The already wet passage became a bit stickier. He didn’t think much about it but he guessed that satisfaction caused that passage to suck the liquid back. Or evaporate some of the water in it, so it became stickier. But he also noticed that the wetness wasn’t less. He found out something but he couldn’t learn what it was.
When she was convulsing, he replaced his other hand with his thumb, not to interrupt the effect of the magical button and moved his hand over her legs and body, caressing her sweaty skin. He felt the incredible muscles contracting under that skin. Her whole body was living this moment.
He was amazed.
Greta was breathing silently but heavily. He was admiring her body, watching her chest moving up and down, with those shadows outlining those delicious looking round beauties in the loosened cheap bra. He noticed how they lost their perfect sphere-like shapes when she was leaning back and how incredibly transformed into that even more beautiful shape, spreading on all directions slightly. He was frustrated a bit but he was too horny to acknowledge that.
He raised himself to his knees, standing straight above them. Waiting for his turn.
When she came, she pushed Rupert until he was lying on his back and she started to stroke his cock. If he kissed her pussy, she was going to kiss his cock, for starters. She didn’t want to. She thought “If he thinks that kissing my pussy belittles him, it is the same for me too. At least according to his perception, he will see it that way if I did it.” Probably the shackles of social conditioning were spread so easily like that.
She wasn’t that hopeful that he was going to change anymore, so she wasn’t that enthusiastic at that moment; anyway, it didn’t take long for Rupert to cum. She didn’t help him practice this time. When he came, she lied down and slept. Rupert felt that this night didn’t end in joy, not like the night before. He still needed help but he wasn’t letting her help him the right way. He wasn’t aware of that.
They both had plans and lost some battles that night. Greta couldn’t move forward in her path. On the other hand, poor Rupert couldn’t see and touch her breasts and he couldn’t control himself without her help.
Greta decided not to lose hope, she was going to try again.
The next night, they were at the same spot, with same goals in their minds.
That night Greta was more determined.
She made an innocent plan, to work him up and prepare for the night.
Rupert wasn’t hiding how he felt for her and she knew what turned him on the most. She chose her dress thinking of her plan. A cheap and old black strap dress with buttons in front. With the top three buttons unbuttoned. No bra. During breakfast, she made sure that her braless breasts were always in his sight. She was feeling ashamed about that, worrying that she was going too far and he could think bad about her. But she really wanted that kiss and what could come next.
Rupert noticed the cleavage and the visible parts of those beauties when she was giving him his tea at the breakfast. They were approaching him when she was coming. When she bent forward to put the tea cup on the table, he became mesmerized because they changed their shapes while slightly dangling down in her dress. It was like some heat wave passed through his body.
He had a fork in his hand and Greta was smiling when she was going back inside the house, seeing the frozen state of him. He looked like he lost his consciousness, holding the fork in the air, without moving. She wondered what he was thinking at that moment. She loved her effect over him.
After the breakfast, Rupert was fixing some posts in the garden. She took a bowl outside, poured water in it, brought some worn clothes. She pulled the hems of her skirt up to her thighs, squatted near the bowl and started to wash those clothes in the bowl.
It didn’t take long for Rupert to notice her. When she was around, he had to look at her, he couldn’t look anywhere else. When he saw her like that, he forgot what he was busy with. She looked very hot squatting like that, showing her legs, ankles, her pink heels in her slippers and the dress hugging her bottom when she was in that position.
Unfortunately, he could see her from her side. So, he acted as if he was taking things from the other side of the garden, trying to see under her skirt. He couldn’t see much but she looked a different type of hot at every different angle. He wondered the view from her back. He picked a useless and irrelevant stuff and carried it to the opposite side of the garden. When he had the rear view, he was already hard. That dress was stretched over her buttocks, showing him the complete outline of her perfect round bottom. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, constantly walking around her and admiring this view.
Greta was aware that he was completely lost in her sight, creeping around her. She kept acting busy like that a few more minutes even after she finished her work but she felt that she was getting wet. This was turning her more than she could guess. Being desired like that, knowing he was fighting against his carnal and raunchy motives. She knew he would do anything to have her at that moment and she knew he could decide that it was his right. But she also knew that he wouldn’t dare to do anything against her will, to a point. She decided not to tease him anymore because he too, had a limit. She didn’t want him to lose his control. When she stood up and looked at him, she knew she was right. He wasn’t himself at that moment, he was looking at her like a beast getting ready to feast on its prey.