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Making and Mending
Evelyn gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, not because she was unsure of the route she had decided to take home, but because of what had happened. She had lost control of events and succumbed to Maxym’s touches, so wanton and brazen, yet not entirely unexpected.
She had often sensed his look upon her when others of his family, and hers, were not around or were engaged in each other, played games in the garden or when, in the first few days after their arrival in England, they had all gone biking through the forest not so far from the home she and Paul had offered to a refugee family. Maxym had even put his skills in electronics to work with a local domestic appliances company, one of Paul’s contacts only too glad to help. No questions were asked, how Maxym had managed to get out of his home country when so many of his age had been conscripted, were forbidden to leave.
“I did my time…in the south before it went really bad…have the scars,” he had answered sullenly, when Paul had asked it of him in a conversational tone. The matter was dropped. Maxym was twenty-four and could clearly look after himself. He had his rebellious streak; Evelyn had learned of that and his English up to scratch and deployed when needed.
She saw, often enough, the scar on his right forearm, the welt on his skin. He’d motioned that the shrapnel had also gouged a wound in his chest, by his right shoulder. He was lean, his dark hair tousled, and stood just a bit taller than she was.
Evelyn sighed, caught him looking her way and she shifted in her seat, glanced in the rear-view mirror at following traffic and thought it would be okay, she’d get through what had happened between them.
The blue of her denim dress was complemented by a silk scarf, of many colours, fastened closely at her throat. Her statement sunglasses would keep him from knowing that she took in the young man beside her; what she had succumbed to so at odds with a settled life, here in the Kent Weald, Paul working in London and Maxym’s young sisters and mother, along with him, living in a small, terraced house that was an investment Paul had made some time ago. There were others, but only one offered for the shelter of fugitives from a war.
“You go on a different road,” Maxym observed, just to break the silence that had fallen between them. “I notice that…also, Evelyn.”
He used her name whenever that was not overheard.
“Notice that as well as what else?”
“You…I could not help it…what happened.” He loved how her auburn-red hair was cut, how it framed her face and brushed her shoulders, how straight Evelyn’s eyebrows were, how they tapered from near the ridge of her nose to a point at the end, her lightly rouged lips, and…and yeah, her slender legs and how she filled that denim dress, the buttons up the front making the cloth wrap her figure, loosely but not so that it did not shape her.
“We’ve got to talk,” she snapped, “or these lifts I agreed to will stop…”
“I hear you….”
The rest of the drive to her home, a gated place, would have to pass in silence. He’d reached passionate highs with her and now was enduring the aching lows of reality. To see her, to breathe in Evelyn’s discreet perfume had its effect on him. He felt the ever-present ache of longing for her in his belly, in the swell of his prick in his jeans.
He kept wanting to talk to her, engage with her and to touch and kiss her in ways, and places, she had allowed him to find.
Evelyn finally broke the silence on hearing him sigh, had sensed his look upon her. She knew what possessed him, and she had found it impossible to deny it also, as the days passed and a particular bond had become acutely real.
“As you can see, we’re almost home…and we need to talk…talk about everything that’s been happening lately.”
He looked her way, brushed his fingertips over Evelyn’s cheek, then throat. “You wanted it to happen…”
She shivered under his light yeni gaziantep escort caresses, knew that what he had said, so directly, was only the truth. “I feel so ashamed…”
He was jolted by her admission, a rush of sudden shame possessing him as her words had the effect of making him think that she regretted it all, what had happened, and that she was disgusted and upset, though she hid that particular emotion well.
An alarm bleated softly as he unhooked his seatbelt. “I get out here…it is not so far to walk. I know my way now.”
“Wait! I said I wanted to talk….”
“You are ashamed and angry for me wanting to love with you…do what we did. I do not feel that…you start mending me. I wanted that with you…” His voice had deepened, his accent more pronounced, and he stopped from telling her everything, how he’d gotten off thinking about her in the days leading up to him going with her. Evelyn had seen him tug at the front of his jeans more than once when they were together, her eyes seeing him differently and her dismay there for him to take in.
Maxym could do nothing to keep her from driving on, the seatbelt alarm bleating until he fastened it across his chest as before, twisting in his seat to do that. When he looked up he met her look. She’d been unable to keep from taking him in once more.
“I need to apologize…about giving in to a fantasy that I have had since we first met…when I saw you fooling around with the others when we went out walking….at the gathering of you all who came here…I got to thinking of us….doing what we did.”
