Reconciliation 8 R Rated

Chicago, Illinois

June 21, 1957

Seeing her in the subdued light,

the white of her flesh was stark

against the tan of her chest,

and whereas before the areolae

would barely be discernible in the available light,

they were now darker

and the protruding nipples larger

and courser.

But to the young man

everything about his wife was beautiful.

Now, as though seeing her for the first time,

overwhelmed with passion,

once again putting his mouth onto a breast,

drawing hungrily on his wife’s strange nipple,

as…

Tightening her hand about the

clothed shape of his straining penis,

wanting to hold him bare,

pulling the tab of his zipper downward,

placing her hand into his trousers,

searching for the overlapping

fly of his Jockey shorts,

and…

The electric touch of her cool hand on his naked,

Blood-engorged flesh inducing a contraction,

causing his penis to jerk in her hand.

“Oh, God, baby!”

he whispered hoarsely

as his hand moved beneath the hem of the chemise,

up her bare calf then high onto the moist…

very moist crotch of her panties,

then through the elastic band,

and…

The husband and wife

had no financial problems!

No parental problems!

No thought of what the future might hold!

For the young man and young woman

now,

all there was,

was in the close confines of a 1952 Ford convertible.

The feel of her silky damp pubic hair

sending an additional shock

as he probed into the warm,

so wet cleft of flesh with the finger of one hand, as,

unbuttoning the remaining buttons

of the chemise with the other…

Pulling his hand from under the elastic,

grasping the bands of the half-slip

along with her panties,

as she lifted her buttocks

both were pulled off her hips,

down her legs,

over her ankles and feet,

and…

©November 20, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman

To be continued as “The Reconciliation 9