It Happened When the Rains Came

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Julia and her husband Tom Anderson loved it here; close to the park that was set not so far from the river and along one of Freemantle’s favoured residential streets. Their house had been one of the first to be built by a sustainable, care for the planet, company. They had made something of their one level property with its red-tiled roofs and large garden; its carefully tended trees and shrubs and the grass managed as best as was possible allowing for the demands for water that even their assiduous roof collection system could not fully meet.

Julia mixed with folks all about her, their numbers growing as more properties were built out to a plan. She and Tom had decided on a plot that was flanked on one side by a modest, older property that its owners had resolutely refused to sell.

Julia understood the reasons only too well. The Anning family had lived in the town for a very long time so their roots went very deep, and they had been one of the first families to settle here, many years ago. They welcomed change but did not go so far as to sell up and see the family home flattened and to make way for one, maybe two, replacement properties. They just loved the enduring sense of wildness of the place and had often seen wallabies on their land and in the surrounding areas of bush. They had been driven off when new developments sprang up.

Julia sighed as she let the thin drapes fall back to block out the fierce light of the early afternoon sun. She would go out later for a swim; take to remembering just how much her life had changed over the past six years or so; changes that as she drifted into her late thirties seemed unlikely to be so very different from what had gone before; her life with Tom, in their marriage of some ten years, settled enough and becoming more prosperous as the years went by.

They hadn’t planned it this way, to remain childless and they didn’t think to take the tests and see what was wrong; if there was anything to worry about. Her Tom had it all and brought it to her often enough, in spite of the claims of his job and the travelling that he had to do along with his absences. Pushing those he managed to reach their targets meant that he had his pay topped up with a bonus. Earning it provided the funds to bring on their home and also to travel. It also lessened the pressure on her to find work.

She made their home what it was, and her Tom was always glad to come back there and to her; to their bed and ‘catching up’ moments, as he liked to call them in that easy drawl of his.

Such catching up moments had taken a twist some months ago.

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‘I see you’ve laid out my suit and shirts,’ Tom said one evening on coming home and after changing out of his day wear. ‘You’re my caring wife…’

‘I can’t have people in Perth or Sydney talking about you…’

‘It’s more relaxed now, darlin’…smart casual’s the game in town for all of us.’

‘It’s too relaxed.’ She met his kisses. ‘We could go for a swim and then have supper…go from there? You’ll be gone for a while…’

‘And you’ll miss me…I know,’ he said lightly and on a teasing smile.

‘I wouldn’t if…you know?’ Julia answered on a shrug and giving him a knowing look. A cherished dream eluded them.

‘Yeah, I know.’ Tom moved away; he wasn’t in the mood to talk of her hopes and dreams of having kids. ‘Time for a beer and moments with you…’

Julia felt him slip from her hold upon him; still cherished the hope that they would make another, together, and that she would, then, not feel that the house seemed to echo in the silence, and that the sound of the TV or the radio broke into; or the clatter of dishes as she made a meal to be eaten on her own.

Their meal was ready so she could indulge herself; be with Tom and after a romantic evening with the candles flickering on the table by the pool, their conversation light and easy, she sought to seduce him; found herself drinking more than her man did and he didn’t respond in the usual ways of it when in the water.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ she had asked finally when it was clear his mind was on other things.

‘I’m sorry…but I’m bothered about work…what I have to settle when I’m in Sydney tomorrow. Some sections of the business are being wound up…and people paid off.’

Julia met his distracted look. ‘Tell me?’

‘When I get back,’ he said on a shrug. Tom reached across the small space between them; pushed away the tumble of her long flaxen hair; brushed her cheek. ‘I’ll make it up to you when I get back…I promise.’

Tom left the table, their longed-for supper still untouched. Julia, on not hearing anything from their bedroom suite, walked soundlessly, in her bare feet, over the terrazzo floor only to find him already asleep; his head cradled on one arm and his naked body open to her gaze.

‘I should have taken you when you came home,’ she murmured, appreciating the look of him before drawing a sheet over him and kissing Tom’s lips. He stirred but did not respond as she hoped; so, her night’s plans were thrown into disarray and her body’s needs and her hopes of motherhood not to be met; that pathway still be stepped out on.

 

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Julia stirred; felt him kiss her lips and slide a hand over her naked skin.

