Lyndi

[TheOlderGuy]

Addison Parch

I'd known Lyndi pretty much her whole life. Her dad was one of my best friends. He had been in San Francisco when she was born, but moved back to Port Johnson before she turned a year old, and I had watched this remarkable child grow and grow and grow. Now she was twenty two, her family had moved back west, and a few months ago she came to work for me at the Alternative Bookstore. I knew she'd be a good worker, though I had no idea just how passionate she was about books, and about alternative living.

Today, however, she seemed under the weather, and it wasn't long before I drew out of her that she had had a fight with her boyfriend, and that they had called it quits. Just as well. He wasn't a bad kid, he treated her well, and he wasn't a dimwit like most of the boys his age, but I knew that she could do far better.
Apparently she wasn't so sure of that. She had filled her normally fertile mind with tons of self-doubt.

"Oh, Addy, I dont know if I'll ever really be in love. Either the boys are just too boring, or they find me too weird. I never seem to find a happy medium."

"Honey, don't you dare compromise yourself to conform to these guys. You are way too good for any of the guys I've seen you with. Really, Lyndi, you can do much better."

"Well, you're just too kind. But, look at me! I'm a freak. I don't have anything exciting to offer a guy. It's really depressing."

I looked at her, long and hard, so hard that I started to become hard, cause she was just my cup of tea. But I knew what she meant. Her looks were not classic bombshell. Hers was a much more natural beauty, exactly what I wanted, but not so much what the shallow guys in her peer group craved. They wanted that Britney Bimbo look, and her look was much more Sarah Polley.

I stepped closer, taking her face in my hands and wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. She looked at me lovingly, the way she always had when I came to her rescue. And while I hadn't planned it this way, I spontaneously lifted her lips to my own and gave her a long deep passionate kiss that left her limp and perhaps in shock. I let go of her, and stared into her longing eyes.

"Sorry, Lyndi. I just wanted you to know that when you kiss someone, THAT's how it should feel. And I'm very clear that you are capable of such passion. And now you know it, too. It's the boys you've been hanging out with that are lacking, not you. Now, please, take the rest of the day off, and go out and enjoy yourself, and don't stop until you feel like that again."

 

[ohblueyedlady]

For all of my life Addison Parch had been a part of my family. I can still remember the hundreds of times he bounced me upon his knees and how I giggled and gasped in delight. He had always been at my beck and call and no matter what conversation took him away from me, he always returned when he heard my pleas while calling his name. That’s how it had been for all my life. He had always been there for me. Now, it seems that I am in need of him once again.

His voice was soothing yet he spoke with authority. Maybe that’s why I looked up to him in the way I did. In as much as his calming way lent itself to keeping one free from anxiety his eyes spoke of something different. They were the most gorgeous shade of green I’d ever seen. They spoke of nature and wonder and held you transfixed to him because he truly cared.

With my family moving once again, I decided to stay behind. Port Johnson held so many beautiful and wondrous memories for me that I could never leave my life here. My dad’s business was growing and a new office and a great opportunity had been presented to him. There was no way he could say no and I would never let him know just how upset I had been. This was something he had to take a chance on and I didn’t want to be in the way.

“Mr.Parch,” I had begun in my clearest business tone, “it seems to me you are in need of my services at your Bookstore.” I watched as he tried to keep a straight face while I presented my list of reasons why he should hire me. I don’t know why I struggled so but maybe I wanted to try this as “just another person”. I didn’t want to be little Lyndi Romano with the big blue eyes and the candy necklace. I wanted to be Ms. Lyndi Romano, the woman who had a love affair with books and all they had to offer those who opened their crisp, white pages. I wanted to be a business woman who would be able to run a shop whenever needed. I wanted him to see me as a grown-up now and not as the little child he watched grow.

All of this came back to me as his hands lifted my face to his in a most sensuous kiss and I became aware for the very first time what it meant to be a woman. His fingers were so gentle and they cradled my face as if I was a magnificent jewel.

“Oh, Addy, I…I…” was all that would escape my lips after he stepped away from our passionate embrace. In his eyes I could see the years of longing reaching out to me and pulling me deeper and deeper into his world.

What would he see in mine? Would he see the stirrings he created inside my body? I wonder…I wonder if he felt my heart beating wildly and my blood coursing through my veins?

Right now, I only remember how his lips felt and how they tasted so sweet.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

"Well, you should get yourself outta here before we end up in all sorts of trouble. I can close up. You should get yourself out circulating, and hey, don't pick up any losers." I smiled sweetly at her, trying to cover up my own disbelief that I had just kissed her like that. I sure wasn't ready for her to know that I had a woody for her. I turned and hurried into the stock room, pretending to look for something, anything, and holding a clipboard over my erection.

