Monday, April 17, 2023

Nine-Year Widow (Nov25)

 

Mightily fine throughout, couldn’t ask for any better. Warm & tender. In the latter development an anatomical compatibility may have been a factor . Not surprisingly, all was relished even more on Yan’s side after that famished stretch of hers. Little doubt about the veracity. In the kampung it would have been impossible to find a partner and here the Bangla boys working the construction sites did not appeal to a gal like her. Positioning for closest union, the gal was immediately outta the blocks and racing. Truly agog. Whispered questions were frankly answered, pretty much verbatim Molly B. Yes, Yes, Yes… Spinning the duration. Dizzingly. Absolutely without pause. Did the lady catch breath once at all? Again, as on the couple previous occasions, there had been little delay countenanced. Pretend incidental discovery of the readiness beneath the thin cover of the sarong set the wild goose chase going—disrobing without explanation; briefs retained only briefly after all the other. When they too were removed the jockey mount was sought without further ado, no two ways about it. As soon as proximate skin-on-skin was effected, the slide began. Slip-sliding away. (Had Yani ever seen a top traversing the floor? Spinning tops still delighted children in Javanese kampungs.) Frank admission that the position was unaccustomed and relished for the control granted, Yan added when she was quizzed (the note of recent discovery implicit). A challenge being able to restrain so long, albeit falling far, far short of what was wanted on the other side. Might have been fully ninety seconds of the clock, deliberately counting each interval. Yan’s upping the ante on the straight was curbed once. Curbed twice. Thrice completely undone. The woman had been her own worst enemy. A suggestion of another meeting in two or three days promising better might not have been comprehended by a widow like that. Sitting up, looking past her fall of hair seeking confirmation of spillage. Squinting. Unable to detect in the lamplight and left dubious, as if a fraud had been perpetrated.

 




 


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