‘I thought you’d forgotten how…’ she murmured drowsily, squirming under his teasing, slow touches; felt the press of his lips to her breasts; the slow questing slide of his fingers over her belly before he tugged on the hair that marked her slit. She was startled into full wakefulness when she felt that he was…already dressed.

‘You should have woken me!’ Julia kicked off the bedclothes and stumbled for the bathroom. ‘I was going to make you breakfast…have some more time with you!’

She met him in the doorway as a thin dressing gown was put on and the belt fastened at her waist. Julia felt the fabric against her skin, the silken rub of it against her nipples and hos it brushed her thighs as she moved. She fingered out her luxuriant curly brown hair as he drew near.

‘Tom?’ she said on meeting his kisses and knowing that they were being offered in farewell, not just in admiration for how she looked in the short-hemmed garment. ‘You should have woken me. Are things so bad?’

‘No, but there are changes planned and I’m a part of that…so, I want it all over and done with.’

‘And…and what about our home here?’ she asked in a fearful voice.

‘It’s not at risk, darling…none of this is. We still have a future here…’

‘I’m…I’m so glad to hear you tell me that.’ She kept from repeating what he knew could so easily follow. ‘Call me…whenever you can?’

‘Sure…as always.’ She walked him to the front door.

Once outside, Julia kissed Tom goodbye and felt the cool early morning breeze on the bare skin of her legs and the coolness of the paving slabs, and the dew, on her feet. She couldn’t keep from touching herself as the thin robe was clinched to her body. It did nothing to quell the ache of longing that her man had chosen not to satisfy. It would be days when she had no one with her and Tom had left her aching for his kind of loving, and an opportunity missed to make a cherished hope of hers become a reality. Her Tom really didn’t understand just how deep, and strong, that feeling went in her.

Making a coffee, putting a thin spread of honey on some French toast, and taking them to bed was no substitute for having a naughty with him, and all that could follow from that.

She must have dozed, for she woke with a start on hearing a lawn mower get throttled into life next door at the Anning’s place. Samantha, or Sammy as preferred to be called, must be home from her shift in the hospital and Ethan, a handyman, there to do her chores and that had become something of a routine.

Even Tom, when he’s too busy, or the chores have gotten out of sync, asked Ethan Machin to help out and attend to the garden chores sometimes. He gets a kick out of riding the mower over their patch of ground; it indulges a fantasy of him driving a car, which he’s not fit to do. A mishap at birth has left him behaving as if he’s not ‘a full loaf’. But he’s strong and personable, and he gets by on the few customers willing to use his services.

Julia pulls back the thin curtain and looks out over the two gardens. She sees him in a sleeveless denim jacket and shorts; his feet in boots that are unfastened; his mane of long brown-blonde hair tied up in a bandana. To anyone else he’d be thought a hippy or a rebellious sort.

To her ways of seeing him, Ethan simply enjoys who he is and has adapted only too well to being ‘slow’, but she’s heard that he lives at home with an ageing parent and Sammy’s said he’s about thirty years of age. She can only deduce that Ethan’s also a bit of a loner, which is sad given he has good looks about him. She takes Ethan to be happy, even if he does seem to live in his closed off world. He’s often known to lose track of what he was talking about whenever she engaged him in conversation.

‘What are you thinking of as you work?’ Julia whispers as she looks at him, the mower producing straight lines on the rough gras before it turns sharply and retraces its path towards the house. Ethan works the machine with ease and is seen to lean into the turns he makes, the speed he drives at never lessening. She can just make out that he’s laughing and is enjoying himself. Her thoughts of what she had sought from Tom are now vying with the sight of this strong young guy outside her bedroom window, the noise too much to have her thinking of going back to bed and reading.

‘Rufus!’ she calls out as their dog begins to bark, a sure sign that he thinks it’s his time for breakfast. It is about nine thirty, after all, and time that she really began her day. ‘Go outside, Rufus…do your business!’ His barks alert her that the door has to be opened, after all. ‘Okay…okay, I’m coming!’

She puts on her thin gown and fastens it loosely this time before she pads along the passageway and into the kitchen, then utility room.

‘I know…I know, I’m late,’ she coo’s and offering the dog a prolonged stroke of her nimble hands to his flanks.

