I was intrigued. I had welcomed a couple onto the bbs that I frequent, and was surprised when I received an enthusiastic reply from them. They’d read and enjoyed several of my stories, and we began a regular exchange. As it turned out, it was Linda that did most of the writing in the letters, while Randy added his comments every once in a while. Our letters became more and more intimate, hotter, and sexier as time went by. We started out with friendly exchanges, and my giving some tips about pussy shaving, a favorite “kink” of mine. Linda’s enthusiasm intrigued me more and more. I’d known women who like sex, and a few who really enjoyed it, but damn few who would sit and talk about it openly. I could feel a certain electricity between us, one that had nothing to do with computers, modems or phone lines. They had sent in some intimate pictures to the bbs and the sysop digitized them. As soon as I could I downloaded them. I was eager to see what Linda looked like, and equally curious about her husband. Randy was enjoying the fruits of our labors at the keyboard. Linda would read my messages and reply, then, by her own admission, take out her frustrations on her husband. I enjoyed hearing that, if for no other reason than it was bringing them pleasure and happiness. I was curious to see what these people looked like, and see them in intimate positions. The pictures didn’t show their faces but I was more than pleased. Linda has nipples that when erect are long and sexy. Her figure pleased me too. She is in good shape, real shape, unlike some of the men’s magazine models with their airbrushed and sculpted bodies. I was also curious about her husband, and saw that he wasn’t one of those Mr. Olympia clones. Like I said, these are real people. I had mentioned in a letter that I would be in their area in Sept- ember, for a weekend charity event, and suggested it would be fun to meet at least two of my “fans”. I wasn’t making a play to get into bed with her (or them…and I’m very straight thank you). I really just expected to meet them, have dinner, and get to know them, even though I left the details open-ended. As time went by, we flirted with the idea of a more intimate evening, and soon found ourselves setting it up. My fingers nervously danced over the keyboard each time I thought about it. I don’t have any real experience in what is commonly called “swinging”, thus the meeting came down to Linda and I meeting in an Italian restaurant. I arrived about fifteen minutes early and went inside. I had tried to leave us both a graceful exit in case neither of us was what the other expected. “No expectations” I’d said. This way, if either of us got cold feet at the last moment the ego-injuries would be minimized. I was sitting at a small, high table on a barstool, positioned so that I could see both doors, and so that she could see that I was alone. The bar was crowded at one end with fiftyish men talking about the last great war, and old high school days. A couple sat in a booth not far away, and I looked them over carefully, trying to see if both of them had come down.
A football game was on the TV, letting me distract myself from my nervous anticipation. An attractive woman entered the restaurant and paused by the door. Dark haired, well dressed, and in her early thirties, she seemed to match my expectations. The door opened again, and several people joined her, laughing as they were led to a table. Nervously, I stubbed out my cigarette and told myself to relax. Texas scored against Colorado in the college football game, and I let myself relax. I thought about another drink, then saw a woman enter the bar through the far door. I looked at her, noting her hair was light, almost blonde (a real weakness of mine), and that she was nicely dressed. It took two heartbeats for me to realize that this was Linda, her eyes scanning the room as mine must have done when I entered. I watched as she walked closer, and smiled when I saw her light green eyes. “I can’t be THIS lucky.” I thought to myself with a sudden intake of breath. “Linda?” I asked. She smiled and her eyes locked with mine. Her reply was lost to my long-term memory, I was held spellbound by her eyes, and her radiant smile.
Linda slipped onto the stool next to me and we smiled at each other. There was a long moment when we didn’t need to talk. Images and ideas that we’d discussed electronically flashed through my mind quickly, and now I felt like a giddy teenager again. I asked her if she’d like a drink, and went to the bar, ordering for us both. This gave her time to look me over, and me time to slow my hearbeat down and get back to earth. I returned with the drinks and sat down. Linda was nervous too, and I recognized it from my own first-hand experience. We began talking, get- ting to know each other. The more we talked, the more I liked her. I began relaxing, enjoying her company, smiling and laughing at some of the things we had in common. It might have seemed to her that I avoided looking at her, and I did to some degree. I kept getting lost in her eyes and wanting to hold her.
