“Take your time, Honey. Go as slow as you like. We should enjoy this as long as possible.”
Linda moaned her agreement, and she thrust her breasts out as she pushed down hard. I held them in my palms, thumbing her nipples to send little extra jolts into her body. She tickled my neck with her nails and I thrust upwards for her. We kept going for a while, more than 20 minutes, before I turned her over and took control. Pushing slow, then quicker, but not fast enough to lose control of my body. We shared kisses, we shared long and loving stares. Every feeling was being shared, at 2 in the morning. I loved Linda more than ever. When we finally brought each other off, we clung to each other like we were stranded on a deserted island, and it was just where we wanted to be.
We stayed together like that for a while, until almost 3, not saying much of anything. After we used the bathroom, we had to get some sleep. The next day was another day, the last day we’d have to spend the entire day alone together. We slept like spoons in a drawer, Linda holding me from behind. She made me feel safe and loved, and I was going to miss her like mad. My heart was already aching.
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Saturday we were determined to only do fun things. After we made love and showered, we made breakfast together (including bacon, so we had to wear clothes), went to the Mall at Roosevelt Field, where Linda insisted that I give her an hour by herself. So while I checked out a music store, she shopped for ‘us’ at Victoria’s Secret. I looked at the pink and white bag in her hand and raised my eyebrow at her. “Don’t think about that for now. It’s for later, when we’re all alone.” She brushed my lips with hers and I got a tingle into my toes. I knew enough to know there were a lot of possibilities in that bag.
We played miniature golf, which was a lot of fun on our own. A lot of laughter and a lot of kisses when the balls went in the cups. We stopped for a couple of drinks at an outdoor cafe and watched the sun starting to get lower in the sky, changing the tint from yellow to orange. Of all the things we talked about, we deliberately avoided the 600lb gorilla in the room. That conversation would come on Sunday.
We went for a fairly early dinner at a favorite of Linda’s, a nice French bistro, even though we were dressed kind of casually. We held hands just about every minute until our food arrived, the picture of a couple in love. I even fantasized about asking her to marry me, but it was just a dream.
When we got back to Linda’s, we cuddled on the couch for a while as we let our dinner digest a bit. Instead of tv, we were listening to music, Simon and Garfunkel, which we both loved, and we sang along to the songs in soft voices. Linda was leaning back against me as we sat sort of sideways on the couch. My arms were around her waist and I kept kissing the back of her head and neck. She sighed, a sound of deep contentment, and she turned her head to meet my lips with hers. “You’re so warm and loving, Baby. It has to be something that just comes from inside you. I’m sure your parents had something to do with it, but most of it is just you. You’re the most affectionate man I’ve ever met, and I love you very much.”
My heart was beating hard, from love, lust and from the inevitable pain that was heading our way. But that was tomorrow’s problem. Tonight was for loving each other. “You inspire me, Honey. Every time I look at you, or even just think about you, this rush of love bubbles up inside me, and I just want to share everything in my heart.” We kissed again, and again. And again. But before we got too far along, Linda pushed herself up off the couch. “I have something very special to change into. In that pink and white bag, remember? I think you’re going to like it a lot” she said with a very teasing smile.
“If you think so, Honey. I’m very happy with you just as you are. But if you went to the trouble…” I gave her my own suggestive look. I had a feeling this was going to be lots of fun.
“Go use the other bathroom if you need. I’ll come back out when I’m ready, probably about 20 minutes or so. Try to be patient, Baby. I want to do things that we’ll both always remember.” She blew me a kiss, then disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I changed the music to a Sam Cooke album, someone I was a big fan of thanks to my parents, then I cleaned up a bit in the bathroom. I got us a couple of glasses of ice water, and I settled in to wait for my sweet, sexy Linda and whatever she had in mind.
I was singing along to Bring it on Home to Me when Linda stepped into the room, and I nearly spilled my drink when took the sight of her in. She was wearing all white, all lace, a garter belt and stockings (with lace inlaid in the length of the legs), lace bralette and small bikini panties. White leather pump shoes. Red lipstick and lightly rouged cheeks. The effect was just stunning.
“Honey, you look incredible. Beyond. I’m just blown away, looking at you. But I love you all dressed up or with nothing at all. You’re just as beautiful no matter what.”
