Back in the 1980s I was a manufacturer's representative selling hospital supplies in Chicago. Most of the time I met with middle-aged men, hospital administrators. But then I met Lynda Keller, a nursing supervisor, divorced, mid-30s and slightly built lady with ash-gray, blond hair cut in a pixie manner. I soon learned she wore her hair that way so the it would not fall down into her eyes when she fucked, in cowgirl (and reverse cowgirl) fashion.
Lynda would indicate what kind of sex she wanted, vaginal or anal, by the choice of lube she left on her bedside table. When I went to her place for dinner, and would wash my hands in her bathroom, I would see either K-Y jelly or Vaseline sitting on the table next to my side of the bed. Sometimes, joy of joys, both were sitting there.
With vaginal sex, Lynda was absolutely uninhibited. We usually finished missionary style, after doggy and of course, her favorite, cowgirl.
Lynda preferred to be face down when I fucked her bottom, with a pillow under her hips.
She always put her hand between her legs and played with her clit while I fucked her. She usually came first, and I could feel the muscles in her ass tighten around my cock, pushing me over the top. I would then fall forward on her back and nibble on her ear lobes. I always stayed in her ass until I softened up and naturally slipped out. Lynda really liked that. More about this later.
The first time we made love was on the couch in her apartment. We had been drinking wine at a neighborhood tavern we frequented. The Happy-Hour in those days was 2-for-1 glasses of house wine and light Hor D Oeuvres. After a few rounds, and some flirty conversation, Lynda reached under the table, ran a hand up my right thigh and whispered, "I'm wet. Have I showed you my new couch?"
Five minutes later we were just inside her front door, pulling each other's clothes off. Wet! Her panties were soaking. I thought she had peed herself, but the musky smell of her pussy told a different story. We stumbled to her couch (it is hard to walk quickly with pants-hers and mine- around the ankles.) I pulled Lynda's blouse off but left her red bra on for effect. He tits were the perfect size, a mouthful and a little more. And nipples! Like pencil erasers when she was excited. (She kept nipple clamps and small clothes pins in the bedside table on her side of the bed. More on that later also.)