After she’s let him out, she heads back towards the bathroom discarding the dressing gown once more and casting it onto the rumpled bedclothes. The tall bathroom mirror, set into the wall’s tiled surface allows for a moment’s self-indulgent look at her still firm breasted body and toned legs that walking Rufus, and swimming, have bestowed. Her tummy’s showing a soft voluptuous swell and her titties possess a pleasing, indolent droop, her nipples turned up as if inviting a kiss.

‘Damn! Not that too!’

All of a sudden she has heard the rain drumming against the window of the bedroom and on the skylight. It’s an only too welcome downpour, torrential as it soon becomes and the sky darkening incredibly quickly. There is the flash of lightning to be seen and then a following deepening crack and roll of thunder soon reaching her and echoing through the unseen sky. ‘Rufus will find shelter in the porch…’ She hopes the log store can take him. Tom has stacked a new delivery of logs in it only days ago.

‘Damn it!’ she cries out. Rufus hates to be out there and will be scraping and scratching at the door if she doesn’t let him in. ‘I’m coming, Rufie!’ she calls out even if she knows it pointless above the din. The ferocity of the storm makes it seem that it is directly overhead.

Rufus, trembling and soaked, rushes past her, on a soft whine, and into his box.

‘Sorry, misses Anderson,’ she is startled to hear called out. Julia grips the towel to her body as she meets Ethan’s look upon her. It’s as if he’s come out of nowhere.

‘What are you doing there?’ Julia asks in evident concern.

He too has that wild-eyed look as the thunder is still to be heard but is growing distant. The torrential rain still falls, the gutters overwhelmed and water cascading down and bouncing off the paved slabs at the edge of the house and the hard ground that is her lawn close by.

‘I’m…I’m letting misses Anning sleep so I came and got out of the rain here…sorry. The machine’s no good when it’s wet…so I had to stop.’ His broken ways of speaking seek to explain. Julia sees how his strong arms are slicked with rain, how his shirt clings to him and his shorts also. He’s wet through.

‘No…no…I understand.’

She sees him brush away at his wet hair and takes in how the muscles in his arms ripple under his sodden, glistening skin; she feels a frisson of longing in her belly as he stands before her and he wrings out his pony tail, limp against his shoulders now. He gives her a distracted stare.

‘I need to go…tell misses Anning that I stop…cannot keep going.’ He makes to leave her but, instinctively, she detains him.

‘You’re soaking wet Ethan, come in here and out of the rain until it stops. You…you can’t stand out there in those wet clothes for long…so, get over here at once.’

‘But what about misses Anning?’

‘We don’t need to bother her, Ethan,’ Julia said certainly and on a reassuring smile, spoken out as if he were an uncomprehending child. She knew the toll that work took on Sammie Anning. She would come home feeling wrecked and would take to her bed and leave Ethan to deal with things as best he could. She usually left the money he earned in an envelope, propped up on the machine that he used. ‘Now, just you come inside, please, Ethan?’

Julia watched him brush along the side wall of the house, the overhang of the roof offering little or no shelter. She felt the water splash her legs.

‘In here?’ he asked.

‘Yes…in here,’ she replied, meeting his forlorn look and the water dripping off him and onto the rush mat by the door. Rufus gave a soft growl then went back to his box. ‘Don’t mind him, Ethan…he just growls.’

‘No…I won’t,’ his reply soon followed by a look upon her, now; her appearance at odds with what he has seen of her before. Julia clutched the towel a little tighter; to do so accentuating the press of her breasts against the fabric. ‘I can’t stay long…must not do that. You’re wet too…I see that.’

‘You’re not staying here in those wet clothes, Ethan, no…’

She wondered on it, on whether to take some advantage of the situation as the storm raged outside, on whether to seduce the young man before her; to try that and then indulge in an impetuous fuck with an only too strong, but inexperienced young guy. She really didn’t need another disappointment when she felt the way she did and Tom now gone. Yes, she felt reckless and that abandonment of restraint was a little crazy and she lusting after the guy before her.

‘I…I can’t just stand here…’ he said, echoing what she had told him.

‘No…so get out of those wet clothes and I’ll see what I can do to help you.’

Ethan shoved off his boots and then tugged away at his socks to reveal long-toed feet. He then fumbled with the buttons of his denim jacket; Julia noted his coarse-skinned fingers, so clumsy in their purpose.

‘I’ll get some towels,’ Julia said on leaving him. ‘Stay there, Ethan!’

