This story continues directly on from my previous story, "Remember Me? - Part 1"
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In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn't know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other memories of last night flooded back, the memories of Linda, and the sweet exhilaration, the intense excitement, and the exquisite pleasure I had felt, as she offered her lovely body to me when we made love.
Yes, that was the expression that went through my head when I thought about last night. Linda and I had "made love." It was years since I'd had a one-night stand, long before I was married, but I had never before looked at a one night stand as being about, "making love." Yet, when I replayed the events of last night in my mind, that's the way I saw what Linda and I had done together.
I turned to my left, but there was no-one in the bed with me, although the rumpled sheets and pillow still had a faint trace of Linda's light, sweet, stylish scent, and I realised the hissing I could hear was the shower running in the en-suite. I looked up at the door, which was open, with wisps of steam curling out, and I lay there for a few minutes, waiting. I heard the water stop, and the shower recess door opening, and a moment or two later, Linda stepped out of the en-suite, brushing her strawberry blonde hair, with a white hotel towel wrapped around herself, clinging to her curvy figure. She was obviously unaware I was awake, because when he looked at the bed, and saw me looking up at her, she smiled in surprise, and said, "We'll, good morning, Mr Roberts. I hope you had a good sleep, because
I
slept like a baby."
"Same here," I said, stretching in the bed.
Linda gave her hair a few more strokes with the brush, and quickly checked herself in the mirror, then sat on the other side of the bed, turning to look at me. "I woke up, and you were
sound
asleep," she said, speaking softly and smiling, "so I helped myself to the complimentary pack of toiletries in the bathroom." She swung around and moved up on the bed, so she was now sitting next to me with her back against the headboard, and she said, mischievously, "I had a shower and got myself all freshened up, so when you woke up, I was thinking maybe you could make a mess of me all over again."
"I like that idea," I said, looking up at her from my pillow, "but maybe I should get freshened up too."
"Good thinking," Linda said, and she slid down on the bed, so she was lying on her right side, facing me, still wrapped in her towel, and she put her left palm on my chest. She leaned over and kissed me, with mint toothpaste on her breath, and added, "But don't be too long." Her blue-grey eyes sparkled, as she continued with, "Even though I promise I won't start without you. I've done enough of that in the last few months to last me a lifetime." She finished with a giggle, and I realised I was really beginning to like the sound of her laughter.
I slid out of the right side of the bed, a little self-conscious of my morning erection, and somehow in spite of the intimacy of what Linda and I had done last night, I felt slightly awkward about letting her see me naked, with a roaring horn.
Linda must have realised, because she said, "Okay, I won't look," and she covered her eyes with her hands, and said, with mock urgency, "Duck to the shower, Kevin! Quick! Before I take a peek at you!"
I walked naked to the en-suite, as Linda lay on the bed, covering her eyes, and smiling from behind her hands. Between a full bladder, and the arousing memory of Linda lying there with that fluffy towel clinging to her curvy form, along with the anticipation of what was going to happen after I finished my shower, I had to fight to aim myself at the porcelain, and then I jumped under the hot water. After a quick wash, I cleaned my teeth, and went back into the room, wearing a towel myself.
My cock was now like the bowsprit on the Cutty Sark, so I couldn't do much about the bulge in front, and as I emerged from the en-suite, Linda was under the covers, with her towel lying on the floor. She was obviously naked in the bed, and she looked straight at my cock, and with a straight face, she said, "It looks like you brought me a present. I feel kind of honoured." This time, I was one who giggled.
"I thought you gave it to
me
," I said, smiling back at her, "You caused it, anyway."
"Well, wherever it came from, I think we should do something about it," Linda said, "I'd hate to see such talent going to waste." Her voice was suddenly a little more husky, and I moved to her side of the bed, and sat beside her as she lay there. I leant down, to kiss her softly on her mouth, holding the kiss briefly, and then breaking it, solely so I could look into her pretty eyes.
"You made me come
four times
last night," Linda whispered, our faces still close, "and I woke up still tingling, this morning." She put her right hand behind my head, and pulled me to her, kissing me with a soft, slightly open mouth, and a tantalising touch of her tongue, controlling the kiss, and only breaking it when she was ready.
"You're making me very greedy, you naughty man," she breathed, as our mouths finally parted, "because I want you again." She kissed me one more time, and as a warm feeling of excitement washed through me, she said, "It's very comfy in this bed, you know. I think you should join me."
"I like the way you think," I said, and I got up, and walked around the bed, and after dropping the towel, I slid in under the covers, on Linda's right. As I dropped the towel, Linda's eyes went to my jutting tool again, and she gave me her mischievous smile, but said nothing, as I got in beside her.
"That's better," Linda said, and I turned on my left side, resting on my elbow, and lifted the covers so I could look at her naked body. Last night we had made love with the covers over us every time, and although Linda had let me see her in her underwear, she had seemed reluctant to let me look her totally naked. This time, I looked at her, lying there, with her triangle of light golden brown pubic hair contrasting with her fair skin, and for a couple of moments, I just lay there, taking it all in.
Linda let me look for those few moments saying nothing, but looking at my face, and she said "You like looking, don't you?"
"At you, yes, " I answered, meeting her gaze, "I like what I see very much."
"I feel a little self-conscious, lying here like this," Linda said, in a soft voice, "but I'm glad you like what you see. It makes me feel good when you look at me." She reached over with her left hand, and took my right hand in it, and placed it gently on her mound of Venus, and she added, "But you're allowed to do more than look, you know."
I let my fingers trail down along her pussy, feeling the warmth and the dampness down there, and I eased my first finger between her inner lips, now slick and slippery with her juices. Linda flinched a little, as my finger touched that intimate part of her lovely body, and she swallowed before speaking. "I've been lying here while you were in the shower, thinking about last night, and what was going to happen again when you came back out. That's why I'm so wet down there." She reached down with her left hand, and very gently pressed my hand into her own pussy, and she took a soft, but deep breath. "Last night was the first time I've made love with a man this year," she said, gently biting her lower lip, and adding, "And we did it three times in one night!" She sighed, and went on with, "And I still want more." Then, with another mischievous, girlish smile, she said, "I think you might be a bad influence on me, Kevin, you're making me
insatiable
