Succumb to Temptation

Brenda went over to the sink, and ran the cold tap and cupping her hands, she splashed her face with cool water too try ease the moist heat burning inside of her. Then she reached for a cup and drank some water. That’s it, get a grip of yourself, and behave!!! She pictured Kevin as she had thought of him until recently, as a child. Yes, that’s it, he’s just a child. She turned and went out into the garden to continue the gardening. However, all her resolve melted in a wave of sexual heat that swept through her body. Kevin was midway down the lawn and was bare-chested; his t-shirt tucked into his the back pocket. He was lightly tanned and, Oh God, so lean and muscular. For a second she thought her legs would give way from under her. She closed her eyes and told herself sternly…get a grip you silly cow, you’re not some teenager girl! You’re a mature women, mother of two…but another part of her added, in desperate need of a good long hard fuck. What was she saying, you never use to think that word, let alone say it. Yet “fuck” was the right word.