Linda's Different Day

Linda's blood pulsed madly through her whole body, in tune with the eager beating of her heart. She dropped the towel and moved her body close against his, wondering how she could get out of her robe, so they could be full body skin on skin. It was a joy, as her head spun with the desire that was fast enveloping her, to feel Brad solving her problem as his hands slid the robe away from her shoulders, before tugging it gentle wide.

For only a second Linda moved her hands from caressing his broad back, took a slight shuffle back wriggling her arms so that her robe just fell away. They had never broken the kiss, and now their naked bodies slid against each other, her breasts on his lower chest, her belly heaving under the pressure of what felt like a red-hot rod of metal. She longed to reach down to touch it, and more than that. God, she was more than just a seductress. She was turning into a harlot with the nearness of Brad.

At this point, Brad broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Linda had been aware of his hand trying to touch her breast, but their bodies were so tightly clamped he had found it difficult. Now, he asked, "Is there anywhere we can-?"

He didn't need to complete the request as Linda said, "There's a guest room one door further."
"Well," he said, "aren't I a guest?" And he planted a fond kiss on her nose.

She liked that gesture of, what seemed to be, fondness, and she replied, "A very welcome guest. Come on." And she took his hand, revelling in the situation of being an Adam and Eve, moving naked together to the room next door. Her eyes had taken in her first real look at his rampant cock. So impressive, that, yes, she did want to kiss it, and maybe more. And that was a response that she'd never known with any man.

The room was small, with just the double bed and a dressing table, with a large window giving a view of the side garden. Brad put his hands on her shoulders and very gently eased her to lie down on the bed. Although eager, Linda was quite happy to allow him to take the lead, as he leaned over her and kissed her gently, before whispering, "Slow and gentle."

One arm went behind her head, and she gasped as his other hand caressed, so subtly, over her right breast, enclosing it, squeezing it, before his fingers tickled around the nipple. Her whole body shuddered as he repeated the same action with her left breast.

Linda was certain that she was on the verge of an experience beyond any sexual encounter she had ever known. At thirty-seven, how odd was that? She moved her hand down the firmness of his body, and broke the kiss to whisper, "I want to touch you--down there."
He looked into her eyes and said, "Feel free. It's been private property for far too long.”

She murmured, "Yes it does look rather exclusive." And her insides were becoming even creamier, as her trembling hands closed around his hefty shaft.
"Not at all. I've-" What she had intended to say was lost as Brad lowered his face to her breasts, and his tongue fluttered around each nipple in turn. The action caused Linda's hand to spasm in a hard grip and pull on his cock. Her movement made Brad nuzzle deeper into the softness of her breasts.

Linda wondered whether she could lie all day under the wonder of his lips and tongue on her breasts. When he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, it was as though there was some electronic connection between there and her cunny walls which seemed to contract wildly.

Linda could not avoid a rapturous moan escaping her lips. Her hand stroked, tugged and fingertipped the smooth head of his wonderful cock. Her other hand stroked his face, rippled through his dark hair, and she was as close to pure rapture as she could ever remember.

But it was at that pinnacle of passion that Brad moved his hand down over her belly, through her bush and down to her inner thigh, where it performed a slow circular motion. A very practiced motion, and Linda envied what his wife must have been getting from their years together. Her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated where that hand might move next.

She hadn't long to wait. His fingers trickled over the hair around her crevice, before slowly, oh, so slowly, dipping into her swampy depths. He had moved his body so that her strumming on his cock was now impossible as it moved out of her reach.
"Mm, very dry," she heard Brad's chuckling voice.

"Dry?" she almost cried out, "Dry? You'd better proceed with caution." And her hand gave a playful slap to the side of his head, as those devilish fingers began their slide back and forth along the soaked length of her crease, lingering skilfully at key points, her clit, her entry, where one finger briefly circled the rim, and, moving on, pushed beyond the boundary as though reaching for her anus.

Then came the luscious return journey with similar delay points. All of this was almost lifting Linda to a euphoric state that she found so new. Not for the first time, she was reminding herself that this man, who had access to the most intimate part of her body, had, until just over an hour ago been a stranger.

His body shuffled again, and Linda just knew what was coming, as Brad's legs moved alongside her own, while his lips and tongue moved from her breasts and down across her belly. In no time her bush was being nuzzled. One hand moved away to grip her hip and that tongue slithered into her wetness, almost, it seemed with unerring aim, onto her swollen clit.

Involuntarily Linda knew her hips had flinched up into his face, as, she experienced such a spasm as his tongue and lips lavished her wetness. As the tip of his tongue poked at her entry, his free hand had moved back to delicately probe her anus. Again, her body jerked, and she feared being selfish as she took this bountiful attention without being able to reciprocate.

But Brad had more to give, as his tongue slid forward once more and began lapping thoroughly on her clit. Somewhere inside her lower body a fuse had been lit, her cunny twitched, as though searching release, and that release could only come from one source.
"Oh, fuck me, Brad. Now, do it. Fuck me."

As though her wish was his command, Brad moved his body up from between her twitching thighs, and loomed over her, his bright eyes fixed on her face. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, as she hungrily had her hand searching for his solid cock.