She felt it; felt that there was something raw and immediate in having him in the house; felt that there was something behind the looks that Ethan had cast her way and how her body was covered by the towel and how her clutches on it only had the fabric reveal her shapeliness; that seeing her might arouse something, even in him. The sound of the rain drumming on the roof and windows might be in time with their shared senses and that there would be a wild, uncontrollable urgency in what they now felt. She was certainly possessed by them.

He was shivering and must have been freezing in his wet denims and shirt for some time.

‘You’ll catch a cold if you stay in those clothes. Just give me a minute to get the dog dried and I’ll fetch you a towel, or two, so you can dry yourself off. I’ll only be a minute, so put your wet clothes in this laundry basket. I’ll then put them in the tumble drier…’

Was she really going to do this; keep him by her and play things out as she now wanted them to be?

Julia yelled at Rufus, to have him stop shaking out his wet coat and splattering muddy droplets all over the utility room’s cupboard doors and the tiled floor. She grabbed his towel and vigorously dried him off, but she failed to keep her towel fastened. It fell to the floor. Ethan was out of sight; could not see her nakedness, much as she wanted that and for her not to pursue other ways to engage his interest in her.

‘Now, stay in your box!’

‘Misses Anderson?’

Flustered, she grabbed at some dry towels and ran to the back door, clutching towels for him and again in her makeshift towel cover.

‘Ethan!’

He stood there on the mat in his sodden briefs, all but naked; the wet fabric outlining all that he had; the swell of his limp cock and how it hung, its length impossible to conceal and that was more than her Tom ever brought to her. She gloried in the look of him and in the spiral of hair that ran from his groin up to his belly button, at the outline of his ribcage and the ripple of his stomach muscles. The man might not be of sound mind, but his body was one to glory in.

She wanted him. Wanted it all. Would seduce it from him.

‘Here, take these,’ she said, nervily, holding out the towels but not meeting his look upon her. She didn’t think that he really knew the effect that he had on her; and she couldn’t keep from staring at him again. She felt the knot of longing grip her; soon felt the clammy moisture between her thighs as erotic thoughts again welled up.

‘You should have seen to me, Tom…’ she whispered; saw how Ethan shivered as she struggled with her feelings and the sight of him. ‘Take a hot shower…just go in there!’

She had pointed to the small room that she and Tom used after swimming or sunbathing by the pool; when their skins were slicked with tanning oil. How she had spoken, somewhat harshly, contrasted with her feelings and what the sight of him aroused in her.

Julia heard him push open the door to the cubicle and soon the strong stream of water. ‘I…I use this soap?’

She had heard him call out and peered round the door. She felt the overwhelming desire to do that.

‘Yes! I’ll get some more towels for you…’ Had she taken leave of her senses, in doing this?

She returned, the towel she had worn, on greeting him, now replaced by her thin gown. Her mind was in turmoil as she thought of him and of all what Ethan could bring to her. She had taken to wondering how it would feel to have the young man take her body and as she claimed him; how it would feel to have another man’s cock in her and meeting a raging need that she now felt, even…even to have him help in the fulfilment of a dream, utterly wayward as that idea was.

She wanted to live it all out differently and did not know where the idea came from when she spoke out, in a rush of thoughtless spontaneity, and on seeing Ethan’s strong, naked body through the water-streaked shower screen.

‘Leave it on…don’t turn off the shower!’ she called out, her hormones raging and her intentions now clear. ‘Here’s your towel…let me take your place, now, Ethan. You just go and dry off…your clothes are in the dryer, so they’ll soon be ready…for you.’

She was there for him and felt the tightening in her belly as she saw him pull back the shower cubicle door. He instinctively turned sideways and she suppressed a gasp of wonder on seeing his profile and the indolent sway of his penis as he reached out for the towel. He averted his gaze; made to walk past her. His innocent ways beguiled her. Was he really so innocent, or was Ethan playing her at her own game?

‘Yes…okay, thank you misses Anderson…’

‘Julia…I told you to call me Julia. You’ve helped me out often enough…might do so again now.’ She dropped her towel to the floor and brushed past him, made sure that their skins touched before she stood under the douche of warming spray. ‘I won’t be long, Ethan…’

She chose to look through the glass door and saw that Ethan wasn’t drying himself, he was staring at her. She also noted that Ethan was aroused by the sight of her and that he made no effort to cover himself or conceal his hard length from her; it arced out from his belly and a dense mat of hair. The fingers of one hand now circled it and Julia saw him look down. A feral instinct seemed to rage in him on seeing her naked body.