We moved into the dining area, being seated in a booth. After all day in the sun doing volunteer work for a charity event, I was ready for some good Italian pasta. We talked more, and the more we talked the more I knew that there was something else passing between us. I kept looking at her eyes, and her smile, having to mentally force myself to listen and not get lost in those sparkling green eyes.
We finished dinner, still talking about life in general, and things that pleased us, places we’d been or remembered, and trips we’d taken. We were both relaxing, but there was still that pulse-quickening tension between us. The waitress brought the check, and Linda offered to split it with me. “No, I’ll get it. And there’s no commitment involved, remember?” I said. It was the least I could do to repay her for her company.
“Shall we continue this someplace a little more private?” I asked. This was the critical juncture, and I took the risks. I let her know that I was not going to get cold-feet, and now it was up to her. Linda smiled and nodded slightly. “Sure, I’d love to.” she said, her eyes flashing. We left, driving the few blocks back to my hotel. The night had turned a bit blustery, a cool, gusty wind kicking up.
We rode the elevator to the second floor, too short of a trip to have any imaginative fun. I’m unsure of who was more nervous. I unlocked the door and entered, snapping on the lights and holding the door for her. Linda wanted to call Randy, her husband, and let him know that things were going well. I tried to be discreet, but in a hotel room there isn’t much one can do, and I thought waiting in the bathroom would be too strange. Linda sat on the bed next to the phone, and I caught a glimpse of the lacy tops to her dark stockings under her skirt. I passed over the idea of teasing her while she was on the phone. When she finished, we spent a few more tension filled moments talking before I took her hands and helped her stand. She stood in front of me, close, her green eyes looking into mine intently. I bent down to her, our lips met, and it felt as though we would melt into each other’s mouths.
The intensity of that kiss ignited fires within me, and I wanted more. My hands pulled her closer, her breasts warm against my chest. I wanted to hold her close, kiss her until Armageddon. We must have kissed for nearly a full minute.
“I take it you’re not disappointed?” “Oh, no! Not at all!” And our lips met again. Each kiss became a lifetime of its own, a library of passion condensed into moments. Our hands explored, touched, caressed each other. My hands slipped under her top, finding a soft, silky material concealed underneath. I made a pleased sound, still kissing her, and felt her press against me more. Her top slipped over her head moments later, revealing her sexy corslet (at least I think that’s what they’re called. Like a bodysuit but it looks like a corset). I loved it of course, as it told me that she was looking forward to an intimate night when she got dressed.
I ran my hands over her skin, touching her everywhere I could. We kissed more and more, our fires ignited, flaring up with each new touch or caress. I bent further down and mouthed one of her breasts through the sheer material, making her hiss softly. How long had it been since we’d started? Four, five months of teasing? Our extended mental foreplay now came back, and we were enjoying the emotions welling up, threatening to carry us away. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her nipple, and began to lick and suck her lovely nip into hardness. Linda’s hands slid through my hair, pulling me to her chest, her body writhing as I licked her.
I knew then that we couldn’t stop, not even if we wanted to. Only the hotel burning down would stop us, and even then I wasn’t too sure. Linda’s skirt fell to the floor, revealing a g-string that matched her corslet, and I knelt, kissing her thighs and her mons. I was in heaven. Her legs are soft, sensual, and I could tell that each touch was making her tingle all over.
I stood up again, kissing her passionately, pulling her against me and cupping her ass. I couldn’t wait to spread her legs and lick her into a frenzy. Now it was Linda’s turn, and she began unsnapping the western- style shirt that I wore. Her hands went quickly to my belt, and my jeans slid down, revealing a pair of concealing boxer shorts (although they weren’t concealing very well right then!). I kicked off my boots, and Linda’s hand found it’s way through my shorts, her hand wrapping around me as she kissed me with a soul-melting fire.
