I was looking for someone who wanted to share what I had to offer. She was looking for someone who wanted to share and care. But there was more. Somet...ing I could not explain just like the feeling in the pit of my stomach.I wasn't looking for sex. I was looking for intimacy, someone with whom I could share myself. I was looking for something that was missing in my life. She was married, and from what I could determine from our emails, was surviving in her own way in her own world. She was. She had on black panties inside. I pulled it down too and exposed the gates of the first home I lived in to fresh air and light. Since ours was an apartment on the tenth floor with nothing nearby, we fucked with all doors and windows except the front door totally open. So the sunlight and fresh breeze was always in good supply. It was almost as if we were fucking outdoors.I will never cease to be amazed by her beautiful cunt. She had clean shaves pubis with long slender cunt lips. Depending on. The scope scans across to find Beth's face consumed in distant concentration. I can feel a small magma seepage burning through the cracks in my epidermis. Droplets, warm and reassuring, escaping the tight channel of my urethra to trickle across my panty concealed flesh. I relax and mellow into the warmth, muscles stretching out, a cat before a blazing hearth, revelling in the slowly spreading glow between my thighs.They step forward. Ambling on in meandering half steps as my musculature clamps. ‘That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.’ She kissed the back of my neck. ‘Is it so hard to say, Monk? Here, I’ll start. I –‘ She didn’t finish. I spun in her arms, slapping one hand over her mouth before she could finish. ‘No.’ It was a whisper, a breath. ‘Not yet….I’m not ready for this, Nat. Please.’ Natalie pulled her head away with a hard shake. ‘When will you be ready, Monk? For the love of God, you need to know why, and then you need more time — can’t you just fucking accept?.