The young man seemed at a loss.

‘I’m…I’m behaving like someone else…’ she murmured on opening the shower door and meeting his continuing stare upon her. Julia smiled weakly, reached out to touch his chest. ‘Is…is this the first time you have seen a naked woman, Ethan? Is…is that why you’ve…?’ she didn’t finish but gently clamped one hand to his straining penis and tugged on the thick mat of hair that it sprang from. ‘It’s okay to feel the way that you do…for me…for any woman.’

Ethan nodded, and then shook his head; but he remained silent. He simply gazed at her body before reaching out to touch her belly. He brushed his wondering fingers over it and then up to her breasts.

‘I…I…I need…’

‘To get dry,’ she murmured. ‘I’ll dry you …dry your back, Ethan…dry your strong body and your legs…you’ll like that…and I will too’ She moved slowly, gave him time to understand what was happening and that he was with her in this way of sharing intimacy that he had no real experience of dealing with, it seemed. She wanted to be the one to bring that moment to him. ‘Turn round, Ethan…let me dry the rest of your legs?’

‘You are close to me…’

‘Yes, I am…’ she smiled, looking up at him, then at his erect trembling flesh, so close to her face. ‘Let me finish, Ethan?’

She had met his first trembling touch to her face and hair, his awakening to what could be found with her. ‘I’ll be gentle, Ethan…I promise.’

Her mouth felt dry as she brushed the towel over his magnificent, straining tool, her hands slowly gripping it and then having her fingers wrap around its swollen girth. Whatever he lacked in mind, he brought in fleshy abundance. She was conceding to it all, to her sinful pleasure and taking delight in another man’s penis and all of it so different from what Tom brought to her in his expert ways. With Ethan she would have to take the lead. What he lacked in experience she would make up for; take the man for all that she could discover and arouse in him.

‘Me now…’

Julia eyes narrowed. Did he know more than he was letting on? ‘Okay…yes…okay. I’d like that…’

She turned her back to him as Ethan slowly began his attempts to dry off her back, starting from her shoulders until he was down and caressing her bum cheeks. He wrapped his strong hands around her legs with the towel as she slowly parted them, her fingers pressing into her belly to quell the rush of longing that these simple touches aroused in her; teasing moments of foreplay by anyone’s book, but what she felt Ethan had yet to fully discover.

She heard his intake of breath as she reached behind her to awkwardly clamp on him. ‘Do the same for me, Ethan?’

‘In a moment…’

He had taken to gently drying her breasts; felt them in his hands and brushed his fingers over their tips, her nipples hard and erect and now achingly sensitive.

‘Please, Ethan…please touch me, like I touch you?’

Slowly moving his rough hands over her enervated skin, he brushed her belly, hugged her with both his hands and moulding her body with the towel. Then he lowered one of his big hands onto her moist parted lips. She pushed forward, hungered to have him touch her there and wondered whether Ethan knew the effect that he had on her. She no longer cared; her lips down there were open to his gaze and touch. They were so achingly sensitive.

‘Touch me again, Ethan,’ she asked. He remained mute, but gently felt the curvature of her sex and how damp she was, her hand keeping him there and guiding his touches. ‘That feels nice, Ethan…it is what a woman wants from a man.’ She moved to offer him the first kiss to his mouth.

She felt his lips part before Ethan drew away. ‘Show me…you show me, please?’

He had looked surprised on feeling her wetness; conceded as she took his hand and placed a finger on her clit; moved it to gently massage her tender skin with his rough fingertips, then again, on taking another as he was shown how to caress and find her.

Julia leant against him, raised an arm to hold his head as he bent to kiss her skin. She knew that Ethan looked at what he was being asked to do and also to take in her naked body. It was a journey of discovery that they could share.

‘I’ve seen naked ladies before, but only in magazines, misses Anderson. This…this is the first time I have seen any woman with no clothes on.’

‘Or touched her…and I’m Julia…Julia,’ she chided him. ‘You have known me for a long time…’

‘Not like this,’ he blurted out. ‘You…you are beautiful like this…so beautiful. You make me feel so different from misses Anning… ‘

Julia quivered on feeling his uncertain touches to her breasts, to her aching nipples. His fingers were made to pinch them; her hands encouraging him to perform that simple act upon her.