Linda knelt to help me out of my jeans, and shorts. She leaned forward once my shorts were off, and began sucking the head of my cock lightly. I gasped as she moved down, and again as she flicked her tongue underneath on her way up. I removed my shirt, tossing it aside, watching her suck me with a lovely enthusiasm. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, this time the bare skin of our bodies creating a bonfire of passion.
I laid her on the bed, and knelt on the floor. I kissed and licked her thighs, moving ever closer to her barely covered pussy. The g-string concealed little, just enough to entice me closer. I worked my way up her legs, until my lips nibbled at the side of her pussy. Linda writhed and moved with sensual grace on the bed, telling me over and over how good it felt.
My fingers moved the g-string aside, exposing her shaved pussy and the small patch of soft hair just above her clit. I smiled, knowing that Linda had shaved herself earlier, just for me. My tongue snaked out and touched her, just below her clit, then I let it rise, flicking lightly over her button.
“Ooohh!” Linda sighed, arching her hips upwards. “Ooh GOD! You do that so well!”
I smiled, thinking I’d hardly started. Her flattery worked though, making me feel good, and urging me on. I found myself enjoying everything about eating her pussy. From the soft sighs escaping from her lips to the succulent warmth of her legs against my ears. I licked and teased, probed with my tongue, working it deeper inside her, then quickly changing to lick her clit.
Her first orgasm caught me by surprise. Quite often I can tell when a woman is close by the way their hips move. But Linda is different. Each time she came, it was like a wave washed over her from out of nowhere, making her gasp and thrust her pussy towards me, then withdraw. But not for long, as either my tongue chased after her, or she returned for more. And I loved each moment, each undulation of her body, each sigh, each facial expression.
I finally got on the bed and our lips met again. Linda had ignited my “other side”, the side that wants to give and give until the passions overwhelm us both. We rolled over, with her on top, and I sucked her sensitive nipples. Linda’s nipples are long and sexy, and when hard they stand up over a half-inch. My tongue flicked each one inside my mouth, and my lips tugged and pulled on them. The effect was beautiful, with Linda gasping and enjoying every moment. My hands caressed her thighs, cupped her ass, teasing her all over.
“Oh! God! Oh, I want you inside me!” she whispered passionately in my ear. Her hips found my cock, pushing it upright against her vulva as she rocked back and forth. The soft, sensual texture of her skin, the warm wetness that moistened my shaft roused part of the animal in me, and I wanted to stuff myself deep inside of her right then.
Alas, more practial matters needed to be considered, and we restrained ourselves, waiting, putting off that moment we both knew would come, letting the fires build more and more. Instead Linda took her turn licking and sucking. I must admit, I’ve always been a bit difficult to bring off orally, but Linda’s playfulness, her teasing and enthusiasm got me very close twice. Each time, Linda changed her movements. Each time my eyes rolled back and I enjoyed the wonderous feelings. Her tongue explor- ed the sensitive area under my balls. She flicked her tongue over the hard ridge on the underside, teased the head with her warm, darting tongue. Linda even sucked on my balls, running her tongue over them while they were cradled in her warm mouth. When she did that, then sucked me again, I could feel the urge building.
Linda then did something few women have done to me and too few times. I felt her lips moving down, down, all the way until her nose touched my skin. I looked, and in the dimness of the room, I could see that Linda had all of my cock deep in her mouth. The feeling was exquisite. I was totally breathless. She slowly ascended, my throbbing cock aching for just that unique, special touch that would send my sperm shooting into her mouth. But Linda had found a new toy, and she eagerly took me all the way again, bouncing up and down at the bottom of my cock.
I couldn’t stand just laying there anymore, and begged her to move over me, so I could suck that sweet, sensitive pussy again. Linda did move, straddling over me in a warm, blissful 69 position. I let my hands slide over her back, over her ass to spread her open. I raised up, her moist fragrance filling my head, I began eating her pussy like I’d been denied it for too long.
There we were, two very oral, very giving people, locked in a long, sensual, erotic sixty-nine. Linda sucked my cock, I sucked her pussy. No, perhaps it would be better to say we gobbled each other up. I, for one, wanted to shove my tongue inside her and feel her cum and cum, feel her pussy clamping down on my probing tongue, feel her shake and quiver on top of me.
