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At some time in the future Linda Greer would enjoy recalling the unexpected way she was feeling on that day, not to mention the eventual outcome. Although having, what she considered to be, a normal healthy attitude to sex, she had never found the need to chase after it. There had been occasions when she could go months without it. Although such times were never desirable, she could always bury herself in her writing to help any needs to pass. Since losing her virginity in a forgettable manner, when she was eighteen, she had been involved in a few short-term affairs, some of them quite pleasant, many leaving her thinking that sex could be a very overrated pastime.

Why, at age thirty five, she had chosen to marry Herbert Linkler, twenty years her senior, she would never know. Not true, of course, she did know. He was an extremely handsome man, distinguished, with abundant charm, a pleasing manner, and a ready wit. The fact that he was a fabulously wealthy entrepreneur, she only learned after she had agreed to marry him. What she learned after they were married and then, his shock admission, which she might have guessed, led to their early divorce agreement, in which Linda got to keep this large house set in two acres of grounds.

 So it was, on this particular day, that Linda stepped out onto the wide patio at the rear of the house, and stood viewing the extensive sunlit lawn and the shaded tree area almost three hundred metres away. She had spent the morning writing in her studio upstairs, trying to shed the strange sensations that had made her skin tingle when she had taken her shower that morning.

The thrill caused by rubbing her soaped hands over her breasts and belly had astonished her. This was something she did every day but it had never produced this near-elation. She had to use a sponge to wash between her thighs as she feared what affect her own fingers would have sliding over her vulva.  

By now, she had passed it off as some kind of spasm, but the eroticism of the moment stuck in her mind. Her Shih Tzu, Pipsi, came snuffling alongside her, looking, wide eyed up at her, hoping there might be a treat in store. Linda bent and scratched Pipsi behind the ears causing her tail to wag. “My sole companion, aren’t you, Pipsi?” she said gently. “Come on, we’ve some gardening to do.”

There was a regular old gardener who came along fortnightly to tend to most of the bigger jobs, but Linda had noticed some weeds among the geranium patch near the front gate, and had armed herself with a trowel, a kneeler and a light bucket to hold any weeds. Normally for a task like this she might have worn a shirt and jeans, but the day being so pleasantly warm she wore only her button-up pale blue summer dress over a thin pair of panties. No bra, Linda’s breasts were firm enough, and being proud of that, she rarely wore one.

Pipsi raced ahead of her, sniffing eagerly along the wall that separated the adjacent properties. A wall so high that Laura hardly knew the people in that property. All these mansion style residences were spaced along one side of the lane, and across from her garden a low hedge bordered open fields. The garden was shut off from the lane by a high, barred metal fence, with the bars spaced just close enough to ensure Pipsi could not squeeze out.

The geraniums were flowering a gorgeous red right up to the fence. Laura knelt and began trowelling out offending dandelions and chickweed. She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, finding that gloves made gripping firmer weeds difficult. Reaching out further for one obstinate dandelion she became of aware of Pipsi whining. It was a whine than seemed to be echoed. Looking up she saw Pipsi, tail wagging furiously, pressing her nose to the bars of the fence, beyond which a small brown terrier with equal eagerness was nuzzling at her. Both tongues licked hungrily.

It was at that point that the man appeared, his voice raised, “Max, come away.” He stopped when he saw Laura’s crouched figure, and as he gazed at her, he muttered, “Oh, sorry.”

As soon as she saw him, Laura became very aware that the already loosened top of her dress was, given the position she was in, drooping to reveal more than a generous amount of cleavage. This was a total stranger who was staring down at her exposed flesh.

Yet, here and now, she couldn’t care less where this stranger’s eyes rested on her body. As she tried to clamber to her feet, she knew, somewhere deep down inside her, that her earlier unexpected tactile urges had been leading to this moment, this encounter.

Getting to her feet, her eyes were extolling how darkly handsome he was. Linda stood, momentarily speechless, dusting soil from her hands, longing to straighten her shoulder length hair. The stranger was more than six feet, broad chested, and dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, which revealed muscular arms. She couldn’t help noticing that his shirt was almost an identical colour to her own dress.

“Hot day for gardening,” he said in a deep brown voice, with a warm smile that set her blood racing. God, Linda Greer, what’s wrong with you? She was trying to find relevant words, when words were usually the tools of her trade.

“Too hot,” she said meekly, knowing that she wasn’t talking about the weather. The moistening between her thighs told her that. Hell, that shouldn’t be happening so readily.

Almost desperately, she saw him smile again as he said, “I’ll get you a good lawyer.”

Uncertain, she said, “Pardon me?”

A wider brighter smile lit his face as he explained, “Behind those bars you could be a prisoner. See, Max is trying to get your dog to escape.” Laura looked and saw that Pipsi had moved further along the fence and the terrier, called Max was keeping pace with her, as they continued licking through the bars.

Shocked at herself, but knowing exactly where she was leading this, Laura said, “Pipsi’s a bitch, but she’s been spayed.”

