Linda's Different Day

Linda was thinking, 'I hope I might give you something to be more thankful for.' Immediately she reminded herself that she was the one looking to be thankful. That warmth in her lower body had not receded, in fact, as they talked, she was sure it had intensified. Her panties felt drenched and rather uncomfortable under her dress. However, she managed to maintain a level of normalcy by asking him to take a seat at the patio table, before asking, "Would you like a refreshing cold drink?"
"That sounds interesting."
"A recipe direct from one of my books. And what about one of my special snacks?"

He looked up at her. Such deep brown, honest eyes, "If it isn't any trouble."
"I enjoy it," she said, and hurried inside to the kitchen, where the first thing she did was to wash her hands and lower arms. From the fridge, she took what she called her 'specialty', four brandy snaps. Even the cream filling the interior had been her own version.

As she was setting up the snack, her mind was playing with the way she intended to ask Brad some leading sensuous questions. The thoughts had her smiling, but, at the same time troubled her. Again, from the fridge she took a jug of her lemon drink. Then with brandy snaps alongside the jug and two glasses on a tray, she stopped at the door, and placed the tray down on a bench. Telling herself that it was because of the discomfort but knowing in her heart that there was a more positive reason, she shuffled out of her very wet panties and stowed them into the washing machine.

Stepping onto the patio, Linda hesitated for only a moment. Was she really capable of acting so wantonly? What was pushing her? Hadn't her sexuality always been cool and under control? Taking a deep breath, she set the tray on the table, enjoying Brad's nod of appreciation. She placed a glass in front of him, and with, what she hoped was cunning deliberation, she leaned over the table to pour the lemon drink. Watching as she poured, she saw Brad's eyes shift from her action, up to where she knew her dress was gaping.

"Try that," she said boldly, stepping back to watch his reaction as he sipped.
Taking a gulp from the glass, Brad's head nodded, "My God that is so refreshing. And you made this?"

Modestly, Linda nodded her head, and as Brad drank, she sat on a chair close to him. As intended, she selected a brandy snap. The official seduction began here, she hoped. She watched him eagerly as he bit into one.
"That's just great," he mumbled..

"You'll even find the recipe in one of my books," she said proudly. Then knowing his eyes were on her she went into her intended routine. "Would you like to try this?" Had her voice sounded deliberately husky? It wasn't meant to but was a sure measure of how heated she was becoming.

Holding his eyes with her own, she slowly slid the brandy snap between her lips, and sucked strongly twisting it sideways so that some of the spouting cream ran over her lips. She saw Brad's eyes widen and he took a quick drink of lemon. Her own erotic ploy had heated her own blood more than ever. She knew she couldn't hold on in this playful mode. Her wetness was increasing, her heart was hammering, she so wanted it.

Managing to keep a modicum of seriousness in her voice, she asked him, "As a plumber you must deal with blocked pipes a lot."
For a moment, Brad looked just a little uncertain, but he replied, "I'm a master plumber. Have my own business, with a few plumbers working for me. Now, I only attend to emergencies."
"Do you have to clear pipes?"

The way he looked at her, told her that he was beginning to get the message. Trying to stay cool, she parted her legs slightly so that the already unbuttoned lower part of her dress, fell open, and she thrilled to see his eyes glance down at her revealed knee and thigh. His face reddened.
"Do you have a special tool for that?"

He knew, didn't he? He knew where she was going, but all he said was, "Of course. A rod."
"Does it have to be long and hard?"
There was no doubt in his eyes as he looked mistily into hers, and licking his lips, he said, "Sometimes the pipe needs to be heated, and worked a little."

At his words, and almost in one motion, she grabbed his right hand, rose and stood over him, her legs parted as she placed his hand under her dress and directly onto her inner thigh. "Feel me, Brad. Feel." His touch was intoxicating as Brad slid his hand high and into the swamp of her pink wetness.
Brad was looking up at her and she could see the growing lust in his eyes as he said, "Jesus, you're ready."
That was an understatement. "Have been since I first saw you." she hissed. "Oh, plumb me, Brad. Plumb me. Finger me."

