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to be embarrassed about. I do admit I’m enjoying
this at your expense.” She sat up in the chair a little, and a mischievous grin
crept onto her face. “I’m actually very nervous myself. I am not normally this
forward with anyone.” While she talked she placed a few fingers on his leg, and
was running them up and down his thigh. The whole time she did this her gaze
never left Jack’s eyes. This of course was getting the natural response she was
looking for, and he shifted again in the bed.
The conflicting forces in his mind shifted. Up until now, he
was torn between the anxiety of not understanding his situation, the overwhelming
curiosity it brought on, and the incredible attraction he felt for this woman. The
confusing yet perfectly clear signals he was getting from Wendy turned the
hormonal maelstrom from a distant but raging desire into a possible conclusion.
With the real possibility of something happening between them, his guard went
up and he considered that he had not been with a woman since Jenny died nearly
two years ago. His body was practically screaming at him to make a move, but his
mind was not sure he was ready for it. On the one hand it was a little
disheartening that she knew he was in a vulnerable state right now, but on the
other hand she was damned beautiful and she was touching his leg! He closed his
eyes, swallowed hard, and then looked at her, “Listen Wendy, I am almost 40
years old, and I am – er – was, married. I’m way too old for you, and, well, I
haven’t been with anyone since my wife passed two years ago.” It all sounded
reasonable to him. What the hell are you doing Jack?
“Jack, your body is about the same age as mine, and it has never ‘been with a woman’. Furthermore, while your memories tell you it’s
been two years since your wife passed, it’s actually been more like three
hundred and fifty years.” Damn, can’t argue with that. “You sound like
you’re not attracted to me Jack.” She put a little bit of a pout on her lips,
which melted any resolve he had left.
He practically snorted, forcing himself to look away from
her eyes. There was no need for him to answer, the truth was standing on its
own by this point. He wracked his brain for some logical reason that he should
ask her to leave. Nothing came to mind. Their eyes met again and she seemed to
be looking for something in his gaze.
She seemed to find what she was looking for, and stood up
from the chair in a fluid movement stepping closer to the bed. “Last chance to
send me away, Jack.” Her hand went to the buttons on her shirt and she began to
unbutton it, starting at the top. He just lay there rapidly losing the ability
to reason as blood flowed to other parts of his body. Wendy finished the first
button, and was working on the next. Jack’s heart rate was climbing rapidly,
and his breathing became shorter. She finished the second button, and Jack
caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He practically shivered with excitement and
nervousness.
Trying to break the tension he said “Wendy, if I didn’t know
better, I would think that you were trying to seduce me.” He put a dumb looking
grin on his face, and she laughed. Her hands now worked the fourth and final
button and the shirt opened up, revealing an incredibly flat stomach. The
blouse slipped off her shoulders, framing her breasts before falling to the
ground. He took in every aching detail as she slowly started working her pants
loose. He had never seen a body quite like this. She was fit and toned but not
skinny like a magazine model. Her firm looking breasts were not large, not
small, and fit her frame perfectly. The pale glow of the monitor contrasted
against her smooth and light flesh, highlighting the smallest changes in
texture. Her nipples, just a shade darker than the rest of her skin, were
standing erect, the areolas dimpled with goose bumps. She pushed her pants and
underwear down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Standing
this at your expense.” She sat up in the chair a little, and a mischievous grin
crept onto her face. “I’m actually very nervous myself. I am not normally this
forward with anyone.” While she talked she placed a few fingers on his leg, and
was running them up and down his thigh. The whole time she did this her gaze
never left Jack’s eyes. This of course was getting the natural response she was
looking for, and he shifted again in the bed.
The conflicting forces in his mind shifted. Up until now, he
was torn between the anxiety of not understanding his situation, the overwhelming
curiosity it brought on, and the incredible attraction he felt for this woman. The
confusing yet perfectly clear signals he was getting from Wendy turned the
hormonal maelstrom from a distant but raging desire into a possible conclusion.
With the real possibility of something happening between them, his guard went
up and he considered that he had not been with a woman since Jenny died nearly
two years ago. His body was practically screaming at him to make a move, but his
mind was not sure he was ready for it. On the one hand it was a little
disheartening that she knew he was in a vulnerable state right now, but on the
other hand she was damned beautiful and she was touching his leg! He closed his
eyes, swallowed hard, and then looked at her, “Listen Wendy, I am almost 40
years old, and I am – er – was, married. I’m way too old for you, and, well, I
haven’t been with anyone since my wife passed two years ago.” It all sounded
reasonable to him. What the hell are you doing Jack?
“Jack, your body is about the same age as mine, and it has never ‘been with a woman’. Furthermore, while your memories tell you it’s
been two years since your wife passed, it’s actually been more like three
hundred and fifty years.” Damn, can’t argue with that. “You sound like
you’re not attracted to me Jack.” She put a little bit of a pout on her lips,
which melted any resolve he had left.
He practically snorted, forcing himself to look away from
her eyes. There was no need for him to answer, the truth was standing on its
own by this point. He wracked his brain for some logical reason that he should
ask her to leave. Nothing came to mind. Their eyes met again and she seemed to
be looking for something in his gaze.
She seemed to find what she was looking for, and stood up
from the chair in a fluid movement stepping closer to the bed. “Last chance to
send me away, Jack.” Her hand went to the buttons on her shirt and she began to
unbutton it, starting at the top. He just lay there rapidly losing the ability
to reason as blood flowed to other parts of his body. Wendy finished the first
button, and was working on the next. Jack’s heart rate was climbing rapidly,
and his breathing became shorter. She finished the second button, and Jack
caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He practically shivered with excitement and
nervousness.
Trying to break the tension he said “Wendy, if I didn’t know
better, I would think that you were trying to seduce me.” He put a dumb looking
grin on his face, and she laughed. Her hands now worked the fourth and final
button and the shirt opened up, revealing an incredibly flat stomach. The
blouse slipped off her shoulders, framing her breasts before falling to the
ground. He took in every aching detail as she slowly started working her pants
loose. He had never seen a body quite like this. She was fit and toned but not
skinny like a magazine model. Her firm looking breasts were not large, not
small, and fit her frame perfectly. The pale glow of the monitor contrasted
against her smooth and light flesh, highlighting the smallest changes in
texture. Her nipples, just a shade darker than the rest of her skin, were
standing erect, the areolas dimpled with goose bumps. She pushed her pants and
underwear down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Standing
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