Intent
By Storysman

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The Image That Inspired Carol...
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The sound of the chorus echoed through the the church as the congreation slowly exited. Sometimes it seemed as if the people were completely unware of the singing, and were more intent on getting home than enjoying the music. That's what Carol thought, anyway, and rarely had any reason to doubt it. The bautiful, young brunette continued to to hit her notes, enjoying herself despite the appranat lack of interest.



But one man did seem to appreciate the effort. Carol caught him out of the corner of her eye, and realized she didn't recognize him. She just about everybody at her church, at least by face if nothing else. But this man was new, and completely unfamiliar.

Carol let her eyes focus on him for a moment. He was looking towards them, evidently basking in their serenade. Carol's thoughts paused for a moment as her voice continued. He wasn't staring at them... he was staring at her! She quickly averted her eyes.

The last notes cascaded through the chapel, and Carol ridiculed herself for being ridiculous. He couldn't be staring at her, she was just imagining it. After all, she was married, and the robe she wore completely hid the enticing figure underneath. How could be looking at her?

Of course, from this distance, the man might not be able to see the wedding ring on her finger. And, Carol knew she was considered to be rather attractive. No matter, he would soon learn of her attachment, and the issue would be closed.

She laughed at herself as the choir moved into their ready room. Here she was, concocting a romantic fantasy in church! She doubted the stranger's intent was anything more than the appreciation of music. Was she so desperate for romance that she couldn't escape the thought even in a house of worship?

She had been married a year earlier. Will was basically a good husband, but sometimes she felt more like his trophy than his love. He always paid her a lot of attention when they were out in public, slipping his hands onto her waist, legs and even her breasts. He sometimes teased his friends about having the best-looking wife or girlfriend, then he would kiss her in front of them. Carol hated it when he behaved like that. She wasn't in competition with the other women, and didn't like being treated like a mere possession. Will did the same thing with his car, his golf clubs, or whatever else he felt surpassed the possessions of his friends. She especially didn't like being touched in public, at least not her more private areas. Hand-holding, hugging, and kissing were fine. But pushing his hand between her legs or squeezing her full breasts were too much for a simple, nice, church-going girl.

But these things weren't earth-shattering. She didn't like his behavior sometimes, but managed to tolerate it. What really bothered her was his LACK of attention when they were alone. He was never attentive, never tender, never gentle, and never romantic. When he wanted sex, he would start touching her. But within a few, quick moments she would be undressed, he would be doing his business, and the moment would be done with. He was a classic roll-over and go to sleep man. He fucked his beautiful wife, and then returned to his own self-indulgence.





Carol slipped out of her choir robe and headed out to the lobby to meet her husband. Some people did stick around after the service to chat, drink coffee, and sometimes plan get-togethers. She remembered she had to meet with the picnic committee! She had almost forgot! The church picnic was two months away, but they always liked to plan in advance.

Carol stepped into the lobby, and found her fellow committee members. She quickly waved to Will, who was across the room, then joined in on the planning.

Will watched his wife chat for a moment, then went to the coffee machine. With his luck, their meeting would take an hour, and he would have to sit around bored to tears. He poured himself a cup, then noticed a man he didn't recognize step behind him.

`How's the coffee here?" The stranger asked.

"It's usually pretty good." Will answered.

"Hello, my name is Mason. I just moved here." The stranger extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you." Will answered a she met Mason's hand with his own. "How long have you been in town?"

"Just a couple of days."

"Well, it's good to have you. Welcome to our humble church."

The two smiled, but couldn't find any sentences to continue their conversation. They looked out into the lobby full of people as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Looks like a nice group of people. " Mason finally said. "A friendly group of men and some very lovely women."

"Are you married?" Will asked as he sipped his coffee. He had just realized with Mason's comment that know wife or chidden appeared to be with him.

"No." Mason answered.

Poor fellow, Will thought. All alone in a new town, in a new church. "Well, some of these women are single. Who knows?" he said encouragingly.

"Oh, it is my intent to make love to one." Mason said assuredly. His candor caught Will a little off guard. Most men didn't make such bold statements to people they just met, especially in church!

"Oh really?' Will said back with a smile. "Do you know which one?"

"Oh yes. The most beautiful one." His eyes locked ahead. "Her..."

Will followed his gaze, and felt a sudden flash of shock, anger, and jealousy. He was staring directly at Carol.

"Um, that's my wife."

Mason turned to Will.

"I'm sorry." And then he walked away.

Will was stunned. He knew his wife was gorgeous, and admired by many men. He knew any number of them would eagerly take her to bed. And it wasn't a great surprise that a stranger would voice his intent to him when he couldn't know Will and Carol were married. But the tone in Mason's voice couldn't be overlooked. He wasn't apologizing for stepping on Will's toes. He wasn't apologizing for an offensive comment he would withdraw. He was apologizing as if he knew HE WAS GOING TO MAKE LOVE TO HER, and he felt sorry for Will.

Will stepped over to his wife, his beautiful wife, and took her arm. He looked nervously for Mason, and then at his wife's puzzled face.

"We're leaving." And though Carol didn't seem so eager, they went home.



Mason, the stranger, was not an issue for the week. Carol never brought up the staring man who watched her at the end of the service. Will never talked about the staring man who proclaimed his intent to make love to her. Both tended to feel the issue was over.

But the next Sunday bought the staring back. Carol felt his eyes on her from the sea of people collected in the pews. She located him quickly in the front, smiling at her, even during the choir's silence. His paid attention to the service, but often trailed his eyes over to her direction. Carol was uncertain who was looking more, the stranger or herself. Eventually, she forced herself to look at him no more, whether she thought he was looking at her or not. The service ended, and Carol was happy to discard the choir robe and find her husband.

She walked out of the ready room with several other members of the choir. They, however, kept going as Carol stopped at the sight of the stranger. He smiled at her as the surrounding people disappeared down the hallway.

"You have a very lovely voice." he said.

