Secret sin

[de_valmont]

Secret sin (closed for Sweet_Lara)

SHE is dressed for church and heading there: https://creeksideandcompany.com/collections/dresses/products/the-sunday-school-dress She is naked underneath, like always. She acts like being a good and well-behaving girl. She is a believer. Her unwelcomed but forceful dreams are filthy though. She would not have the guts to show that though.

HE (played by me) is another mandatory church visitor: https://www.************.com/media/2016/01/26/USATODAY/USATODAY/635894204656099876-Lucifer-BTS-0018-hires2.jpg?width=1080&quality=50 He watched her often. Will he be able to talk to her today, maybe make her admit her kinky dreams and make them come true?

You may of course suggest other characters / pics of characters.


I would start with them meeting at the corner of the foot path to the church building. They often meet there but today they are both early and have a few minutes alone, no one understands what they say.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

What is her name?

 

[de_valmont]

How do YOU want to call her? Lara is a wonderfully innocent name.

Are you intrigued by the idea, or just doing me a favor?

 

[de_valmont]

Hello, what's your name, Ms?

 

[de_valmont]

Let me introduce myself: Michel Deval.

(He feels her insecurity what to say, searches for an innocent conversation theme and takes out the church's schedule.)

I will look up today's sermon's subject ... wait ... here it is .... ah, it's David and Batsheeba (now she blushes).

 

[Sweet_Lara]

I might want to do this. Are you still interested?

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Hello Mr. Deval, I don't ever think we've met and I've been attending for years. She appreciates his dark features, his dark eyes, his well- tailored suit. His smile is wide. He's charming, and she wonders if there's a Mrs.

He interupts her thoughts and hands her a bulletin and notes the sermon topic. It's on King David and the story of his romp with Bathsheba, he says, smiling even wider.

She knows the story well. King David, married, has an affair with the lovely Bathsheba, even watching her bathe.

She blushes, suddenly aware of her nakedness under her dress. She looks at him, his dark eyes still on her.

 

[de_valmont]

Hello Mr. Deval, I don't ever think we've met and I've been attending for years. She appreciates his dark features, his dark eyes, his well- tailored suit. His smile is wide. He's charming, and she wonders if there's a Mrs.

He interupts her thoughts and hands her a bulletin and notes the sermon topic. It's on King David and the story of his romp with Bathsheba, he says, smiling even wider.

She knows the story well. King David, married, has an affair with the lovely Bathsheba, even watching her bathe.

She blushes, suddenly aware of her nakedness under her dress. She looks at him, his dark eyes still on her.

"Michel, for you. I have been told you are Lara. What do you think of the story, theologically?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Thank you, Michel, it is, she says, stalling for time to think of her response.

Her eyes cast downward from the awkwardness of the topic. Well, it's a perfect example of how human emotions and desires can overtake even the strongest of moral character, she says

She looks up, half smiles, anticipating his reaction.

 

[de_valmont]

His eyes wander over down from her face, two acute tents show the perfect shape of her well-sized breasts, and reveal her decision against underwear and her excitement. When she manages to lift her chin and eyes a bit, she gets aware of this look.

"We don't know about Batsheba, do we? I always wondered what she might feel for David, hate him or love him for killing her husband, never wanted to know about the 'accident', what she felt knowing he observed her, ...?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

When his eyes lowered from her gaze, she knew what he was looking at. Her breasts instantly awakened and sent jolts of pleasure from their points to her most private area. She followed his gaze to the raised points her cotton dress revealed. She gasped ever so softly and willed his eyes to return to hers.

This man, what is it about this man that excites her so. He is attractive but so mysterious.

Uh, that's an interesting thought, Mr. DeVal, she managed. Ah, such are the mysteries of the human mind. We enjoy the things we are told to be warned of. Honestly, I am taken with the thought of someone enjoying seeing me bathe.

She wondered immediately if she had said too much, wishing she could take it back.

