Erotic Story (Part 5.b of 5......Final installment.....her departure)

We regained ourselves, our breath coming back to us, our chests no longer heaving. We showered, slowly, washing each other, enjoying the slick feeling of our hands moving across each other, exploring each other, a fantasy of its own. I turned the water off, stepped out, holding a towel for you, wrapping you in it, pulling you to me, kissing your neck, sucking on it, your head arching back, a small whimper coming from your lips. I put a robe on, and moved to the balcony, sitting down, the morning in full swing now; the harvest underway yet again. You stood in front of the dresser, drying yourself, getting dressed, my chair turned slightly so I could watch. You wrapped the towel around your body, just covering your pussy, the shadows arousing me again. You ran a brush through your hair, as it fell around your face…..”please put it up I yelled to you.” You turned, winked, blew me a kiss, “Of course, sweetie,” as you pulled it up, securing it with a hair band. I continued to watch as you put on your bra, lavender, latch in the back, low cut in the front……strapless. Your underwear, as usual, cotton, very plain…..my cocked began to throb. A starched pink button up shirt, short sleeve……unbuttoned very low, your cleavage visible from across the room, and a spring skirt, floral pattern, calf length. You slipped on a pair of sandals, walked over to me, leaned down, gave me a kiss, your hand sliding down under my robe, grasping my cock, “mmmmm,” I uttered. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” you ordered me as you quickly walked out the door, a wink in my direction before it clicked shut.

As I walked down the stairs I saw you standing in the door, your body silhouetted by the morning sun, a cup of coffee in your hand. I stopped where I was, scared that if I took another step, this vision would disappear. You turned after a few seconds, somehow knowing that I was there, smiling, motioning me to come down. As I walked up you put your hand out, taking mine, placing your coffee down on the bench by the front door and leading me out into the driveway. I wanted to ask you where we were going, but I did not…..not really caring, as long as it was with you. We walked down the path, headed to the garden, memories of that first night flooding my mind. When we reached the stone arch, we turned right, the garden being to the left…..my curiosity began to peak, the path leading down a small hill now. We continued to walk, I heard the sound of ducks……the path turned to grass and a small pond spread out before us; a pair of ducks swimming near the shore, several ducklings in tow. We sat on a small stone bench, our bodies touching, our hands tightly gripping each other. We said nothing, just sat, no words being able to define the moment, so we did not speak. “What do you see?” breaking the silence, “when it happens, what do you see?” I did not know what to say, how to respond; I had never been asked that question, never been put in a position to talk about it. “Death………..despair……...shattered lives” my throat became dry. “I see the war, I am there….I can feel it, around me.” I turned away, your hand squeezing mine harder as I continued, “I should be there, this is not my time, not my era, not my life,……that was my war, my death,” already opening myself more than I had ever before. I said no more, just fell into her arms and cried, my head tucked against your chest.

The feint sound of a car horn echoed in the distance. We both sat perfectly still, full knowing what that meant, hoping that if we ignored it, if we acted as if it did not happen, that there would be a tomorrow. It honked again, but still we said nothing, did nothing, our eyes closed, holding each other. Finally I stood up, took your hand, and led you back to the Villa. The walk was quick, no more than a few hundred meters, but seemed to last for hours, for days. When we arrived back at the front of the Villa the driver was already loading your bags. The lady of the house walked up, wished you goodbye and handed you a small lunch that she had made for you to carry with you. We made a few small pleasantries with them, thanking them for their wonderful hospitality, then we turned again to each other. Our eyes met and again there were no words, but this time there were no tears. Now that reality was upon us we both accepted it, knowing that in our hearts this was not the end, regardless of what happened……a thought that barely satisfied our soles, but was enough to keep the tears away temporarily. I opened the door to the car, and then embraced you tightly, wanting every inch of my body to touch yours. You broke away and sat down in the back of the car, eyes averted from mine, and I closed the door. I walked around, conversed briefly with the driver, ensuring he knew where you needed to go, then returned to you. I leaned in the window as you looked up at me, your lips parting, but nothing came out. I looked deeply into your eyes, said “I want to my Angel, believe me I want to…….but I can’t,” kissed you gently on the lips, then motioned to the driver to leave……it was done.

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Thank you for sharing such a beautifully written, erotic story. You really brought me into all the places they visited.

Well done Johnny!
 

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