Carol smiled back at him, appreciative of the compliment, but a little uneasy. "Thank you, thank you very much."

"Of course, I would expect such a lovely voice from such a lovely woman."

Carol didn't smile as much this time, especially now that she paid attention to the look in his eyes. She wasn't an idiot, she had been through this before. She knew his intent. There was no mistaking it now. He was attracted to her. "Well, " she brought her hand to her neck, displaying her wedding ring, "I certainly am flattered by such praise."

My name is Mason..." He hadn't noticed the ring, or at least, it hadn't phased him. Now Carol was uncomfortable. She could sense this man desired her, and may not be swayed by something as simple as marriage. But she didn't want to be rude, so she extended her hand to him. "I'm Carol..." Maybe he wouldn't notice the ring now.

Mason took her hand softly. "I believe in recognizing beauty. In appreciating it." He lightly rubbed his thumb across her hand, the ring buried under his palm.

"Um, that's a good thing, I guess." she stammered for thoughts. OK, the ring's not working, she thought. But what to do? what to say? If she acted like she was oblivious to her flirtation, perhaps he would leave her alone. "I like beautiful things, too--"

"I'm not surprised. You must be spoiled by the image you see every morning in the mirror. That beautiful face, those beautiful eyes..." he spoke with such confidence, with such assuredness, "and those beautiful, tanned legs of yours." Now he was going too far! Carol suddenly wished her skirt was longer. She normally wore full length skirts to church, but this one came only mid-way down her thigh. Carol struggled for something a reply, but couldn't think straight.

Mason continued holding and lightly caressing her hand. Carol hadn't responded to his admiration of her legs. The look he gave her warned her he was upping the ante.

"And those wonderful, incredible, beautiful breasts..."

Carol was aghast. Her mouth hung open with rage, but it was constrained by her shock. How could this strange man walk up to her, compliment on her beauty, and then proceed to remark on private things like her breasts? And in church!

Yet she couldn't think of a response. Not a vocal one anyway. She quickly pulled her hand back, turned, and walked away. She half-expected a whistle behind her, but none came. She ducked into the bathroom, livid with rage.

"How dare he!" she grunted through clenched teeth. She could still see his smiling, intent face. He had absolutely no fear in speaking his thoughts to her. He wasn't embarrassed or hesitant. But how dare he? Never in her adult life had a man so blatantly come on to her! If she had stayed another ten seconds, she was sure she would have received a very detailed proposition for sex, despite their unfamiliarity and her marital status. How dare he??

She had been approached by men before, but they always acted so cool, so around-the-bush. Even Will had never so straight-forwardly proclaimed his admiration for her body. Sure, he told her she looked beautiful from time-to-time, but to say she had wonderful legs and breasts?

Carol re-composed herself, then headed back into the church. She nervously expected to see Mason, but he was nowhere around. She found her husband, and started holding and touching him the way a devoted, truly in love wife would hold him. Mason was in the lobby. She knew he saw her. Without her knowledge, Will saw him watching her as well. He smiled, confident his wife's display of affection would clearly indicate to Mason he hadn't a chance with her.



Carol thought about the encounter often the first few days of the week. She knew nothing about the man. Not his last name, not where he lived, not even if he was married himself. She had been so caught up in her own fears she never looked for a ring on his finger. At the same time, she also couldn't help but feel a little flattered. His actions were shocking and unusual, but he did them because he was attracted to her. because he WANTED her. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she liked being attractive. She liked the idea of mean looking at her body. True, she wore long skirts and dresses at church, but that was mostly because her normal wardrobe wasn't always appropriate. She loved to wear short skits and dresses, which revealed her long, slender legs. She didn't dress like a slut, just pretty. She felt pretty strolling through the park next to her home in a nice, short summer dress. Her legs got some sun, she got some exercise, and any passing men got to look at a beautiful lady. How could she be completely upset at Mason? All he did was express what she hoped all men felt. Now, maybe he went from church to church or wherever and attempted to seduce the most beautiful woman he could find. If that was the case, then he considered Carol the most beautiful woman -- at the moment anyway. Was it wrong to be desired and adored like some fairy-tale princess with swarms of suitors?

No, but she realized she no longer had suitors. She was married, and Mason's intentions, no matter how flattering, were inappropriate had to end. He could no longer tell her how beautiful she was.

Carol had always known she was attractive, but had forgotten just how much in the past few years. Wills' appreciation had waned pretty rapidly after they were married. She had refused to have sex with him until she was properly wed, despite Will's continuous attempts to get her to give herself to him. But she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. She wanted to do everything right, and be the sweet, innocent, pretty wife for the man who truly loved her. Sharing herself before that moment would shatter her purity, and her desire for true love.

But a terrible thought had started to pop up in her mind from time-to-time. She barely acknowledged it, and quickly pushed it out of her thoughts. Had Will proposed to her only to sleep with her? Did he join with her in the vows of wedlock only to join with her in a bed of lust?

He had been an eager lover on their wedding night and the few weeks thereafter. But even the first time they made love he seemed less intent on kissing her, touching her, and loving her and more intent on just fucking her. He put his penis in her vagina, humped her wildly for a couple of minutes, came, then went to sleep. His greatest love for her came when his jealous friends commented on how awesome it would be to have a wife like her.



The next Sunday came after Carol had finally put the incident with Mason out of her mind. She decided she didn't want a repeat of the incident, and decided to stay close to her friends and husband constantly. Surely Mason wasn't so bold as to compliment her body or proposition her in front of others. Was he??

The plan worked. Mason continued to look at her, smile at her, and obviously want her. But she never gave him the chance to approach her. She wouldn't walk down a single hallway without someone with her.

