Freshened by the shower and looking forward to whatever the rest of the evening might hold, Dan Carney dried himself, and put on the robe Cassie had mentioned.Going down the stairs he had his stomach juices teased by the aromatic cooking smells that rose from the kitchen. There was quiet, gentle music playing on the radio, and Cassie was standing over the hob, as he entered. When she turned Dan thought she looked so sensuous in the clinging robe she had put on over her naked body. Her blue eyes viewed him appreciatively.”That robe was bought for Gordon, my husband, just before he was killed,” she said, placing a steaming plate on the table. “He wouldn’t wear it, because he said it wasn’t manly. You’ve just proved him wrong.”Dan moved around the table to hug her, before leaning back to look into her face, freshly washed since their earlier lovemaking. There was no trace of lipstick. Once again, he thought how it made no difference. She was just too naturally good looking to need it. Holding her close, he told her that.She laughed and gently pushed him back, “Sit down and eat. Save your sweet words for later.” The intimacy of that suggestion held them both still for a brief second before she asked, “What will you drink with it? There’s wine or beer.””Beer will be fine,” Dan told her, and Cassie moved to the fridge, to produce the beer. Dan couldn’t help thinking how rarely he had sat opposite such a delectable lady, and even the beer tasted special.They talked tentatively about how much more work his waterfall painting would need, and when he told her this one wouldn’t take long, he quickly added that it was only a first attempt.Both knew that there were deeper things they would need to talk through. Once again Dan found his thoughts dwelling on how little time they had spent together, yet how stimulating that time had been.Meal over, coffee poured, Cassie stood and saying, “You sit there, relax and enjoy your coffee. I’ll get my shower.” Dan watched her as she appeared to drift across the floor, her robe wafting out behind her. Up in the bathroom, Cassie, having turned on the shower, slipped out of her robe. Just as on the previous evening, she stood naked in front of the mirror. It was almost a surprise to see her body looked exactly as it had then. Yet it felt so different. The heat that Dan’s solid hardness had injected into her in such a prolonged manner, just over an hour ago, had her whole being exuding excitement and the desire for more. It was like being woken up from a long sleep.While the shower water splashed deliciously over her, she couldn’t help savouring her thoughts of Dan. In less than thirty-six hours he had lodged himself into her thinking. Not many minutes ago he had stood, naked, on this very spot. My God, he had taken charge of her libido. Already, between her thighs, she was being reminded what it would be like if he was here now. Not possible though in such a tiny shower cubicle. Still, his unseen power filled her.With ten years in an unfulfilling marriage, followed by two years of total celibacy, was her reaction to an attractive strange man in just a few hours so very strange? Sure enough, in that time many men had been at the house, most of them were helpful neighbours offering their aid. Occasionally, it would be delivery men, with products for the farm. Yes, one or two had made unsubtle advances, so easily rebuffed, but none had an effect like this stranger, this Dan, had managed.She tried to close her mind to the thought that she might only be an occasional conquest to him. Pushing that thought away, she told herself, ‘Enjoy it, Cassie Masters, while you have the chance.’ But she knew she wanted more than just ‘having a chance.’Dried, she doused her body with a fine, subtle spray of lavender and, even though it was still rather damp, her hair brushed out to her satisfaction. Cassie slipped her silken robe on and eagerly made her way downstairs.Dan had been sitting facing the window as she entered the kitchen. Immediately, he stood, and once again she thrilled as his eyes stroked over her body. “Refreshed?” he asked, holding out a hand. “I’ve poured you a coffee.”She took his offered hand and allowed herself to be led to a chair alongside where he had been sitting. On the radio, with the volume low, Jennifer Rush was singing about ‘The Power of Love’, one of Cassie’s favourite oldies. Cassie looked into Dan’s warm brown eyes as she sat down. He could easily hypnotise her with those eyes. Watching Cassie settle beside him, noticing how her robe gaped for a moment at the top, Dan tried to shed the troubling thoughts that had assailed him. To overlay those thoughts he asked lightly, “Do you always spend so much time in the kitchen?”Cassie laughed, and nodded, “It has become something of a habit.” She went on to explain how the living room had the television, and when the children were home it was always on. “So, this kitchen, being so big and comfortable, and with most of my household work centred here, is where I relax, listening to the radio or reading.”They talked about books, and she became quite animated when she talked about Vince and Angela, her children. Her face lit up on the good points and darkened when she spoke of any mischievous behaviour.But they were skirting the real issue, and at last he saw in Cassie’s face that she was building up to ask a searching question. When it came, he was not surprised