I’m not really sure how long it went on, me finger fucking myself, careful to bring myself to the edge, but not over, time after time, while she abused my tits and nipples. Too long. Not long enough. I was too lost in a haze of perpetual ecstasy to care. Eventually, though, the credits began to roll and she deftly buttoned my sweater up, and planted a soft wet kiss on my cheek before laying her hand over mine once more, pulling it away from my hungry hole, much to my chagrin.We waited until everyone else had left before hastily pulling my skirt back down and standing unsteadily with her help. I followed her, my hand in hers, so lost in sexual euphoria that I walked into one of the glass doors on the way out of the building, moaning softly as I felt the trickle of desire running down the insides of both thigh as the cooling night air found its way under my short skirt.oOo There was a small park with several trails within walking distance of the theatre. At this time of night it was. " She smiled. "Whatever you want."I nodded, gave her the quartermaster's requisition, and we began loading the wagon with two-hundred pound barrels of well-milled white flour. By sunset we were done and the lady of the house offered us a meal which we enjoyed along with a bottle of home-made wine of some sort, blackberry maybe. Then George and the girl, whose name I have completely forgotten, scurried off to the loft, all but panting to be at each other.The woman, whose name was Portia, smiled at me as she washed her plates and trenchers. "Nice to be young, ain'it?" she said, pushing her hair from her face with the back of her hand. We could hear the panting from above. The front of her dress gaped invitingly and our hips rubbed together now and again.I agreed and dried what she handed me, feeling myself rapidly hardening. Then she took my hand, kissed my knuckles, and we adjourned to her sturdy bed, blew out the lamp and stripped out of all our clothes in record time. The very first.
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