“Evelyn, you tell me that now…when…when I thought I forced you…made you do something that you did not want? I was worried you would report me…”
“No…and I haven’t done that, have I…Maxym?”
He looked across the space between them, touched her thigh, felt her hand take his and put it to the warmth of her skin, between her legs. The image he had of her, then, of a dutiful and faithful wife had been shattered. She too had felt the rush of attraction, inexplicable as it was and given who he was and his circumstances….how he had entered her life, along with others who had been given visas and a right to stay and, in his case, to work. He owed everything to her and her man.
He had lustfully intruded on all of that.
“So, you’ve wanted me…before I show you?” he asked more certainly.
“Yes, and I know it sounds sick…evil too…but I couldn’t help it. I tried not to let it all take me over…to think of you in that way…but I felt an overwhelming attraction to you, and…and…”
“And you gave in…when I touched you…like this?”
“Don’t Maxym…don’t do that!” She had reached for the fob that opened the gates to her driveway, failed to stop his questing touches that found their way past the buttons that held the skirt of her dress and were pressed to her panties. She squirmed. “Don’t do that I said!”
But her words of denial, what he could feel, aroused him once more. The walls to the front boundary of the house, the curve of the driveway, would shield them from view. Her words of denial, and guilt with what she had succumbed to and shared with him, were at odds with her responses. He felt the raging ache to know of her again, but to go further than to have Evelyn’s mouth on his prick as he had known of it the last time; he fingering her and claiming her wonderful breasts, those hard and erect nipples like nothing he had ever known of before.
Evelyn squirmed under his renewed caresses, so brazen and wanton, her responses at odds with what she had said, or tried to say on the drive home.
“Don’t Maxym…don’t! We seduced each other the last time, but…but this can’t go on!”
“I…I won’t speak about it…not to anyone…I promise you,” he now kissed, met her startled look, the same gaze of her wonderful eyes that he had seen that first time. Denial of what was to happen, gaziantep yeni escort then, had been pointless.
“I’ll have to believe you…won’t I?” she whispered, unfastening the seatbelt, then settling back in her seat, distracted by his touches that she did not push away. The car’s engine was started up again. “I meant to put this in the garage…”
Evelyn sensed from how he now behaved that Maxym would pursue her until they would be at it, would pursue full on fucking with each other. The consequences leading from that were endless and not to be contemplated if they got caught, or Paul suspected her in straying from him. She might even get pregnant by her young lover and that would be the end of the life she had known before Maxym, and some of his family, had been offered shelter. A charitable deed would be stretched to breaking point.
The garage door rumbled shut behind them and the light would remain on for a short while, long enough for her to unlock the kitchen pass door. Maxym detained her. Wantonly, he held her to him and she clamped his hands, could not keep them from cupping her breasts, then press on her dress and to cover her mound. His intentions were clear. She felt the moisture, squirmed and reached up behind her to kiss him, to do that hungrily as he caressed her.
“I…I want to love with you…have condom, so…please, Evelyn?”
Despite all these reasons to refuse him, she knew that she wanted to keep going, put to rest once and for all her hunger to know of him, a strong young man who so obviously wanted her, lusted after her, that aroused the flare of yearning in her belly, in her pussy where his fingers now pressed, the ache in her breasts that the fingers of his hand now brushed over.
“Here…in the car…come on!” she kissed, her mouth open and their tongues swirling in hungering claims upon each other. She reached for him, shuddered on feeling his state of arousal, heard his sharp intake of breaths in time with her rhythmic clamp of hands and squeezes on him. “Put the rubber on…before we start…won’t you?”
Evelyn pulled out of his embrace, was already unbuttoning her dress as she went to the back of the car and tugged open the hatchback, felt him brush past her shoulders and press the tab fastening to the back of the seat, before pulling it down, a makeshift bed soon there for them to lie on.
“So beautiful…so beautiful and full,” he kissed, bending to take her breasts in his mouth as he tugged lose her bra fastening. He groaned, her nipples were so large and erect, the skin of her breasts pale and with the faint signs of a bikini bra on her tanned skin.
“Undress…undress before me!”
She was soon in thrall to his toned physique, the arc of his long penis that sprang out from a triangle of coarse hair at his groin. Her fingers brushed over the scar on his chest before he drew her to him, kissed wildly as she was pushed to the car, broke free for only a moment to clamber inside, her body, her pussy exposed to his gaze then his mouth and darting tongue, his agile fingers soon finding her as she lay back, her naked body exposed to his wondering gaze.
