Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 38
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 38 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
Morning arrived with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Monique shifted beside me, letting out a sleepy hum as she stretched. Blinking awake, I turned to watch her rub her eyes, her hair slightly tousled.
“Morning,” she murmured, smiling lazily.
“Morning, beautiful,” I replied, my voice rough with sleep.
She snuggled against me, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “You were tossing and turning a lot last night.”
Running a hand through my hair, I sighed. “Yeah ... just thinking.”
She studied me for a moment but didn’t press. Instead, she playfully pulled the covers away, exposing my bare chest. “Come on, lazy man. Let’s get up.”
I groaned. “I liked it better under the covers with you.”
Monique laughed, slipping out of bed and stretching, her nightshirt riding up slightly. “Shower time,” she announced, tossing me a grin before heading toward the ensuite.
I took a moment to admire her before following, covering my cast as she started the water. We showered together, our hands moving over each other’s bodies with tenderness. The ever-present undercurrent of desire lingered between us, but this morning, our touch was more about comfort than urgency.
After drying off, Monique helped me dress, carefully pulling my shirt over my injured arm before adjusting it. She chose a light summer dress for herself, simple yet elegant, the kind that always made my gaze linger a little too long.
“Like what you see?” she teased, catching my eyes in the mirror.
“You already know I do,” I said, shaking my head with a smirk.
We made our way to the kitchen, where Monique prepared breakfast—a light spread of scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. Sitting close at the table, we sipped our coffee, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.
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