at all, “How long did you intend to stay in the area?”Dan thought it best to stick with his genuine intentions, “I had always thought in terms of two weeks.”Cassie nodded her head, but all she said was, “Oh.”Quickly Dan added, “That gives us plenty of consideration time.”Cassie nodded, “That’ll be useful. Well, better get cleared up here.”Together they cleared the table and side by side at the sink they washed the few dishes, and for Dan it felt good to be in a domestic situation like that. Outside, the light was fading as the sun had just disappeared behind a row of trees. “Come out onto the porch,” Cassie said, taking his hand. “I often sit out at this time as the sun disappears.”It was very pleasant to sit out on the bench seat out there, and Dan thought how easily they could sit like a long-established couple. After a while, the radio gave out with a romantic orchestral piece that Dan liked but could never remember the name of.”Do you dance?” he asked,”I’m hopeless,” Cassie admitted.”So am I. This should be good.” And he stood, pulled her to her feet, drew her close, and they stepped briefly around the porch before he guided her back through the door into the kitchen.Cassie gave a little sigh, and laid her head against his shoulder, as they moved, perhaps a little clumsily, yet cosily, over the floor. Enthralled escort izmit by the intimacy of the moment, Dan pulled the cord of her robe loose and slipped one hand inside to glide over her skin.He heard her little ‘mmm’ sound and next minute she was repeating the action on his robe, and within seconds they were skin to skin, belly on belly, and Dan sensed his cock rising against her. Cassie had been happy to be held close to him, and to find that he hadn’t lied. He was just as poor a dancer as she was. None of that mattered as they drifted over the floor. When his hand had slipped inside her robe and glided over her skin she felt returning all the familiar tingles of earlier. She had no hesitation in repeating the action on him, and the sensation of the bare bellies rubbing together made her awkward steps even clumsier.That was as nothing though as when, what had been a gentle nudge became a clear hardness, and she wondered whether it would be all right to reach for his erection. Instead she made the more obvious suggestion, and thought how daring her phrasing had been, “Dancing on the bed?””Sounds interesting,” Dan murmured, his lips nuzzling her hair.Holding his hand, she led him, for the second time that day, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. As they entered she felt his hands pulling her robe from her shoulders. She turned to push his towelling robe to the floor and stepped in close so that his now solid cock pressed against her belly, making her tremble.”You look wonderful,” his voice was almost a growl, as his hand slid over one breast. What extra delights awaited her, she wondered. Dan had a clear idea of what he intended but was determined to make it as good for her as was humanly possible. He didn’t want to take, he wanted to give, to show his gratitude to her for just being here, as though she had been waiting for him.The kiss they shared as they stood by the side of the bed started off very gently, lips circling, tongues only teasing. That was the way Dan wanted it to start. Carefully he eased her back onto the bed, where she lay flat, her legs slightly parted, maybe expecting a quick entry. That wasn’t in his plan.Kneeling alongside her, Dan switched on the bedside light to lend the scene a quiet glow, and then he asked her, “Would you mind if I just looked at you?” He saw her eyes widen in surprise then they closed, as her head gave a little shake.Earlier Cassie had been inhibited about him seeing her naked body. She felt none of that now, even though his request had surprised her. His eyes were on her face as he asked the question. She had closed her eyes momentarily but opened them almost immediately to absorb the thrill of being seduced in this way.His handsome face, those deep brown eyes were directed towards her breasts, and his head was nodding in warm appreciation. Being regarded like this was so totally new, so exciting, that Cassie knew she had started to moisten already. Dan’s eyes moved very slowly, like some hovering hawk over her breasts, before, with equal steadiness travelled over her bellyCassie’s breath shuddered in her throat. It was becoming like some magic caress, as his eyes lingered on that point where her thighs joined, that point disguised by her fine bush. Was his look a fond one or was it lustful? She didn’t care. Finally, giving her thighs calm regard, Dan raised his body from crouching to kneeling, so his gaze seemed to require a full exposure of her whole body.Cassie could not believe that being regarded with such intimacy could be so stimulating. So much so that, when Dan lay down alongside her, and leaned in for a kiss, her response was immediate and almost desperate as her tongue searched inside his cheeks before tangling with his. He would want to be inside her now, she thought.His hand was smoothing through her hair, before passing to her shoulders and neck. Stroking, stroking, oh so respectfully, and then very slowly it moved onto her breasts, one and then the other, circling over the slope of them, fingers light on her nipples, before tenderly rubbing at them. Electronic pulses coursed from her breasts throughout