Having two kids hadn't marred her a touch.Having two kids hadn't marred her a touch. Her belly was flat and smooth and clean, her pubes as blond as her hair. My hands reached out to her. I began to help her, drifting over and slowly unbuckling her belt, her boots. When she was completely naked, she looked at me, and chuckled. "Sometimes you wear the silliest clothes." She began undoing the belt to my pants, urban camoflage, and then she almost tore off my Greenpeace shirt. "Hey, careful," I said. I like that shirt. She pulled me towards her, and I was suprised by her forwardness. She was determined to have me, a thought that I found somewhat disturbing, probably because I'd always thought of Susan as a mother, and a wife, and all the old meanings that I'd held so dear on Earth and rejected when I'd reached the stars came back. But when her fingers rather determinedly found my cock and began to stroke it, well... There's very little that stops a man from responding to that. I felt somewhat... awkward. I was used to being 'on top,' so to speak, and here was this woman, acting so uncharacteristically, taking me. |