A month went by with no incident. Then a second month. Things looked they would be OK. Mason was starting to fit in with the church and make friends. But most importantly, he had seemed to accept that Carol was not only married, but off limits. They even began talking in groups. Mason proved to be intelligent, witty and caring. he was active in church functions, and gave up much of his free time to help on various projects. Slowly, Carol became comfortable with him, and slowly started to be willing to be left alone with him. It hadn't happened yet, not since that single incident where he had touched her hand and revealed his intent, but Carol felt she wouldn't be afraid if it did happen again. Strange, though, that even in the more relaxed company, she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. he had so boldly stated his attraction to her. he had so boldly pointed out his appreciation of her body. She knew he wanted to make love to her. That fact hadn't changed. But it dominated her thoughts when she was near him. What was he thinking about? Was his mind imagining he was caressing her smooth legs, and slowly lifting her skirt? Was it imagining that he was slowly kissing her lips and cheeks, deeply staring into her eyes? Was it imagining he was unbuttoning her blouse, slipping his hand into her bra, and gently massaging her soft, full breasts? Mason hadn't made any such comments to her, but she didn't question his intent. Despite her commitment to her marriage, despite his amiable behavior, the fact was simple: when they were together, she thought about having sex with him. And that scared her.

Her fears were soon put to the test. But not on Sunday, and not in church. She found Mason in the most unexpected of places: the neighborhood park. It was Wednesday, and Carol was taking a walk through the pleasant section of nature. As usual, she was wearing a pretty little dress that left her pretty little legs open to the sun above. The color was peach, and the sleeveless top helped her shoulders catch some sun as well. She was too conservative to sit outside and tan in a bikini, but still loved to add color to her creamy flesh. Dresses like these were perfect for that task, even if they were unwearable in a church setting.

She walked alone at a slow, comfortable place. She smiled as she caught the eyes of men watch her stroll by. Why was it that everyman seemed to appreciate her beauty but her husband? Why was it that everyman seemed like he would make a better lover than her husband? She hated herself for that thought, but couldn't erase it from her mind. If she was so attractive, if she was so special and alluring, why didn't Will take the time to truly worship her body with slow, awed love-making? Why didn't he touch her, kiss her, and feel her over every square inch? She had pretty legs, but never felt them caressed or massaged. She had a flat smooth stomach, but never felt a slow line of kisses that moved gently downward. She had full, round breasts, but they were never tenderly nibbled or lightly sucked. At best, they were rammed into by uncontrolled hands, slobbered on by an uncaring mouth. Shouldn't she receive the delicate attention of an awe-struck lover? Shouldn't her body be a temple he worshipped with hours of loving, delicate attention? Shouldn`t she be idolized and revered by her husband, and treated as such whether in private or with a group of friends.

Somebody, it seemed would treat her that way. Somebody like--

Mason.

Mason was in front of her, alone. here was where her fears were to be tested. Here, in this park, was where she could test his intent.

"Why, Carol, hello!" The delight on his face was certainly noticeable. Carol caught her breath, curious and fearful of the inevitable conversation.

"Um, hello Mason,"

"What are you doing here? Do you live near here?"

"Yes, we live about a mile to the east."

"Amazing! I live right around the corner!"

Carol smiled nervously, and began twiddling her fingers as the impact of his statement sunk in. He was so close, closer than she ever realized. She wondered if he knew where she lived all along. She wondered if he had been watching her, desiring her.

"Well, nice to see you..." she started walking again, hoping to get past him before he had a chance to speak again.

"I'll walk with you."

Carol felt her heart begin to race as Mason caught up beside her. She kept her eyes locked forward, and towards the path beneath he feet.

"Do you walk here often?' he asked.

Carol felt a slight panic. Should she be honest? Should she lie and say no, or tell him yes and risk running into him all the time?

"Sometimes..." she said.

She was instantly aware of her dress... how much leg was bare... how much of her arms were bare... how much of her chest was bare.... Mason had never seen her dressed like this. He had been so good, so unoffending lately, but could he resist now that he was alone with her? She had been so confident she could handle being alone with him, but now that it happened, all she could he about was what he was thinking about her.

"You look absolutely radiant today."

Oh no! It's starting! Carol continued to walk and mumbled a thanks. Where could she go? How could she escape? They walked by a group of boys. Mason smiled as they glued their eyes to the lovely woman in the peach dress.

"You're really turning heads..."

She knew she was, but nobody was so bold as to call her on it. She didn't need to look at Mason to feel his eyes on her. She was wearing a peach dress, and underneath, a matching pair of peach panties. But she felt completely naked, as if Mason's eyes cut through the fabric and clearly beheld the full shape of her breasts, the soft pink of her nipples, and the enticing opening of her vagina.

"When are we going to make love?"

Carol stopped. The moment she feared was here. She looked at the ground, trying to build the strength to face him. She clenched her fists, and looked at the man.

"We're not going to make love." Is that all she could muster? Is that all the rage she could display?

"Yes. We are."

Carol looked into her eyes, to dumbfounded to answer. he was so sure, so absolutely sure! His arrogance was infuriating, and yet confusing.

"Carol... you are beautiful. It is my intention to be your lover. I worship you, I dream about you, I think about you every passionate moment of the day."

"Mason--"

"I know that you know you need more. I know that you need the pure adoration of a devoted man. I know that you need someone to love you, spiritually and physically."

"I'm married! My husband--"

"Your husband is nothing. We both know that. He can't love you the way I can. He can't touch you the way I can."

How dare he? How dare he talk to her like that? How could he put down her husband like that!

"God, Carol. Have you looked at yourself? Have you realized just how truly beautiful you are? How inspiring you are? I thought you were the most exquisite woman from the moment I saw you. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful. But now that I see you in that dress, oh that dress, I realize there's no capturing your beauty in a moment. I want to see you in this dress again, Carol. Then I want to see you slide the dress off, and bare yourself to me. Then I want us to make love."

Carol felt her eyes welling up. Why couldn't this be Will? Why couldn't this be her husband? Why couldn't she be made love to by such a man?

Because, she was married. If she was to touched, if she was to be worshipped, it would have to be from the man with whom she exchanged vows. At least, he had to be given the chance. She stiffened her expression, and held her eyes on Mason.

"I'm going home now, Mason. I'm going home to make love with my husband." She started to walk away.

