The condom was
in his hand, still in its wrapper. She let curiosity draw her down the stairs. Village sex Her hand slid slowly, down into her
shorts. Matthew sat frozen, not knowing
what to do. His shorts were
round his knees and he was stroking himself. When he saw
it was her, his face flushed scarlet and he started to
apologise. She grabbed the remote, turning the TV
off again. She could smell
the earthy scent of her own body. Her eye caught a
movement and she gasped. Her hand slid slowly, down into her
shorts. She didn’t want to
move one inch away from that erection. The smell of the hand cream came to
her. Bits of grass
clung to her skin
“I’m a mess,” she said, “need a shower.” She let go of
Matthew’s cock. Matthew began
to squirm on the sofa. You’re going to make a wonderful lover.”
“Really?” he said, grinning happily.
