Adultery The Farmhouse by almight.param

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She came back and announced - "Would you like to have desert here or on the sofa?"

"Won't that be messy?" I croaked, still feeling amphibious in the land of enchanted palaces.
"Oh, I sure hope so," she laughed over her shoulder as she disappeared into the kitchen. "But, just in case, can you come in
here and help me for a second?"
I stood, awkwardly wondering whether I ought to try to hide my erection, but decided that we were well past that point.
"Do you want me to carry my own plate?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. The wind was rattling the window panes, curls of
rain drops driven into the corners of the outside frame. A dark and stormy night indeed.
"No, I want you to help me with this," she said.
She had her back towards me. She was bent slightly at the waist, her heart shaped ass thrust towards me. Her hands were both
behind her neck, apparently fiddling with some sort of clasp that held her dress together in the back.
I froze, uncertain what to do.
She turned half around. "Well, I dont want to ruin my dress"
As she spoke, her fingers finally accomplished their task. The top of the dress fell forward, loose, to her waist. Her hands
were still behind her head, which pulled her shoulders back. This thrust her chest forward, fine ripe melons slung in lace
reaching forwards, begging to be squeezed.
My hands instinctively rose up and out towards her, but my feet remained frozen as if in ice.
She lowered her arms, caressing herself casually, not pausing, simply allowing her hands to graze along her curves and across
her gently rounded tummy.
The natural continuation of her self caressing was that her fingers captured the waist of her dress. It took only the
slightest nudge for the sheer fabric to fall flat to the floor. She shifted her feet just a smidge, the better to display the
curve of her hips, the toned legs meeting in a well trimmed bushy juncture. The riddle of the missing panty lines was solved.
Her bush was bare.
I stood speechless, drinking in her beauty. Her hands rested on her hips for a moment and then she reached up and loosened
her hair, allowing it to cascade freely to her shoulders.
"Time to share dessert," she breathed, her voice almost lost in the wind rattling the window.
"Here?" I croaked, my voice dim as well.