Carrie was 26 and had been a widow for 14 months. He was 39 when he was killed by a ***** driver. He had married her when she was 21 and he was 32. He had a daughter (April) as well at the time, whom she had adopted not long after they were married, as his ex had no interest in participating in the girls life.
Carrie thought of herself as an "average" woman. She was 5'6" tall, and weighed around 110-115. Her hair was brown, down to her shoulders, her eyes hazel, and her figure was pretty nice, wore a 32-A size bra. She had started been getting her pubic area waxed not long after her marriage. He had jokingly told her once during their love-making that he didn't like to floss while he ate, so one day, she had herself waxed as a surprise for him, and had kept doing so even after his death. They had a decent sex life, he was "built" average, and he always made sure she was not left behind. She hadn't been all that experienced when they were married, so she was hesitant about oral sex. But soon she started to enjoy the tastes and the scents that occurred during and after sex.
Not long after he had been killed, her adopted daughter would come to her in the middle of the night to sleep with her. As the girl curled up next to her, she would stroke her face and her hair and slowly fall asleep, wondering what the next day would bring. Thing is there were times she would think of him, his hands on her, his tongue and mouth on her bare slit. She would touch herself, bringing herself slowly to a quiet orgasm. She would slowly lay on her back, and slowly rub her nipples until they were hard, and then slowly move one hand to her moist bare slit, even as her adopted daughter slept next to her. Or at least, so she thought the girl was asleep. April had known what Carrie was doing for sometime, and never said anything. She would lay there, pretending to be asleep.
April enjoyed the comfort of Carrie ever since she she married her Dad. They got along well, enjoyed shopping and lunches together. And Carrie was good with helping her on her schoolwork, and took her to soccer and gymnastic classes regularly. A few nights after her Dad was killed, she went into the bedroom her Dad and Carrie had shared, and heard Carrie crying softly. She asked Carrie if she could climb into bed with her, and soon they had fallen asleep. Going into her adopted Mom's room got to be a regular habit, and they both enjoyed the comfort and closeness.
Jason was April's soccer coach. He was 6'4" tall, and about 210 in weight, and had an almiost dark chocolate complexion. He was well built, worked out regularly, so was well defined in the shirts and shorts he would wear on the field. Carrie would hear the other soccer Mom's talk about him, a quiet gossip of how he would be in bed, and almost awe struck glances at his croth, where they could see at times that he wasn't wearing anything under those shorts. It was something he purposely did on occassion, to tease the soccer Mom's as well as the girls he coached. The girls enoyed Jason's strict coaching methods, and his determination to keep them in shape and ready for games. Some of them, including April, would give him a hug before leaving with their Mom's. Those girls would whisper quielty among themselves about how he felt. And as girls did, they would talk about sex. A few had experiences, and would talk about how it felt.
A few months after Carrie became a widow, Jason started making small advances towards Carrie, always asking her how she was, how April was, how things were getting along. Carrie liked him, and she found it difficult sometimes to not look down on days he wore nothing under his shorts. When he was close, a slight outline of his penis could be seen, and if the outline meant anything, well, she could feel herself getting moist. After a year had passed, he asked Carrie about going to lunch somewhere, and to his surprise, she consented.
On one of their lunches, it was a warm spring day, and April was at school. Carrie and Jason met at a small cafe in town. It was warm enough that day that all she wore was a light yellow cotton dress, and some sheer panties. Jason had on a white polo shirt and white shorts. One could tell at a glance he had nothing on under them. As they ate and talked, Jason would look intently at her, watch her eyes, and see her nipples harden under the dress at times. Carrie would find herself lost in his looking at her the way he did. She had also gotten a glance at what he had under his shorts when she dropped her napkin. The shorts were loose enough that his penis rested down his left thigh, and she could see the thickness of his penis.
Carrie thought of herself as an "average" woman. She was 5'6" tall, and weighed around 110-115. Her hair was brown, down to her shoulders, her eyes hazel, and her figure was pretty nice, wore a 32-A size bra. She had started been getting her pubic area waxed not long after her marriage. He had jokingly told her once during their love-making that he didn't like to floss while he ate, so one day, she had herself waxed as a surprise for him, and had kept doing so even after his death. They had a decent sex life, he was "built" average, and he always made sure she was not left behind. She hadn't been all that experienced when they were married, so she was hesitant about oral sex. But soon she started to enjoy the tastes and the scents that occurred during and after sex.
Not long after he had been killed, her adopted daughter would come to her in the middle of the night to sleep with her. As the girl curled up next to her, she would stroke her face and her hair and slowly fall asleep, wondering what the next day would bring. Thing is there were times she would think of him, his hands on her, his tongue and mouth on her bare slit. She would touch herself, bringing herself slowly to a quiet orgasm. She would slowly lay on her back, and slowly rub her nipples until they were hard, and then slowly move one hand to her moist bare slit, even as her adopted daughter slept next to her. Or at least, so she thought the girl was asleep. April had known what Carrie was doing for sometime, and never said anything. She would lay there, pretending to be asleep.
April enjoyed the comfort of Carrie ever since she she married her Dad. They got along well, enjoyed shopping and lunches together. And Carrie was good with helping her on her schoolwork, and took her to soccer and gymnastic classes regularly. A few nights after her Dad was killed, she went into the bedroom her Dad and Carrie had shared, and heard Carrie crying softly. She asked Carrie if she could climb into bed with her, and soon they had fallen asleep. Going into her adopted Mom's room got to be a regular habit, and they both enjoyed the comfort and closeness.
Jason was April's soccer coach. He was 6'4" tall, and about 210 in weight, and had an almiost dark chocolate complexion. He was well built, worked out regularly, so was well defined in the shirts and shorts he would wear on the field. Carrie would hear the other soccer Mom's talk about him, a quiet gossip of how he would be in bed, and almost awe struck glances at his croth, where they could see at times that he wasn't wearing anything under those shorts. It was something he purposely did on occassion, to tease the soccer Mom's as well as the girls he coached. The girls enoyed Jason's strict coaching methods, and his determination to keep them in shape and ready for games. Some of them, including April, would give him a hug before leaving with their Mom's. Those girls would whisper quielty among themselves about how he felt. And as girls did, they would talk about sex. A few had experiences, and would talk about how it felt.
A few months after Carrie became a widow, Jason started making small advances towards Carrie, always asking her how she was, how April was, how things were getting along. Carrie liked him, and she found it difficult sometimes to not look down on days he wore nothing under his shorts. When he was close, a slight outline of his penis could be seen, and if the outline meant anything, well, she could feel herself getting moist. After a year had passed, he asked Carrie about going to lunch somewhere, and to his surprise, she consented.
On one of their lunches, it was a warm spring day, and April was at school. Carrie and Jason met at a small cafe in town. It was warm enough that day that all she wore was a light yellow cotton dress, and some sheer panties. Jason had on a white polo shirt and white shorts. One could tell at a glance he had nothing on under them. As they ate and talked, Jason would look intently at her, watch her eyes, and see her nipples harden under the dress at times. Carrie would find herself lost in his looking at her the way he did. She had also gotten a glance at what he had under his shorts when she dropped her napkin. The shorts were loose enough that his penis rested down his left thigh, and she could see the thickness of his penis.
