1. Margaret - Chapter 1


    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Jack_W_Green, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    to go inside and explain a few things to the unfortunate guy behind the counter. I said I’d rather stay where I was and just window shop. Then, like a fool, Jeff suggested/decided that Margaret should remain outside with me. I could have kissed him. Well, not really, but Jeff was turning into the gift that keeps on giving. Between the bar and the cigar shop there is a narrow alleyway with an awning overhanging it. It’s shady during the day and bathed in shadow at night. I took Margaret’s hand and tugged on it gently, leading her into the alley. She gave one last glance inside the store to reassure herself that Jeff was still busy talking (he was) then let herself be led by me into the shadows. As we disappeared into the darkness an insane idea took hold of me but I went with it anyway. I led Margaret well back from the street then looked at her and whispered, “Show me your breasts.” “What!?” was her understandable response. “I want to see your breasts, Margaret. Show them to me.” She glanced up and down the alleyway. I thought she was going to tell me I was crazy and walk away but she ...
    didn’t. She was making sure we were completely alone. She retreated further into the shadow so her back was against the wall of the cigar store. Then Margaret looked me straight in the eye as she peeled down the short sleeves of her dress to free her arms. A second later her bra fell away and she was standing there with her beautiful firm breasts only inches from me. I had to catch my breath. The two of us were utterly silent. Even in the shadows I could see her erect nipples against the porcelain white skin of her perfect breasts. Suddenly it was like we both snapped out of a trance at the same moment: Margaret brought her bra back up and slid her arms back through her dress sleeves. I helped her straighten her dress and we moved carefully back around the corner to the front of the shop. Jeff was still pontificating to the long-suffering store manager. I looked over at Margaret; she was shaking from nervousness and excitement and arousal. Without looking at me, she reached out and took my hand. We stood there silent, holding hands, till Casey yelled from the bar door that the taxi was on its way.
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