She stood there, crossing her legs, magnifying the effect. “I love you too, Baby. I’m glad I don’t need to do this to get your attention and affections. But I enjoy dressing it up sometimes, the naughty girly girl. And it’s great to be appreciated by the most wonderful man I ever met.” I started to get up to go to her, but Linda said “No, Baby. Stay there. Just get out of your clothes and stay stretched out on the couch.” She walked over to a chair about 8 feet away, and I got a great view of her ass, covered in lace, as she sauntered over to it, then she sat down, facing me. Her legs were apart, showing of the crotch of her underwear, the shaped calves and the tanned thighs over the top of the stockings. Goddam, I was on fire for her.
I got up and shucked my clothes, everything, and my cock was sticking straight out from my groin, with just that natural slight up curve. Then I got back down on the couch, laying down with one foot on the floor so Linda could see all of me. I could tell what she wanted to do. What she wanted ME to do as well. I had my cock in my right hand, stroking myself very slowly, without much pressure. I’d never jerked off in front of anyone before, and the idea of it had my body burning. “Is this what you want, Honey? You want to watch me stroke my cock for you?”
“Yessss” she hissed as she lifted her knees over the arms of her chair, showing me her hot cunt, barely covered by the patch of white lace. “I want to watch you, and I want you to watch me. My pussy is soaked, Baby. Can you smell it from over there?”
In fact, I could. She was fragrant; her pussy had to be freely flowing if I could get such a strong sense of her from that distance. “I can, Honey. And you smell amazing. So feminine. There’s nothing like it in the world. My girlfriends hot cunt.” I used that word to see if it would shock her. But not a chance.
“You’re such a dirty man! You love that scent, the scent of my cunt when it’s all swollen and oozing. So desperate for you. That big dick in your hand really gets me going, Baby. Stroke it a little faster for me.” Linda pulled her panties to the side, showing me the droplets of her nectar clinging to her pubes and her lips. A little was dripping down the crease to her ass.
“And you’re a kinky, wicked woman. Opening your pussy like that for me to see. Knowing how fucking hard you’re making my cock. Look at this, Honey.” I squeezed just behind the head of my cock and a large bead of almost clear fluid came out, covering the small slit of my dick. It was roundish and hung there for a minute while I held myself very still. Linda moaned and licked her lips, deliberately so I would see her.
“You have the best tasting cum, Baby. When you do cum, I want you to get up and come here and shoot all over my tits and face. Make sure I get some of it on my lips. But not yet. Keep jerking that big dick for me!” Her face was flush and covered with lust. And I’m sure my face was much the same, hungry for Linda’s creamy juices.
We got silent for a few minutes while we just watched each other. Linda was rubbing her fingers all around her lips, and then she inserted two fingers into her grasping cunt while a third finger wormed into her magnificent ass, filling both holes. Her legs were now up in the air, so her pussy and ass were stretched open for me, and I could see everything. I wanted Linda desperately, but I wanted to play by the ‘rules’ of her game.
I shifted around a little so my legs were wider and Linda could easily see everything, my cock, my thighs and my big, heavy balls. I even lifted my legs a little so she could see my ass with some hairs clinging around my asshole. Linda then pushed her fingers in deeper, then added a third into her pussy and I thought I’d lose my mind.
I was pumping harder, bringing up more precum which I massaged into the length of my cock. With my left hand I took turns, sometimes holding and caressing my balls and sometimes pinching my nipples. Linda gasped as she pulled on her nipples, much more sensitive for her than mine were for me. “Oh, God, you dirty fucking man! Jerk it harder! I’m going to cum! Pound your dick with your hand. And bring it here if you cum!”
She was fingering herself with almost blinding speed and her pussy was making squishing and slapping sounds as her fingers flew in and out of her body. Her legs got stiff, straight up in the air, her body trembled all over, and I could see the incredible orgasm overtake her body and mind. That did it for me; I hurriedly moved across the room to her side and I got to her just in time to spray thick ropes of cum on her tits (now pulled out from the cups of her lace bra) and face, maybe as much as I’ve ever cum in my life. That brought her off again and Linda became a quivering mass of sexy female flesh. My own body jerked with my spurts as I cried out in the most powerful orgasm I could remember. I quickly sat down on the carpet at her feet, like her happy little personal sex slave.