her body, centring deep, low in her belly, where everything felt to be melting. Cassie became aware of her breathing being difficult.Dan’s touch was deliberately caring. Vanessa, the woman he’d known, had shown him the way to a woman’s deepest desires and he certainly knew how to find them. What now? Dan broke the kiss, and his mouth moved down the side of her neck, then back again. Cassie hadn’t known that could be so pleasant. Such a wonderful sensation. “Oh, Dan, that’s so—””Just go along with it, Cassie. The pleasure is all for you.”How kind he was, how… “Oh!” Her involuntary gasp had escaped when his hand moved from her breasts, to be replaced by his lips and tongue. His tongue licked and probed around her nipples. Next moment his lips closed around a nipple and he was sucking at her. Each suck sent electronic messages to her eager channel. God, he was driving her wild.At the same time, his hand had drifted down, circled her belly a few times, before riffling through her bush. Oh, yes, he was going to touch her secret part, and she knew he would find total moisture. But no, his hand moved onto her inner thigh, where it stroked smoothly, and hinted at touching her pussy lips.All too much, all one way, Cassie could hardly keep her head still, but she felt compelled to do something for him. Desperately she groped her hand down over his belly, searching out his erection, longing to reward his manhood, which earlier had afforded her so much pleasure. Her fingers reached the bulbous head, almost silken in its texture. Under her delicate touch his rock-hard erection felt so large, and she tried to grope along his length. He gave out a little grunt of pleasure but now— Dan, having been so circumspect and deliberate in his caresses, was well aware that they were reaching a crucial point. He was listening carefully to her breathing and any other sounds she was making. It was all a question of how far he could take her along this next step before she lost total control.Her fingers reaching over his cock had given him a real buzz. He wondered if he should move his body so that she could get a better grip on him, but that could mean not being able to get his mouth where he intended it to go. He wondered if he turned his body completely to what would be a near sixty-nine position whether she had the nous or the incentive to take him in her mouth.Moving his fingers gently along her pussy lips, he decided against that idea. His whole intention was to pleasure her, and with that last touch, he felt her whole body spasm, and her hips lift. Her pussy did not need probing, she was so izmit escort moist, and it was as though his fingers had dived into a warm pool. Her gasping cry also told him that progress had to be steadier.”Dan, what are you doing to me?” Her words came out as individual croaks of wonder.His fingers ploughed along the whole valley of her, touching carefully at her entry which was clearly wide and ready. But when he moved forward to find her already erect clit, then she really began gasping for breath. Her fingers pinched fitfully on the end of his cock. How would she handle the next move he intended to make? Cassie, when she could think straight, could not recall a time when her sexuality had been so exposed. Things were happening to her body that had rarely happened before. There had been one young man, just before she met Gordon, who, with his hand up her skirt, had briefly touched her clitoris, but then he had immediately lost it, and that affair went no further. Gordon in the first few weeks of marriage had made cursory probes but never lifted her to where she was at that moment.Dan’s fingers were calm in their caressing, subtle in their exploring. She had to catch her breath. Surely, she was about to explode. But what was he doing now? She felt Dan’s face moving swiftly down over her belly, his mouth nuzzling in her pubic hair. She reached down to catch his head, “No, Dan, you can’t put your… Oh, no one has ever — Dan! Aah”His lips were there. One hand stroked her thigh, and while the other was poking gently at her opening, his tongue was lapping at her clitoris. All too much, too much, she felt her whole body opening to greet what she knew was going to be a massive climax. She tried to warn Dan, but her voice was a mere gurgle in her constricted throat.Dan knew exactly where she was heading so he slid his mouth away from the creamy, musky centre of her. Quickly moving up over her body, he placed his cock into her desperately hunting channel and was sure that it was being sucked up into her. He allowed that first stroke to be a deep hard one, for he knew, from her cries, from the heaving of her hips and the wild tossing of her head that she was in the throes of her orgasm.Her gasps, groans and cries were all of pleasure, and that had been his aim. Now he could just ride up into her, again and again, feeling strong within himself. He was certain that, on this occasion, she would have climaxed even if he hadn’t entered her. Too much foreplay was not always the best move, but on this occasion, it was so right.As Cassie gradually came down from whatever cloud Dan had driven her to, she was deliriously fulfilled. Her whole body had spasmed, her inner walls were… My God, Dan was still thrusting into her, deep and deeper, harder and harder. Cassie had to admit that one of the benefits of having a fast orgasm was that she then had