My mind blanked. I don’t know how long we remained like that. I don’t even know if Linda climaxed more than once. Her warm, soft, sensual skin in my hands, my lips, against my face, all combined to float me on a dreamy cloud of pleasure. I do know I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to remain there, tasting her, licking her, feeling her writhe on top of me, feel her mouth on me. Timelessness. After a long while, we paused and I reminded Linda of a fantasy that I’d written, about us in the shower. Her smile told me that she wanted to experience that and we entered the bathroom, touching kissing and eager for more of each other.
In the shower, soap made her skin silky and slippery. We kissed and touched each other, enjoying the warm water and the warmer fires that water alone could not quench. I sat on the floor of the tub-style hotel shower, letting Linda straddle me and using my hands for added support. With her sexy snatch just above me, she squatted down, my tongue flicking and sliding between her legs. I could watch her face, even though water splashed into my face and ran down her thighs, I could see her pleasure reflected in her expressions. I wanted to gobble her up, eat her until she couldn’t stand up, then do it some more. After a few minutes, Linda came, her hand gripping my hair as she cried out softly.
I stood up, holding her and letting my hands caress her along with the warm water. Our lips met, and we held each other. I washed her hair for her, something I like to do, and then Linda returned the pleasure, sucking me while sitting on the floor. It was as if I were in paradise, and it didn’t seem to end. I didn’t let Linda suck me off, rather I wanted to save that a little longer, so that we’d both cum close together. We left the shower, drying off and returning to the bed. If, dear reader, you get the idea that this was more than a hot roll in the hay, you’d be right. What made this so special was that we already had a history behind us. Our messages and heated fantasies, exchanged over three or four months, had brought us close together, built up that electricity. Meeting her was like meeting a good friend for the first time in years, yet it also was like a first-date in high school, where you’re both nervous. And during dinner, we found that we really LIKED each other. That, to me, made this a very special night. We stopped, taking a break, to cuddle and hold each other. Holding Linda made me feel warm and satisfied, even though I hadn’t yet come. I could tell that she was enjoying the things I did, the way I touched her, and that was what was important. And we kissed. And kissed. My hands caressed her face, her light green eyes sparkling, even in the darkness.
Beside the bed was a heap of clothes, and I was in no hurry to see them used again. My hands had to touch her, anywhere, everywhere. Linda was sexy beyond my dreams, and she radiated an aura that captivated me.
Once we’d regained a little of our composure we moved into the ultimate intimacy. Linda lay on her back, her legs against my sides. Slowly, gently, I entered her, the rapture of it making us both gasp with pleasure. Our loins met, and somehow we both wanted more. I wanted to be deeper, closer to her, and Linda arched up, her legs pulling me tighter. I slid my hands under her arms, leaning down and kissing her with joyful passion and pleasure. It felt to me as if we both wanted to cry out our passions at the top of our lungs.
Again, timelessness. Time didn’t matter. It ceased to exist. We were joined. Oneness. As we moved, I watched Linda’s face, her expressions arousing me and pleasing me at the same time. I slowed and stopped, deep inside her, then flexed my cock as hard as I could. Linda’s eyes opened, and her gazed locked on mine. Her eyes seemed to flare and shine, then I flexed again. Linda squeezed back, and we began moving again, our bodies united, rocking to a primal beat.
We changed positions, several times. Time mattered not at all now, and the thought hung in my mind that we could well go through every position in the Kama Sutra before the night was out. From missionary to female superior to doggy style, we change positions as someone’s limbs gave out. I was beyond my own primal urges — watching Linda ride me or writhe under me, cumming and cumming was as pleasurable as cumming myself. I let myself get lost in her slippery, sensual pussy, feeling her spasm around my cock. We moved into a scissor position, with me straddling one of her legs, holding the other high as I thrust in and out.
