It had been a month since Linda and I had hooked up in the women's bathroom at the hospital and began our sexual journey together. While she still lived with her lunatic boyfriend, she came to stay the night with me at least once a week and usually always stopped by after work. Linda lived almost forty miles away from the hospital, while I lived only a few blocks away. So she could always make a quick stop to my place.
She had begun buying elaborate, lacy lingerie to show me. Each time, I felt like things couldn't get any better. One night, I got a phone call from her asking if she could stay over because a winter storm warning had been put into effect, and she didn't want to risk missing work. At least, that's what she told her boyfriend. I told her it was no trouble at all and waited anxiously for her to arrive.
She showed up around 6 p.m. and I greeted her with a passionate kiss, taking her bag for her. She was dressed in a long over coat, her blonde hair dotted with snowflakes.
"Jesus it's cold out there," she said as she stood by the heater, warming her hands.
"Well, it is the middle of November," I said, and then looked down at her legs. Just below the end of her coat, I could see her calves. "You're a wearing a skirt in snowy weather?"
She smiled slyly. "No, not a skirt."
"Shorts?"
"No, not shorts."
I smiled broadly, dying with anticipation. "Then what?"
She opened her coat and revealed the sexiest red lingerie I had ever seen. Her large, creamy tits were pushed up and together by the lacy red cups, twin holes opened up to reveal her nipples standing out in protest to the cold. The corset ended in a midriff, it's fabric a deep, deep red with a white trim. Her panties were a similar red with white trim, but the crotch had been cut out and her legs were parted just enough to see her engorged lips revealed.
"What do you think?" she asked, dropping the coat to the floor and modeling it for me. "Not bad for 45?"
"Not bad for 25," I stammered as I went to her and pulled her to me by the small of her back. I slid my fingers over her neck and jaw as I kissed her. Her tongue invaded my mouth as we grinded against each other. She slipped off my t-shirt and licked my nipples, pushing me into my bedroom.
"You know, I almost wore that same outfit tonight," I said as she nibbled on my chest. "How embarrassing would that have been?"
"Lay down," she whispered as we reached the bed. She pulled my sweats off and my cock sprung free and hard as a rock. She grasped me at the base of my shaft and kissed the tip of my head with her red lips. She kept her eyes on me as she slid her tongue out and swirled it around my head.
"God, I can't get enough of you," she whispered as she sucked me in.
I moaned and felt my balls tingle as she ran her hands up my torso and tweaked my nipples. Her head bobbed up and down, her blonde hair tickling my skin. It didn't take long and I felt my orgasm coming. She felt it too as my shaft began to go steel-rigid.
"Oh God, Linda!" I moaned as I orgasmed, my body convulsing from the intensity.
She came up and laid on top of me, her breasts squeezed against me and small dribble of cum traveling down her chin. She deftly licked it up.
"I have been fantasizing about you all day," she confided as she grinded her pussy against my hip.
"Really?" I said. "I've been thinking about you too."
"Sexual thoughts?"
"Oh yes."
"Cum filled, hot sticky thoughts?"
"Obviously."
"God, I have a son your age and here I am fucking you on a regular basis."
I smiled. "Hey, you're about three seconds ahead of me on the evolutionary scale, so what does it matter?"