time to relish the sensation of Dan’s hardness inside her, that total piston effect.Yet, despite that, she was compelled to give to him, and as his thrusts increased, filling her, thrilling her, she responded with hefty lifts of her hips driving up at him. With a sense of triumph, she sensed the brief hesitation in his strokes as he realised she was pulsing with him. He was at full stretch inside her, not drawing back, just push, push, pushing as his climax approached. Dan had thought he was in charge, knew Cassie had had her orgasm, so when her hips started to match his own efforts he was just a little shaken. God, she was really pushing at him, and he forced himself up to the hilt, he knew his scrotum would release very soon. Without any drawback he flexed his own hips against her, and within seconds he was bursting inside her, releasing his storm as her hips met his demands,Delighted that her efforts had brought Dan to climax, Cassie just lay warmed by his weakening twitches, and the fading, gasping grunts that sounded in her ear as he collapsed over her. “You witch,” was the next sound he made in her ear.”I did nothing,” she half chuckled, “except get caught in a rapturous storm.” As he began to slip out of her, Dan rolled to one side, and Cassie reached for a tissue. They were quiet for a while, regaining some composure.”Dan, I’ve got some bad news for you,” Cassie said at last, and almost laughed as Dan sat up and leaned over her anxiously.”What is it?”She gave him what she hoped was a lascivious stare and said, “I’m going to tie you to this bed, so you can’t get away.”His half smile was pleasing, as he leaned over her, kissed her breast, before kissing her gently on the lips, and then saying, “I’d be happy to let you do just that—” He gave a significant pause before going on, “—if I didn’t have a living to earn.””Could you work a farm?” Cassie knew it was a hopeless question.”I believe I could, but my painting isn’t just a hobby.”Cassie had expected that answer but was half pleased that he didn’t dismiss the idea of working the farm. They talked on, admitting that the idea of parting appealed to neither of them. She weakly suggested that he stay for a few nights. The children weren’t due back from camp until Sunday, four days away.She wasn’t surprised when Dan resisted that idea, “We might be establishing something that would make it more difficult for us,” he told her.Sadly Cassie had to agree. In the end, they agreed that until they could somehow resolve the situation Dan would continue his painting through the day and come back to the farm in the afternoon or early evening. For Cassie, it wasn’t satisfactory but at least they’d be together for some part of the day.She knew she couldn’t accompany him to the falls every day. There were too many farm chores to attend to which she couldn’t leave for Anna and Barry all the time. They were willing workers, but she couldn’t impose on their goodwill too much.As he drove away that night, Dan had to be careful as the roads were unlit, and his headlights were not that reliable. But his thoughts would not avoid the pull of wanting to go along with her suggestion to stay with her for a few days. But there just seemed to be too many complications tied up in that, appealing as the idea was. The return of her children Vince and Angela was an event that could throw an extra complication on the situation.He could have no doubts about the way he was feeling about her, even taking on board the short-term nature of their relationship. Best, for now, just to play it by ear,So, it was that on the following day Dan took his place by the falls and had a good long session on his first canvas. In the early evening he drove up the drive leading to Cassie’s farmhouse, and she met him on the porch with a massive hug which he happily returned. From there the izmit kendi evi olan escort evening took on the pattern of the day before; good food (pork chops) followed by good sex. Cassie wanted each day to pass swiftly to evening. She flung herself into her work, busier than normal, just to speed the time until she saw Dan again. She really wanted to make it feel like a real domestic situation. So, when he appeared on the porch she ran to him as a good wife would. She noticed the fairly large item under his arm wrapped in loose brown paper. After Dan had rather awkwardly returned her hug and kiss, he held out the package to her. A broad smile lit his face.”What’s this?” Cassie asked.”Can’t you guess?”Quickly she tore the paper away to find the waterfall painting. To her unpractised mind, it looked absolutely wonderful. “What are you going to do with it?” she asked.”I want you to have it,” Dan said, as they went back into the kitchen.”But it’s the only one you have.”He smiled at her, “It was only a practice. I’ve already started another.”Cassie was so thrilled with his gesture that, having placed it on top of the cabinet, she went to him and kissed him avidly. Another erotic evening, in which, once again, he kissed, stroked and licked her into submissive ecstasy, and, as before, it was good. Dan constantly worried that sooner or later he was going to need to drag himself away from the comforts, the passions, that had come to him with Cassie. He needed to make a living, and all the pinpoints of domesticity he had encountered were only going to make any break more unbearable.Next day he was out to the falls extra