1. The Wreck of the Horstfels


    Date: 11/17/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Rosehay, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    straggly style to her shoulders, her eyes, almond shaped, were aquamarine-blue in colour and she had a lovely smile. Being quite tall and slender she found it easy to dress attractively and I never once saw her wearing jeans or trousers. She was a very pretty woman and young at heart. I told her once, "What a coincidence that you should be living at Viking Moos, where your forebears first set foot in England 1200 years ago!" She laughed and replied, "So we meet again!" At age age eighteen I was called up for two years' National Service. Since I was partially qualified in accountancy I could have had it deferred but I was anxious for military experience and so went into the Army Pay Corps. Adalind wrote to me every week on every subject under the sun including her own passions. "You know, darling Wulf, I seem to be a walking hoard of sexual emotions and I'm just fed up with behaving myself. If only the right young man would come in through the front door one day and sweep this forty-two year old off her feet!" I showed this letter and a photo of Adalind to one of my close barrack-hut companions. "Blimey, you could do a lot worse!", Rob exclaimed, staring at the photo, "What a cracker for forty-two! And all pent up sexually. Listen here, you nut, you're living alone with your step-mother in her house, when the winter comes and the winds howl across Viking Moos she would probably welcome you in her bed, and you couldn't wish for a better sex teacher than a woman of her age who ...
    fancies you. Strewth! Forget about the local floozies and let yourself be hooked by your step-mother!" In my letter of reply to Adalind, I suggested in a roundabout way that I was not averse to sharing the matrimonial bed with her in the depths of winter. I said I would hate to think of her shivering in bed when we could be quite cosy together. Because I had a spot of leave coming up the following week, she did not respond, but on the first evening back home sitting watching TV my step-mother confessed that in her teens before she married she had been an avid nudist, and even allowed herself to be featured nude in The Worldwide Naturist magazine. "I'll let you into a secret not even your father knew about," she told me. From a drawer she produced a pre-war edition of the pictorial magazine and pointed to a centre page spread. She was posing with a happy grin as a twenty-year old. My step-mother-to-be had her hands on top of her head, was inclining backwards slightly to show off to their best advantage her breasts with their large areolas and big erect nipples; her waist was trim and her abdomen firm, and she had a generous bush of pubic hair. "Gosh, what a beautiful body, Adalind!" In a second photo it was possible to see a long scar on her outer right thigh. I had never seen her either naked or in a swimsuit before and so I did not know about this scar and its origins. "Oh, that was a stupid accident in my teens", she told me, "I don't like to talk about it. Anyway, about ...
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