1. [b]May Day Weekend in Lockwinnock[/b]


    Date: 3/3/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: odlum, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    o’clock news. She was disappointed to find herself still alone in the apartment. She rose from the sofa and carried the dishes to the kitchen and placed them by the sink. Leaning back against the counter, she finished the remaining wine in a series of large gulps. Beth dejectedly placed the glass on the counter, wiped the dribble of wine from the edge of her mouth and walked into the hall. There the impatiently flashing phone once again caught her eye. She had forgotten about the message. Now she picked up the receiver and pushed the message button. “Beth, its Aaron. How dumb of me, of course you know who it is. Look, luv, there’s been a problem with the plane. They say it’s a warning light or something. Anyways we have been diverted to Gander, Newfoundland. BA is putting us up for the night. They hope to have the plane fixed soon and I should be home sometime on Friday. I’ll phone you as soon as I know the time of arrival. Miss you lots.” “Shit,” was all Beth could say as she put down the phone and turned to walk towards the master bedroom. She had arranged a four-day weekend with Friday and Monday off from work. Now everything that was so carefully planned was about to collapse into shambles. Beth brushed against her coat. She realized that she had not hung it up. Quickly stuffing the gloves into the pockets, she grabbed a hanger, and deposited the coat in the closet. The travel bag followed her down the hallway, tugging in protest as its small wheels dug into the deep ...
    pile carpet. She entered Aaron’s bedroom, turned on the lights, and began to cry. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she pulled the travel bag into the large closet dressing room area. Beth unzipped her suitcase and pulled out her make up bag. As she was about to enter the adjacent ensuite, she noticed that Aaron had left open the bifold doors, which normally hid the washer and dryer. Hung over the edge of the washing machine was one of Aaron’s heavy plaid shirts. She instinctively reached for the shirt to dry her tears. The faint smell of Aaron filled her head. She left the bathroom clad only in Aaron’s open shirt. Turning out the lights, she walked slowly towards the bed as her eyes became accustomed to the pale light the streetlights provided through the bedroom window. She pulled back the covers and curled up in the pillows. As she pulled a pillow into her chest and pushed down into the bed, Aaron’s scent once more invaded her. Hugging the pillow f***ed the shirt to sc**** across her breasts. She liked the tantalizing feel of the buttons and cloth edge against her skin. She reveled in the sensuous smells of the shirt and the bed. She enjoyed the sound of her own breathing. Her nipples hardened. The pillow became redundant, replaced by the soft teasing of tentative fingertips. The tips of her nails traced the sides of her breasts and tickled her navel. She squeezed and rubbed her nipples and gently caressed her pubic hair. Her palms rubbed her thighs. Her fingers began to ...
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