Just as she had hoped, everything was now happening at a tremendous rate. Linda's excitement intensified, as Brad plunged a finger directly into her entry and up into her cunny. Immediately, it was two fingers groping up to their limit, while at the same moment she saw the mound in his cotton pants and dropped her hand to smooth over it. That had Brad gasping and he buried his face between her almost bared breasts.

These actions were momentary as, without removing his fingers, Brad wrapped an arm around Linda's waist, and stood up lifting her feet from the ground. Linda almost choked with the sheer rapture of having the weight of her body lifted in part by two fingers in her cunny.

As Brad began to walk, Linda felt the fingers that weren't inside her, fluttering along her channel and flickering at her clit. Madly, her mouth gaped, searching for his. His lips were warm and readily parted, and Linda eagerly lunged her tongue over his, delighted to have his tongue respond to tangle wetly with hers. Brad's steps took them towards the lounger, and, being so roused, Linda feared she might orgasm before they reached it.

Frantically, knowing haste was essential, Linda sucked at his tongue, while her hand squeezed between their clamped bodies, and her fingers found the zip on his pants. With some struggle, she managed to lower it, and was immediately aware of Brad leaning forward. She was being lowered onto the lounger.

Flat on her back, legs spread, lips tingling from the recent connection, she found his warm body over her, as he guided his solid cock, his super rod, to fill her, immense, as he thrust, to try to go even deeper. Linda orgasmed instantly, as she feared she might. But it was sheer ecstasy. Out of control, as she jerked, heaved, and bucked under Brad's powerful thrusts, she was vaguely aware of the squealing, grunting noises coming from her own throat.

Coming out of her euphoric state, Linda realised that Brad's near desperate heaves into her, accompanied by his loud groans, were sure signs that he too was pouring out his juices to mix with her own. Very soon, his head dropped onto her shoulder, and together they gasped out their mutual delight and surprise.

Linda had a moment to regain her breath, and ask herself whether it had been what she'd yearned for. If it wasn't, it was close, so damned close. Even in this afterglow, it was a delight to have a handsome man's naked belly close to hers, and, although it was starting to slip limply out of her cunny, to have had that cock so deep inside her had been both a joy and a relief. Yet the heat that it had flared inside her and up her channel had left embers that might be easily reignited. Only time would tell.

Brad now rolled his weight to one side of her, and Linda felt a tinge of regret, but was surprised when he suddenly gave a chuckle. "What?" she said, raising her head.
"Look," he said. nodding his head sideways.

Linda turned to where he was indicating, and burst out with delighted laughter. There, sitting side by side, panting through open jaws, eyes fixed on Linda and Brad, were the two dogs.
"Think they're jealous?" Linda asked.
Smiling, Brad observed, "More likely they think we're crazy."
Linda lay back, and asked, "We weren't, were we?"

Brad slid an arm under her neck and that was so comforting as he said, "No, I know it was a need in me. And I would guess it was a need in you, too."

Linda could only admit the truth of that, but was compelled to admit, "I have never, in my whole life, been so—so—demanding." And then, believing it would help her explanation, she added with surprising delicacy, "It's been two years since I was last-" She had never been prudish about using the word 'fucked', but for some reason, she added, "—intimate. I wouldn't want you to think you'd met a nymphomaniac."

Brad sat up, and before those brown eyes rested on her face, Linda was highly aware of his glance down her exposed body. She knew that their recent activity had popped all the buttons on her dress. It hadn't bothered her then and his look now caused a vague pull of excitement inside her, as he said, "That was the last thing on my mind."
"How long since you—?" Linda asked tentatively.

His eyes could not hold hers as he said, "With my wife, two months before she died." And his breath shuddered out of him.
Linda became even more circumspect as she whispered, "But that's longer than I'd missed. And there's been no one since?"
He gave her a poignant smile as he replied, "Not until a few minutes ago. Is it any wonder we collided so fiercely?"