Linda was enjoying it too. Every so often, as she came, she would begin to cry out, cutting them off because of our being in a hotel. Each of her cries brought my cock to full hardness, and fanned a burning urge. Even though we sometimes laughed briefly at her outbursts, it was getting to me. Had this been a Twilight Zone episode and we’d discovered ourselves being watched by curious aliens I wouldn’t have minded. As long as we were together, able to touch and hold each other…that was all that I needed.
As if the 12 Gods were looking down on us, the sky lit with a flash of lightning, surprising us both. Rain began shortly afterwards, with several more lightning bolts adding to our already passionate evening. It was as if we were being given applause by nature herself, a dramatic addition to our passions. Our movements intensified, thrusting hard against each other, then slowed, becoming gentle, enjoying all of the sensations, savoring each one.
Somewhen we parted, and I began to lick her thighs, her ass, suck on her nipples, kiss her all over. I couldn’t get enough of Linda, her sensual curves, the sound of her sighs, the warmth of her skin, the warmth of her caress. I moved up and slid my cock between her succulent breasts, her hands pushing them together, my fingers rolling and tugging on her nipples for her. Linda was enjoying the feeling of my hot-blooded shaft pressed tightly to her chest, licking the head as I thrust forward. When she looked up at me, a wry smile came over my face.
Something I’d written about once came to mind, and I moved down so my balls were over her mons. I began pumping my cock with my fist, letting my balls bounce and sway, brushing against her mons, sometimes flopping against her pussy and sending deep vibrations to her clit. The look on her face was one of enjoyment, sexy appreciation. Using one hand to pump the other played with her nipples, teasing them.
I began to fantasize, telling Linda to imagine herself being eaten, on the floor of a college locker room, a sexy young woman sucking her clit while I straddled her. Linda’s eyes closed tight, her hips rose slightly, my balls slapping her mons.
“Think of that Asian-Pacific woman you told me about.” I whispered. “Her ass in the air, her tongue deep inside you, wriggling, her lips sucking you, all of us naked on the floor, and you’re cumming in her mouth, just as I’m about to cum in yours.”
Linda’s head moved from side to side, her hips rocking, hands squeezing her breasts. I could feel my own welling orgasm, and I knew that I would be cumming very soon.
“Ohh, cum in my mouth.” Linda said softly. “You can do it. Let me taste you.”
My hand moved up and down with blazing speed, my stomach tightening, and my legs getting stiff. Awkwardly I moved up.
“I’m…gonna..cum…in your…mouth…NOW!” I cried. Linda grabbed my cock, raising her head, her lips sucking me as I began to spurt. The universe shrank, fading away. The sensation of being pulled through a black hole coursed through my body, and slowly, very slowly, I began to sense reality again. Linda was gently sucking and licking my cock, my trembling body, breathless, hovered over her. Her hands caressed me, and my cock slipped from her lips. I had some trouble getting my toes to uncurl.
I moved down, on all fours over her, and kissed her, thanking her for that wonderful orgasm. Thanking her for being such a beautifully sensual lover, for being her!
Grayness, darkness, weary, sleepy. I don’t recall after that too much, save for holding her, teasing a nipple here, kissing her there. I floated on that soft, hazy afterglow, where nothing is as important as being close. It was somewhere around one in the morning, perhaps two, I don’t recall, when we paused. Something like four or five hours of pure joy had passed between us, and it wasn’t enough to sate my appetite for her. Sleep overtook us, arms and legs wrapped around each other. The next morning we knew that we must part. This was a difficult time, as neither of us wanted it to end abruptly. The morning was filled with soft, sensual touches, and my tongue finding her just as sensitive, just as inviting as the night before. We both knew that we must part, yet the urge for one more touch, one more kiss, one more… well, we finally held each other, close, before dressing to leave.
Linda called her husband while I checked out, letting him know that she was on her way home, on her way back to the love of her life. We walked out into the rain freshened parking lot, and said our goodbyes. I will always remember that. The rain-freshened air, a slight breeze, the sun chasing the morning chill away, and the warmth of Linda’s kiss, and her beautiful green eyes. I watched her drive off, already thinking of the next time….
So, what do you think ?