‘Let me show you, Ethan…’

It had become too much for her. Whether he was as ignorant of the ways between two people or not, she no longer cared. Julia pulled on his hand and walked him to the bedroom and what she thought would be their love nest. She spread towels on the bed even as she felt his renewed, questing touches upon her and the slow wondering slip and slide of his fingers to her back and hips, then his hands on her belly as he drew her to him.

‘Lie down for me, Ethan?’

He slowly lay back on the towels and she pressed her fingers to his body to have him know that she would do; what needed to be done and with him.

‘It will be okay…and you will like it,’ she promised, looking up at him and brushing away at her hair as she leant forward to taste him, to delight in his strong muscular body, in his strong, athletic legs. She devoted attention to his huge, and she assumed, virgin cock.

‘Lie still, I said…’ With both hands Julia gently began to kiss and lick the head of his beautiful straining, twitching member, her fingers and hands slowly stroking him and rhythmically cupping his sac.

‘So…this is so new!’ Ethan began to open his mouth in an effort to breathe more deeply. Even with her moistened lips to him, Julia found it difficult to get her mouth onto his trembling prick. It jerked in response to her sucking claims, to the licks of her tongue as she offered wet touches up one side then down the other. It was both an act of homage as it was a means to seduce him and to prepare Ethan for what she ached to have him do. She lusted to have her body filed with that length of hard flesh and, together, to find her.

‘You’re too much…you have too much,’ she said, moving to bend over him and to offer a moment’s kiss. She felt that she was in another world; and that the lashing of the rain could not break in on. ‘I need to know of it differently…have you in me. Do you understand?’

Julia received no answer. Instead, she attempted to straddle him before she slowly lowered her aching flesh onto this swollen phallus, but she whispered in dismay. It felt painful to take him and she felt that Ethan would stretch, even tear, her. It meant that he could not fully satisfy the hunger she had to know of and with him.

‘What now?’ he asked as she collapsed on the bed beside him.

‘Touch me…kiss me…do what you want,’ she smiled reassuringly across the small space between them. ‘I’ll show you. Would you like that?’ She saw him look away as the thunderstorm renewed its intensity. ‘Don’t worry about that…about nothing else but being here with me, Ethan. I need this from you…do you understand?’

‘Yes, I want to learn, Misses Anderson…I mean, Julia’

She guided his fingers onto her swollen clit and asked him to slowly rub her there. She found his eagerness touching; Ethan learned of it quickly and she found herself relax under his touches and her help. She responded to his caresses and slow exploratory kisses that he sought and that she encouraged, dispelling thoughts of her deviant behaviour.

Julia moved enough to encourage him to discover her spot and guided his fingers, and then his lips, to find her there.

‘Yes, be there, now, Ethan…I’ll show you…help you.’

He soon had his tongue behaving like a lizard; it darted across her clit and occasionally she coaxed him to enter her. Ethan did everything she asked of him on her gasping breaths. She squirmed in her pleasure, and from all that these new ways aroused in her and met his looks as if he sought approval. She sought to restrain him in his eagerness to resume in these acts upon her.

‘No more of that, Ethan…come inside me…really inside me! I’ll show you how!’

Julia ached for that wondering wand to be deep inside her body; to fill and to tamp her; to fill her with all that would issue from him.

‘Julia…Julia…’ he said on trembling lips as she pulled his head up to her breasts; made him suck on her very hard nipples.

‘Let me make it easier, for you, Ethan?

Julia reached over to her bedside table and took some vaginal lubricant out of the drawer. She spread a generous quantity over her pink lips, the excess soon smeared over his cock in a slow act of sliding, clamping, foreplay.

‘Like this now?’ She felt the tip of his cock brush her pussy lips as he put his hands on her thighs and made her spread them wider, before she lifted her legs about his body. Julia saw a moment’s look of wondering doubt as she guided him to her spot.

‘Yes, take me Ethan…I’m yours now…go on, just take me!’

Her hands clamped on his back and buttocks as she pulled him towards her, sensed his care in not wishing to hurt her, but he was taking possession of a woman’s body. She gasped and whimpered softly, in dismay, as Ethan stretched her and she slowly widened to accept all of his girth and length in slow sinuous movements of their hips. She soon coaxed him in his teasing entry and withdrawal, as if out of some feral instinct, until she knew that fucking her was now a natural act to be pursued between them.

