1. Caroline's Own Story - Part 2


    Date: 10/18/2017, Categories: Bisexual, Author: romeo64, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    suitable. I know places here that resemble our love nest of fifteen odd years ago. I might show you a few today. And for her comfort she should stay the night with me.” “Seems a wise approach. As you know she’s looking forward to it.” I did. When she had got to see the pictures made in Italy, she went almost wild, saying that she hardly couldn’t wait. In one of the potential love nests we spread out a blanket and unpacked the basket. As he was pulling open the bottle, I said, “Do you know that you’re looking a lot better than when I met you on that aircraft a number of weeks ago? You looked tired then. Now you seem to be healthier. I would even say that you are emitting happiness.” “Sweet. The recent events have made me think. I have to balance my work and my private life better. If I hadn’t met you again, I would have been working now, in the absence of Helen. And what man wouldn’t be happy if he found himself in a triangular relationship with two lovely, charming, beautiful women? Moreover, all that without much of an effort; it happened to me, like a gift of God.” “That’s not true. You are now harvesting the crop of what you have sowed in the past, literally and figuratively.” Both of us burst into laughter. “What it took does not deserve to be called an effort,” he said. Then he went on, “That girl… Patricia, is she… a friend of yours?” “She is indeed,” I replied. “We ride together from time to time. And I’m not just talking about horse-riding. Your erotic antenna had ...
    presumably told you that already, hadn’t it, naughty boy? Otherwise I think you wouldn’t have put her on the agenda. Filthy slut, huh? But believe it or not, it wasn’t me who started it. We ended up at a place like this, intending to take a break and let the horses graze. Then she made a pass at me. It was very nice, although traditional equestrian clothing is a bit awkward for that kind of activity. Nowadays, when we ride together and intend to play, we’re wearing more suitable clothing.” “Such as?” “Jeans for instance, and short boots that can be kicked off easily. On warm days we’ve even put on very high cut little pants. Feels so nice on your half naked butt.” “Let alone the joy of displaying it, isn’t it, shameless little creature? I’m getting comfortably numb, just by evoking the image of the two of you riding together in that minimal outfit, to say nothing about the type of riding that follows later on. I want you to wear such provocative and seductive little pants for me once. I bet you can easily snoop into them, straight at your delicious flower that I now I feel like sowing.” Shortly after Helen’s return from Scandinavia, her curriculum in exhibitionism would start. As the holiday season was about to begin, her life came into calmer waters; there were no concert tours scheduled until the beginning of September. I took off a few weeks as well. In the evening of a warm day René brought her to my house. She was wearing a short, dark blue summer dress of a thin fabric, ...
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