy to have her back.
A meeting was set up for the following Monday to discuss terms and her role. Even the law does not stand still, there were new elements of the job that she would need to be trained in. It was a positive call and fed into her feeling of wellbeing.
Even the sun shone on this crisp early spring day. The shopping centre was as busy as ever. Rachel didn't like crowds, but would put up with the discomfort when searching for clothes. Amateur lesbian teens get their pink fuckboxes licked and fucked few hours later, she stepped out of the mini-cab and unlocked her front door.
The television was again, paying to itself with the sound turned up to a pitch far too high. For a moment, she didn't know quite what to do. But, then decided to leave it on, not wanting to cause the pandemonium of yesterday.
It still freaked her out, but she felt some acceptance. She placed her carrier bags in the bedroom with the contents to be sorted and hung later.
Then, she made a cup of tea, which she took into the living room. Rachel sat on the settee at the opposite end the where Jim would have been while watching sports. She sipped her tea and stared warily at the space he used to occupy. She could see nothing nor sense anything, just the vacancy of the three-seater sofa. It was cricket. The game on the television showed the bowler running up to the crease to deliver a fastball at the batter.
Hang on, she thought to herself, Jim doesn't like cricket. Correction, didn't like cricket. The screen went blank suddenly and she couldn't help but to smile. A small victory, she thought. If the television is going to turn it's self on, then it should be for something worth bloody watching. Anything, but cricket, it had to be the most boring game ever invented.
Much later, legal age teenager whore receives fucked hard zapped a TV ready-meal in the microwave and opened a bottle of wine. She found a detective program, set in wartime and settled to eat her meal. The food was less than inspiring, looking like a conglomeration of component parts, all mashed together and then far too much salt added. The wine helped to wash it down and fill the space her stomach craved.
The second glass of wine relaxed her even more. Rachel lay back and watched the conclusion of Foyle's war. As usual, he figured out who did it and solved the case. It was as the credits were beginning to role and the announcer was advising of future programs that she noticed two of the buttons of her blouse had inexplicably become undone, showing her cleavage to full effect.
She had no recollection of undoing them. Then a third button parted as she watched. Then a fourth button became detached from the buttonhole, further parting the garment. Transfixed, Rachel watched as the two parts of her blouse were gradually parted to expose her bra-covered breasts. Somewhere between fascination and fear had her spell bound, unable to move, completely devoid slender teenage vixen masturbates by the pool volition, her blouse was slowly pulled out from under the waistband of her jeans.
Unseen, but distinctly felt hands were moulding her breasts. She could see the indentation of her bra cups as fingers manipulated, squeezed and fondled her. She didn't know how to respond. The ministrations were mildly erotic, but it was way too weird. At last, she regained some control and tried to get up. It was as if she had collided with invisible marshmallow.
A gentle force across her chest pushed her back down to a prone position. The cups of her bra were yanked down and she could feel two sets of fingers easing out her tits from the confines of the lacy material. Suddenly, her nipples were pulled insistently, reshaping her breast into conical mounds to an acute point where her nipples had been pulled upwards. In normal circumstances, Rachel would be writhing in pleasure about now.
She actually liked her breasts to be treated quite roughly. It was a sure fire trigger to get her aroused. "Okay buster, that's far enough." She said, using as stern a voice as possible. She tried to rise up again, but was pushed back by the invisible force. The button of her jeans flew open and her blouse was pulled down over her shoulders, trapping her arms. She felt a hand reach behind her neck to pull her up. The collar of the blouse was yanked down to below her elbows, which were now quite effectively tied behind her back.
The front clasp of her bra sprung apart and the garment added to the restriction, further trapping her. Rachel had enjoyed the mild bondage she had shared with Jim. Nothing too elaborate just the occasional tying up and blind folding.
She got off on that a few times, but this was far too weird for her neural receptors to react in a pleasurable way. A sudden yank on her jeans waistband hand them halfway down her legs.
The force of the sudden pull had shifted her down the settee. She scooted back up so that the cushions supported her. A second pull had her jeans around her ankles.
The forces being used to disrobe her were irresistible, she couldn't fight against something she couldn't see and besides, her blouse was far too efficient as a tie. Then, softly, she felt a delicate touch to the skin of her leg, just above her knee. It lingered for a minute or so before beginning in an upward sensation towards her mons, still covered by her panties.
It was the merest of touches, light almost butterfly like, but insistently travelling up from her knee. The unseen finger touched her sex through the fabric of her panties. It was as if an electrical current had been passed through her body. Rachel gasped at the contact and the gentle pressure, pushing the gusset into the crack of her labia. Suddenly, her body became switched on. Her legs began to part to allow for access. The pressure left her and she felt two hands push her legs together.
An involuntary Oh escaped from between her lips at the loss of the touch. If this is imagination, she thought, then, bring it on. Who needs a rabbit if this is what her mind can conjure up? "Oh! You bastard. This is unfair." She wriggled at bit, trying to free her hands, but without success. She stopped struggling for a moment, waiting to see where this was going.
The flame was well and truly ignited in the boiler house of her sex. She hoped that it was going to go a lot further. Nothing happened for a few seconds. The time seemed to have stood still. It felt like long minutes passed until the band of her pants lifted as if a finger had been hooked under where it touched her hip. Another hooked under the band on the other hip the unseen fingers began to work her pants down her thighs. Rachel lifted her arse to make it an easier transition.
Her panties soon joined her jeans, wrapped around her ankles. Her nipple was pulled again, the side nearest to the edge of the settee. The kneading had her gasping again. It wasn't gentle, pulling her breast out of shape. The sensation was not painful, just enough to get all of her attention.
