Chapter 1095 Spring Dream
For Maurice at present, the physical physiological needs could still be surmounted, but it was the unremitting feeling of emptiness within that proved unshakeable. With three individuals in the household—her husband engrossed in his career, her daughter focused on schooling—she found herself the solitary idler. Though the wives of dignitaries often visited, Maurice felt a disconnect from these women, unable to engage meaningfully. Their attempts at flattery only served to repulse her, finding solace instead in conversing with Kevin.
If only her husband could provide the same companionship as Kevin, offering not only that but embodying Kevin's robust and firm attributes. Reflecting on last night's blush-inducing dream, especially the vivid image of Kevin straddled atop her, his actions and utterances echoing with authenticity, Maurice swiftly felt a surge of heat coursing through her, her nipples responding in kind, rigid and erect. A fiery sensation kindled within her abdomen, her very core stirred involuntarily. Hastily she clamped her thighs shut, gyrating her hips, reining in the impulsive urges within her. Despite yearning for the visceral pleasure of that dreamlike intimacy, Maurice acknowledged her limits—she could permit physical contact with Kevin but staunchly refused any further advances.
After a while, Kevin tidied up the kitchen, joining her in the living room, settling onto the sofa to watch television. A rare Saturday off from school, he welcomed the chance to unwind, particularly relishing the company of Maurice, considering they were both home alone.
Watching TV for a while, Maurice stretched languidly, feeling some stiffness in her lower back. Gently massaging her lower back, Kevin inquired, "Mrs. Maurice, is your back feeling uncomfortable?"
"Mmm," Maurice chuckled. "It's an old ailment. Prolonged periods of lying down tend to strain it. The doctor attributes it to a lack of exercise. For now, a stroll around the yard will have to suffice."
Quick to offer his assistance, Kevin suggested, "Mrs. Maurice, shall I give you a massage?"
Somewhat hesitant, Maurice pondered. She harbored no doubts about Kevin's integrity, yet with her body in an extremely heightened state of sensitivity, she was cautious about further physical contact. Despite this internal conflict, a voice reassured her—it's just a massage.
Ultimately succumbing to her internal longings, Maurice nodded subtly, shifting position to lie facedown on the sofa, allowing Kevin to gently press onto her lower back. Initially guarded, she feared Kevin might overstep boundaries, but his earnest approach to the massage, the rhythmic hammering of his hands against her back, soon eased her, prompting her to nestle back, relishing in the thoughtful service.
As Kevin knelt beside her for the massage, contorting his body slightly for convenience, Maurice suggested he remove his shoes, drawing her legs together to provide better access from behind, thus conserving his efforts.
Kevin positioned himself on his knees, hands diligently kneading the voluptuous curves of her waist, marveling at the supple and abundant contours of the governor's wife. Despite the fabric of her nightgown obscuring his touch, the tantalizing sensation beneath was palpable, igniting unruly desires within him. Gazing at the plump and ample expanse of her buttocks and the smooth, snowy thighs beneath the garment, his mind raced with unchecked fervor, stirring a fervent arousal within him, his unbridled member rising unbidden.
An exasperating predicament indeed!
With each gentle stroke, the fabric of her nightgown crept into her crevice, the head of Kevin's member pressing into the groove between the governor's wife's buttocks. As tension mounted within him, beads of perspiration gathered on his brow, a raging inferno ablaze within his body, energies surging uncontrollably, seeking release. Despite Maurice's peaceful slumber, the mounting desire for exploration overtook Kevin. Rationalizing that Maurice's acceptance of his massage implied a certain closeness, a logical extension of massaging her waist led to considerations of her posterior. With newfound determination, he tentatively traced his hands downward along her waist, swiftly advancing to the generous flesh of her buttocks, relishing in the robust and firm expanse. A tactile medium between the pillowy softness of Alissa's rear and the astounding elasticity of a maternal figure like Grace's, Maurice's allure fell somewhere in between—plump yet invitingly taut, invitingly silky smooth, a touch too alluring to resist.
Meanwhile, Maurice remained still, yielding to Kevin's explorations of her enticing curves. Emboldened, Kevin's fingers roamed with purpose, kneading, squeezing, and pressing the luscious mounds of flesh, the stiffness in his loins nearing eruption.
The tantalizing sensation and arousal swept Kevin off his feet, his actions a ballet of perilous desire. As he maneuvered, unsure where to direct his surging impulses, Maurice's obliviousness emboldened him, leading him to shed his inhibitions. With meticulous movements, he relieved himself of his trousers, revealing his robust and unyielding manhood. Bracing himself on the sofa, Kevin, with calculated precision, guided his tip along the crevasse of Maurice's posterior, the delicate movements a high-stakes gamble. The sheer thrill of this act clouded his judgment, each subtle thrust deepening the contact, the sensation of his member compressed by her flesh sending a surge of delight through him, prompting an intimate exhale—truly exhilarating.
With each gentle retraction, the nightgown inched further into her crevice, the head of his manhood delving deeper. Kevin's body, supported by his arms, legs outstretched in a challenging plank-like pose, maintained sole contact between his manhood and Maurice's rear, a rhythmic undulation now flowing between her curves. Were it not for the fabric barrier, his tip would have grazed her intimate folds—a boundary he dared not trespass, a spectacle he dare not unveil, beneath the veiled beauty of the governor's wife.
"Oh, this feels exquisite," Kevin murmured, his teeth sinking into his lip, each motion a testament to his unbridled fervor, the touch of the mature and affluent lady's voluptuous rear engendering waves of pleasure that rendered his mind a void. Aware of the tightrope he walked, the abyss of discovery yawned before him. Yet the narcotic rush of sensation propelled him onward, an instinctual rhythm guiding his actions. Only the scant vestiges of reason forestalled the unraveling of further boundaries, preventing him from stripping Maurice of her undergarments and plunging recklessly into her sanctuary.
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