Any reticence she might have had in talking about her time with Herbert had been blown away by the day's activities. She told him of how their joyless sex life was explained by the fact that he had, unknown to her, a male lover thirty years his junior. Brad was shocked by that, and asked, "So why marry you?"

Linda shrugged, "I guess that he needed a wife on his arm at the major functions he attended. Apart from the hurt, in the end I felt sorry for him—and for me."

She began to talk about the other brief affairs before Herbert, and suddenly sat up and leaned over him. Linda had become very aware of the trickle of their mingled juices down her inner thigh. Luckily, she had placed a towel on the lounger earlier. She knew she would have to get a shower. It would give her time to consider just what this situation had brought to her, and what it might bring. Was she crazy to be thinking about this in terms of the future?

She stood up from the lounger, pulling her dress closed in front of her. Looking back she saw that Brad had sat up his darkly handsome face frowning as he watched her.
"I must take a shower. There's a little room just beyond the kitchen. I won't be long. You just relax." As she moved into the kitchen, she wondered how she had come so close to adding, 'And get your strength back.' Is that what she wanted?

In the small shower room beyond the kitchen Linda slipped out of her dress and stood for a moment in front of the full-length mirror. Had Brad enjoyed what he had seen of her nakedness? How weird was it that he had possessed her body before having the chance to view it? She felt she had every justification in being proud of the upward tilting thrust of her breasts and the flatness of her belly leading down to, what one early lover had called, her lioness bush.

The just warm water of the shower was a delight as it washed over her, and she found that the sensuous tingles of earlier in the day were less strong as she smoothed her soaped hands over her skin. Yet something deep down where her 'pipework' lay there was still a glow of longing. She had to smile at her ready use of the plumbing term. It had certainly told this stranger, this Brad, where her thoughts were leading her. But what did she want to do now? Feed him and say thank you and goodbye? Not an eager consideration.

She turned off the shower, stepped out to pick up the towel and rubbed herself hard enough to make her skin glow. Linda hung the towel on the rail, and turned towards the door, having decided to just wear the robe which hung there. She froze.

Brad was standing in the doorway his face seeming to reflect the shock that she was feeling, as his eyes roamed over her body.

"I—I'm sorry," he said uncertainly. "You've turned me into a peeping Tom." As she reached for her robe, her hands trembling, he gave her a half smile, before going on, "But I just had to check that the body I just had on that lounger was as good as it felt."

Giving him a forgiving smile, but trembling inside as she slipped into the robe, "That was naughty. Well, the body is covered now. Why don't you take a shower, while I put the kettle on?"
"Good idea," he said, stepping into the small room, and there was a moment when Linda thought he might lay hands on her as they passed. Was she just a little sorry when he didn't? She pulled the door half closed behind her.

Standing on the short corridor, she heard the shower turned on, and there followed much splashing. Linda hardly had to think about her next action. Silently, she pushed open the door so that she could see the shower cubicle. Her turn to be a peeping whatever it was. Steam clouded much of the glass, but as he turned she could vaguely see his well-muscled body and could just make out a hint of a semi-erect cock.

Within just a few seconds, he was turning off the water, pulling open the doors, and stepping, naked, to reach for the towel. Linda was delighted to see his startled expression when he found her holding it open for him. Observing that shocked look, she laughed, "I can be naughty too. Besides, I had to see the instrument that was plunged into me recently. But I see it's half dead.".

Brad's responding chuckle was so heartening, as was his willingness to be enfolded in the towel with her arms clasping around it. Their eyes held as he said solemnly, "This is one step further."
"I know it," Linda admitted, telling herself that these were the actions of a practiced seductress, which she was not. Every move set up a new limit. And Brad's next was most telling as he leaned his head forward, found her lips and they kissed, lips parting immediately, their tongues renewing their familiarity.