"No. You're going home to make love to me."

Carol froze in confusion. "What are you talking about! I'm not taking you to my home!" Mason smiled. That warm, devious, confident smile that suggested he not only knew the future, but shaped it. "Don't you understand? From this moment on, you will be making love with me. Whenever his eyes long for you, you will see my eyes longing for you. " Carol studied Mason's gaze. His eyes were burning, wanting...

"Whenever his hand touches you, it will be my hand touching you." What was he talking about? She pictured her husband's hand on her exposed, tan leg, moving up her thigh... Mason's hand...

"Whenever his lips press against yours, it will be my lips pressing against yours." Her husband, Mason, ... kissing her...

"Whenever you bare yourself to him, you will be baring yourself to me." Her arms... lifting the straps from her shoulders, baring her naked breasts to him -- to Mason. What was he doing to her? What was he doing to her mind? Carol gasped with fear as she realized he was right. Even if it was for a moment, she would remember his words when she was with Will. Damn him! Carol's lip was quivering. Shock, despair, lust... Anybody would have wondered what she felt at that moment. Anybody but Mason.

"Whenever his body enters your body..." Mason stopped. Carol finished the sentence in her mind. "It will be your body entering my body..." He had tricked her! He had let her mind draw the conclusion, and now she could see Mason, naked above her, moving his penis inside her.

Carol quickly shook the image from her mind. She desperately cleared the image of Mason's hips pushing his penis slowly into her vagina, her legs eagerly wrapped around him...

"Here is my house." She followed his pointing finger. Mason walked to his home. He didn't need to add to his last sentence. He had made his invitation, and now she knew where the invitation was for. Carol turned, and quickly walked down the path. She was going to his house. She wasn't going to make love to him. She was going to speak to him again!!



She went home in a sight jog. Walking was fast enough. To had to be with her husband. he had to love her. And, she had to prove to herself that Will could make her as happy as she wanted to be, as she NEEDED to be. She didn't care if the hem of her dress bounced high and revealed flashes of her peach panties beneath. She didn't care if the men on the path got a magnificent sight of her loose breasts swaying from side-to-side.

She burst into the door, desperately looking for her husband. She walked through the house in a near panic, and finally found him in front of the TV.

"Will... Will, honey?"

Her husband stirred in the couch. "What? What the hell do you want?"

"How do I look?"

"What? What are you talking about?" He blinked his eyes and looked at his wife.

"Do you like my dress?"

He turned back to the TV." Sure, it's nice."

Please! Carol thought. Please, Will, love me.... She took the strap over her right shoulder, and let it slide down her arm. She jiggled her body, causing he right breast to emerge from the fabric. "What do you think now?"

Will turned again to his wife, and did a slight double- take as his wife's pink, erect nipple poked directly towards him.

"Looks like a little girl I know wants some attention!"

Yes, yes Will! Could be catching on? She hoped so...

Will stood up, and moved his hand to his crotch. "You want some of this?"

Carol continued to pray in her thoughts. Please Will, compliment me, be enamored with me. Worship me...

"I'll give you a good fucking!"

Carol winced as he squeezed her nipple hard. He pushed her against the wall, then unfastened and dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and he stroked his rising penis to attention.

"Well, aren't you going to drop those panties?"

Come to me, Will! Kiss me! Massage me, undress me! She wanted to scream at him. She pulled down her panties, and dropped them to the floor. Will moved to her, and without so much as a kiss rammed his cock into her.

"Ohh! Ohh, Carol. Yeah, baby, this s what I like!"

Carol bit her lip. It wasn't what she liked. He was fucking her, but she didn't matter. By his intent, Carol figured as long as he came, it didn't matter if it was in her or any woman. Or maybe even his own hand for that matter. Maybe she needed to coach him, maybe she shouldn't expect him to know how she wanted to be loved.

She looked at her husband as her body rocked against the wall. The eyes!

"Kiss me, she breathed!"

Will slobbered his lips against hers, then to her exposed breast. The lips!

"Touch me! Oh, caress me!"

Will moved his hands to her hips, lightly rubbing her flesh as they continued to her buttocks. He squeezed her flesh in his hands as he drove into her. The hands!

"Mas-mmm!" Oh God, it was Mason! It was indeed his eyes, his lips, and his hands that she pictured loving her! She wanted to call his name! Oh thank God, she had caught herself! Will hadn't seemed to notice, he continued to pump his penis inside her, working to an orgasm as fast as he could so he could return to his comfortable couch.

Carol wanted an orgasm. She wanted her pleasure too. She didn't fight the image that clearly formed in her mind. She didn't fight the image of Mason's naked body smoothly moving into her own. Mason... Mason.... she called the name in her mind as the penis inside her plunged into her as deeply as it could go.

"Ohhh!" she moaned out load as Will ejaculated into her. She finished the moan in her thoughts. She completed the only pleasure she could receive. "Ohh, Mason..."



Carol's walks were over. She knew now that she couldn't be with Mason alone again. Only two times had then been together in private, and already he had her making love to him in her thoughts and in her dreams. She made love to Will in the dark now. It was so much easier to picture Mason that way.

Now, it was the picnic. She had avoided the offensive, wonderful man that tormented her. But the picnic! She couldn't back out of it, she was on the planning committee! Mason would be there, she was sure. She gained some comfort in the knowledge that she would be surrounded by people. The company should be enough to strangle his... and her own... thoughts of being together. She wouldn't step away from Will. She wouldn't for one moment leave the collected group and leave herself exposed to him. And, she wouldn't dress prettily.

Carol pulled out a pair of sweat pants. She followed that with a billowing plain T-shirt and an unadorned pair of white cotton panties. She carefully eyed the sweats, making sure they weren't a tight pair that would suggestively reveal her shape. Perfect, she thought, and started to pull the panties up her golden, slender legs. Her eyes caught a glint of peach from her open drawer. She immediately thought of Mason and how exposed she felt to him during their last encounter. She had felt the satin, rubbing softly against her, catching the wind and the sensation of Mason's eyes.