I thought about all the times we had spent together, how remarkably and consistantly wonderful those times had been, no matter what we were doing, and often we were trying to solve one problem or another. She had been an absolute angel when my wife had died, coming over after school each day and cooking me a yummy dinner, hanging around long enough to make sure I wasn't slipping into any deep funks, and then running home to take care of her own responsibilities.

And I had always tried to be there for her as well. I felt a little as if I had violated her trust with that kiss, and I hoped that she would forgive me, or maybe just forget that it had happened. But not I, I could not get it off my mind. My lips were still tingling, and if my memory of it wasn't fooling me entirely, she had been kissing me back for those few lovely moments.

OK, let me try to get my mind on something else. Oh, good, there's the shipment from Northeast needs to be unpacked. That'll take me a while. Just then I heard her voice beside me
"Addy?"

"Oh, Lyndi, I thought you had left. What's up, love?"

 

[ohblueyedlady]

While Addy walked toward the stock room I realized I had forgotten to tell him about the large shipment we had received earlier this afternoon. It could wait for a minute or two while I tried to compose myself. It was all I could do to remember to inhale and exhale. Good, I thought to myself, let’s try that again. That’s it, Lyndi, take another breath now.

I had always harbored a secret fantasy about Mr. Parch. Some nights my dreams became so real I could actually feel his warm breath gently caressing my skin as he placed wet, tender kisses along my neck. Of course, I had never spoken of these dreams to anyone, not even my best friend, Carla, who I had always shared everything with. I didn’t want her to know about this at all. Addy was my secret and I had always kept it hidden well until now.

“You should get yourself out circulating.” I heard him say as he smiled at me. What I saw in his eyes, though, made me want to cry. I could see us kissing through the view in his eyes, yet he was pushing me away.

I wanted to tell him there was no one else who could possibly compare to him but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was gaze upon his masculine sensuality as he walked away leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Grabbing my bag and a few of the new books I had ordered, I called out to Addy so he’d know I was on my way out. Realizing he hadn’t heard me when there was no reply, I quickly hurried to the back room. There he was bent over one of the boxes that had arrived. He seemed to be looking rather intently at something inside so I quietly inched my way closer to see what had drawn his attention not wanting to startle him. That’s when I noticed something that sent shivers throughout my body. Closing my eyes and tilting my face upward just a tiny bit, I slowly inhaled the scent of him.

No, Lyndi, stop it. This isn’t your dream right now. You’re wide awake, you’re in the real world.

I was jolted back to reality by the sound of his moving the box along the floor. Do something, Lyndi, say something before he turns around and sees you.

“Addy.” I whispered, my voice faltering.

Turning to look at me, I saw the startled expression upon his face.

“Oh, Lyndi, I thought you had left. What’s up, love?”

How I loved the sound of his voice, how it sent me on magical journeys. Love, he called me love.

“I’m so sorry, Addy. I didn’t mean to interrupt but I wanted to let you know I was leaving but then I realized I had forgotten to tell you the order arrived this afternoon. I can’t believe I did that. Hey, what’s inside the box, anything interesting?”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

“I’m so sorry, Addy. I didn’t mean to interrupt but I wanted to let you know I was leaving but then I realized I had forgotten to tell you the order arrived this afternoon. I can’t believe I did that. Hey, what’s inside the box, anything interesting?”

"Oh, Lyndi, look at these. I hope I didn't go over the edge with this. Some people can be so prudish and judgmental. But I think his work is beautiful, and innocent. Have you seen his stuff? It's David Hamilton -- he photographs young women, girls really, naked but in very natural, non-sexual contexts. They are sooooooo lovely, don't you think?"

I looked up to see her reaction, and it was hard to know. I wasn't sure she had even looked at the book, but she seemed to have a dazed look about her. God, how I loved her, how I wished I wasn't old enough to be her father, too old to ever be someone she looked at in that way. Her face was so close to mine I could smell her skin. I could make out every little detail, and I thought her to be a goddess. But she had a look I couldn't explain.

I reached out and held her face, "Lyndi, are you OK?"

 

[ohblueyedlady]

Cradled in his hands was a most beautiful, gold-edged book with a magnificent cover that reminded me of blue flowing silk. Addy was so excited by this wonderful photographer and the amazing, sensuous pictures he created. He had been waiting for this shipment to arrive for several weeks as we were one of the lucky book stores in this area to have it first.

As he moved this work of art closer to me so that I, too, could share in the delights he was savoring, I caught a glimpse of the cover picture. It held me spellbound, completely capturing my attention and desire to see more.

“May I, Addy?” I whispered breathlessly, reaching out to close the book and finally see what caught my interest.