That leg weakening smile again, as he said, “Yes, I had Max done when he was six months old.” He laughed, and she was sure his eyes swept over her body as he added, “We humans can be so cruel.”

Every fibre of her body yearned for her next move, while in the back of her mind a voice screamed, ‘You never open up to a total stranger!’ But, her pulse racing, she went ahead and said it, “Would you mind him coming in so that they can play together?” He must know this had to include him.

That laugh again, as his brown eyes held hers, “If it’s no trouble. Keeps them from being frustrated.”

Trying to control her breathing, Linda said, “Bring him to the gate. I’ll open it slightly so you can pop him through or Pipsi might try to get out to him.” He nodded and moved to grab his dog by the collar. Linda went to the metal pillar where the power feed for the gate was. She gave a single push and Max was guided in, and instantly the two animals were licking and circling at each other, ending up with front paws against each other.

“Looks like a dance,” the man said, as Linda, still questioning this action in one part of her mind, pressed the gate switch further, allowing him to slip through.

That devastating smile again as he said, “Thanks for this.” Then he held out a hand, and said, “I’m Brad.”

She looked at the broad hand he offered, and held up her own soiled hands apologetically. “Oh, I don’t mind a bit of dirt,” he told her, and Linda wondered if that was a deliberate double entendre, or was that all in her mind, while she rubbed her right hand furiously against the skirt of her dress, vaguely aware that her vigour had popped the lower button.  

Tentatively, she held out the scrubbed hand as she gave him her name. The grip of his hand on hers was strong, yet strangely gentle. Almost like a warm caress, she told herself, as the connection sent tingles up her arm, and down through her body. What would that hand feel like on her breast? How was she going to handle this? Her weak-willed body had been telling her exactly what she wanted, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

In the meantime, the two dogs had chased each other away along the side of the house. “They seem to get on well,” Brad said.

“And there’s no way to get out--” Not for you, anyway, her naughty inner voice said. “We’ll take their route to the back patio. There’s shade there.”

They started walking, side by side, along the gravel path, and Brad told her, “I only walk Max along this lane so I can admire these very fine houses. Have you lived here long?”

Very aware that their bare arms were almost touching, Laura wondered how cautious she needed to be with her answers. The first one would be the easiest, “Nearly two years.”

“Mm, not long. Your husband in business?”

Even though she knew a quiet lie was the wisest policy, she found herself admitting, “We were divorced over a year and a half ago.”

She glanced at him to define his reaction, and his eyes widened, before he said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It was for the best.”

“And this magnificent house?”

“Part of my settlement.”

“But the upkeep?”

“I have my own income. I write.”

“Journalist?”

“Books.”

“Might I have read anything you’ve done.”

“Not unless you’re into cookery or romance.”

He laughed as he said, “Neither of them could be classed as my best subjects.”

Linda was pleased that she could laugh with him on that one. “You’re not married?” A necessary question, she felt.

When he didn’t respond immediately she glanced at him. He had half turned his face away as he mumbled, “My wife died two years ago.”

Linda was shocked by this news and she quickly apologised. His brown eyes rested on her face, and he said gruffly, “You get used to being alone.” And then quickly followed up with the question she had dreaded, “Surely you aren’t in this large house on your own?”

Here was a stranger, one that she was now hoping to get to know an awful lot better, but to admit to living alone? Was that prudent? “I can keep myself busy, And the house has a million security devices that my ex installed.” To change the subject, she asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m in plumbing. I have---” He was stopped as they reached the rear corner where he would see the wide lawn and the trees beyond. He uttered a hearty “Wow!” when he viewed it all. The two dogs were dashing madly about, occasionally disappearing into the distant trees. “I’m so grateful for giving Max this opportunity to enjoy a scamper around.”

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. She then quickly took a couple of scones from a container and cutting them in half liberally spread them with blackcurrant jam. From the fridge, she took what she called her ‘speciality’, 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. Also from the fridge she took a jug of her lemon drink. Then with brandy snaps and jammed scones on separate plates, she placed them on a tray alongside the jug and two glasses. At the door, she checked 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 picked up a scone, 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 the scone.

“That’s just great,” he mumbled over the mouthful.

 “You’ll even find the jam 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 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.

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.

“Flatterer,” he grunted.

“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 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.

They lay silently for what seemed a long while, and Linda wondered about the sense of comfort that was coming over her. Once again, she marvelled at how the day had developed, from lustful sensations, to an almost magical meeting with a complete stranger, who, in a very short space of time had met her wild, mad desires head-on.

From the joy of having him admire her nakedness, through this most recent succumbing to his subtle kissing and caressing, to his knowledge of exactly what would please her. Linda had to admit he was no longer a stranger. He was simply, Brad. And, judging by his heavy breathing, he had fallen asleep with his head on her breasts

But it wasn’t very long before she became very aware of a hard pressure against her hip. Surprised, she raised her head to see his eyes were open, and beyond, his stiffening cock pressed into her side.

“I thought you were asleep,” she said.

“No,” came his warm response and that smile, “I’ve been listening to your heartbeat. It’s been getting quicker.”