She reached over to the drawer, and lifted the panties into her hand. She turned them over a bit, watching the light reflect with an enticing sparkle. The cotton panties slid back down her legs, and onto the floor. The peach pair slid smoothly along her creamy legs, and came to rest against--

"Ohh..." Carol cooed, wondering what Mason would think of her now, topless and naked except for the thin pair of peach panties. These would be OK to wear. He wouldn't be able to see them through the sweats. And if he could... Carol knew how amazing that would be.

The afternoon was magnificent. The sun beat down with a late summer day's warmth. Nearly the entire church had shown up to play games, cook food, and be all-around happy. Mason was there, too. He sat a few tables over, but offered that same confident smile. Carol looked around, noticing the much- more revealing outfits of some of her fellow young ladies. But Mason kept staring at her, despite her simple attire.

Most of the people weren't drinking, but Will was one of the few. He started off casually, but soon seemed to be downing beers faster than they appeared in his hands. He had a couple of friends with him, and they were getting just as drunk.

Carol had wanted to stay by her husband's side, but not at the cost of being totally embarrassed! This was a church- outing, and Will was turning it into a frat party! Nobody had seemed to notice their inebriation, but it was just a matter of time. Maybe she could get him to stop before he made a complete fool of himself and her. Maybe she could get him to drop the booze, and take her lovingly into his arms. She basically knew the answer, but decided to try anyway.

"Honey, don't you think you're having a little too much to drink?"

Will spurt out a stream of beer as if completely appalled. "We're just having fun, dear! We're not doing anything wrong."

"You really shouldn't be drinking at the church-picnic. There are kids here!"

"So?"

Why didn't he ever know how to act? Why didn't he know how to behave?

"Stop drinking, Will." she looked at him sternly.

"Why are you being such a goodie-goodie? Look at you! Your not even dressed nice! Here I am, with my friends, and I want them to see what a hot babe I'm married to! Where's your bikini?" He pulled her into him. Carol stumbled as she almost lost her balance. She turned her head away from the beer-soaked breath coming from her husband's lips.

"Come on, baby!" Will's hands cupped her breasts. Carol quickly yanked them down as the hoots of Will's friends echoed from behind him.

"Will! Stop it! People will see!"

"Oh, people will see! People will see!" He swung her around to his friends. He brought his hand to her right breast, and squeezed.

"How about this? Will people see this? Look guys, look at my wife! Isn't she hot?"

Carol struggled to break free. Will reached his hand between her legs, grabbing her crotch.

"What a piece of ass, huh? What do you think, guys?"

They hooted. Carol flushed with red as her husband squeezed his hands between her. At last, she broke his grip. She quickly moved away from her laughing husband, realizing she never wanted him to touch her again. She turned in a huff, and headed down the path into the woods. She couldn't stand to be near him!

The sounds of the picnic quickly faded as she scurried down the dirt path. She didn't know who had witnessed the event. Fortunately most people were off somewhere in their activities. Most people probably had no idea what just transpired.

"I know why you wear short-hemmed dresses." Carol turned. It was Mason. "I know why you wear those little dresses that barely cover your legs."

"Mason! What are you talking about! I am not in the mood for your--"

"Shh! I know why you wear short-hemmed dresses, and parade around the park. I know what you like. You like to be adored. You like to be worshipped."

"What?? I... like..."

Mason leaned close her. "It's not that you particularly like the color of those dresses, or even the design itself. Or even because they magnificently display and keep tan those slender, heavenly legs."

"It's that I think they are nice!" she retorted.

Mason shook his head. He looked back at her, assured his reason was correct, "It's that you like wearing short dresses because when a good bit of wind blows it billows between your legs, tickling and caressing your thighs and your most private, sensitive areas."

"Mason!"

"You like the feel of a cool breeze slipping under your dress, curling around your legs, and squeezing itself into your undergarment where it soothes and caresses a heat you're too embarrassed to consciously realize. You walk with a fear, a fear that the wind main gain enough strength and flip up your pretty little dress, and that all the world can see. But the funny thing is, that fear is really a hope. A hope that the wind will lift the restraints on your womanhood, and fully caress your body before God's creatures.

"That's ridicuc... ridiculous.. I"

"It shows on your face, my dear. I've watched you. I've watched you for longer than you can know, for more times than you can count. I've watched your eyes widen with hidden pleasure, and your body come to rest in a patch of swirling wind. I've watched as your hips have squirmed slightly, and a delighted smile blesses your beautiful face. You don't have to keep that delight from me. I neither condemn or judge it. I adore it."

Carol stood still as his words rang true. She had never wanted to admit to herself she received sexual pleasure from something as simple as a caressing wind. But it was true! How could he know that? How could he perceive those slight little details that she herself had tried so hard to conceal. The loved the soft ripple the breeze made in her panties, and the smooth, tingly sensations it created in her. But she had almost forgot, she had almost let her mind nullify the effect, for fear it wasn't something to do for a good, church-going, married woman. Mason's voice, Mason's acceptance. She didn't feel naughty or dirty now. She felt pretty.

"I also know that you long for a man to so deftly touch you with that same soft, delicate gentleness. To caress you as lightly as the wind, and spend an eternity worshipping your heavenly body. You want a man who will love every inch of you. Who will kiss you slowly as he tenderly strokes your stomach... your legs... your arms... and your breasts."

"Mason, please stop talking like this.." Once again he was speaking of her body. Once again he spoke to her with words a man should not speak to a married woman. But this time, she felt no offense. She only felt an awakening in her body has he called off each part of her anatomy.

"I know these things, " he continued, ignoring her request, "because I know you."

"Carol felt her voice grow meek. "How?"

"I've always known you, as you've always known me. We were mean to be together. You married the wrong man. He can't understand you. he can't worship you. Not like I can. I can read your mind, and more importantly, your desires, your sexuality." He looked carefully at Carol's eyes. She couldn't help but look back. "I am that man you have longed for. I am that man that can make love to you." He paused for a moment. "Make love with me."