early. Why? Because she was going to show him around the farm in the afternoon, and he had much to work on before then. Was Cassie hoping that viewing the farm might make him more willing to stay? Even though he had shown some interest, Cassie knew where his skills lay.Her two children were due home the next day. Certainly, there was going to be a restriction on the closeness he and Cassie had known. A decision in that area would clearly have to be Cassie’s. One thing was certain in all his thoughts, his feeling for this lady were strengthening, which increased his worries. That morning, Cassie’s thoughts were split between the realisation that Vince and Angela were due home, and the pleasure she would find in showing Dan around the farm with an added treat for him. After her usual farm chores, Cassie spent time tidying the children’s bedrooms. Both rooms were on the ground floor, and she wondered how their return was going to affect her relationships with Dan. But there were greater worries in that Dan just had to paint, which was likely to take him away from her.Late morning, she sat at the kitchen table, gazing at Dan’s waterfall painting. He really was such an accomplished artist. The way he had sketched her, in so little time the other day, had been most flattering, but it had drawn that first comment of his attraction to her.With her eyes fixed on his painting, a vague thought grew in her brain. Was she being too fanciful? But wasn’t any opportunity of finding a way of keeping them together worth exploring? The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. Yes, dammit, she would try it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.Within minutes she was driving into town. Another scorching day, and she was pleased about that, for it fit in with her later plans for the afternoon, when she would be with Dan. For now, her anticipation knew no bounds, and she was praying this long shot she was now pursuing might be successful. However, she couldn’t tell Dan about it. Dan, despite the heat, made very good progress with his second painting. When it turned two o’clock he was sorry to pack up, but he was fulfilling his promise to Cassie, and any time spent with her was no hardship. As usual she was waiting on the porch. Dan was surprised to see her in a pale green summer dress, with the button up front that she seemed to favour. To see the farm? He had been expecting jeans and maybe boots. Immediately she urged him to take a shower while she dried his sweated shirt which was clinging to his back. Ah, such domesticity.He was showered and refreshed quickly, and as soon as he walked back into the kitchen, Cassie handed him his shirt, dried quickly under a hot iron. Dan looked around the kitchen and didn’t see what he expected. Cassie was standing at the sink as he asked, “Where have you put the painting?”She only half turned her head as she replied in a matter of fact voice, “I took it to town this morning to have a frame fitted.”Dan nodded his approval, “Good idea,” he said, shrugging into his shirt, and added, “Right I’m ready to see the farm.”Cassie, her blue eyes glowing, came to his side, and said, “Bring your sketch pad with you. In case you see something worth sketching.”Enjoying her enthusiasm, he said, “Might happen.”The walk revealed to Dan how much the house and the trees behind it hid most of the farm buildings, the barns, byres, pig pens and chicken runs.The twist of his nose made Cassie laugh, “You’ll get used to the smell.”The tour finished Dan remarked on the batch of trees across the pasture. Cassie took his arm, “Now you might find something to sketch among those trees when we’re out of the sun,” she said secretively.The nearer they got, the more Dan marvelled at how vast the area was. He was thinking that if they were going among those trees it was going to be a relief, as the sun was still incredibly hot on their backs.”I’m going to show you my secret hideaway,” she told him. “Somewhere I come when I want to escape the trials of farming, or anything that has been troubling me.””I’m really intrigued,” Dan said, and he was. She was acting so teasingly. Teasing was only part of Cassie’s intention, as they entered the cool shade of the trees. She led him along a narrow pathway of shrubs and bushes until they reached a small clearing.”Is this it?” Dan asked.”Not quite,” Cassie replied, before she suddenly ducked into a small arch of branches. “Follow me. Keep your head low.”Happy to be so close to her goal, she heard Dan struggling behind her. Then she was into the small patch of green, with the grassy slope leading up to the base of a large oak. Her personal place, and she flung herself down on it, and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. Dan came through the arch to straighten up just as she shrugged out of her dress, holding it close around her waist, her breasts bared.”See, Dan Carney, you have turned me, an innocent young woman, into a brazen hussy.” She looked up at him enjoying the astonished look on his face, held her breasts briefly and added, “This is why I wanted you to bring your sketch pad.”Dan was almost speechless. To come out of that wooded arch to be faced with the image of Cassie half naked in front of him, had his whole-body shuddering, and that so familiar response inside his jeans. She sat there like some woodland nymph, looking at him with eyes that dared him to touch her.