Aibell stood on the bridge, her 'quiet meeting' had ended early. It was a time that betrothed couples, that lived separately due to social levels, would meet for a romantic date. This would be generally overlooked by anyone who cared. It was a tradition in village Aabhainn going back hundreds of years.
Her meeting with her love, Conall, had been cut short because the town guard alarm had sounded. Something was afoot, and he had to report for duty. They had, at that moment, doing something that Aibell allowed once in a while, carefully and with lots of rules. When Conall was very exited and hard in her hand, she would allow him to slip his cock into her cunny, just once, in and out, with a short delay for a kiss while it was inside. It was a secret intimacy that no one talked about. Women in her social class were expected to marry as a virgin. Letting him in and out really quickly was overlooked. She and Conall had been in the middle of that when the horns sounded.
She stood at the railing, sad that he had to go, and savoring their time together that night. What she never told Conall was how excited and wet she'd get from their quiet meetings. She felt that now, and would take care of that at home, alone in bed.
As she turned to leave, a dark figure approached from her side. It startled her as he slid a hand into hers.
"Miss. A moment, please. I am Sorel. May I know your name?"
"Aibell, but I'm un-escorted, I must go, excuse me."
"Just wait. I will escort you, but I just want to talk for a moment first. I'll be a gentleman."
"I really don't think my boyfriend or my parents would approve? Okay?"
"A quick moment! Would you please show me where you and your boyfriend had your quiet meeting? Which little spot?"
"What? What is that? We weren't doing that!"
"I heard both of your soft whimpers as he was inside of you."
Aibell got very nervous and looked around.
"We didn't do that, please stop saying it. I'm a good girl."
"Yes honey you are. I know that. You're just very in love, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then only 1 slip inside is okay. Never more."
"I know! I mean I know, I don't let him go..just once each time in and out. Please don't tell anyone?"
"Of course not. I would never. But it seemed like both your whimpers lasted a few seconds. What was causing that?"
"Umm I don't know? It was just in and out, it really was!"
"Dear girl, we need to sit and talk about this. You have time. Take me to the spot you two were."
"Please don't tell anyone else about this? Are you with the temple? You can't tell them!"
"Hush. Take me now. Go on."
Aibell was near panic that her parents or the temple would hear that she was having quiet meetings. Why did this man have to be here? He was so nosey! She took him to the little spot behind the hedgerow where her and Conall always went. There was a soft patch of grass by the edge. Her boyfriend would not like her back here with some older man!
"Right here. Okay? Please let me go home?"
"Sweetheart if you're honest with me, I won't tell the temple. We're just going to talk about what happened, you and me. Come sit."
Aibell was shaky and anxious as the man sat on the spot where her boyfriend sat, and pulled her down next to him.
"Does he sit where I am? And that's your spot?"
"Y-yes."
"Do you kiss like this? Or how?"
"Umm! I don't know. Like this I guess.."
"Aibell. You need to be honest with me if I'm not going to report this to the temple."
"Umm! He likes me...umm. I get on top. And we kiss."
"Please show me how you do that."
"What? I can't! You're not my boyfriend!?"
"Honey it's fine. No one can see us. I need to understand if you went too far or not. Now just show me."
"I.....he would be very upset! Please?"
"Ok I think we should just go to the temple now, there should be..."
"Wait! No. Okay? I'll show you then we can be done, please?"
Aibell stood up and bunched her skirts at her waist. She had on her boyfriend's favorite pink cotton panties. Sorel saw that the crotch of the panties was wet.
"At this point do you remove your panties?"
"No? Um. No, not now. It's just kissing and talking."
"Go on, show me."
She was anxious as she lowered herself on to this man's lap. Her boyfriend would be wroth! She settled down, the crotch of her panties pressing his crotch.
"Um so just like this ok? Can I get up?"
"No honey. Not yet. Why is your cunny so wet? Your panties are soaked."
"Um I don't know!? Please don't look at that!"
"How long was he inside you? It was longer than the in and out that is overlooked..."
"No? It was normal. Please, you're scaring me! Don't tell anyone that you think that!"
"Do you do it whilst on top?"
"Yes. So I can make sure it's not too long inside!"
"Do you like how it feels inside your cunny?"
"Yes?"
Casually, he tugged her dress and undid two buttons, showing more of her breasts.
"Don't! Why did you do that?"
"You are such a nervous girl. Relax, we're having a private talk."
"This isn't right..."
"So what happened at this point. You leaned down and kissed him?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
"Huh? Show you? Like lean down to you??"
"Pretend I am your boyfriend. Do as you do with him."
"No? I'm not kissing you! That's worse than me doing stuff with him!"
"It's just us two here, privately. I need to understand what you two do and then decide how to proceed."
She just sat on him, staring into his eyes. He was her father's age, and he clearly was someone from the temple, but what he was asking her to do was going way too far.
"Do you love your boyfriend, honey?"
"Yes! Very much."
"Before you lean down to kiss him, does he or you unbutton your dress? To let him enjoy your breasts and nipples?"
"H..he does..."
Sorel slid his hands up her sides and began to undo the remaining 4 buttons. He used a finger on each side and slid the dress away from her breasts. They were perfect and so very lovely. Her large, pink nipples were erect. He rubbed his thumbs over them, and she whimpered and grabbed his wrists. The feeling of his calloused thumbs sliding across her nipples had felt so good that her clit was pulsing. Her clit, which was mushing against his crotch through her wet panties. There was something warm and quite fat and hard in his pants, and she could feel it.
"Please don't do that. No touching..."
"Don't be nervous. Does your boyfriend enjoy your breasts whilst you two kiss?"
"Yes. Why do you need to know all this!?"
To decide what to do about it, if anything. Now hush. Show me how you two kiss.."
"Please...I can't....he'd be so upset!"
He slid his thumbs over her nipples again and she squeaked. It made her push down on him harder. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs on her nipples, and she leaned down. It was very strange to be face to face with someone other than her boyfriend. They kissed, and she flinched a little when his tongue slipped into her mouth a little, seeking hers. She allowed this, the tips of their tongues licking. She felt a warm flush when she imagined how her boyfriend would feel, seeing this. Her eyes half closed because he was firmly rubbing her nipples with his rough thumbs and it felt so good she felt like melting. She sensed that her cunny was a squishy wet mess, especially as it was pressing on his cock through his hose and her panties. It made her feel nervous and giddy.
About two minutes later, Aibell realized that she wasn't demonstrating anymore, they were making out deeply. She kept trying to stop herself, but the feeling of pushing her cunny down on his shaft, and his thumbs on her nipples, was driving her crazy.
"How long does the kissing go on honey?"
"That's umm...like long enough.."
"So what happens now?"
She wanted to lie. Or get up and leave. But she looked shyly at Sorel and told him.
"I unlace his hose. So...his you know is out."
"Go ahead then..."