Carol felt her entire body swept with a tingle. She felt the wind swoop around her, encouraging her. It was as if he had summoned it As if he had created a means to carry away her old life, and gently rest her in a new one.

Carol finally was able to move her eyes. She looked around, and realized she hadn't separated herself from the picnic as much as she had intended. There were faces, too hard to count and too hard to recognize, staring back at her. They seemed to melt in quiet shock as the heard Mason's intent. A hush, a gasp fellow over her onlookers in their expression of disbelief. To carol, it sounded like ecstasy. A stifled desire that she now had the power to interpret has unfulfilled longings.

Somebody approached Mason. Her eyes were too blurred to make out the face, but her ears managed to hear his words. He said to Mason, "I think you'd better leave."

Mason turned, and looked back at carol. She saw his face. She saw his intent. Make love to me...





Mason started to step to his bathroom, when a flash of peach caught his eye. He moved closer, trying to look outside the window. He pulled back the curtain that obscured his vision.

A lovely woman stood on his porch. A lovely woman who had returned to her home to correct her mistake. A woman who had the intention to put things right, the way they should be. A woman who changed from an old pair of beat-up sweats and a T-shirt, and into a pretty, delicate peach dress.

She paced slowly across the porch, twiddling her fingers and possibly mumbling her last sentences of doubt. Or possibly working up the courage to walk to the door, knock on it, and wait for it to open. Mason smiled.

Carol interrupted her twitching hands as the front door creaked open.

She was aware of the soft fabric of the peach dress down the length of her body, yet it felt invisible at the moment. Mason's eyes possessed the power to see under the short hem, right down the low-cut top, and right through the fabric in general. He could see her intent, and he knew her thoughts. Turning back know would be pointless because he already knew what was know in her heart. He already knew she was going to make love to him. He already knew he had won.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't need to ask why she was visiting. He didn't need to banter around the issue with small talk. In fact, his question was really rhetorical.

"Yes."

Mason outstretched his hand, and Carol stopped twiddling hers to take it. She stepped past him, and he closed the door behind her.

He still held her hand as she entered his home. She wondered how he would love her. Was he going to rip off all her clothes in a mad frenzy? Was he going to throw her to the ground right then and there and mount her like a wild dog? Of course not... Carol silently bid farewell to last images of her husband. To the last images of emptiness.

She felt a kiss on her shoulder, and the hot breath that spilled down her chest.

"Uh-uh!" she caught her breath as though something was trying to knock it out of her.

"Your tense..." Mason said, and Carol knew it was true. She was excited, yet terrified. But her mind was made up, whether by her own will or Mason's she wasn't sure, but it was decided nonetheless.

She expected Mason's touch to gain more private ground in a hurry, but he seemed in no hurry at all. He guided her into his home with a touch no more intimate than that of a good friend. Surprisingly, he indicated for her sit on the couch. She did, and he sat beside her.

"I know this is difficult for you..." he said. He smiled warmly at her, but still didn't touch. Carol was amazed at his confidence. She expected to be ravaged the moment she was inside, attacked with a passion and fear that suggested she had to be made love to before she changed her mind. But Mason was so sure, so calm, and so relaxed. Just as he had always been. Making love with him seemed more and more like the natural course of her life.

He poured a drink for each of them, and relaxed into the couch beside her. He continued to smile at her, and reached out a hand to stroke her hair. Carol's eyes looked to the floor.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she said.

"Shh..." Mason whispered, and caressed her cheek. She could hear the sound of it. She could hear the sound of his flesh on her flesh, of his breath on her flesh. Carol involuntarily flinched, and she wondered if Mason would get angry.

He didn't. He continued stroking her hair. "You are so incredibly beautiful." He whispered to her. "Believe in who your are, and what you are doing. Believe you are the greatest essence of a woman, for that is what you are."

Carol took a gulp from her drink as he kissed her neck. It was a light kiss... a tender kiss, but she felt her entire body tighten. Again, she could hear the sound. A light, wet sound of hi lips. Why was this happening? If she wanted to be with this man, why was her body still acting so hesitant?

She closed her eyes. Relax, Carol. Relax, she told herself. Mason's kisses felt good, but still distant. She was married. She shouldn't be doing this...

His hand rested on her bare leg. She sensed he wished to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away. Still, he didn't seemed concerned or worried. It was as if he knew exactly the stages she was going through and was prepared to wait for her eventual acceptance. It was that same sense of knowing he displayed from the moment they met. That same assuredness that told her, "I'm going to make love to you."

His hand moved up her leg, caressing the soft flesh in his hand. The silence in the room and her sensitive ears made it easy for her to hear the rubbing sound of the touch. The sound of pending adultery. She again tightened with the thought, and at the new sound of her rustling dress. His hand was bringing up the hem.

"Ooh!" She flinched again. His hand hadn't probed down between her legs. It still rested firmly on top. But it was much higher than a friend's hand would be. Of course, Mason wasn't meant to be a friend. in fact, he never really had been. She had been too afraid of what he was supposed to be to let him be anything less. Carol squirmed slightly at his touch, at the touch of her lover.

Mason lifted his hand, but not in surrender. He was grasping the edge of her dress, and he lifted it up her waist. Carol opened her eyes again, and watched as he folded the dress over her matching peach panties. They reflected the light of the evening sun in creases, and were tightly pressed against her body. Carol squirmed again as his breath caressed the satin. She was exposed. She was more naked to him now than she had been in those moments of fear. But now she felt she wasn't naked enough.

Mason continued folding the dress along her hips as though he was setting a table. He knew he didn't have to touch her to keep her from trying to pull the hem back down. He knew she would sit there, quiet and ready, as he soaked in the beauty of her peach-pantied vagina. She was here for the stretch of time, for the eternity of bliss. Mason sat back slightly, looking down on his lover's naked hips and legs, and the beautiful satin in the tender area between her legs. He wasn't saying a word, yet his expression and attention conveyed an appreciation of her beauty unlike any she had received before. It was pure adoration, and like any object of unspeakable beauty, he was afraid to touch it lest he ruin it somehow. He just watched for awhile as her chest and abdomen filled with air, then lowered with an exhale. The folds in her panties opened slightly with breath, and reformed as the air escaped her in slow breaths. She felt her senses grow in power, and felt could now sense Mason's breath flowing between her legs,.

