It was so nice to be back with Linda again, I had missed her terribly, her humour, her conversation and most of all her brand of loving, for I say until this day I have never ever been so infatuated and darned right besotted by a woman of her stance and sheer determination to get what she wants when she wants.
Okay she can be masterful, as most women are in their way, it seems to be a sort of built in mechanism I guess to make up for the fragility of being female, although I guess many women would ask me to take that back after the great example they made of their sex ion the 2012 Olympics, I mean; seeing them play football was one thing and even the girl who won a gold medal boxing for England, it seems now anything goes, and Wow! did my tackle throb watching those girls slay beach ball in the skimpiest of beachwear. My eyes were glued until Linda came into the room and saw my tongue hanging out.
"There is a lot more your tongue could be doing" she giggled and I knew exactly what she meant.
"One thing about you Linda, you have never been backward in coming forward!"
She looked at me, those gorgeous deep set eyes saying everything; "Are you complaining Pete?"
"Erm No." I replied, my essentials growing in my pants; It is as much how she said it that always aroused me, and that certain very provocative and sexy look. Then she settled next to me on the leather bound settee, looking so very attractive in her tight black skirt and white laced to and I knew what would be waiting underneath seeing just a quick glance of black stocking tops as she provocatively but very seductively crossed those gorgeous thighs - and then that certain sound again, the touch of silk against silk as she crossed her legs to close the hint of a gap between her thighs, keeping her mystic charms secret for now, until the time was right.
When her red lips met mine the feeling was electric, pure electric as she so sensitively moulded them to mine in a kiss that would develop into something much more than just a kiss. A blending of pulses and taste as she hinted what she wanted my tongue to do, the deep throat French kiss she adored so much, just slow and sensual primarily to arouse the hormones.
Her quiet moans told me that we were very together again after a what seemed to be a lifetime without, I knew she'd be back, going with that wimp of a guy who, she discovered could not offer the love to which she'd become accustomed, full package emotionally and physically.
"You really are the only guy for me" she whispered when we took a breather, she looking up at me with those dark blue misty eyes and I guess that was true love, being able to give each other our very all.