She arched her back in pleasure, wanting more, wanting it to continue until she came. Almost un-noticed, where the ministration of her nipple was insistently demanding her undivided attention, a gentle pressure was applied to her mons. A circulating pressure that pulled slightly at her pubic hair, drawing it into small curlicues and tugging on her sex, suddenly registered in her mind.
Rachel gasped again. The heat in her belly was mounting. Her arousal was becoming unbearable in her need for release. Her breathing was short, hissing between her clenched teeth as the delight of the two centres of pleasure were being treated to something she hadn't realised she had missed, but recognised as a long lost friend.
Then, while her body was being treated to the tweaking and circular stroking, the barest of touches to her lips added to the sensations. It felt as if a pair of soft, dry lips were covering hers, effectively silencing her.
Her mouth opened automatically as the pressure increased. A tongue passed into her mouth in a French kiss and the gentlest of massages to her tongue and he palate. She tasted cinnamon on the breath of her invisible lover and felt her orgasm explode as the tongue caressed her mouth. She was kept on a high with the three nerve centres being treated to varying degrees of attention helping to maintain her level of arousal.
Another orgasm was building in the pit of her gut. It would not be long before she came again. Then suddenly, all contact was lost, no further teasing of erogenous points. Rachel felt bereft and hoping that her invisible lover would return and not leave her in this condition of high arousal.
Her wish was granted after a few seconds. Her jeans and pants were pulled off completely, freeing her feet. A gently guiding hand pulled her right leg apart from its twin until asian slut adores making out hardcore and massage foot rested on the floor.
She didn't know what to expect next, but hoped that it included penetration until her climax was fulfilled. She felt the cushion of the settee depress between her legs. She held her breath in anticipation of an entry amateur girlfriend lets boyfriend cum inside her body.
What happened though was the warmth of breath wafting over her pubic hair, a slight breeze like an angels kiss.
And then, a hot tongue parting her labia and caressing her inner thigh. Rachel gritted her teeth as she was eaten out with long mia malkova and sunny leone licks that had her creaming immediately and her hips lifting off of the settee. She felt the thrill of feeling her lips being sucked into a mouth, drawing blood into the delicate tissue. The hot tongue brushed against her clit and then teeth nibbled the inflamed bud of delight for a few heart beats before the tongue returned to eating her sex in a determined effort to bring her to the pinnacle of a crashing orgasm.
Oh my God, she repeated over and over, her body responding and demanding more, ramping up the heat and tempo, forcing the pace as her hips exploiting honeys luscious butt aperture smalltits and homemade faster and faster, craving for release. She threw her head back, closing her eyes tightly so that she could concentrate on the overwhelming sensations as the tension mounted towards a crashing climax.
She was tipped over the edge when fingers joined the tongue in an unstoppable drive towards her fulfilment. What felt like, possibly two fingers, entered her sex and began to massage her from the inside, hitting her G spot in unerring accuracy.
The tongue was now concentrating on her clit only, leaving her sex to the ministrations of the fingers. The conjoined actions had her screaming, her teeth clasped together and her veins on her throat standing out like cords. Her back arched again, the sensations taking her beyond orgasm. She shuddered uncontrollably, her nervous system overloaded and scattered to the four corners. Her complete orgasm smashed through her, destroying any self-control completely.
It had been a long time since she had felt anything like the complete shakedown that she had just come through. As if sensing that she needed a break, all touches ceased.
Rachel grabbed air in lung fulls of oxygen that made her dizzy. A gentle stroke of her cheek helped to soothe her and bring her back to ground level. The hand, unseen, stroked her neck and then her breast before passing under her back and scooting her down until she was horizontal.
The cushions no longer supported her as she lay prone along the settee. Her foot was still on the floor, the other laid straight along the cushions and her arse was hanging over the edge.
Suddenly, she was aware of a hot body between her parted knees. Without warning, she was entered and a cock slipped into her soaking sex, grounding out in a deep penetration that had her gasping again.
Quickly, the cock was plunging into her as a thumb pad rubber her clit in circular motion. The pace was relentless and had her sex oozing its essence to squish noisily. The pace was frenetic and the force of the thrusts jiggled her tits and made her body jerk. Then, the invisible cock stiffened and the thrusts became staccato and erratic. She knew that her lover was close to coming.
She raised her hips and took over the rhythm, driving him to climax. In a final thrust, the cock drove deeper into her than it had previously managed. She felt the throb of seed as it pumped, deep into her body. Rachel had a sense of achievement at getting him to come, but also felt complete bone weariness suddenly overcome her. Her lover exited her body, taking with it the heat they had made. Her head lolled to one side and saw the reflection in the black glass of the television, of her prone body, draped over the settee.
She hoped and wished she could see her lover. She knew that it could only be Jim, no one else had ever taken her to these heights, had never been as considerate or attentive to her sexual needs.
Rachel cried, but instead of the grief she had been subject to, her tears were of joy and gratification. She watched as letters were scrawled across the screen, as if written in dust.
Our one last time my love. I have to go. Sorry. Sell the TV, it is too big. You were right all along. Three schools grils esx grils story ex's followed.
Rachel knew that Jim had now gone for good and would not come back. She was happy and profoundly sad at the same time, but didn't feel alone anymore.
She slid off the settee and landed on the floor realising she had landed in the wet spot. She laughed out loud as she squished in the puddle of their juices.
"I get the damp spot, again". She yelled though the laughter and tears to the empty house as she struggled out of the sleeves of her blouse.