“Oh….I…, it’s beautiful, just beautiful.” And, with that, my mouth opened slightly and my eyes gazed upon the most beautiful picture I had ever seen. There, before my eyes, were two beautiful women in a most seductive pose. Sitting upon a soft looking, velvet covered love chair they were sharing an exquisitely detailed intimate moment.

My eyes glazed over as my focus turned fuzzy while I silently floated away from this elegant sight. I could almost feel the soft hands of one of the women as she gently stroked her lover's back so tenderly. As she caressed that delicate area, her breasts were just touching her lover’s skin. Her nipple seemed to be lightly grazing it and as I became lost in my thoughts I wondered what it would feel like to have someone touch me and desire me in the same way.

I wanted to feel the soft, smooth skin of a face upon my neck and feel the warm glow envelop my body just as surely as it must be taking over these two loving women.

“Lyndi, are you OK?” The voice, his voice gently spoke to me. Was I okay? I don’t know, really. All of these sensations were overtaking my body. I was filled with so many thoughts and desires. How could I possibly be okay when I wanted to feel everything I could sense from this one picture?

“Yes, Addy, I’m fine, I really am. This is such a beautiful cover, don’t you think? I really didn’t know what to say to this man who was standing beside me. Reaching out, I brought my hand to his wrist and held it for a moment before I realized what I had done. Feeling rather embarrassed, I tried to move away as quickly as I could but my legs wouldn't listen to my brain as I silently begged them to. It was as if they were glued firmly to the floor.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

I was pleased that the photographs exicited her. She seemed to appreciate them more even than I had hoped. They were stirring something deep down within her, and it made her radiate even more of that inner beauty I treasured. Unconsciously she held my wrist as I held her face, our eyes locked in very close contact.

When she realized that she was holding my arm, she became embarrassed and started to withdraw. She turned her face away, and stood poised as if to flee, gracefully I'm sure, for Lyndi filled each space she breezed through with grace. But then she turned back,looking intently at me, and we both knew that there was an elephant in the living room that we would, sooner or later, have to talk about. I was still convinced that I had stepped over the line and left her feeling very uncomfortable with me. I never imagined that she would be feeling the same way about me. I was sure I wasn't even on her radar screen that way.

"I'm sorry if I intruded before. I sure don't want to make you feel ill at ease around me, love. I really care about you in ways you probably just don't realize, you couldn't. When I see you sad I feel compelled to try to fix it, and I guess I should have had more sense than to kiss you. I was just trying to make a point. Really, Lyndi, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

 

[ohblueyedlady]

I didn’t know how I was going to answer him, I really didn’t. Hearing his words and watching his lips move in time to the beating of my heart, I didn’t want him to stop. His voice was like velvet to my ears and all I longed for at that moment was feeling it caress me, wrap around me, letting the softness of it glide across my heated skin.

No, he hadn’t offended me at all. How could I tell him I was aching for him? This was all so confusing for me because for all of these years all I ever wanted was him. Now, here he was standing before me holding my heart in his gentle hands.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Addy. Not a single thing.” I was trying to keep my voice from faltering, from showing him how nervously excited I was. Would he think any less of me if he could read my mind right now and see himself as the center of my fantasies?

Looking down at his hands, taking in the marvelous shape of each finger, would he know how many times I had dreamed of those fingers slowing grazing across my lips while my tongue gently lapped at them, trying to bring them into my mouth wanting to taste his skin?

Trembling, realizing the importance of this moment, I knew there was no turning back, yet at the same time, I knew I needed to walk out the door at the front of the shop and breathe deeply letting the cool fresh air bring me back to life.

I reached my hand to his face and cupped his cheek hoping he would understand that I had not been offended. “Addy, there is nothing you could ever say to me that would ever make me feel uneasy. You’ve always been there for me.”

He covered his hand with mine then brought it to his parted lips and kissed me as if I was a princess, his princess. Oh, how I wanted to be that for him.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. “Addy, would you like to come for dinner tonight? It won’t be anything special but it’s been such a long time since we really sat and talked with one another. Please say you’ll come?”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

“Addy, would you like to come for dinner tonight? It won’t be anything special but it’s been such a long time since we really sat and talked with one another. Please say you’ll come?”

Oh, my fucking God, did she really just invite me to her place? Now I was getting in over my head. What was I going to do. I knew that it would be very difficult to behave myself in such a situation. I just should avoid being alone with her like that at all costs. "I'd love to, Lyndi." WHAT? Where did that come from? OK, gotta make the best of it, and maybe take a cold shower before I got near this little goddess again.

Lyndi reached her arms around my neck and we had an exquisite hug. I thought I would die, feeling my erection growing as she stretched her yummy body along mine. "You still live in that cute little place on the west side?"

Lyndi nodded with a shit-eating smile that I had never seen on her before. What was she up to? "Seven?"

