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Women Loving Prisoners 2
Copyright 2015 by Night Watch Publishing All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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I was in the common visiting room with him, like I had been dozens of times before. We were sitting alone at our own table, surrounded by other tables with other visiting families. The room was loud like it always was on the weekends, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was here with James.
He sighed as he looked at me with those eyes that made me fall in love with him. I had my hands under the table firmly wrapped around him. I was tugging on him, gently pumping him up and down. I could feel how hard he was as my hands moved back and forth. I wanted to tear his clothes off right there and climb on top of him – god knows I was wet enough. But I knew I had to wait, in another couple of weeks he would be out of here.
I smoothed my fingers over the tip of him as I gently stroked him with my other hand. I felt like I knew him so well and yet we hadn’t even had the chance to be intimate with one another yet. So far we had only had these visits in the common visiting room, but I knew that was about to change. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster and I simultaneously increased my tempo underneath the table.
I knew it was getting to him. He moaned and grabbed my arm, urging me faster. How was it I was here with a man like this? I would have never thought in a million years I would fall in love with a man like James. I wondered what he thought when he looked at me. He was looking at me now but the look in his eyes was one of pure lust.
I couldn’t take it anymore and I knew he couldn’t either. I started working him harder under the table, grasping him with both hands now. He gasped and pulled me closer as I did it.
“Yes, faster” was all he whispered in my ear.
I felt the pressure in him all at once, and then the hot burst of his relief. I remembered thinking how damp my own panties were as I worked it out of him, and I felt all the tension in him release. He was the most powerful man I had ever known, and for the last ten minutes I had all his power in the palm of my hand.
“Two more weeks” I said to him as he put his head on my shoulder. “Two more weeks.”
I was excited and nervous about our future at the same time. I thought about what it would be like once I was able to be alone with James on the outside. What would our first night together be like? He had been in here for almost a decade – what kind of passion must be pent up inside of him?
I thought about the road that had brought me here. Nine years ago I had been a happily married woman, and two years ago I felt lucky to still be alive. I thought about how different my life had been six months ago before I met James...
“I can’t tell you how much this means to me Rachel” Kim said. “You’re such a good friend.”
She was right, I must be a good friend. I was completely uncomfortable with the thought of what I was doing for her but I was doing it anyway. Because I thought that’s what good friends did.