Linda knew what he had said could not be true as her face had to be contorted by the lascivious hunger possessing her. Two hands, his and hers, were guiding his cock to where she wanted it. The touch of that shining purple head on her entry had her squirming to force it up into her. Her cunny walls widened to welcome it, as she closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath in anticipation of his massive thrust.
No thrust came. Yes, Brad had slid his rod about an inch into her, but not with the urgency that her whole body was set for. She opened her eyes to see that handsome face close to hers, as his hardness made another inch of progress along her wet, pulsing passage.

His voice was low and deep as he whispered, "I've tasted the honeyed cream of you. Now, like we said, slow and easy."

"But-" Linda wanted to protest that it wasn't fair to have her clit licked into a frenzy without a hefty follow-up. Then he pushed again, another inch, and despite her fevered hunger, Linda had to admit that this rod easing up into her was filling her, huge and hot. The next inch was brought on by the impassioned flexing of her own hips.

Brad's lips nuzzled her ear as he murmured once more, "Slow and easy." And pushed deeper. Linda was quickly aware that they were moving in a steady yet thrilling rhythm, Brad's push and her cunny muscles pull. It was all too exquisite.

Her cunny was alight with the fullness of that mad torpedo of a cock that suddenly seemed to strike against her cervix. "End of line," Brad muttered, and Linda despaired to feel his rod begin to withdraw. Had he cum? She hadn't noticed. Crazy for release, she heaved with her hips, flexed her internal muscles.
"Oh, no!" she cried out. Her fuse was still burning. She needed—

Suddenly, all negative thoughts were demolished, as his solid, mighty rod surged along her total length, filling her, firing her, before withdrawing and then thrusting deep once more, then again. Linda was aware of the rush of blood in her veins and was awestruck by this abrupt onslaught. Her lower body was aflame, as spasm after spasm, bucked and raged through her, lifting her in the delight of it. For a moment, she was out of her mind, journeying into some kind of ecstatic state that she had never known.

Slowly, awareness returned, and she realised her fingers were clutched tightly into Brad's buttocks, urging his thrusts. That was her next shock. He was still plunging his length deep inside her. When he raised his face to look down at her, she could see it was deep red, and impassioned, as in a strained voice, he asked, "Were you all right?"
"Slightly better than that, but you haven't-" His hardness plunging again up her channel took her voice away.

He kissed her sweated brow, and with a gasping breath he told her, "I've been concentrating on pleasuring this demanding lady." She saw him attempt to smile, but it turned into a grimace as she flexed her cunny walls around his rampant cock, and he gave a moaning grunt.

Linda knew he had to be close, so she twitched her muscles again and heaved her hips into him, enjoying the further lunge from his hardness. Very quickly they had found a rapid rhythm of vigorous action, and she could tell by his breathing that he was about to climax. Then to her utter amazement her own insides were stirred by his plunging rod.

Could she orgasm again? As Brad's thrusting became more urgent, so Linda became positive that her fires were flaring once more. This would be true fucking, the whole up and down in and back sharing together of emotions.

Brad groaned, and she knew he was coming inside her, as his body shuddered in release and at the same time her own body surrendered to the waves of passion that gripped them both. The noises they made, the wild vocalisations that could never be interpreted, hung in the air around them, as Linda felt Brad pumping the last few drops inside her. It was all too exquisite, as his head dropped onto her shoulder and his face nuzzled into her neck.

They lay clasped like that for a good while, lost in the euphoria of what had just happened. As his flaccid cock began to slip out of her, he rolled onto his back and Linda reached for a box of tissues from the bedside table and began wiping between her thighs. Then she took a handful of tissues, leaned over Brad and began stroking over his limp cock, amazed at her own daring. But he had this affect upon her. "Poor little thing," she giggled, "I think I may have killed it."

He half sat up, sharing her laughter, and said, "If you treat it like that, I think you'll find, in no time, that is far from the truth."

As she lay back alongside him, Linda's mind turned on what he had just said. Was there a suggestion that this could be more than a one-off? And wasn't there, way down inside her, the hope that this could be the case. She wondered how he might take it were she to raise the subject. Instead, she told him, "In all sincerity, never, since I was eighteen, has any man lifted me to such heights. You know how to please a woman. I feel guilty because you did nearly all the work.".

Brad leaned over her, hair tousled, looking fantastic, his face reflective as he began, "You may not believe this, but, when I married Dana I was a sexual novice." Linda knew her face must have shown her doubt, as he said, "It's true. I was just twenty-one while Dana was twenty-five, and had, as they say— been around the block. I never asked her about how she was so avidly sensuous."

He paused to kiss her quickly on the lips, an action which thrilled her, as did his eyes gazing into hers, while he went on, "Your delightful approach this morning was so close to the way she might instigate a session. But then the illness hit her. Doctors could not define why she became so weak and sickly." Breath shuddered in his throat, "When the aneurism finally claimed her, she was gone in just a few days."
Deeply touched, Linda placed a hand on his cheek, "Thank you, for telling me."

"I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Linda could see nothing for him to apologise for.
"I wasn't making comparisons when I mentioned our first -er—collision. I meant no offence,"
How diffident he was. "No offence taken. In fact, I take it as a compliment. You obviously loved her very much."

His eyes held hers. Linda saw pain there. And was there something else in those moistened brown depths? Was she imagining it? Instinctively she reached out and drew Brad's head down to rest between her naked breasts. Pleasingly, he nestled his body close to hers, thigh to thigh, and she felt his softness pressed against her hip.