‘So good, Julia,’ she heard him groan in almost childish wonder. ‘You…you show me how and I like it!’

He took her without any sense of rhythm or to prolong this new experience.

‘Yes…it’s so good for us…for us, Ethan! Don’t stop!’

She bucked her hips in time with the increased tempo that he now pursued and that she joyously encouraged. It felt wonderful and her whole body, especially where he was so emphatically in her, tingled as if from electric shocks. She became breathless as Ethan filled her and took her wildly, claimed her body in a tempestuous and selfish rut. She had never felt so full or known the animal instinct that brought him to her.

‘Is this okay?’

‘Yes!’ she yelled out. ‘Everything’s okay…don’t stop!’ she heard herself gasp, writing to meet his stretching and tamping rhythm. ‘You wonder…you wonder…don’t stop until I tell you!’ She couldn’t help but yell as she began to climax over and over and over again. ‘Oh you wonder!’

‘It’s good Julia!’

‘It is! Yes it is!’ Ethan tempestuously devastated her control and brought to her the rarity of multiple orgasms, all of it aroused by his strength and her raging longing.

‘That’s nice…’

She stifled her laugh of wonder at the language he used. Her body had a mind of its own, contracting and gripping his cock; coaxing and trapping him inside her as he forcefully began to pick up pace; as she pulled his body closer to her slicked and heated skin and with her legs wrapped about his bucking body, animal instincts taking over from what he believed should be done.

‘Ohhh…ohhh….ohh Jeez!’ she yelled out once more, on a rising pitch of noise, the bed rocking as their movements found not reprieve.

‘I have to…have to let go what I feel!’ she heard him cry; Ethan’s hold on her suddenly tightening; her lover oblivious to the effect upon her of his crushing strength.

All of a sudden he had burst. She felt weak from longing and spending and shuddered on feeling it expelled…as he burst in jetting rushes of so much that she gasped in wonder and feared that she would not be able to take it all.

‘I can’t stop…’ he called out. ‘You have me here with you!’

‘Yes…and don’t stop Ethan! Don’t stop….just don’t Ethan, you wonder…my strong wonder!’

He kept fucking her and she languished in his embrace; knew that he could so easily plant his seed deep within her and she knew, and accepted, that she wanted it to be so. She made it possible by keeping her arms and legs wrapped around his young, virile, body as her lust for him and his knowing of her slowly ebbed away.

‘Do I stay like this, Julia? You helped me with something…’ he whispered as she felt his movements within her lessen.

‘Yes…just stay with me a while longer!’

She kept him in her fevered embrace for a full ten minutes longer, could only marvel that she had found this with him and that her purposeful seduction had brought her climaxes in drugging, exhausting waves of soaring ecstasy and release.

She felt a sense of loss when Ethan finally withdrew from her. A soft look of contentment was to be seen on his face as he turned to look at her and she stilled the touch of his wondering hands upon her. She ached, and Julia was possessed by feelings of gratitude and also guilt, aroused by her duplicity.

‘This is our secret, Ethan, you understand that don’t you? No one must know what happened…no one….not misses Anning or your family.’

To spell it out did not ease her conscience one bit.

Julia left their bed and reached for some towels. She had him wrap them around his body as she put on her short gown once more. ‘I’ll go and get your clothes…they should be dry now. You’ll have to take a chance on the weather…’

‘Okay, Julia…’

‘If it’s still bad out there then I may have to drive you home…’ She thought to ring his mother, if he thought it necessary, but decided not to speak of it just yet. ‘I’ll go make us a coffee, if you’ll go and check your clothes through there?’

She pointed in the direction he should follow, met again his appraising looks upon her. She saw the distraction in Ethan’s eyes. She sensed that what had passed between them was a waymark in his life.

‘They’re dry,’ he called out to her, his clothes clenched in one hand as he drew near to her once more. ‘The rain’s still there…’

‘It’s not so bad,’ she said, moving away from him and leaning on a worktop and gazing out of the window and at the sodden garden. ‘Ethan?’

She turned on feeling his arms embrace her.