"Sure, that's great, can I bring some wine? Or dessert?" What was I talking about? I barely would have time to get changed, much less get wine and a cold cold shower before seven.

"Perfect" she purred, spinning on her heals and sashaying out with so much movement in her ass I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Promptly at seven, I tapped meekly at her door, merlot in hand, hard-on under control, for the moment.

 

[ohblueyedlady]

Walking along the row of shops, each window brightly decorated, each one offering a unique display of beautiful items, I started laughing to myself. Whatever possessed me to give that little extra sway as I turned away from Addy? For a few minutes I felt confident and in control. But, as I made my way to my car, that little bit of self assuredness quickly evaporated into the air.

As I played over those moments inside my head it suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea what I’d make for dinner. Whatever was I thinking? He already has me in such a state of flustered euphoria that I completely lose my train of thought when I’m around him. How in the world will I ever be able to cook like this let alone figure out what I’m going to prepare?

As I scrounged for my keys in my purse, my books became jostled and before I could do anything about them, they fell to the ground and scattered all around me. This was certainly not a good start to my evening. 'Breathe, Lyndi, just take it easy', I kept quietly telling myself over and over again. 'He’s just a nice man, that’s all…that’s all…that’s not really all. No, he’s Addy.'

“Yes! I sang aloud to the kitchen. “I have some frozen burgers left from last week. Maybe everything will be okay after all.” I don’t know about the freezer, but I was most definitely overjoyed. There in the back I also found some buns that I had bought at the bakery which would do nicely.

I heard the doorbell and my heart just about came to a halt. It completely startled me. It was him.

Opening the door a bit hesitantly there he stood with a bottle of wine and a very warm smile upon his face. I’d never noticed before but he had a cute dimple on his left cheek.

“Addy, come on in. Were you able to find a parking spot nearby?” Smiling back at him I extended my hand to take his arm, and I led him inside. As soon as I closed and locked the door, I felt free and light. I felt as if I could fly to him and that’s exactly what I did. My feet never touched the floor and it was if by magic that I ended up at his side as he stood by the couch waiting for me.

“Come with me to the kitchen, Addy. Thank you so very much for the wine. We’ll have a glass while I start the grill and you’ll fill me in on what you’ve been doing with your evenings at home.” I got the wine opener from the drawer and handed it to him letting my fingers rest gently upon his smooth, warm skin. “Please, Addy, the honor is all yours.”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

Lyndi opned the door looking more radiant than ever, and perhaps slightly nervous. I'd have to help her to just see me as a friend, not a father figure or boss. I don't know which was the worser onus. She led me into her space, a warm and cheerful home that sweetly reflected her optimism for life. She grabbed a corkscrew and asked me to open the wine while she fired up the grill.

I struggled with the cork, finally prevailing with minimal spillage, and poured us each a glass, lovely cut-glass goblets Lyndi told me she had scored at the Flea Market on the Green last summer.
She was busily pulling things from the fridge, and poking in the pantry. I walked up behind her as she was bent over to grab the charcoal from the pantry floor. "Here's t..."

It was too late, not much too late, but too late, nonetheless. In the slow motion of my mind I watched her standing up, hauling the heavy bag out of the pantry with enough gusto that she carried into the unseen me behind her, the unseen me holding the red wine I had hoped would set the mood. The glasses went crashing to the floor, shattered beyond recognition, and in one of the 'Jesus, fuckin shit' moments, I realized that her beautiful white silk blouse was totally covered in merlot. Her front was drenched. I reached for a towel and futilely tried to turn back the clock. and as I clumsily dabbed at the stain, I became embarassingly aware that I was rubbing her now shocked and erect braless nipples.

"Oh, honey, I am so sorry. This is not the toast I had rehearsed. I'm such a clutz. Oh, Jesus, Lyndi, can we get this out, like with seltzer or something? Oh, honey, I'm sooooooo sorry." I looked up to her face, expecting to see anger or disgust, but instead she looked deep into my psyche, while pulling my hands back to her dampened bosom, and I thought to myself 'I just broke her favorite stemware, ruined her favorite blouse, and she looks like . . . she's going to kiss me.'

 

[ohblueyedlady]

It all happened so fast. One minute I was humming softly, going over in my mind just how I wanted this evening to be. There was a world of promise and so many things I wanted to tell Addy. As I stood with the bag of charcoal I realized something was terribly wrong. It was the sound Addy was making yet I couldn’t see him. Where was he?

All too quickly I found out where he was…right behind me. He had been holding two glasses of red wine…one for me…one for him…and what I imagined to be a glowing smile that had turned into a startled gasp.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, no not at all. I thought as I started to reach for the glasses as they flew into the air. “Ohhhh” I remember sighing as I watched in disbelief the rainbow of colors crash to the ground covered in a blanket of crimson colored wine. As I stared silently at the slivers of glass covering my kitchen floor I felt something cool and wet running down my neck and over my breasts. This can’t be happening, no, this isn’t how I planned this special evening with Addy.

