Page 70 of An Unescorted Lady

She cried.

"Let's make the most of them," he sighed.

"Yes," she agreed.

Later he changed clothes and left, but not without kissing her hungrily on the lips. "Later sweetheart."

She smiled, a smoldering smile.

Late that evening before all the boys came back from the pasture, a young man arrived with the pictures.

She opened the big envelope and looked at them and smiled.

They were beautiful pictures; she'd treasure them forever. She hadn't told him, but it was the very first time she'd had a picture made.

When Lance and the boys came back from the pasture, she showed him the pictures. He loved them all, but he grabbed the small one and stuck it in his pocket. "I'm so glad he was able to get them done so quickly."

"He's a real professional, I suppose."

"Oh yes, been there for some years now."

That night they made love half the night, then collapsed into each other's arms.

The next morning, he knew this would be their last day and night together for a while and after the boys finished their breakfast, he came back inside, took her in his arms and pulled down her bloomers, moved everything off the table and took her there. "I just had to have you again," he cried softly in her ear as he rode her quickly.

She was wet and warm for him, feeling the same as he did. She couldn’t get enough of her husband, she reasoned. It didn't matter where they were at, she wanted him. It was exciting the way he found new places and new ways to thrill her.

He pulled her dress down, so he could lay his head on her breasts, kissing her eagerly there as he thrust himself deep inside her.

She moaned the exquisite kisses he gave her there.

When he left, she was smiling and so satisfied.

How could she get the courage to let him go? And how did he know she wanted him so badly that morning? Were they that attuned to each other?

The night before his leaving, he took pleasure in taking her clothes off of her, and before he could get his own clothes off, he was engrossed in making love to her.

She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. She took his boots off for him and he slid out of his pants quickly.

They stood in the moonlit bedroom, he turned her toward the moonlight as it streamed over her and he stared at her.

"What are you doing?" she finally asked him when he didn't do anything.

"I'm looking at you, sweetheart. Memorizing every part of you, so I can conjure you up from memory easily."

She licked her lips and she spread her legs, bending one provocatively. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered for his ears alone.

"Every inch of it," he smiled sexily at her. "Move around a little, I like this. Push your hips out, thrust your breast toward the moonlight." He encouraged.

She giggled but did as he said.

"Now let your hair fall back, think about me crawling inside you, like that." He told her.

Her lips parted, her heart swelled at the thought of him taking her, and suddenly he was there, taking her body, and bending it toward him, he swooped down, tasted her. She moaned raggedly. "God sweetheart, I can't help it, your so lovely standing like that. It's hard to concentrate on work. All I want to do is be with you, climbing inside you and staying all summer there."

She orgasmed as he spoke such sweet words to her, unable to stop she trembled in his arms as he kissed and licked at her.

He took her to bed. He didn't make love now; he touched every part of her. She did the same, enjoying the moment between them. He held her in his arms, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her ear, then her lips. "I'll remember this night forever. We've made some lovely memories and I'll hold them close to my heart until I return."

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