Passing

It's time, she thought, reading the clock on the microwave.


She stood, knowing that tonight was the final meeting. She didn't want it to be but knew that it had to be. She collected the book she had been enjoying, placed a marker on the page she was at and walked to the stairs of the house. Her pace was slow, trying to prolong the inevitable.


She eventually reached the landing at the top of the stairs and stole into her bedroom. She shut the door tighly and locked it. She glanced around her room, seeing if her company had arrived. Nothing seemed disturbed.


With a heavy sigh, the woman walked to the stand up mirror to check on her appearance. For the first time since her nightly*rendezvous' had begun, she felt beautiful. Her hair was a more lustrous black than it had been for some time. Her eyes sparkled blue with a inner light she thought she had lost and her face was warm and healthy. The woman felt the bun at the back of her hair, satisfied that her hair was in it's proper place.


She smiled and shed her robe, her naked body displayed before her. Every imperfection that she had once hated seemed infinitely more beautiful now. Her breasts were full and perky, with her left nipple slightly off center compared to her right nipple. Surprisingly, she didn't mind anymore. Her stomach was smooth and soft, though a pale scar marred the smoothness near her groin. She felt the scar with love, remembering the love that had grown in her and what her child could have achieved.


Finally, she inspected her lower body. A small, neatly trimmed patch of dark fur peppered her groin. She felt along her lower body, checking the smoothness of her sex. Her lips felt swollen and wet, excitement readying her body for the night. She turned slightly, allowing herself to look at her backside. Her butt seemed perky and round.


"You look beautiful, Jessica," she said to herself, satisfied at her appearance.


She looked over and saw the time. He would be hear soon.


Jessica raced over to the bed and laid down on her back. She lifted her arms above her head and spread her legs slightly. Her anticipation peaked and she felt wetness seep from between her legs. She was ready for him.


A sound from the double doors of the balconey caught her attention. Jessica didn't look, she never looked. Instead she closed her eyes and just listened. The lock on the doors lifted and they swung open gently. A breeze filled the room, that chilled Jessica's body. The wind seemed to caress her skin.


It played lightly over her breasts, arousing her. As if a living being, the wind swirled around her breasts, teasing and pinching. Jessica moaned feeling another breeze trailing down her stomach. Air seemed to coil and run between her wet lips. It teased her clitoris, eliciting moans from Jessica.


"Oh yes," she said, "Touch me."


Obeying her command, the air became more forecfully, like fingers running and massaging her sex. At the same time, she felt a strong force grip her breasts and squeeze then the feeling of soft lips engulf her left nipple.


"Oh god, you always love the left one," she cried out, ecstacy filling her.


The lips parted from her left breast and kissed to her right breast.

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