John had escaped.
Five years in Wentworth High Security Prison for rape. He had another seven years to go but couldnāt take any more - he had to be free. Free to take a woman.
His dreams had tantalised him with pictures of beautiful women begging him to fuck them. Begging him to use their bodies however he wished. The curves of breasts called to him. The glistening wet labia beckoned him. For five long years he had ignored the dreams. Now he could do so no longer. The ache in his groin was too much to bare. His need was too pressing. He wanted a woman.
But not just any woman. Not like the last time. John hadnāt even known her name. He had caught her walking through the park late one winter night. Knocking her to the ground he had roughly torn open her blouse and ripped of her bra before squeezing and mauling her breasts and nipples. She had protested and called out as he had dragged her skirt up to her waist and yanked her knickers down to and over her anklesā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.
Five years and never even masturbated. Just living in torment with his dreams .
And then he had seen the Governorās wife.
He had been in a work party outside the prison gates weeding the flower borders by the car park when a low slung sports car had pulled into the parking space next to where he was working on his hands and knees.
He had looked up in time to watch her open the car door and swing her long legs out. For a few seconds her legs had separated and he had seen up her skirt to the white strip of her knickers. The prominent bulge of her labia was unmistakeable - as was the cleft between them.
Later that night he told his cell mate what he had seen.
āYou be careful. From what you have told me that was the Governorās wife. She always comes on a Thursday to meet her old man (heās twice her age) and they have dinner together in his office because Thursday is his duty night and she has a meal with him and then goes home on her own. They live not far from here in the house by the meadow.
āSheās beautifulā John said.
āShe sure is - but like I said, you be careful and donāt let her see you watching her. She could get you another year or two just for looking up her dressā.
John had seen the Governors wife on several occasions after that. He made sure he didnāt let her see he was watching. He didnāt see her knickers again but once when she bent over the boot of her car he caught a glimpse of the fullness of her breasts and her nipples had made a pair of points under her blouse.
His dreams changed. Now the women were no longer faceless. They were the Governorās wife. Always she lay before him with her long legs spread open. He could see again in his dreams the bulge of her sex beneath her knickers. But never beyond. And he longed to see her naked cunt and know it. If he wanted to he must escape and go to the house by the meadow.
The desire to see her cunt grew until he was half mad with lust and longing. So he planned. And he schemed. And he escaped.
Now he lay in the garden of the house by the meadow and watched. He saw the darkened house and he knew the Governorās wife was in it. On her own. It was Thursday and the Governor was at the prison - and would be all night. The dim light from an upstairs window attracted him to go inside - to the Governorās wife.