“you…you want me…to do this,” he kissed, bending to press his lips then tongue to her slit, felt her hands in his hair to guide him, if only for a moment. He rose to have her taste herself on his mouth, his actions brazen and confident.
“Yes…I’m wet…and ready for you. Bring it to me…! Do it…now!”
She watched him smooth the condom over his penis, stroked its length and cupped his sac. Maxym was obliged to lean forward, and she drew his head to her breasts, squirmed to feel his fingers enter her slicked heat as his lips tugged and sucked on her nipples. He could nor restrain himself now.
“Don’t mark me…don’t mark me!” she yelped, even as he tapped his penis tip to her slit and she reached down to part her pussy lips, felt it press to her opening.
They gaziantep yeni escort bayan were both breathing heavily, kissed and slid their tongues into each other’s mouth as he entered, Evelyn tearing her lips away from his kisses only to feel his mouth again on her nipples.
“So large…so beautifully large! I love them!” He had closed his lips around her nipple, tugged, then stroked his tomngue from top to bottom with strong licks. She whimpered as he slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her until he was fully inside her slicked heat. She met his thrusts, tugged and clamped.
“I know that…don’t mark me! Just fill me with what you have!”
There was no pretence of innocence, or restraint, between them now. They were connecting at an animalistic level, sharing pure pleasure despite the confined space. She went wild, showed no inhibitions and surrendered to him.
“Maxym, I meant it, what I said…we can never do this again…never again!” her shrieks of pleasure sharp in the confined space, the car rocking as she slammed into her, Evelyn’s thighs caressing his body, her hands gripping his driving hips or caressed his back, the base of his spine, her touches making him thrust into her in his efforts to escape these claims on him.
“Well see…we’ll see. Now…now I let go!”
He had felt the cramp in his belly, the ache in his balls and the pressure in the tip of his penis, her movements giving him no time to gather his thoughts or to hold back. He’d fill her with his cum, the rubber no barrier to the pleasure he sought of her, and she demanded of him.
“My turn…lie back as you did the other night!”
Her breasts, those hard glorious nipples mesmerized him. She rode his cock, her head brushing the ceiling as she had him plug her, Evelyn’s driving hips impossible to bear, her tugs like nothing he had known of before.
“I come…I come!” he bellowed, and she shuddered, saw his eyes roll up as she gripped and worked his penis in her orgasm, milked him in her pursuit of a prolonged climax, an avowal of all she had conceded to with him.
She bent her head and looked down, saw how he filled her, felt his fingers caress her pussy lips as they came down from their highs.
“You were so good…are so beautiful,” he smiled, looking up at her and seeing Evelyn’s face glow from her efforts, her pussy juices slicking her thighs where he lay between them, slicked his belly. “There will be other times…”
“No Maxym, you have to promise me that was it. I can’t do this to our families, but I can’t stop unless you stop too.”
Se had given voice to her dismay to have surrendered to him. She seemed unsure if she could stop in pursuing a deepening and destructive affair. He was making a new life here and mending himself along the way. A young woman at work was making no secret of wanting to be with him, flirted and had even sent him a sexy text. That much she had heard from his mother when she had called by to check on the whole family, to see if the house was set up for them and as they wished.
To be with a younger woman made more sense, but Evelyn had aroused an animalistic and lustful streak in him, broken the conventional ways he knew of back home.
“You wanted to live for the moment?” he now asked, glorying in the sway of her breasts as she eased from him and made to leave the car and gather up her clothes.
She answered him, finally, clutched her denim dress to her naked body, hid what she had brought to him from view.
“Yes…that…only that, Maxym. You can clean yourself up in the cloakroom…flush the condom down the toilet…make sure that it goes down. Then…then you’d better go. We live differently from now on…but I’ll never forget this moment with you. I lived out my fantasy…I think you did the same.”
Her soft words and understanding smile had told and shown him all that he needed to know. A different future had to be faced up to.
Moments later, he pulled shut the front door and made his way home…or his home from home. Like Evelyn, he would not forget the last few days in her company. Restraint had given way to a flood of loving and sharing the heat.
Some women get into your blood and there was only one way to settle things. He had done that and Evelyn’s look before she was lost to his view told him that it had been the same for her.
♥
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