I first met Linda over a year ago at the annual meeting for our local credit union. At that time we both were elected to the board of directors. As "junior" members we found ourselves in a whole new world of economic and legal issues. Running a business like a credit union is no simple task.
Linda was tall, striking and about my age. Her dazzling green eyes immediately caught my attention. She looked terrific in her navy business suit and silk blouse and I suspect she would look great in anything or nothing. Even though her skirt modestly touched her knee, when she sat I caught a glimpse of nicely toned legs. I wondered if she works out and if so, where? I needed to refocus as my thoughts went to sweaty bodies and maybe sharing a shower and towel.
About two weeks prior to the next meeting, I received a large packet in the mail. I remember the stack of paper was nearly an inch high. As I was staring at it, the phone rang and my "hello," was countered with Linda saying, "Did you receive something interesting in the mail?"
"As a matter of fact, I just received a rather large packet in the mail. There is enough paper here to kill a forest. Have you had a chance to look through it?"
"I just started. What have we volunteered for?"
"I was thinking the same thing."
"Want to meet and go through it?
"Absolutely."
We chose a convenient restaurant and during dinner tried to wade through the mound of paper. Although dinner was fine, reviewing the paperwork at the same time proved to be a bad idea. I proposed we alternate meeting in our homes where we could cook dinner and go through the material. Linda was agreeable so I suggested my place first.
That began our meetings on a monthly basis that have been going on for more than a year. Over time, we became more comfortable with each other and she started sharing more personal information. Linda had been married twice, no children, the first ended in divorce and the second husband died five years ago. She never talked much about them except to say the last one was older and died from cancer. Like her, I was divorced with no children.
Articulate, smart, and not afraid to speak her mind, Linda worked as an executive assistant for the president and CEO of a small manufacturing company. One of the things she frequently pointed out as we reviewed our board meeting material was the editing errors. She would find typos, syntax errors, and poorly written sentences. She would say, "I do so much editing at work that it's second nature."
I felt a bit intimidated and would double check my emails. But, sure enough, now and then she would point out an error. No malice, put down or anything else negative, just something she did. I will confess that secretly just once, I'd like to find an error in one of her emails. It's never happened but I still hope.
After Linda and I completed the review of the board material, we would often discuss the events of the day. We progressed from talking over coffee to sharing a bottle of wine. We solved the problems of the world and visited every subject ... except sex. She was more than willing to share her opinions and views. For the most part, we were in agreement. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go down that path just yet.
Recently, Linda and I were reviewing an audit report performed annually by a company the board has used for several years. We came across a page that caused her to exclaim, "Doesn't anybody look this over before they send it out?" I must admit even I questioned what I was reading. I know from personal experience that funny things can happen with various word processors and sections of a sentence can just disappear. It appeared that's what happened with this document. "Always an editor," she laughed and I agreed.
Later that evening, after pouring the last drops of wine, I decided to take a big leap and asked Linda if she ever edited documents privately for other people. She replied "no" and asked what I had in mind. I told her I had written a story to submit to a website that featured erotic material but wanted it to be reviewed by someone with editing skills. "It's just a story I've written for the fun of it but I know my writing skills could be more polished. "Would you lend your editing skills to my work?" I asked with caution. "I would feel better if someone else looked it over. If you'd be willing to at least look at it, I will send it to you in an email tonight. "After you read it and if you are comfortable with doing so, I would welcome your help. If not, that's ok." Linda paused, dropped her beautiful eyes and became quiet. I suddenly felt I'd crossed a line.
As Linda sipped her wine, I could see there was a lot going through her mind. I began to wish I hadn't acted so impulsively. If she declines, I'll blame the wine. Much to my relief and after what seemed to be torturous amount of silence, her eyes met mine. No smile. "I'm not sure about the erotic material but I'll take a look for grammar and punctuation errors and let you know."
That evening when I returned home, I did a quick read of my story and then sent it on to Linda. I included a note thanking her for her time looking at it, and hoped she would agree to provide her editing skills.
Two very long days passed with no emails or phone calls from Linda. I really felt I pushed too far and she would be angry, upset, and put off. Late in the evening of the third day, she called with quite an erotic narrative of her own.
"I almost decided not to edit the story but since it was from you I reconsidered. I gave your story a quick look when I first received it but only got as far as the first sex scene. It was pretty explicit and beyond my literary and personal experience. The steamiest thing I've ever read was a romance novel. I almost stopped then and there. But, since it was from you, I decided to read the entire story. It was a challenge because the content needed to be reviewed but the language affected me. I concluded the story was ok and there weren't too many changes to be made. Since I knew what to expect language wise, I read it a second time to get a flow of the story. I just let it be and thought I would make my editing suggestions with you the next evening. Much to my surprise, that night I had the most restless sleep. It's been a long time since I've slept with a man and your story unleashed a lot of repressed desires and thoughts. Tell me, do people really have sex like that?"
"That and more." I could hear her catch her breath from my response. I was pleased and definitely surprised by her reaction and those of my own. My heart rate jumped and she had my full attention. In my excitement I asked, "Did the story turn you on?"
For a moment all I could hear was the sound of her quickened breathing. Then a reluctant yet committed, "Yes."
"Did your read the story again tonight?"
"I just read it again before I called. I know this is crazy and so unlike me but uh, I am uh..."
"Turned on?"
Linda's answer came much quicker this time, "Very. There is a lot of sex I evidently have missed and I have this uh, unfamiliar desire to uh ...um... hear those words for myself."
Aroused and encouraged I felt this was going in an unforeseen yet delightful direction. "I like hearing this from you. Your voice is warm and wanting. I would love to take you in my arms, feel your heart beating next to mine, and knowing this is something we both want and won't resist."
"Oh, yes, I want that, too. After we kiss, I want you touch me like in your story. I want to feel your hands move down my body, gently holding my breasts before moving down to pull my hips closer to yours and feel you hard and ready."
My dick was in full erection mode now.
"Run your hands and fingers over your breasts and tell me if your nipples are hard."
"Yes, they are."
"Reach down and touch your pussy."
I heard her gasp and then sigh. "Run your fingers between your lips. Enjoy the wetness."
Another gasp. "How does your clit feel when you rub it?"
"Wonderful."
"Wouldn't it be nice to feel my tongue all over your tits and clit?"
"I've never had that."
"You've never had oral? How about tomorrow night we change that?"
"Oh my God, yes. That would be wonderful. My place at 7."
"In the meantime, would you enjoy some phone sex?"
"I've never done that but it sounds like we've already begun. Keep going."
"Are you comfortable masturbating."
"I've done it a few times but I felt like it wasn't something good girls do."
"We need to change that thought. Nice girls not only do it, but enjoy it. I want you to run your hand all over your pussy. Picture in your mind that it's my hand exploring you. Take your other hand and fondle your breasts. Enjoy their softness and how sensitive your nipples are. Now take the hand on your pussy and slide your fingers down your slit and push one deep into your cunt. Doesn't...that...feel...wonderful?"
"Oh, yes," came a soft and breathy reply.
"How I wish it were my fingers there right now, my cock is hard just thinking about it. Now, I want you to slide your finger out of your vagina and gently touch and stroke your clit."
She began a quiet moan and her breathing became louder and gasping. Then, suddenly, her noises became more urgent and loud.
"Oh, yes, that's it Linda!" I repeated as I could hear her get closer to climaxing.