Before I could react further I watched in silence as Addy reached for the towel I had placed on the chair. I’m sure he hadn’t even realized what he was doing as he brushed the towel against my breasts. The friction of the soft, fuzzy cloth against the wet material of my blouse made for the most sensual moments I have ever felt. I looked down at those tanned hands that had cradled my face earlier this day and I saw traces of red wine trickling down his fingers and onto his arms. How I wanted to take those fingers and run my tongue along them and lick the berry red liquid that left a thin trail between each finger.

What I saw jolted my insides. His hands were so close to my breasts. Oh my God, he sees my skin through this blouse. Oh, how good this feels, don't stop, Addy...touch me, please, yes...touch me...

I hear him ask about seltzer, I see his lips moving and I detect other sounds but all I can do is stare into his beautiful eyes and try to keep him in this moment forever. I don’t know how this happened but I only want to kiss him. I lift my face to meet his. Will he bend just a little to meet me? Will I have to stand on my tippy toes? Will he want to touch me?

“Addy, my Addy…”And, in a gentle whisper I gave him my lips. So soft, so warm, so willing to open for him. Our tongues softly touching, holding, caressing, dancing together. Our lips melding, joining, forming a single mouth. His hands now softly brushing the hair from my face as our sighs form the song that is us.

Hearing the music we are creating, Addy and I begin a seductive sway of our hips as they slide against each other in their silent dance. Our moans of pleasure are muffled as our mouths make love so sweetly and tenderly.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

In cartoonlike slow motion, my sweet Lyndi raised her mouth to mine and engaged me in the most sensous kiss of my life. Now, inexperienced I am not, but the gentle union of our lips, the tangling of tongues, the slow drawing of breath, the wandering of my hands to circle her grape stained nipples, the easy swaying of our hips as our pubic bones sought, and found, each other -- was unparalleled joy. It could have been out of a movie, but it was here, and now, and I was speechless to explain why this goddess of a young woman would want me, but there was no belying her intentions.

I hardened to the point of discomfort, trying to subtly adjust the growing package of enthusiasm in my pants. I caressed her yummy breasts through the thin damp fabric of her purple stained blouse. She wrapped her legs around me, and I grabbed her compact ass as her feet left the floor. She drove herself into me, through me if she could, and I carried her over to the counter, clearing a space to plant her. I ran my hands up under her blouse, touching her breasts for the first time without restraint, her nipples shouting 'Oh, yeh', my fingers responding 'You ain't seen nothing yet'

Our kisses were all-consuming. I loved it so much that it was quite some time before I remembered this was Lyndi in my arms. I didn't care anymore. Perhaps in the morning I would regret it immensely, but for now I was focused only on her, as a lover. I undid the buttons, one by one, touching the tender flesh between her breasts as it was revealed. I looked into her eyes, and kissed her some more, and as her blouse fell open with the finality of the final catch of the World Series, I lowered my face to lick and nibble at the feast before me.

 

[ohblueyedlady]

I could feel the warmth of his large, gentle hands kneading the flesh of my breasts through my damp, cool blouse. Oh, how much I wanted this. As he slowly rubbed his palms in a circular motion, my nipples hardened, reaching out to connect with his skin. My body was no longer mine to control. With every touch, every sound he made, Addy brought me deeper and deeper into him. I wanted to feel his fingers touch every part of me. I wanted to feel his lips suckle while I fed him with my love. It wasn’t enough for me, now, to just kiss him or hold him close. I needed to have him all over me, surrounding me with his every breath.

As he lifted me I wrapped my legs around him, clinging tightly, so afraid he’d put me down and walk away. More afraid, though, that he’d remember who I was and where we were.

As he placed me on the kitchen counter, Addy gazed longingly into my eyes. I could read his mind as I gave him the permission he needed so that he’d know how much I desired him. In that one look, in that one moment, everything was so very clear.

Lifting my blouse the tiniest of bits, he slipped his tender hands underneath and slowly trailed his fingers along my stomach searching for what he longed to feel. As he reached my breasts I couldn’t help but hold my breath waiting for that glorious first touch of his skin against mine.

Touch me, Addy, my mind shouted. Please touch me, tease me, Addy, taste me. And he did. His fingers danced across my nipples, stroking them, filling my breasts with a need so deep. I could fly with him.

Moaning his name over and over again, it seemed like an eternity before I could stop whispering breathlessly as I did.

He looked at me, holding my gaze, never moving, while he slowly unbuttoned each button. So seductive were his fingers as I felt them move across the fabric of my blouse.

