1. Unexpected Encounter, Part 2: The Morning After


    Date: 10/26/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: countrylad81, Source: LushStories

    Slowly I began to stir from my sleep. The crisp sheet made a scrunching sound as I moved. My senses slowly came back to me and I became aware of the uncomfortable shape in which my body was laying. I was positioned face down with my collar bone pressed against the bulky pillows. This posture wasn't uncommon for me, but the thick pillows felt like they were wrapping themselves around my face. My arms were packed tightly underneath the pillows and I tugged until they emerged. I got my arms underneath my body to prop myself up and felt the coldness of my forearms squeezing my breasts together. I took several breaths which got progressively deeper and deeper. My senses continued to return and, when I dragged my legs up towards my body, it was then that I became aware of the warmth beside me. My foot brushed against Jack's leg as he continued to sleep. His deep breathing sounded like a gentle snore, but it was more a comfort than an annoyance, like the purring of a cat. Cautiously, I began to separate our bodies, being careful not to disturb him from his slumber. The soft light of the early morning crept through the windows and showed his outline, the thick sheet pulled so snugly over his shoulders that only his hair poked above. Moving to the far edge of the king size bed, I looked back over my shoulder at Jack. I found it so calming just listening to him breathe in such a slow and steady rhythm. What we had done last night was only sinking in now. Despite having had to come to ...
    yet another one of these product shows, having been at my friend's wedding had put me in an emotionally good place. Over the course of the night, three different men, all of them strangers, had asked to dance. And, even though dance was as far as it went, it still made me feel good. It had been a few years since my divorce. Even though I'd dated on and off since then, it had felt like such a long time since I'd shared such intimacy. Before last night, I never thought I could ever share that intimacy with a man less than half my age. And, as I looked over at his form laying next to me, that's how I saw Jack... a man, not a boy. Though Jack was a handsome young man, it was his personality and confidence that had attracted me. His confidence allowed him to use his sense of humour to great effect, and at the same time his youth gave him a sense of innocence that excited me. I knew as soon as I met him that he was a lot younger than me, but I wouldn't have guessed that he was only nineteen. Or, as he reminded me last night, he was nearer twenty now than anything. His confidence in the way he spoke, even the pitch of his voice, added a few years. Although so youthful, the strength of his facial features gave the appearance of a man. He was in no way rugged looking: that's something he would never be even as he aged. Describing him as beautiful would be just as apt as calling him handsome. When I'd admitted that I was forty-three, he'd barely reacted. Jack wasn't repulsed by it, but ...
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