Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains
For most of the morning, Frankie and Kay remained on the porch of the cabin Kay was buying, talking about a lot of things and learning far more about each other than they ever thought they would know.
She and Frankie covered a wide range of topics in their conversation and Kay became more and more impressed with the young man's maturity and the careful way he was planning his life. He had better plans for his future than she'd had when she was his age. Of course, he had supportive parents who could afford to finance his college education, which her parents couldn't do. "You've got your future pretty well planned, don't you, Frankie?" she commented.
Frankie shrugged and looked a little sheepish. "Sort of," he replied. "At least I thought I did. I didn't count on you being a part of it, though."
His comment took Kay by surprise. "Am I really going to be a part of his future?" she thought. "Is it realistic, or sensible, for either of us to think that could happen?" "I...I didn't either," she said softly.
"This is nice, talking like this," Frankie commented. "I mean, I really like making love with you, but this is nice, too, in a different kind of way. I...I've never talked with anyone the way you and I have been talking."
"It is nice, isn't it?" Kay replied. "I haven't had such a nice talk in ages." It surprised her to realize that there was more to their relationship than wonderful sex. She did like just being with Frankie and talking with him. He was an attentive listener and he had a wide range of interests that made conversation with him enjoyable. She couldn't remember ever feeling this comfortable talking with her husband.
And just being with him felt good. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt quite like this with Stu, even when they first started dating. By the time Stu came into her life, she was half-convinced she'd never find anyone who wanted to marry her. Had she married him out of fear? She had begun to wonder if she'd ever loved him.
Frankie turned to her, put his hand on the silken softness of her hair and pulled her face to his. When his lips covered hers her tongue slid between his lips and into his mouth and caused desire to flare inside him. He could feel her hand drop to his lap and she gently began to stroke his penis, which immediately began to grow hard.
Kay was flushed and gasping softly when the kiss ended. "Oh, Frankie, what am I going to do?" she said breathlessly. Her body was coming alive, just from the kiss. "You make me feel so wonderful when you kiss me!"
Frankie began stroking one of her breasts gently through the smooth material of her sweater and could feel the nipple grow erect. She was pressed against tightly him so he could feel her trembling. "Are you OK now, Kay?" he asked. "You're shaking."
"I'm fine, my darling. I'm shaking because of the effect you have on me. Oh, Frankie, you're always so gentle with me," she whispered. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I just can't get over how gentle you are!"
Frankie tugged down the zipper on her sweater and slid his hand inside, onto her hot, bare skin. He was happy to discover that, once again, she wasn't wearing a bra. He began toying with a rigid nipple. A shudder went through her and a soft sigh escaped from her. Her hand clutched his swelling penis.
"God, Frankie, you know that when you do that, it makes me crazy, don't you?" Kay whispered. "You're turning me on! I...I wish I had a key so we...we could go inside and make love!"
Frankie continued to fondle her breast. "I'm turned on, too," he replied. "Being with you does that to me."
Kay realized she was about to lose control again, and really didn't care. She fumbled his pants open and slid her hand inside, onto his swollen penis. "God, Frankie, I need you!" she murmured. "How...how are we going to...to..."
"What...what's the matter with making love right here?" Frankie groaned.
"He...here?" Kay gasped. She found it hard to think. His hand slid into her slacks, between her legs and he began to caress her need-damp middle. She shuddered. Hunger for him was rapidly overwhelming her. "We...we can't make love here in broad daylight! How...how can we do that?"
"Why can't we? You want me, don't you?" Frankie asked and slid his finger into her tight opening, making her squirm.
"God, yes!" Kay replied. Her hips, moving of their own volition, were thrusting her opening against his hand. "You know I do! Oh, God, darling, you're making me crazy!"
"Sit on my lap," he told her.
