The Keep

Amy’s Innocence – Purity – Pt 1 (Virgin, Older Man/Younger Woman) Amy’s a virgin. A farm girl. Religious. And horny. When she meets a strange, ruggedly handsome man in the forest that’s more than double her age, she can’t help how curious she is about him. Desire burns between her legs as the lonely man touches her nubile form, splaying her out before him. Warning: Contains two super sexy people, a young woman and an older man that learn the pleasure of one another’s bodies, even during the pain of virginal loss. Risky sex and a beautiful cream pie is just part of the allure. All characters are of legal age. With over 7k words, you really get to know – and want – the characters.

Excerpt:

Months in the woods might normally leave one a smelly, dishevelled mess, but Legault had kept up his appearances and hygiene. Though he exuded a smell of trees and nature, his own personal musk was not unpleasant or pungent. It was a masculine scent to accompany his equally masculine build, and it was most strong as he carefully put his arms around her and onto her trembling hand, very gently guiding her digits into place on the handle of the rod.

“Now here, Miss Amy,” he explained softly, his voice a soothing low thrum near her ear. “Y’hold it like this, an’ pull back…” he simulated the gesture with her, “nice an’ steady while ya cast.” It took all of his willpower to remain so calm in the situation, for his cheek brushed her red ponytail, and he was near giddy with delight at being so close to an actual person, a real woman, once again.

He wasn’t alone. Her eyes were closed and she had stopped paying attention to him the moment his hand touched hers. She even was so bold as to slightly lean back against him, a tiny utterance pushing past her lips. It was hardly anything, but with him so close, it was quite audible. She shivered with the sensation of his body against hers, and was nearly lost in ecstasy before she forced her eyes back open. Only a second had passed, but for her, it seemed so much longer.

He held her in his arms, and he had no desire to ever let her go. He waited in silence, his rough thumb rubbing over her hand gently in a pleasing manner before he managed to conjure words once more. “Do ya see how? I can show ya again,” he murmured into her ear, though his mind and eyes were on anything but fish, looking over her shoulder across her body.

She was such a fair, thin woman, with a very fetching face. She had wide eyes and a brief speckling of freckles over her cheeks and what little was exposed of her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell quickly. “I…” she muttered, unsure of what to say. She was still a bit fearful of him, but more so she was intrigued.

After so many years of loneliness and isolation from all but her family, she craved him more than she knew how to, and his closeness was driving her wild.

Keeping her in his arms, he gave her hand a gentle petting and tugged her closer. She was the picture of a country beauty, he thought, and after a while her lack of an answer struck him. “Are ya okay, Miss Amy?” he asked with concern. Then, with a twinge of hope, he asked, “Are ya cold?” It was a convenient excuse for why his arms were then about her just a bit more than was necessary to show her how to hold the rod.
She took the bait, nodding her head and causing her ponytail to press against his front as she did. She actually felt quite hot, her cheeks and chest flushed underneath the simple, white top. Still, she wanted him to be around her more than anything else she could ever want, and even though it terrified her, she wanted to give in.

Taking the handle from her, he laid her rod down to the side without releasing his hold on her. “My poor Miss Amy,” he lamented in his smooth yet deep voice, “Here.” His overcoat was thick and large; one size fits all for the army. It was bulky on his frame, for though he was tall and strong, he was neither fat nor bulging with muscles. Pulling his arms out of the sleeves he wrapped the coat around her front, so that all that separated them were their cotton shirts.

Situating her inside his overcoat with him, he rubbed his hands along hers and up along her forearm, trying to warm her. “There,” he said confidently, his cheek touching against her hair, “that a bit better?”

Her little breaths betrayed her excitement at the closeness, and she shifted towards him instinctively. She’d never been romantic with another man, and knew none outside her own home, yet there was something that drove her to want to be close to him. To feel him around her, to have him hold her so tightly. It was exciting her in ways she wasn’t yet aware of, and she nodded to his question.

His own heart was beating heavier. She kindled in him desire like he never knew he could feel. It had been so long without any contact. He should have approached her, the whole situation, with more caution, but he wasn’t thinking clearly, and things were moving so fast. He stirred against her, unable to help himself. He was so distracted that he did not realize that his cock was rising against her backside, immediately growing as hard as fresh cut timber. “The Fall is bringin’ in the chill, Miss Amy. Good thing I was here, or else ya might’ve come down with a cold just to catch some fish in the creek,” he said, his voice lower, a charming husk without his even realizing it.

She felt him stir, and while she had no reasonable idea of comparison, she knew it was something strange and different. Something she wasn’t accustomed to or really aware of. She didn’t know whether to pull away, or press herself closer to him, but she felt a similar tingling in her own loins. His voice, his touch, his embrace were all working its magic on her and she hadn’t even figured out what spell it was.

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