A Morning of Unfulfilled Desire and a Workshop Reunion
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window of Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets where she lay beside her husband, Derreck. It was a week after her dawn encounter with Richard in the woods, where they’d watched a herd of Roe deer and resumed their passionate lovemaking, and the memory of Richard’s thick, long cock and the way he’d fucked her against a tree still lingered in her mind, igniting a restless heat in her body. Her marriage to Derreck was loving, but it had never fully satisfied her sexual needs, a fact he accepted by allowing her occasional dalliances, and this morning, she woke with an ache between her legs that demanded attention.
Emma stirred, her body already humming with arousal, the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air from the night before. She and Derreck had made love, a session that had given her a couple of orgasms but left her wanting more, her body craving the intensity she’d found with Richard. As she rolled onto her side, her hand brushed against Derreck’s cock, still soft in sleep, and she could smell herself on him, the musky scent of her arousal from their previous encounter sending a jolt of heat straight to her pussy. The memory of Richard’s touch, his scent, his cock, flooded her mind, and she couldn’t resist the urge to act.
She slid her hand beneath the sheets, her fingers wrapping around Derreck’s cock, stroking him gently as she pressed her body closer to his. He stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he began to harden under her touch, his body responding even in the haze of sleep. Emma’s breath quickened, her pussy growing wet as she felt him grow in her hand, the familiar shape of him a contrast to the vivid memory of Richard’s larger, thicker cock. Derreck’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he registered her touch, his voice rough with sleep. “Morning, love,” he murmured, his hand reaching for her, but Emma was already moving, her need too urgent for words.
She straddled him, her pussy slick with arousal as she positioned herself above him, her eyes shutting tight as she lowered herself onto his cock. Derreck groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, her mind drifting to a scene in the woods with Richard, their first encounter, the rough bark of the tree against her back, the way his cock had filled her so completely. She imagined Richard’s hands on her, his deep voice growling her name, and her own hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as she rode Derreck, enhancing the sensation with quick, tight circles.
The fantasy was vivid, the memory of Richard’s body, his scent, his touch, driving her closer to the edge, but Derreck’s groans grew louder, his back arching beneath her as he came far too quickly, his hot cum filling her pussy as he shuddered with release. Emma’s eyes snapped open, her body still teetering on the edge of orgasm, frustration washing over her as Derreck’s cock softened inside her. She rolled off him, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need as he sat up, running a hand through his hair.
“Sorry, love,” Derreck said, his voice sheepish as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “You got me too worked up.” He slid out of bed, heading for the shower, and Emma lay there for a moment, her hands wandering down to her pussy, her fingers brushing her clit as she tried to finish what he’d started. But as her fingers moved, her mind drifted back to Richard, and she realized what, or who, she truly needed. She stopped, her hand falling away, a determined resolve settling over her as she heard the shower start.
Emma waited until Derreck was finished, then took a quick shower herself, the hot water doing little to quell the heat in her body. She dried off, her skin still tingling with arousal, and pulled on a light summer dress, the same pale blue one with tiny white daisies she’d worn the first time with Richard, the memory of that day making her pussy clench with anticipation. She wore nothing beneath it, no bra, no knickers, the fabric clinging softly to her bare skin, her nipples already hard against the cotton. As Derreck left for work, giving her a quick kiss and a promise to be home for dinner, Emma grabbed her keys, her mind set on one destination: Richard’s workshop.
The drive to Richard’s workshop was short, the morning sun warm against her skin as she parked outside the small, rustic building on the edge of town. Richard was a craftsman, his workshop a haven of wood and tools, the air always filled with the scent of sawdust and varnish. The door was unlocked, as it often was when he was working, and Emma let herself in, locking it behind her with a soft click, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed. The workshop was dimly lit, the morning light filtering through a small window, casting long shadows over the workbenches and shelves lined with tools.
Richard looked up from his workbench, a piece of wood in his hands, his tall, six-foot-four frame filling the space. At 59, he was trim but fit, his body still strong, his hazel eyes lighting up with surprise and desire as he saw her. He opened his mouth to speak, but Emma crossed the room quickly, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, and pressed her fingers to his lips, silencing his greeting. Her eyes locked on his, a silent command passing between them, and without a word, she reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her naked before him.
Richard’s breath hitched, his eyes raking over her body, her small shapely breasts, her narrow hips, the neat triangle of her pussy, already glistening with arousal. He moved quickly, stripping off his shirt and trousers, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip. Emma stepped closer, her hands reaching for him, and they came together in a frenzy of need, their lips crashing in a hungry kiss as their bodies pressed close, the scent of sawdust and their arousal filling the air.
Richard lifted her onto the workbench, the wood cool and rough against her ass, and entered her with a hard, desperate thrust, his cock filling her completely. Emma moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked her, his movements fast and forceful, the workbench creaking beneath them. The intensity was overwhelming, the roughness of his thrusts exactly what she needed, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her cries echoing in the small workshop. Her orgasm was incredible, a release so powerful it left her trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the waves, her body shuddering against him.
But they weren’t done. Richard slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more sensual, as he pulled her off the workbench and turned her around, bending her over the edge. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deep thrust, the angle perfect for hitting her G-spot. Emma moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the workbench, the wood digging into her palms as he fucked her, his movements now slow and measured, drawing out her pleasure. Her orgasms came more slowly this time, longer and less intense but deeply satisfying, each one rolling through her like a gentle wave, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned his name.
They moved through different positions, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both passionate and intimate. Richard sat on a stool, pulling her into his lap, her legs straddling his hips as she rode him, her hands braced on his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lay her down on a pile of soft wood shavings, the scent of pine surrounding them as he fucked her missionary style, his eyes locked on hers, their connection deepening with every movement. They stood again, her back against a wall, one leg lifted over his shoulder as he thrust into her, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
For hours, they fucked, their bodies slick with sweat, the workshop filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the creak of the workbench, the soft thud of their bodies, their moans and gasps mingling with the scent of wood and sex. Emma’s orgasms came one after another, each one leaving her more sated, her pussy soaked and sore in the best way, the ache a delicious reminder of their passion. Richard came too, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers as they collapsed together on the floor, their limbs tangled, their breaths heavy in the quiet space.
Emma lay in his arms, her body spent, her pussy throbbing with a satisfied ache, the scent of sawdust and their arousal heavy around them. She felt a deep contentment, her needs fulfilled in a way Derreck could never manage, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she sought out Richard. She stood slowly, her legs shaky, and pulled on her dress, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, her pussy still slick with their combined juices. Richard watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, and she leaned down to kiss him, a soft, lingering kiss that promised more to come.
She left the workshop, locking the door behind her, the morning sun warm against her skin as she walked back to her car, her body sore but sated, her mind already drifting to the next time she’d see Richard, the man who had awakened a passion in her she couldn’t ignore.
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