"Story Time" came about when in the early 90's I reunited with Maribeth, a woman that I had dated in college but had lost track of for twenty years. This bagan an affair that lasted over a decade until distance made it impossible to continue.
I had begun traveling extensively for the company I worked for in the late 70's. Initially it was almost exclusively in the United States and most trips were rarely more than a couple of days. In 1980 we acquired a company that was based in Chicago and I was given the responsibility of integrating it into ours. For the better part of the next year I was spending four days a week, either in Chicago, or other sites where it had operations. As a result I was only home on weekends.
A couple of years later I was appointed to manage that entire business group which had operations all over the United States plus Canada and Mexico. Later global procurement was added which resulted in numerous trips abroad, mostly to what we would call third world countries. So to make a long story short, I was on the road a lot. As you might imagine, this impacted my marriage pretty signicantly. Suffice to say we were almost in different worlds.
It probably will come as no great surprise, but being away from home for extended periods gets lonely, and I succumbed to temptation, not for the first time, while working in Chicago. I should also point out that the period I'm describing was just prior to the HIV outbreaks and the general hysteria that ensued. So some of what I'm going to relate probablys would not have happened just a few years later.
Anyway, during this time I had more than my share of erotic encounters on the road, including two other affairs.
As my relationship with Maribeth deepened, she would occasionally ask about these experiences. Usually this occured in that blissful period immediately following sex when we would cuddle and just talk. Thus, what we would come to call "Story Time" began. So, in response to Maribeth's request, I began telling her about Lynda.
Lynda was someone I had met in that period where I was commuting to Chicago. I ran into her occasionally at the bar in a restaurant I frequented. When I was alone I'd eat at the bar rather than a table and once in a while Lynda would be there and we would talk about whatever the TV was showing or just small talk.
The company that we had acquired had an executive apartment in a building just off the loop and that was my home away from home during that year, and it was located about a block away from the restaurant.
One night, I was eating at the bar watching some basketball game, when Lynda slid onto the stool next to me and says, "I thought I'd find you here, let me buy you a drink." By that time we were on a first name basis and she knew generally what I did and why I was in Chicago. I knew she was divorced and worked for the Convention Bureau which was a few blocks in the other direction. As a rule, Lynda was there with one or two other women, but this night she was alone.
I told her I'd have a beer, but she ignored that request and we ended up with his and hers tequila sunrises. When those were gone, it was my turn to order. We repeated this process for another hour or so, during which time we were making frequent, if fleeing, physical contact with each other.
I had come directly from the office, so I was dressed in a gray business suit, and a maroon and white striped shirt, but my red tie was in my pocket so the collar was open. She must have apparently done the same because she had on a blue jacket over a white frilly blouse, a grey skirt, no nylons and red 3" heels. When she'd cross her legs, she'd dangle one of her shoes by the toe.
At the time I was 36 and Lynda never actually told me her age, but I would guess it to be early to mid forties. She had medium length blondish hair and brown eyes. She minimized make up, but she really didn't need much help. I would describe her as attractive rather than beautiful, and she emanated an aura that I would describe a an "innocent lost soul." She was a very nice person, who seemed to me to be looking for something she didn't know what.
I don't actually remember, but I'm assuming that I had to be the one to suggest we take our discussion up to my apàrtment, and that's where we ended up, both a little tipsy from one tequila too many.
At this point I would like to be able to describe in exacting detail how I masterfully seduced fair Lynda with my masculine charm, but the truth of the matter is that, as soon as I opened the door, she asked where the bedroom was and began to leave a trail of clothing down the hall heading in that direction.
By the time I reached the bedroom door she was down to bra, panties and shoes and she was in the act of releasing her not inconsequential breasts from captivity.
Our lovemaking that night was passionate and lustful. There was no pretence as to why we both there. She was a woman "in heat", and was more than willing to sample whatever sexual delight she could extract from our coupling.
Too much liquor is a problem for me in the performance department, so the first order of business was obviously to get me into the game, and Lynda's oral skills were more than sufficient to achieve the desired result. As I may relate later, it's my experience that there are just some women who seem to really relish the act of taking me inside their mouths. I think for them, in some ways, it's the supreme act of sexual intimacy. Lynda should be a charter member of this group. She had superb instincts on how far she could push and when to back off. Her ability to bring me to the edge without going over was amazing.
Based on her responses, I like to think I was doing my part as well. As much as her femaleness was arousing to me, it appeared that my masculinity was exactly what she desired.
One moment is burned in my memory. Lynda had doubled the pillow under her head and this lifted her head sufficiently to be able to see our imminate coupling. She had spread her legs and I had moved into position to mount when she asked me to wait.
For long seconds she looked at my phallus poised at the gates. I had become solidly erect and from her point of view I'm sure she was savoring the prospect of this penetrating her body. I was already leaking pre-cum and it coated the tip with a silky sheen.
Lynda wasn't the only one looking. Her labia was parted and slick as well and the small purplish petals which glistened with her arousal. There was no mistaking my intended target since the darker pit of her vaginal opening was clearly outlined.
I felt her hands snake up my arms until they rested on my shoulders and squeezed the muscles they found there. Lynda's eyes rose from where her gaze had been riveted to find mine. I sensed her legs beginning to apply pressure and I interpreted these as signs that she wished for us to begin.
I was hard enough and we were both wet enough that no hands were necessary to assist. Lynda was still locked into my eyes when she felt the tip of my cock seat itself just at the entrance, and her desire was made perfectly clear when her husky voice ordered me to "fuck her."
I pushed and was surprised when I impaled her almost to the hilt. Usually this process is completed in several smaller penetrations which allows the vagina to gradually adapt to the invasion, but apparently not this time.
By the way that I had easily slipped into her, you might think that she was loose, but that wasn't my impression at all. The walls of Lynda's vagina felt secure around my cock and I was reveling in the warmth of her. This moment always triggers an increase in firmness and I experienced that quickly.
