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She needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift by would have been a guilty pleasure. However, this afternoon while she looked up into pale blue springtime sky, she felt it simply wasn’t enough. Hannah Charter, early 40s, a wife and mother of two, was home alone and desperate for something to do. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew she was bored. Not bored with life particularly, just bored on this day. As a child, Hannah was told she was, “very tactile,” by her parents. They encouraged her blossoming artistry, even building her a workshop in her early teens. When it came to college they put her through the best to equip her with the skills to run a successful business. When she set up her artisan jewelry shop in a selective area of town it was her parents who helped set her up. Within the year she had paid back every penny. She caught the eye of Adam, five years her senior, while he was looking for a present for a work colleague about to go on maternity leave. He was a high flying engineer, not a nerd, more of a get-things-done-when-they-had-to-be-done guy. He couldn’t decide what he should buy so Hannah convinced him she should design and make a piece. He agreed giving her a three-day deadline, and an invite to dinner on Friday at 8. She agreed. They became “The Beautiful Couple” although “The Opposites-Attract-Couple” was more apt. Before they met neither appeared to be the settling-down-type, yet at 25 Hannah was a married woman and by 28 she was a mother to two beautiful girls. Adam’s career flew. He became Vice-President and convinced Hannah she should sell the business and become a Home Maker while the girls were at home. After the girls had started school Hannah went to work part-time for a local jeweler, she felt constricted. Then they moved across country. Being a lonely housewife, in a new town was no fun. With the laundry already done that morning, she had made the effort to put away all the clean clothes and place fresh linen on the beds. She was thinking, at this rate, she was ready to color coordinate the blouses in her closet or even tidy out her underwear Sex hikayeleri drawer. How bored could a girl be? The house felt silent. She sat close to the bottom of her staircase, elbows on knees and palms under her jaw. She breathed in the distinctive smell of fresh paint, which reminded her, that the family had only been in the house less than two months. The chemical odor offended her nostrils, so with her eyes now transfixed on the sky, she tried to tune in her hearing to any sound, for something pleasant. The hum of the refrigeration unit and the tick-tock of the grandfather clock broke through the silence. Of course she blocked out the tiny sound from the kitchen and concentrated on the majesty of the clock. Hannah gazed at the clock, standing in pride of place in the hallway. The eight foot piece of British furniture was imposing, the oak had been beautifully carved and the clock-face exquisitely painted by craftsmen, in another continent three generations earlier. She reflected on the argument with Adam. When he had insisted the clock would be placed close to the bottom of the sweeping staircase. She wanted a narrow table there, with a vase for cut flowers from the garden. Adam had pointed out it was the only family heirloom he had ever wanted to keep and its twelve thousand dollar valuation had some kudos. Hannah had found the mix of nature and engineering hard to reconcile, the clock itself was mostly mechanics and metal. But like her and Adam, the coming together of two opposites could be beautiful, occasionally. She giggled to herself, the thought of a naked Adam holding her tight swept across her mind. before being rapidly replaced by something more sombre. Adam had won, typically. In a few weeks Hannah had grown to appreciate it and still fitted a small lamp table by the door for her vase. She allowed herself a smile, imagining putting a stockpile of cakes and cookies behind the door in the clock’s body. This lead to the more exiting idea of squeezing a lover into the same, tight, space. “Imagine that, shoving my lover into the body of that great thing just when Adam is turning the key to the front door!” Hannah enjoyed shouting out her thoughts into the open spaces of her grand house. After all, with Adam always at work and the girls at school, nobody was ever there to hear her during the day. She stared further into and around the clock face. Concentrating on the hand painted artwork of four young ladies, one in each corner. They were dressed in, what Hannah assumed, were old fashioned Sikiş hikayeleri farm laboring attire. In the top left corner, the girl was wearing a light blue summer dress, she was intriguing. Her shoulders were bare and Hannah swore she could make out the top of her breast slowly becoming on show. She glanced across at “Autumn”, “Winter” then Spring”. She swore she could