Again, she expected him to move on her at any second. But that thought was tempered with the understanding that such action was from her past. The expectation came from her unappreciating husband, and the crass, uncaring way in which he took pleasure from her body. It was blasphemy. Now, with Mason, it wouldn't be a mad rush of lust. This was going to be a slow, wonderful love-making. The old thoughts melted from her mind as she sensed the warmth of Mason above her, watching her. The past dripped into the couch as she gained strength from Mason's worship.

Mason stood, and outstretched his hand. Carol hadn't even wondered if she was to be made love to on the couch. She didn't want t think about the details. She wanted to let go, and let this man love her. However he chose, wherever he chose.

She took his hand and stood up. Her carefully folded dress remained so, and failed to cover her panties as she let herself be led down the hall. She was a little surprised when he turned into the bathroom.

Mason continued to hold her hand as he reached into the shower. The water sprayed down with a soothing crash, and Carol realized where their love-making was to be.

The sound constant spray of the water seemed to ooze the last tension out of her. The sound of her breath was obscured by the thundering water. The sound of his rubbing hand up her arm was imperceptible.

It was true. Mason's hand moved up her arm, but she couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear the sound of his flesh on hers. They seemed joined in the sound of watery spray, and as Mason's lips pressed against hers, she didn't flinch.

It was like a dream. Mason's smooth, wet lips met hers and moved across them in sweet satisfaction. The sound of the spray drowned out any thought in her mind that could have tried to hold her back. She was kissing him. She was loving him.

Mason stepped away from her, but left his eyes on hers in a locked stare. He unbuttoned his shirt, and let it drop to the floor. Carol smiled at him as he unfastened his pants, and let them, too, drop to the floor. He was naked except for a pair of briefs, and now standing still as he looked back at Carol.

She knew exactly what he expected, and moved her hand to her right shoulder. She slid off the strap of her dress, and repeated the process on the left side. All the while, she didn't break the shared gaze with Mason. The dress fell down her body, exposing her bare, well-tanned breasts and nipples. She jiggled and pulled as it gathered at her waist, then let it drop to floor. She stood opposite from Mason, now dressed only in her peach, satiny panties. Mason seemed in awe, and offered no spoken word. Carol could hear his voice from the past, his one-time offending comments about her legs and wonderful breasts. She knew how he felt at this moment.

Mason took her hand, and the two stepped into the shower. No sooner than the water hit them they were in a tight embrace. Their hands moving up and down each others bodies, exploring and feeling the pleasure of each other and the water trickling between their fingers. They kissed equally, and Carol felt he last of her constraint wash down her chest and through the drain below.

She reared her head back, letting the spray pound directly on her chest until Mason's head intercepted it. His mouth closed on her dripping, erect left nipple. Carol cried her first moan of ecstasy as his mouth sucked and his hands moved to her rear. He massaged her buttocks slowly, and moved his tongue between her breasts. Her drank the water that collected between them, and licked the glistening flesh with his slow, writhing tongue. Carol saw his glistening erection stretching his briefs near her hips. She smiled as she knew it would be held at bay. It wasn't time...

Mason continued loving her breasts. He kissed slowly, licked tenderly, and rubbed his face gently into them. He pulled his hands up, and stared into her eyes. She noticed the wetness of his hair, the contours of his face, and the flecks of his pupils as he took his finger smoothly over her breast. He didn't move his gaze or his body... just his finger. It moved from the top of her breast, along the side, and underneath. He moved it slowly inward, covering every centimeter of flesh with his fingertip. Still, his eyes never left hers. Carol felt her lip quiver as the finger pushed against her nipple. It jumped with sensitivity, holding the potential for orgasm just from this delicate touch. She opened her lips, and let her breath flow freely. But she didn't break her gaze with Mason as he moved the finger between her breasts. He moved it up her chest. She felt it dip between her ribs, and circle her collar bone. She felt her left nipple ache for its turn at the touch. She felt her left breast pulse with the anticipation of his lowering finger. She could feel the water running down her chest, preceding Mason's touch. Finally, his finger pressed against the soft, cushiony skin. She bit her lip as it traced its way to the left nipple. her voice cracked slightly as it touched. His hand now spread open, covering and taking her breast into his hand. He leaned against her, meshing their naked flesh. Be used both hands now, slowly lifting and feeling her breasts.

Carol was moaning. The quiet church girl was vocally responding to Mason's touch. She could barely hear herself at first over the crashing spray, so she allowed herself the extra volume it took to reach her ears. She felt uninhibited and free with Mason. Somehow, all the old rules of good- girldom seemed pointless. Ohh, se moaned simply at Mason's caressing of her breasts! She moaned at the attention to her body that had already outlasted any intercourse she ever shared with her husband.

Mason was now kissing her softly, slowly over her breasts and stomach, His hands lovingly caressed her as they slid up and down her legs,. He paid attention to every part of them as well. Kissing and touching her legs as if he didn't understand them, and needed the touch to discover her. He moved to her ankles, her feet, and her arms. he loved her as if her elbows and shoulders excited him as much as her breasts and vagina. Will had never loved her like this. No man had ever seemed to get past her obvious attributes and appreciate her so completely.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohh!" Carol moaned with each tender placement of his lips. She lost the ability to stand, and slid down to the shower floor. Mason gabbed a towel hanging outside the glass, folded it, and put behind her head. Carol leaned against the back of the shower, her legs outstretched as far as they could in the tight space.