As he unbuttoned the first one I brought my face to his and placed sweet, little kisses along his forehead as I gently caressed his neck. Ohhhh, button number two...my lips grazed across his eyelids as he closed them in anticipation of feeling my warm mouth. Three...dear God, I wanted him so badly as I brought my forefinger to his nose and traced the gentle slope right to the very tip then gave him a little lick. Watching him so intently, feeling the searing heat emanating from his body he took his time with the last button. He was making me wait, watching me tremble.

“Addy, please…,” my voice husky, barely able to form those words. “Ohhh, God…” and with that the last button that held me together came undone. He lovingly held my blouse opened as if he was savoring something he’d missed for oh so long.

I brought my hands to my breasts, gently cupped them in my palms and held them for him. “These are for you, Addy”, I whispered.

I heard him give a low groan and in an instant his mouth was parting and I watched as his tongue reached out and lapped at my nipple, drawing circles around it, tempting it with the hope of sucking and nibbling.

Pushing myself tighter into him, I parted my thighs and draped them around his hips and I leaned back just a little while he nestled his head into my chest.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

“These are for you, Addy” she whispered, holding her breast out for me to enjoy. This was the girl I had loved as a daughter, now a woman, now a woman who was everyhting I could ask for. There would be no more thinking of her as a child. She clearly was not. And much to my surprise, she clearly knew what she wanted, and at least for now, I was it.

I teased her luscious nipples with my tongue, drawing fully across them one moment, tight little circles around the erect buds another. I took them one by one between my moist lips and pulled until she moaned, and squirmed. I grasped them lightly with my teeth in little faux nibbles, and then licked along each edge. All the while my hands roamed freely around her ribs, her back, her neck, her sweetly flaring hips. I ran my fingernails lightly over the skin at the edge of her pants, along the belly that I longed to kiss, and she drew her breath in sharply.

I unbuttoned the button, and slowly drew down the zipper, releasing a bouquet of desire trapped between her thighs. I inhaled deeply of it, trailing kisses along the edge of her newly exposed flesh, ever so slowly returning to the tender yearning mounds of her breasts, her nipples still screaming for more. With each lick I could feel a wave a pleasure pulse through her body, her hips thrusting for contact, her head thrown back, her sighs eloquent with the story of our new found freedom.

"Lyndi, you are unbelievable. I have long desired you, but I really had no idea what a sensual woman you had become. You are beyond words." She started to reply, but I wanted my praise for her to sink in, not to be covered by anything, and so I brought my mouth quickly to cover hers, to consume her with a kiss. I realized the inadequacy of my words. I knew that all we needed to say would happen outside the realm of thought and speech. I craved her with all my heart and soul, and I wanted these moments to last forever.

 

[ohblueyedlady]

My mouth opened for him inviting him to come deep inside…taste…inhale...savor the exquisite warmth of my hunger.

Fingers traced, sighs escaped, heat coupled with the urgent need each of us had brought for the other intensified with the mingling of our tongues.

Slowly, Addy teased a path with his sweet, wine covered fingers between the hollow of my breasts. His touch was like that of fire, for when his skin grazed my flesh the burn that was left drove me quietly insane. Soon, his fingers were replaced as he brushed his lips along my nipples, taunting them, making them rise higher and higher for him.

My hips were now sliding along the counter, my wetness quite evident…not just seen but through the scent that swirled between our bodies as it rose to greet our nostrils. Leaning his face upon my smooth belly, his eyes holding mine like a gentle hand, he slid lower, until my downy soft mound cradled his chin.

Rubbing back and forth so sweetly, I watched as you flicked your tongue lapping at the softly glistening curls that kept private my heated lust.

Lifting my hips to you, begging you with my silent gyrations, my moans the only invitation needed…you parted my swollen lips with your fingers and snaked your tongue slowly inside my moist, pink flesh.

“Hmmm, Addy, sooo nice….” Every nerve in my body was being stretch, pulled in a million directions. Every breath was filled with the taste of your lips. Every move was that much closer to having you inside me.

"I want you, Addy. I've always wanted you."

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

Freed from her jeans, Lyndi was impossible to resist, exhilerating to explore. The soft glistening curls beckoned me closer to her heat. I breathed deeply of the musky lust. Her hips were dancing with my face, and slowly I parted the lips of her treasure, and entered with my tongue, licking along the length of her wet hot labia, keeping a taunting distance from her clit. I wanted to awaken every nerve in her body before giving her release from the tension.

I pulled at the swollen lips with my mouth. I licked along one long inner crevice and then the other. I drew circles with my tongue around her steamy opening, darting into her vaginal mouth and back out again. Lyndi thrust toward me. I held her ass in my hands and ate sumptiously of her feast.

