1. Tartan Blanket


    Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: marlowe, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    whisper and a slight movement interrupted his lustful reverie. He moved his hand from his groin. He glanced at Eileen. Her eyes were still closed. “Sorry,” his father said, raising his hand in the way of an apology when the car collided with a pot hole in the road, throwing the car one way and then the other. The sudden movement hadn’t woken Eileen but her weight had shifted again and even though the warmth of her heaving breasts pushing against his arm held his interest, what concerned him most was that her hand had moved onto his thigh and her fingers were almost touching his swollen organ. It was dangerous. It was risky. It was exciting. It was insane. Pulses raced and his heart beat gathered speed, imagination flirting with opportunity and pursuit, an adventurous mind rejoicing in the endless possibilities of surreptitious foreplay. A distressing thought brought a nervous lump in his throat. What happens when she wakes up and discovers that her hand is touching his penis? She might think I’ve put it there while she slept. And if he had, what else had he been up to in the darkness. Christ, she might think I’m some kind of pervert. He decided to move her hand. Making another journey south beneath the obscurity of the blanket, his right hand creeping slowly over the straining lump inside his pants, coming to a halt when he felt her warm hand resting on his thigh. Gritting his teeth, holding his breath and twisting his face with nervous apprehension, weaving his feather ...
    light fingers with the skill of a watchmaker beneath her hand, lifting slowly, inhaling and exhaling through his nose, lifting....lifting. A sudden movement, a shuffle on the seat, her eyes slowly opening, the acquaintance of hands, the intimacy of touch and the promise of expectation lifting the corners of her mouth. “It’s starting to snow,” Eddie casually announced, the windscreen wipers squeaking in quiet protest across the glass, dropping his cigarette through a gap in the window and glancing in the rear-view mirror, a questioning eye staring into the darkness. “Just as well you brought that warm blanket with you,” Eddie chuckled, through a throaty cough before lighting another cigarette. ‘In more ways than one,’ mouthed a silent reply from the back seat. He just smiled into the mirror at his father and said nothing. He had other things on his mind and a warm blanket wasn’t one of them. Ignoring his father’s remarks, but keeping his eyes focused on the mirror, mindful of her hand moving with flirtatious intent beneath the dark veil of secrecy, opening his legs and lifting his buttocks slightly, responding to the invitation of touch. The familiar voice in his head spoke again. ‘ It’s nothing more than a little bit of playful flirting.’ But Eileen had gone too long without sex. Eileen wanted more. She fiddled impatiently with the brass button on his jeans, tugging and pulling at the zip without success, searching his eyes for assistance, irritable gestures and frustrated sighs ...
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