‘I want to see you again…’

She felt him pull open her gown and clenched his questing hands as they cupped, then squeezed, on her full round breasts. She leant against him in spite of what she wanted to tell him. ‘Today was nice…special to me, Ethan, but we cannot do this again…when you call round to do misses Anning’s garden…’

‘I could cut your grass…’

‘Perhaps, but that is all.’ She tried to squirm free of his embrace, but only succeeded in facing him. Julia felt aroused flesh against her belly as he drew her to him, all restraint and her words forsaken and forgotten.

‘No! I mean now! Can I see you again, now Julia…now, please?’

She gasped. It had taken her a moment to realise what he meant. what Ethan was asking of her. She even blushed at being so slow in understanding what he wanted of her. They moved into the corridor, and she let her thin gown fall to the floor and soon felt his hands on her skin and then the slide of his towel against her buttocks as it was cast aside.

With his rough hands he cupped her breasts. Ethan moved so that he could kiss them so gently, tenderly and wonderingly that she squirmed on feeling his thumbs stroke over her aching nipples and the renewed gnaw of longing for what he brought to her.

‘So strong again,’ she whispered on looking down and then pressing her belly to him and feeling his length against her skin once more.

‘I…I lift you up…I know that now,’ he told her. Julia soon realised what he intended, that she would be impaled on him right here in the hallway.

‘Yes…yes, okay go on,’ she whispered, looking down at what he would again bring to her. ‘Yes…go on!’

She was so wet and this time she knew that she could take him to her and have him find her, even if it was to be a stumbling and frantic rut, and for the last time.

‘Julia…Julia! He cried out as she enfolded his prick with tightening muscles and managed to rise and fall on him; his strong hands gripping her fleshy buttocks as he drove into her.

‘Don’t mark me!’ She heard her voice echo in the hallway as Ethan lifted her up and he wrapped her legs around his waist; felt only a moment’s hesitation before she was lifted and lowered onto him over and over again. ‘You’ve worked it out, Ethan…yes…you’ve worked it out!’

His enormous cock was once more caressing and stretching her and she clung to him. She was soon lost in the maelstrom of frenetic, wild and stumbling rutting that ensued; his strength and passion overwhelming her and crushing all resistance to these claims made upon her once more.

‘I love this with you,’ he murmured; his breaths laboured from his efforts in fucking and carrying her weight.

‘And I do…I do!’ Her climax began to build, much faster than before. Ethan had found her so quickly and she was overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of breaking all the rules. She began to bite her lips to stifle her cries as wave after wave of delight enveloped her. She tugged on him as best as was possible. ‘Yes…filll me again!’

He erupted into her; his vitality terrified her. She felt Ethan’s spurts of release and knew of his need for her; the expulsion of his longing seeming to penetrate still deeper as his gorged cock contracted and swelled in his uncommon discovery of lust for a woman.

‘You wonder…Julia, you wonder.’ She felt his searing hot gasps of breath on her skin.

‘You are too…so strong and full of life!’ Julia allowed herself to enjoy her wayward discovery and then satisfaction with him.

Ethan finally released her, and she again slid her hands wonderingly, even regretfully, over his strong body. She saw him tug at his penis for a moment before grabbing at the towel and cleaning himself off.

‘I must go now…thank you.’

Julia trembled. The man who had found her, twice, had withdrawn into his shell without a moment’s pause.

‘In a moment. Bring you clothes into the bedroom…’

She needed time to comprehend what had happened and was now to be concluded.

 

3

Ethan turned to her when he was dressed. She saw his leg muscles flex as he tugged on his socks and then shoved his feet into his boots. ‘I’ll get home now…the grass will have to wait…’

She met his smile and watched him leave without another word being said. It made her feel as if an only too common occurrences had just passed between them.

Julia gathered up all the towels, every last one that had been used and shoved them into the washing machine. She would have to wash them and dry each one before Tom got home…whenever that was.

She felt spent; was on the edge of exhaustion; her body ached from a rut like she had never known of before. She had her moments with Tom, but the raw and uncomplicated passion of Ethan had taken her to another place, entirely.

Julia rushed to grab her iPhone when she heard its tell-tale jangle.

‘Hello?’ she said in a distracted tone, her fingers pressing the fabric of her gown over and into the place where Ethan had been so emphatically deep.

‘It’s Tom…’

‘Tom?’ She cried out in dismay, and in a moment’s panic, ‘where…where are you?’