The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) by Leilani Rinder Page B

could feel him get harder and his crotch
started to feel a bit moist.  He removed his pants and underpants.  He sat next
to me on the couch and I lifted my hips as he removed my panties.  He sighed
when he looked at my pussy.
    “You are so beautiful and you are all mine.  Do you know how
honoured you are?”
    I laughed at his joke:  “What do you mean I am honoured? 
You are the one who should feel honoured.  Apart from my ex-husband, you are
the only man I have ever allowed to be with me like this.”
    “I know,” he said, “and the thought of it makes me really
horny.  To know that you have not been invaded by dozens of men and that now I
can have you all to myself, is the best aphrodisiac ever.”
    He put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my moist
pussy. 
    “This pussy is now just mine and nobody else will ever have
you.”
    His words stirred up an uneasy feeling within me which I
could not describe in words.  Maybe it was just because I had been married to
one man for so long that I was not comfortable with the feeling of belonging to
anyone else.  I pushed the feeling aside as he started pushing two fingers
inside me.
    I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the moment.  My
body and mind both needed this escape.  But escape for me was not to come.
    I felt him bend over to kiss me, while still stroking the
inside of my pussy with his fingers.  I was getting wetter and could not really
feel my body react to the stimulation.  What was going on with me?
    Anton pushed my legs further apart and I could feel him
insert himself into me.  He lifted my one leg over his shoulder and thrust
himself harder and harder into me.  In a far-away place in my mind I was wondering
if I was going to cum.  Somehow I started to doubt it.  Even though my pussy
was reacting to Anton’s touch by becoming wet, something just did not feel
quite right.  Try as I may, I just could not get into the moment and give
myself completely.  I closed my eyes and tried to see myself somewhere else.
    I could hear Anton’s groaning become louder and more urgent
and knew he was going to cum. 
    It did not leave me breathless; in fact, it left me not
feeling anything.  It was as though someone else was using my body; like I was
standing on the opposite side of the room, watching what was happening between
two people I barely knew. 
    When Anton got dressed and was ready to go, I felt a sense
of relief.  Somehow a feeling of unease had crept in and I was almost scared he
would want to spend the night after I had invited him to stay the night before. 
No matter how empty the house seemed with only me there, I really did not want
him spending the night.  Why?
    The next morning at school, Anton met me at the gate again. 
    “Finally it is Friday.  I cannot make it tonight but I will
see you tomorrow afternoon around four.  Maybe we can go for a picnic.  I know
a park with a few completely private corners.  I am sure the fresh air will do
both of us some good.”
    I did not ask what he would be doing the Friday evening. 
Having an evening to myself so I could sort out my feelings regarding my new
state as divorced woman, might be just what I need, I thought.
    **********
    On Saturday morning I went shopping for a few new pieces of
clothing.  I realized standing in front of my wardrobe the previous evening
that I did not have anything new.  I did not even think about any additions to
my wardrobe after Mark left.  But now it was time to reinvent myself.  I was
not Anna, wife of Mark anymore.  I was Anna, single, not too bad-looking
judging from what the mirror told me and I had a right to a life of my own. 
The thought was freeing and made me feel happy, a little bit lighter than I had
felt in the past few years.  I did not have a ring on my finger, I did not have
to answer to anyone and the news that I had not contracted HIV from my
philandering ex-husband, made me feel more alive than I had felt in years.
    While