Mason moved between them. Carol let every ounce of strength ebb from her as she realized she needed no exertion of her own. All she had to do was rest there. She breathed low, long moans as he worked his lips on her legs. His fingers softly caressed her feet and ankles as he kissed her shins. She opened herself to him, letting her legs rest against the shower wall and door. Mason kissed her knees, tickling underneath with his tongue. His hands moved up her thighs in long, smooth strokes. The water partly beat against her stomach, and partly against Mason's back. She kept her eyes closed as much from the spray as she did the sublime ecstasy building inside her. She was so close... so close to being loved.

His hand moved up between her legs, palming the delicate area covered by her soaked panties. His lips moved up her dripping thighs, and Carol finally moved her hands. She rested them on his head, inviting him up higher... patiently waiting for his lips to reach her panties. She felt her chest heave as his first kiss pressed against the satin. A wonderful burst of energy glowed beneath the fabric, patiently waiting to be filled and loved. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her, but was learning his lesson in patience.

His fingers worked down into her dampened panties, and massaged her awaking pussy. Delicate touches. Soft presses. Carol moved her hands between her legs, pressing them against his as he worked his fingers under the fabric. His index finger found her clit, and rubbed it with a slow, forceful pressure.

"Mason..." she could say his name now. She could express herself now. She was glad she wasn't completely naked at this point. She was glad she could offer this one last gesture of invitation. Carol slid her fingers under the panty straps, and slowly slid them down her legs. Mason took over when her reach hit its limit, and dropped the peach, satin panties onto the watery shower floor.

She felt glazed over with pleasure as she watched Mason slid his own briefs down and expose his penis. She lay there, completely naked and helpless before the erect man. She figured it had always been as such...

"Oh, Mason!" His penis moved inside her slowly. It felt wet, warm, and wonderful. His size slowly filled her, and she felt her cunt tighten around the welcome intruder. He was positioned carefully, holding himself up so that his entire weight didn't push her into the hard shower tiles. He pulled out of her slowly, watching her eyes as she received the pleasure he gave her and knowing she was watching him as he received it in turn.

The look contained a hundred messages, each in a language beyond the spoken word and far more intimate than speech could be. They were loving each other, feeling each other, pleasing each other... Mason's penis continued its gentle penetration of her vagina. Each stroke seemed beautiful and complete with destiny. This is the man to love her, she thought. This man, and no other. Oh, how she felt him! How she felt the water tickle her body as it throbbed with wonder. How it washed away the sin, how it washed away Will...

She realized she was rubbing her breasts, something she had never done during sex before. She had never touched herself before, but now did it comfortably. It wasn't just for her. She knew Mason would enjoy the sight of her nipples poking through her fingers and the contorting shapes of her rounded flesh. She knew he would be pleased that he made her feel so good that touching herself was a needed, natural experience.

Mason continued his gentle thrusting, apparently gaining inspiration from the increasing arousal of his lovely partner beneath him. A thought passed through Carol's mind... she was ready for him to quicken his rhythm. Just as she thought it, it became so. Mason's cock plunged deeper, more powerfully into her.

"Ohh! Ohh!" Carl winced from the mixture of pleasure and swelling pain that filled her cunt. She pinched her nipples as she felt his penis slam into the back of her pussy. The two sensations seemed to eliminate all pain, and leave only orgasmic ecstasy.

"Ohh, Carol.. Oh, my love! " Mason breathed between grunts. His powerful arms still held his body slightly above hers. She wanted to feel more of him. She wanted her body to be against his as much as possible. She reached up, and massaged his chest, stroking the short hairs scattered across him.

"Ohh! Ohh!" their moans joined in harmony. Their eyes remained locked on each other, conveying as much of their shared satisfaction as their sounds and bodies. Carol couldn't imagine greater love-making. She couldn't imagine a greater fucking. She moved her hands to his hips, feeling the power of Mason's body driving into her. She wanted his penis. She wanted his body. She wanted his love. And she wanted his sperm.

Her eyes closed for a moment as she reveled in her private thoughts. She wondered if Mason could ever understand how incredible he was making her feel. She was a woman. Not from her age, not from the marriage to her husband. But from his love-making. From his patient, intent, dedicated love-making that Carol realized began the moment he saw her. The previous months had been foreplay. This was the orgasm.

Carol cried out. Her voice screamed with pleasure sounds that had no English meaning, but pure sexual meaning. Her moans crashed in her ears, obscuring every sound from the slurps of Mason's penis in her pussy to the crashing of the water around her. Her body flinched as she felt his sperm shoot inside her. It was an ecstatic flinch. It was a flinch of digging her fingernails into his hips and tightening her body for fear she would explode if she didn't. She could hear Mason moaning with her, and the sound of their two primal voices was perhaps the greatest sexual satisfaction she had ever known.

They had made love. They had fucked, or whatever term one wanted to use to describe the union of their bodies. But words seemed unable to capture the sensation of the bond. They were together, and perhaps nothing could describe it better than that.

They rested in the shower a few moments. Mason lay atop her, kissing her breasts and gently rubbing her pussy. Carol basked in the after-sex attention, kissing his forehead as her body continued to nurture his love. Eventually, Mason turned off the shower and pulled a dry towel to her. He alternated kissing the water from her flesh and dabbing it way with the towel. Carol relished the feeling of his semi- hard penis brushing against her. She loved being naked with him.

Their lips meant in a long, lingering kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies made complete contact. At once the desires hit her again. At once she wanted to re-love this man, and again feel his body inside her. But new desires sprung up inside her. She didn't want to be selfish in the sex and receive his attentions. She wanted to return them. She wanted to do things to him that would make him feel as much as man as he had made her feel a woman. She wanted to take his penis into her mouth, she wanted to receive him from behind, she wanted to feel his smooth, warm penis hump eagerly between her breasts.. She broke off their kiss, and smiled at Mason.

"Again..."

And with no other words, Mason read her intent. He read what was going to happen to him, and the unbelievable pleasures that awaited him. He carefully picked Carol up into his arms, her wonderfully naked body heaving in his grasp. He carried her to the bedroom, where her intent would be carried out..






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