Her hands were at the back of my head urging me onward, not that I would need any encouragement at this point, but it was comforting to be reminded of her desire. I licked along her hot thighs, tracing the edge of her hairline along her belly, and back down into the nest of fur.

At last I brought my tongue closer and closer to her yearning button, and her thrusting became more focused. We were locked in a rhythm, at once both exquisite and animalistic. I had never felt closer to my true nature, than here with sweet Lyndi, seeking to give her as much pleasure as I possibly could.

 

[ohblueyedlady]

The thick texture of his hair, so luxurious to my touch, fanned my desires even more. As my fingers begged him, kneading his damp scalp, his warm tongue teased me while gently lapping my moistness. My thighs, quivering and straining, succumbed to him, wanting nothing more than to lead him to the path of my throbbing clit. With each little flick of his tongue I could feel his heated breath upon my skin. Even the gentle flutter of his eyelashes as they brushed against my skin were felt as his eyes closed and his lips melded to the inside of my thigh in a soft kiss. With a tender suck he drew my skin between his lips in a most sensual way and I became aware for the first time that each part of my body was connected to another.

Tightening my hold on him, my moans taking on sounds that could not be mine, I raised my body and cried out my desire. At that moment my love for him was greater than every lust-filled thought I had ever had about this man. We were making love as no one had ever done before.

Lifting his head to meet my gaze, my fingers touched the corners of his eyes and there I saw something that brought tears to my eyes. His darkened skin was glistening with the dewy essence that I had made only for him. His lips were parted and I could see the traces of me just waiting to be kissed. In his eyes, I saw all of the years of wanting, of waiting, reaching out to me in the throes of freedom.

“I love you, my Addy,” I whispered to him as I brought his face to mine. Parting my lips slightly and filling your gaze with my desires, I kissed the air that flowed between our faces. I watched you smile and your eyes lit like a thousand candles glowing in the moonlight and then I kissed you. I kissed you with all of the passion that had built up over the years. I kissed you for all of the times you had brought me pleasure in my nightly dreams. I kissed you to show you how much I needed you.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

“I love you, my Addy,” she whispered, and wrapped in the splendor of her kisses I finally understood true love. I had often been enamored, infatuated, lust-filled, or just plain crazed. I had had a long happy relationship with my wife, but it was always more of a practical thing than an aching necessity.

I gathered Lyndi's warm flesh in my hands, pulling her into me. As she wrapped her slender legs around my waist I lifted her from her countertop nest and carried her to the large sofa in the living room. Gently I set her down, only then breaking the kiss that had enveloped us. We stared for long moments at each other. Slowly I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing a strong chest of graying hair. Lyndi took up the cause below, unbuckling my belt amid strokes stolen through denim of my enlivened manhood. Kicking off my shoes and dropping my shirt to the floor, I finally responded, soft words that had bounced around my head, seemingly forever, "I love you, Lyndi. Like I've never before loved anyone."

She smiled a wicked smile that was both disconcerting and exciting as she slid my jeans over my hips, releasing the beast which all but slapped her in the face. Her lips lightly grasped the tip, and her breath filled me with delight, her tongue almost imperceptibly teasing the mushroomed head.

A hundred thoughts in a thousand different positions crowded my brain, competing for attention, and then, blissfully, the mind shut down, and my being filled with the pure bright light of love.

 

[Guest]

The initial taste of Addy’s cock was almost intoxicating. I gave a few tentative, experimental kisses. This man I had admired and loved for so long was far more experienced than I, would he be disappointed if my “performance “ was lacking?

I kiss-sucked the tip into my lips so that they closed on his glans, trapping the head in my mouth. I used my tongue to explore the smooth skin and the elongated hole at the tip. I was dizzy with excitement and Addy was breathing deeply almost sighing above me. I felt his hands in my hair, drawing me to him.

I allowed more of his penis to enter my mouth; it slid in smoothly and stopped only when it hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. I raised my watering eyes to Addy to assure him I was fine. I’d heard that it was possible to allow the cock to pass the gagging point. Could I do it?

I held onto Addy’s thighs to keep me steady as he moved in and out of my mouth in a rocking motion. I could feel the veins throb on my tongue; every sense was sharpened as I lovingly accepted his ever-hardening cock into my mouth each time hitting the back and causing a gagging swallow. Finally, I wasn’t sure how, he slipped through and was deep in my throat.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

Lyndi lovingly probed my yearning cock with her lips, and then her tongue, taking the head inside, swirling deliciously around the tip, and then taking me deeper and deeper into her welcoming mouth. When I stroked too deeply, and she nearly gagged, I felt terrible about my momentary loss of caution. She deserved for me to be attentive to her discomfort, and here I was ramming it in like a teenager in heat. But she looked up at me with such tenderness.

