Seattle is at its most beautiful during the holidays. Downtown shimmers with lights and happy crowds move along the sidewalks. The temperature is just cool enough to dress for the season. Light showers leave the streets with a magical sheen. It's the best time of year to get laid.
My old friend Jon is an author and was in town for a weekend book signing. He's not to be confused with my ex-husband of the same name. Hey, I knew a man who collected Lindas. I was one of about a dozen that man had bedded: Linda Sues, Linda Annes, Linda Maries, Linda Kays and a Linda Christine!
This Jon knows me so well, knows my body and appetites. We had a drink at his hotel and walked around the city for awhile, but we soon ended up in his room. He covered me with lingering kisses as he removed my top and bra, my skirt and stockings, my panties. I wanted to get down and worship his penis, but he was having none of that yet. "I need to taste that glorious pussy," he said, laying me out on the bed.
Jon is the best cunnilinguist I have ever encountered, women included. He's also very into my legs. So he began with my toes and worked his way up each leg, kissing, licking, sucking, gentle nibbles. His beard and mouth just brushed against my clit, and he lingered taking in my scent like a fine wine, before he dropped down to start on the other leg. I was already moaning and quivering, on the edge of orgasm.
I felt his tongue ever so lightly on my full labia, running around my lips, then gently tongue-fucking me, then licking my perineum. He knew how close I was, so he only gradually and very lightly started moving his tongue in circles around my clit. He played me on and on, but I soon had a violent orgasm.
By this time I had to have his cock inside me, so I pulled his shoulders and he knew what to do. I felt him slip inside me, gasped, and raised my knees, wrapping my legs around him just the way he loves it. He has this amazing way of riding me missionary style, so soon I was coming again, using my legs to pull him deeper inside me. I oscillated my pelvis, fucking him back, feeling his hot breath on my neck, his balls pounding against my cheeks. Then I heard him cry out and come inside me.
We held each other a long time in the darkened room, looking out at the city, shared a smoke and soon started again. It was the best Christmas present.
11 comments:
Another delicious post! You sure can choose the right words to conjure up a magical image ...
I like the sound and would probably like the feel of this Jon character. Does he give lessons?
I'm really falling in love with you!
Linda Sue,
You express to lyrically what many women enjoy or long for, and would never tell...
I don't get to live in a cool city. I am in a dreary suburb where everything looks alike. My husband lost interest in sex years ago, and just watches NASCAR and crap.
But twice a year, I can get together with an old lover, now married, too, and he makes me feel like a goddess!
It's really cool how you make missionary seem so sexy I love it to with my gf.
My GF and I refer to seeing an old lover as putting on an old pair of jeans. they are comfy fit well and we want to wear them as often and as long as we can. And sometimes they are even more comfortable when they are a little grungy, they are good to us...forgiving and always there when we need a little comfort.
a great post.
Nice... :)
Thanks again for the great post on my blog! Really stirred up the old imagination again ...
Lovely story, Linda Sue, and yes, Seattle is lovely this time of year.
Happy holidays,
figleaf
So, are these lovers into the photographic equipment, or is this part of the surveillance footage you take while investigating threats?
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