“Did hearing my heartbeat cause that?” she laughed, gesturing down his body.

Glancing down, Brad smiled and said, “Might be that. But I believe it was being pressed against such fantastic skin.”

Linda was already on the move as he paid her that extra compliment. Determined to show that it was her turn to repay debts, she forcefully eased Brad’s body back, finding delight in the puzzled expression on his face, as her lips touched his before moving on to his muscular chest, travelling south. Linda reached her hand further down to gently clasp his, near fully charged, cock-, lifting it to point at the ceiling, an item under close inspection.

Very quickly, Brad guessed her intention, and he placed a restraining hand on her head as he groaned, “No, Linda. It’s not clean.”

She pushed his hand away, and, with a little giggle, said, “It soon will be.”  With the words came the action, as, open mouthed, she pushed out her tongue and tickled it, from the black-haired base, to the shining purple tip. His moaning gasp encouraged her to make a return pass, only more of a definite lick than a tickle, and she rejoiced in sensing his hips twitch.

Yes, there was a lingering rancid salty taste, but it was bearable. She just hoped Brad would not now expect any expertise. Her husband had never had this gift from her, and only two of her previous lovers had known a tentative dry treat. Brad’s cock was already fully erect as her fingers pointed it high, and Linda, mouth wide, leaned over the shiny head, looking down at that little slit, from which he had already poured so much affection into her protected womb. What would it be like to take it down her throat into her stomach?

As she closed her lips around this lovely, loving rod, she became aware of Brad’s fingers moving swiftly up her inner thigh to stroll gently along her labia. Linda gasped around his cock as those fingers slid easily into her swampy pinkness. Almost immediately overcome by the shock of it, Linda pushed down and felt his cock head hit the back of her throat. That was good as she went to repeat the action, this time giving a more positive suck. That had Brad jerking but his fingers were starting to drive her wild, as he probed one deep into her cunny, before concentrating on her clit, rubbing and stroking with subtle intensity, leaving Linda wondering what he might hear from her heart if he listened now. It was banging against her ribs.

Linda, so overcome, by his actions, feeling that hot desire building inside her, guiltily realised that her mouth had stopped favouring his cock. But, it was then that Brad placed a hand on either side of her head, and, ignoring her protests, drew her face, away from his cock, and delivered a gentle kiss as he leaned over and whispered, “Your breathing gives you away, Linda. Sweet and loving though your mouth was down there, your needs, and mine, are still centred very much in our loins.”

Sensing the truth in what he was saying, Linda looked up into his face, so full of sincerity. Their lips came together in a kiss that started cool, but quickly gained a passionate momentum that had their tongues lunging at each other. Linda had both hands clutching his back. Brad had one hand on the back of her neck, while the other keenly fondled her breast. Involved in the thrall of it all, Linda became very aware of the solid hard length of his manhood pressing high, very high, against her inner thigh.

A jerk from Brad’s hips, had Linda breaking their kiss to cry out an ecstatic, “Yes!” as that glorious head that she had so recently licked, nudged past her unresisting wet entry, and continued up her willing channel, not forcefully yet with intoxicating purpose and fervour. Linda rejoiced in her cunny being completely filled by him, as he withdrew before plunging again, and her hands clutched at his buttocks, in an effort to absorb this glorious cock into her very being.

As Linda responded by pushing her hips up at him, they very quickly hit a rapturous rhythm. Up and back, then up, oh, so deep. Faster and faster they pounded at each other. Linda was telling herself that this was real fucking, and her insides were on fire. That was when she heard Brad’s loud groan, and Linda gave in to her needs, as she felt him begin to climax inside her. Her release was a match for his as they heaved and moaned their joint ecstasy. She felt Brad pump his last few drops into her, before he collapsed on her with a gasp, his breath warm on her neck.

As Brad rolled to one side, Linda tried to digest the myriad of strange thoughts that had stormed through her mind while Brad’s cock was thrilling her. There had been no shame in having this stranger fuck her. Truth was, nowhere, in what she saw now as her meagre experience, had she ever had such wild and sensuous pleasure in the arms of a man. If she had, she would never have allowed those empty and fallow periods last so long. In just a few hours, Brad had shown her what she had been missing.

Finding her breath, she told him that. Brad was immediately leaning over her, gently pressing closed, but warm, lips on hers. “Thank you for saying that,” he said huskily. “It fits so well with my own thoughts.”

“Which were?” Linda asked, aware that her heart was beating faster.

Those dark eyes caressed her face, as he said, “You have shown such trust in me, and shared your needs so avidly, needs so matching my own. Grieving had caused me to hide myself behind a locked door, but you have opened it. Now there’s a clear pathway ahead of me, out of the dullness.”

“I know now that I’ve needed a pathway.” Linda’s breath caught in her throat.

Brad lifted her so that she was pressed against his chest, “Want to share mine?”

Trying to withhold her yearning, she asked, “How long will this pathway be?”

“Interminable, I hope” Brad said quietly, bringing his lips close to hers.

Her heart near to bursting, Linda accepted, and their kiss was a seal on the journey they were about to take together.