She fixed a grip on my thighs and established a rhythm with no intention other than taking me fully into her. I let her set the pace, wrapping my fingers lightly in her hair, until with one last thrust she took me fully in, the head buried deep and tight in her accomodating throat. An experienced woman, or a quick study -- I couldn't tell, and didn't care. There was nobody else in the world for these precious moments. I felt a growing need to enter her, to fill her hot wet darkness while gazing into her dazzling eyes.

She pulled back deliciously along the shaft, licking each inch, following each throbbing vein. I whispered, "Lyndi, oh, Lyndi" and she flashed me those bright eyes again, smiling with some secret knowledge of how crazy she was driving me. She cradled my balls in her hand, feeling their form without causing any discomfort, as they tightened in their sac in response to her probes. She was an angel, and I must surely be in heaven.

I traced the muscles of her shoulders and neck, craving a reach that would extend to the full length of her body. I was as hard as I could ever remember being, and the joy of maintaining this pent up energy was exquisite. I was lost in the pleasure of her oral caress. The smell of her sweet pussy lingered on my face, but I could smell, too, the fresh juices cascading from her pussy. Intoxicating!

 

[Guest]

Gasping for breath, I drew back letting my hands replace my mouth. The saliva made Addy's cock slick to the touch and I looked up at him adoringly as I slid my fingers along the shaft. His hands still rested lightly on my hair and he gazed down at me.

"Addy, would you fuck me?" The words were out of my mouth before I coul stop them. I wanted this man so badly, wanted to give myself to him, to give him as much pleasure as I could.

There was a moment's silence, all I could hear was my own heart thumping in my chest. Then Addy took my arms and gently raised me, I released his burning cock and stood. My eyes were level with his sensuous mouth, it was smiling.

"Let's slow down, little one." he said softly. "We have all the time in the world now we both know how we feel about the other."

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Addy

Looking around I spied the perfect chair, straight backed, no arms, a little bit of padding for my ass, and I grabbed Lyndi's hand and led her to it. She gave me a 'What's going on?' kind of look, but soon enough it was apparent. I sat down and pulled her astride me, our faces blending in a luscious kiss, and my rock hard cock knock knock knocking at heaven's door. She rubbed her dripping pussy along its length, and for some time rocking and kissing was all we needed. The veins bulged as she worked her heat along the shaft, the tip occassionaly disappearing into the slippery slit, and then reemerging, moistened and smiling.

I ran my hands all over her, along her slender neck, across her soft shoulders, and down her arms, brushing gently against her yearning nipples, and cupping her breasts fully in my palms, all the while rocking, slipping and sliding, dancing to the silent music of our dreams. I gripped her ass, intensifying the rhythm as she moved deliciously back and forth. The roundness of her hips as they melted into a tiny waist, the long ribbed expanse of her strong back, the tender sweaty creases beneath her tits -- I loved it all, all those spaces beckoned me to explore.

When I would slip more deeply into her, we each would gasp, and just hold it there, before pulling back, extending the treasured moments, delaying the inevitable. Her kisses were all I needed to sustain me. I could live off them forever. But they only increased the craving. I had to have her.

 

[Guest]

Addy’s hard cock pressing into me, promising so much pleasure, was making it almost impossible for me to restrain myself. I rocked my hips as we kissed deeply. My wetness slide along his shaft and I could feel his heat.

Every so often I’d feel the head slip in to the opening of my vagina and retreat. No matter how hard I tried to keep it there, Addy avoided it which made me want him all the more.

Finally, I reached back under myself and grasped the hard shaft in my hand. I raised myself off Addy’s knees and positioned the tip of his cock against my opening. Keeping my weight on my feet, I lowered myself very slowly.

I let go of his cock and allowed it to open me. Every few inches I raised myself again until he was almost out of me once more only to lower my cunt over his rigid cock. When my weight was entirely on Addy’s lap and his cock was pressed hard into my cervix, I kissed him.

We sat like that for a while with him deep in me. I used my muscles to massage and squeeze his cock as we fondled and kissed. He played with my breasts, drawing his fingers around them, hefting them in his hand. He pinched the nipples, which were so hard they ached.

Gradually I felt his hips shifting, signalling me to move. I raised my hips and a small rivulet of juice ran out of me. Addy’s cock was slick with my wetness and moved out of me like silk.

I lay my forehead on his shoulder and breathed in his scent, a mixture of aftershave and musky arousal. His hands cupped my buttocks hinting to me to move. Once more I lowered myself until his cock could go no further and bruised my womb.

We started a rhythm of rising and falling; I straightened my back, my head thrown back as Addy ground into my clit.
We were both moaning. Addy buried his face between my breasts and I cradled his head.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

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