see them all undressing! She rubbed her eyes to focus normally, slowly they returned to their static farming chores. Except for “Summer”. Hannah began to stare intently, again her focus softened. She could easily make out the farm-girl’s deep cleavage. She didn’t rub her eyes this time and looked deeper into the picture. The painted figure put her finger to her lips, motioning Hannah to keep quiet. A rather handsome man, perhaps a farm-hand, entered the picture. The farm-girl and her suitor fell into a stack of hay. Hannah watched on, trying not to blink, she put her hand onto her lap and pushed into her groin through her tight jeans. The couple became naked and started making out, his hands pawing over her roughly. She returned the aggression, one hand digging her fingernails into his ass. The other made a fist around his thick cock and pulled him closer. Summer encouraged his hardened cock to slide up and down her puffed-out pussy lips, already his pre-cum mixing with her moisture. Hannah felt herself blush, but dared not to blink. Summer was in charge, like Hannah wanted. She pulled him in by his buttocks, virtually forcing him to thrust into her. He wasn’t complaining though, and he picked up the pace. It seemed neither cared about pleasing the other. They fucked to meet their own desire. Summer raised her hips to meet each hammer blow of his pelvis driving his thick cock, the pace relentless and their timing perfect together. It wasn’t long before he began to growl drawing nearer to his climax. Not wanting to be outdone, Summer managed to maneuver her hand between their pounding bodies and found her clit with two fingers. Unable to do much more than vibrate her fingers, her lover continued on his own journey to gratification. She hit her spot and instantly screamed out, racing towards and through her orgasm. They came together, both crying out, seemingly unaware of the others’ satisfaction. Their rhythm was lost while her fingers beat furiously at her clit while each thrust and spasm of his cock jetted his seed deep into her. He fell onto her, empty, and Summer unceremoniously pushed him off and began to tidy her clothing. She looked Erotik hikaye at Hannah and blew a kiss. The farm-boy, his cock still hard enough to lie at right angles to his body began to dress himself and, with a comical limp, left the scene. Hannah finally blinked and was convinced she saw the clock rocking on its base. Her right hand was trapped inside her opened jeans, her middle finger placed on her clit under her soaked panties. Hannah was flushed, from embarrassment, feeling a few tears run down her cheek. They had only moved to their new house a couple of months ago, when Adam’s latest five year project meant they should relocate across country. Hannah had argued that her job, despite how tiresome it was, and her friends were important to her. The girls were unhappy to leave all their friends behind. Adam had reasoned his bonuses would more than cover the cash she collected from her “little job” and the kids would both be in college within a couple of years so that wasn’t such a problem. Adam had won. As she was about to holler, ‘Fuck You!’ into the open space of the hallway the clock started to whir. Hannah held her breath while it began to play, “Westminster Chimes” followed by two loud clangs that made her jump a little. She looked at the Omega watch on her wrist to check it was two o’clock. Of course it was. The clock for all its age was always right. And so was her watch, she stroked the face of the gold timepiece. Still catching her breath, from watching Summer. She thought back to the week before she was married, not 20 years ago. Adam the high flier had taken her to a jeweler in the dead of night. He held her hand, and declared he was going to “get that watch” for her that night. Hannah had honestly believed he was going to put a house-brick through the pane of glass and take it. She was actually more surprised when the door opened and the jeweler stood aside to let them enter so Hannah could try on the watch. At that moment, with that most romantic of gestures, she knew she was so in love with her fiancée, that she would always be with him. She smiled to herself, sitting on the stair she had brushed an hour ago, and mumbled, “Ok, James how are we going to get you inside this clock?” She decided from that moment her fantasy lover would be called James. “What can I do?” She called out. “I’m bored! Fucking bored!” And like a scorned child, Hannah charged up the stairs, two at a time, flying into her bedroom and throwing herself onto the bed, landing with her face in the pillow. After a good five minutes, trying to force tears, to prove to herself she was deeply unhappy, she lifted her face to look behind, into the mirrored wardrobe. Her legs and ass contoured nicely under her jeans. She lifted her hips slightly and deliberately dropped her groin onto her hand.

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