Reconciliation 9 R Rated

Chicago, Illinois

June 21, 1957

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…

Now, though she still wore the chemise,

it was completely open

and the young woman’s slender body was…

“Beautiful,” the young man said.

“You’re so beautiful!”

The deep tan of her sun­-exposed flesh.

The iridescent whiteness of her sun­-hidden flesh.

The slope of her white breasts.

The darkness of her aroused nipples…

The black triangle of her pubic hair and,

through his excitement,

intensified by his excitement

the young man smelled the

tangy, sea­-like scent of the flow of his wife’s

excitement, and…

The scent of her sex…

The sight of her body…

the feel of her hand upon his penis…

“My God, I want to be in you.”

“Me, too,

I want you in me, too.”

Shirt and socks on,

slacks off along with underpants…

When one is young

and in the heat of passion,

the close confines of a 1952 Ford convertible is

somehow no obstacle

and the two were able,

somehow,

to contort their bodies into positions

that under most conditions would be,

for most human beings—

for all but the most urgently passionate of human beings—

would be utterly impossible.

and…

Positioned between his wife’s legs,

moving the tips of his fingers along the

inside of her silken thighs,

touching,

feeling the flow…

the overflow of fluid.

Leaning forward

kissing her lips,

her neck

and,

with lingering tongue,

one, then the other tightened nipple,

one, then other was drawn into his mouth

as…

Inching back on the seat,

his tongue trailed the slight salt taste of the young woman’s chest,

down and around her “outie” bellybutton,

down,

onto and into the hair

where…

Tasting the taste of the young woman,

his tongue pushed deeply,

deeply to its root,

deeply into his wife’s wonderful,

so sweet vagina as…

Tightening her eyes,

biting her lip,

her fingers entwined in his hair,

straining her pelvis forward and upward…

“Uh­-oh!”

Both suddenly aware of a

sharp tapping accompanied by a

beam of light playing through the

passion-­beaded,

fog­-shrouded moisture

of the right side window.

“Uh­-oh!”

©November 21, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman

To be continued as “The Reconciliation 10

                                               (Will be G rated)