Chapter 2: The Orchard
Lanette, a forty-two year old English woman has seduced, and been seduced by nineteen year old Walter, right under her husband's nose. They have been family friends for years, but the awakening of his hormones has caused him to see her differently. And the experience with him has changed her.
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Lanette drove home, her head swirling with a rush of emotions. She knew that this sex-powered emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was too old to be harboring such feelings toward Walter. He had been a family friend for four years, and just finished his first year of college. She prayed that, somehow, she could control herself. She would not see him until the weekend, and they would not have time to be alone together then. Maybe she could put their relationship back on the level it belonged and somehow overcome her body's betrayal.
But over the next few days, she found her self returning again and again to the memory of what happened in the boat. When Doug was gone during the day, she could not resist wanking at the though of what Walter had done to her...with her. She felt so guilty but wanted it so much. She knew that she would see him again Saturday. But to see him and not be able to be with him? And would Doug see how randy she was for him?
The wind was up that Saturday and everyone went out sailing. Lanette managed to avoid seeing Walter except at a distance, and the activity of sailing kept her mind busy. But the wind died in the afternoon and everyone started heading in. As Lanette helped Doug tie the yacht up, she glanced over to Walter and their eyes connected. She felt the tremor in her belly as he smiled at her. Then she glanced at Doug, worried that he might notice, but he was working on his fourth beer and the subtleties of his wife's behavior were not on his radar.
Everyone gathered at the picnic table for tea time and Doug had another beer, while Lanette had a glass of wine hoping to calm her nerves. In the interest of more modesty, Lanette had put a full tee-shirt on over a thin silk bra, and some nice sweat pants. As the group gathered, Lanette noticed Walter was not with the group and looked around for him. She didn't see him anywhere and was disappointed, and then she felt ashamed for being disappointed. She chatted mindlessly with others in the group, and then went back to the boat to refill her wine glass.
She returned moments later with a glass of wine and sat down at the table only to realize Walter was sitting right across from her. She recovered from her surprise and smiled. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Walter's gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her T-shirt, and the nipples, which showed through unmistakably. It was impossible for Lanette not to notice Walter's preoccupation with her breasts. She realized that, given the circumstances, her choice of clothing hadn't been the best. She sensed the effect she was having on Walter, but she knew the effect he was having on her.
She felt an urgent need to pee, coupled with wetness in her crotch that was not pee. She excused herself and walked up the hill to the bathroom in the clubhouse. She chose one of the larger bathrooms with a shower, pulled her shorts and knickers down to her ankles, and sat down to pee. As soon as she touched herself to wipe, the other pressing need came to the front. The next thing she knew, she was leaning back on the loo, her right hand squeezing her breasts, her left hand rubbing her needy fanny. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her because she couldn't explain how Walter could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because Doug's five-thrust slap and tickle hadn't given her an orgasm in a year other than her own wanking. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance as she approached menopause. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her will power not to jump his bones earlier. She was not going to be denied her release now.
She reluctantly removed her hands from her their current pleasure, and kicked loose the shorts around her ankle. She closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her enflamed cunny. With one hand on her button and one attacking her fanny, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm.
Dreamily, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, there was Walter, standing above her in the bathroom, staring intently at her. She almost screamed his name with the realization she had not locked the door, and moved to cover herself. But just then, her body betrayed her, exploding into orgasm.
"Oh, sod it! It's noowww!" she whispered, closing her eyes. Her hands shot instantly back to her fanny, renewing their effort with a relentless attack. She kept up this attack as her hips thrust skyward to meet her hands. "Oh Walter," she sighed as wave after wave engulfed her, carrying her swiftly and deliberately to Nirvana. Finally, her orgasms started to subside. After several moments, exactly how long she couldn't tell, she started to regain her composure. When she finally realized where she was, and what had just happened, she opened her eyes. Walter already had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs.
She tried to sit up and close her legs when she suddenly felt Walter's tongue licking the juices off of her inner thighs. She felt his soft, tender kisses moving slowly toward the heart of her womanhood. She tried once again to sit up, but Walter gently pushed her back down. She was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued its march towards her center, kissing her right thigh, gently nibbling her left, until finally reaching its goal.
"Walter, what are you doing? Please stop, Walter. Not here!" His tongue dove deep inside her fanny, lapping up the juices that had only recently stopped flowing from her body. She felt the fires of lust re-igniting.
"Walter? Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes, Walter! Oh please Don't stop, Walter. Eat my fanny! Oh, yes." She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was her telling him to eat her fanny in the yacht club bathroom. Oh god, it felt so good.
Walter moved upwards and began sucking on Lanette's love button, sending shivers through her entire body. She clutched madly at her breasts, mashing them into her body, hissing out Walter's name. He inserted a finger into her juicy, wet cut. Then he twisted it and pressed up against her bladder, rubbing her G spot. She bucked her hips wildly as her body neared another orgasm.
"Oh, Walter, I'm...now..! Oh, bloody hell....." Lanette continued to thrash on the loo as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, it was over. She had never climaxed like that before. She opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. Walter laid his head on her thigh, with her pussy juices smeared all over his face. He smiled at her, but said nothing. She looked deeply into his eyes.
"Oh, Walter, this is so wrong." She caressed his hair tenderly and smiled at him. He stood in front of her and she gasped at the size of the bulge in his shorts. Slowly her hand wandered down to his cock, still encased in his work shorts. She reached down to feel the weight of his knackers and the desire overtook her again. She couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe she was about to take Walter's cock into her mouth. But she knew that she would. Somehow, she knew that she must.
She reached for his shorts and very slowly slid them down over his hips. It was like opening a Christmas present. Then, at last, it was free, standing straight and proud before her. She discarded his shorts and raised her hands to encase her trophy. She cupped his knackers gently in her left hand, then, tenderly, stroked his rigid length in her right.
Slowly, gently she rubbed him. She leaned in to kiss it, lightly on the bell-head at first, then taking it briefly into her mouth. She circled its eye with her tongue, clearly enjoying the feast before her.
Walter gently stroked her hair. "Do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she purred quietly.
"Do you want it?"