 

[de_valmont]

"Michel", he corrected her calmly. His eyes sparkled for a fraction of a second when she thought aloud, but his look was still almost tenderly. He ignored her unconscious rambling though. "I would love to discuss the bible with you any time further. I am afraid though we are not alone any longer now, and I prefer to speak from my heart and hear from your heart in a suitable, more INTIMATE environment." He stressed on the word "intimate" with a small wink. He had warned her before the other church visitors and the preacher approaching from different directions reached a distance to understand their conversation. Plus he handed over his song book to her, "thank you for letting me look that text up in your book", so she could hide her still stiffened nipples in an innocent, casual way.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She is thinking of their earlier conversation as she stretches out in the bubble bath. Her breasts skim the water's surface, the fullness like two islands floating in the sea. Intimate, she thought, I wonder what he meant by that.

Her body is visible before her. Her pink aerolas are perfect cushions for her pert nipples. The swell of her belly hides some of her pubic mound, which she keeps shaved and trimmed. She follows the curve of her legs to her polished toes, and wiggles them. Closing her eyes, she thinks of Michel, his dark eyes, his smile, his suggestion of intimacy. She rolls her nipples, and her pussy ignites. Reaching between her thighs, she spreads her lips with one hand and starts circling her clit with the other. She instantly rises, picturing Michel's fingers on and inside her.

Pleasure almost at its peak, she opens her eyes, startled. Michel is there, watching her bathe, watching her pleasure herself. A spasm jerks her body, causing her to cry out. She feels herself climbing upward, spiraling to the place where she will hover, then tumble over and orgasm. I'm almost there, she moans, forcing herself to connect with this man who has so deliciously violated her. Her rapid, successive cries give away her climax. They lessen in frequency, and she comes down from her high.

She opens her eyes and squints. Sunlight is pouring into her bedroom, heralding a new day. Her panties, thighs, pussy are soaked with her juice and verify the orgasm while she slept. This Michel had entered her dreams, watched her bathe. She decides to stay in bed, daydreaming about him, his words, his intentions.

 

[de_valmont]

In her mail box, she finds a piece of paper with just some lines:

For your next bath some edifying literature:

Psalm 23 verse 4, last phrase

Ecclesiastes 4 verse 11

Song of Solomon 6 verse 13


Michel

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She holds his note, having read it over and over. What an odd man, this Michel is. She smiles, thinking of his cryptic message. She's looked up the references several times but it was on the first read she knew exactly what he was communicating.

She had invited him into her thoughts many times now. And they certainly were intimate with each other. He touched her where she had touched herself. He tasted her and she him. Delicious together they were, uninhibited in their romps and pleasure. Quite loud, actually. When she sees him next, she surely will blush.

Looking again at the note, she reads the references and thinks of his rod and how it fits so nicely with her sex. But only in her thoughts. She craves his companionship and wishes for his return that she may look upon him if only in her dreams.

 

[de_valmont]

On their next meeting in front of the church, he does not react to her blushing. But ... when their eyes meet he lets out a frightening high burning fire in his eyes, for a second. Talking about the gospel synopsis, he takes her song book from her hands, his finger tips just touching her fingers -- unintentionally? He shows a line from a song text to her ('so take my hands and guide me'), again looks into her eyes with a look of scientific enthusiasm, and hands the book back to her. What he said did not really make sense, and the text did not mean anything to the subject of his words. Theatre play?

When she opens the book in church she finds another piece of paper: "Batsheba's dream is about to come true. She will walk deep into Emerald Forest, to that flat den in Elfs' Clearing. She will find a bath tube to be heated by a gas fire prepared on its flat roof. But she waits for the night, for fear of someone else meeting her. Or is she all alone? She hasn't seen the King yet. Which risk might be bigger, the one to be found by a stranger, or the one to be watched by the King? Should she fear it? Should she do that at all? Shouldn't she go home and be thankful she was safe? Should she trust the King that he protects her at every time in the forest? Will he take advantage of the private scene? Just watch her? Or more advantage?

Does Batsheba feel sweet guilt? She has always been a good girl, hasn't she? What, for Love's sake, is she actually doing here?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She settles into the bath, its water a turquiose from the salts. Steam rises into the chill of the night summer air. She rests her head against the bath pillow, becoming one with the water and the sounds of the forest.

Her breasts again are exposed. Her nipples hard, a reaction to the night air but also to the anticipation of a visitor. She senses something, someone is watching.

The bath was set up just for her in the forest den, a secret place where royalty hosts and invitations rarely extended. Deep in the forest, and isolated beneath a clearing where the night sky sparkles with constellations of diamonds. A crescent moon dimly lights the land.

Submersed, she waits, her eyes covered by a fold left on the tub's edge. A hoot owl sounds. She stiffens, the water disturbed as she covers her breasts, brushing her erect nipples, revealing her excited state.

The forest becomes silent, its residents aware of a foreign visitor. She holds her breath, her sex suddenly warm with pleasure. Footsteps, twigs breaking, she gasps and holds her breath.

She feels the wash of water over her breast and then the touch of flesh on her breast. The dance of fingers across her mounds, tracing her nipples, sending a surge of shudders throughout her body and to her sex. She gasps and a finger presses on her lip and a voice so gentle.

"My dear Lara, don't fear me, I am here to make love to you. Thank you for joining me."

She was thrilled and smiled. It was the voice of her mysterious Michel.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel softly put something around her neck. She thought it was a jewelry first, but then she realized he had collared her with a soft leather necklace with cool spots, must be metal. He was not violent to her at all, but still ... a collar ... he claimed to control her ...

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She hears the snap and feels the band around her neck. She reaches toward her neck but he grabs her wrists and holds them against the porcelain. She begans to struggle, splashing.

"Now, now, sweet Lara,'" he whispers close to her ear. "No need to struggle, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

He presses his mouth against hers, parting her lips with his tongue and kisses her passionately, still holding her wrists. She feels her body relax, melt into the water. She returns his kiss, devouring his flesh.

Still kissing, he releases her wrists and traces her curves to her sex. His fingers presses against her mound, making their way to her most private place. His fingers spread her lips.

His face lifts from hers and he comments on the length of her body laid out in the bath. She moans, urging him to continue his assault on her sex. She opens her legs, water splashing over the porcelain side, allowing him access. He explores her folds, taking his time and watching her pleasured face.

The night forest hears her sounds as Michel turns his attention to her swollen bead. Her breathing accelerates and her cries become nearly continuous. Her hips rhythmically raise with each swirl of his fingers. Climbing higher and higher, she climaxes and cries out to the heavens, rattling the night life, with such sounds of intense pleasure. Whimpering, she comes down from her spasms and lays limp in the water.

Michel rubs her breast and kisses her gently.

"Good girl," he whispers into her ear.

 

[de_valmont]

Sounds like you enjoy our story ...


"I love your face, especially when you are in heat. I am the happiest King in the world now, you honor me being mine deliberately."

Michel caresses her belly, her thighs, slightly her still burning slit, looking into her eyes, with obvious proud of having her under his hands.

"Will you be able to be the good girl in church again? The definitions of the others and me what a good girl is differ, don't they?

What if I find another dangerous place to meet, or ask you to come here again?"

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara looked into his kind eyes as he caressed her still trembling body. She was desperate again for his touch.

She knew those kind eyes could easily turn dark, demanding things from her she wasn't comfortable with. Yet she trusted him. She wanted to be his good girl above all .

He reached into the water and gathered her body, lifting her from the bath. He carried her into his forest den and settled her onto his expansive bed draped exquisitely in the finest linens, mostly white except for a few spots of black. Lara noticed the black play chests just before Michel kissed her eyelids and slipped a satin blindfold over them.

She opened her legs, inviting him to play.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel started by feeling the form of her beautiful thighs, following their voluptuous shape from her feet up to that lovely area that is a bit reddish now, and smelling wonderfully, caressing every inch with his whole warm hands. Suddenly, he slapped her inner thighs sharply, holding them wide spread and open though, forcing her not to close them mechanically.

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[Sweet_Lara]

Lara lay open to his touch feeling every caress, every contact, every tap. Her senses were heightened, his touch was fire.

His hands pressed on her lower limbs, holding them in place as he had his way. She could hear his breathing and tracked his sounds, anticipating his next touch. Her body shuddered with each tap, each kiss, each moan.

His scent, a light musk, filled the air, coming and going as he moved deliberately, his tongue tracing paths of pleasure over her lower body. She reached for him, touching his face briefly.

The music, sweet music, ever so softly played as his hands manipulated her flesh, massaging her into a state of relaxation but yet sexually heightened.

Her Michel was a master of seduction.

 

[de_valmont]

"Lara, whose are you?"

Michel asked her softly, and tapped hard on her venus hill with his hard, erect, pulsating cock.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Yours, Michel, yours.

She was breathless, her answer a whisper.