Continuation of the "Lindsay" series, Part 2 picks up where Part 1 left off...
"Oh god, you do that so fucking well," Amanda moaned as she grasped at the sheets, "have you been practicing?"
"What?" I asked as I removed my mouth from her sex and looked up from between her legs.
"Huh? What? Oh fuck, why did you stop?" She nearly shouted as she looked at me glassy-eyed.
"You asked if I'd been practicing eating pussy," I stated.
"Oh no, I didn't mean that literally. It was just sexy talk," she explained as she sat up. "It's just that you're so damn good at it, who knows what'll come out of my mouth when I'm in the throes of passion. I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean anything by it," she said as she reached down to stroke my face.
I know Amanda was disappointed when I got up and began to dress, but she said nothing to me.
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Later that week Lindsay and Michael had invited us over for dinner on Friday evening as a way of saying thanks for the assistance we were providing. Feeling nature's call after an evening of food and drink, I excused myself to the bathroom. Closing and then locking the door, I turned and noticed a bra, obviously Lindsay's, hanging on the linen closet door handle. It was beige colored, and had a laced midriff below the cups. I removed it from the door, and immediately checked the tag for cup size. Not surprisingly, from experience and what I'd previously observed with just my eyes, it read 34B. Then I brought the cups to my nose and inhaled deeply, searching for any trace of Lindsay's now-familiar bodily scent.
I placed my nose deeply into first one, then the other soft foam cup, with my lips pressed against the material where her nipples and areola comfortably rest. I searched in vain for the heat of her firm, yet pliable and rounded skin as I felt my cock hardening in my now-constricting pants. Just before returning the bra where I'd found it, I took once last deep inhale of the fabric and thought I detected the faint fragrance of a woman's perfume. I also realized I would have difficulty relieving myself, the purpose for entering the bathroom in the first place, if I didn't stop playing with Lindsay's lingerie. She was now in my head and I spent the rest of the evening floating in and out of their conversations as a number of rational and irrational thoughts made their way through my mind.
Amanda seemed concerned as we drove home. "You seemed to be a bit out of sorts this evening, babe. Everything okay? Are you feeling alright?"
"Been a long week, guess I'm just a little exhausted. Nothing a little sleep won't cure," I replied as we pulled into the driveway.
"Okay, just let me know if there's anything I can do," she said right before placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
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Amanda was hurriedly trying to get out the door the following Wednesday morning, something about a presentation to an important client. Just after kissing me goodbye and heading for the door she immediately stopped.
"Shit, where's my portfolio? Tommy will kill me if I don't have the presentation," she seemed to be saying to herself out loud.
Laying her purse, keys, and cell phone on the credenza, she'll hurried back to the den we'd made into an office. Less than fifteen seconds later she quickly breezed passed me with a "Bye hun," scooping up her keys and purse in one swift movement, and was out the door.
No more than ten minutes later Lindsay arrived with Charlie with the usual morning pleasantries exchanged. After getting the baby settled, she gave me a kiss on the cheek with a quick, but firm hug before departing, saying, "Have a nice day," as the door closed. Still imagining her breasts pressed against me while I could smell her perfume in the air had me thinking about the next time I'd bury my face between her slim legs, which caused that familiar stir in my lower abdomen area.
Clearing my head, and ensuring Charlie was comfortable, I decided to make a small breakfast for myself. Just as I stepped into the kitchen, I heard that familiar "bling" sound Amanda's phone makes whenever she receives an email or message. Hmmm, I thought to myself, she must have left her phone as she was making her earlier mad dash out the door. I'll just call her at her office later when I'm reasonably sure she'd arrived.
A second "bling" rang out. I'd found a pan and was reaching for the fridge to grab a couple on eggs when her phone went off a third time. Looking over the counter and at the credenza I began to wonder if there were some urgent messages she might need. I certainly wasn't in the habit of looking through Amanda's phone, but started thinking I should take a look just to ensure there was nothing important. The three messages were from Lindsay (L), to Amanda (A):
(L) "Hey M! So-ree, fell asleep & missed ur earliers."
(L) "God, what did u say 2 him??? Can't believe u guys didn't finish, he seems 2 luv what he 's doing & is SO gud at it!!"
(L) "It was all I could do to leave after dropping off Charlie because I SO wanted 2 drop my panties 4 him!"
Well, okay. Wow, cover certainly blown and I'll have to come clean, as it were, with Amanda very soon. It was now becoming clear as I sat and thought about events of the past week. Seems the two ladies have been talking, as Lindsay previously alluded to during our little pussy-pleasing soriee. Amanda must have set it up for Lindsay to have her pussy licked while she was away on travel. But were her words last evening an accident? Some sort or Freudian slip, knowing what I had done the day before?
The alert chimed again as I held the phone. Another message from Lindsay:
(L) "Sitting here in the car, getting SO WET just thinking about it! So horny!! Nipples rubbing deliciously against cups, gonna have 2 do myself (smiley icon)."
I surreptitiously peered out the front window and indeed saw Lindsay sitting in her car, head tilted back against the headrest. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what she was doing. Part of me, yeah that part, wanted to go out there and assist her, or bring her back inside, but the sensible part said I better just let things play out, so I stepped back from the window and moved into the kitchen.
The alert chimed a fifth time, Lindsay again:
(L) "Where u at M? Meetings? Okay, talk with u later."
Listening closely I could hear her car drive off. But now I'm wondering just how deeply this discussion has gone between them. And because of the way my mind works, I'm also beginning to wonder just how intimate their relationship might be. So I started to look at Amanda's recent messages to Lindsay since that fateful evening:
(A) "damn gurl, almost blew it earlier! he was eating me & i yelled out something while in the moment."
(A) "think i really upset him. had me so worked up, & then left when i screamed out."
(A) "Gonna have 2 smooth this 1 over, def didn't want 2 spoil this thing 4 us both!"
(A) "u there?"
(A) "ok, good nite"
I'm glad I was sitting down at this point; here was proof my girlfriend/lover was encouraging her daughter-in-law to share her pussy with me. I've always loved the wild, slightly kinky side Amanda has, but this was a little different. Allowing her daughter-in-law to have oral sex with me was somewhat unorthodox, to put it mildly. More importantly, Amanda knew what I had done.
Did she think I was now hiding something from her? Obviously we'd have to bring this out in the open and discuss it. And the sooner the better.
And again, my mind working the way it does made me wonder just how intimate Amanda and Lindsay were, if at all. Guess I was going to find out. But first I needed to let Amanda know she'd left her phone at home, so I called her office phone.
"Lutz, Bang and Associates, Amanda speaking."
"Hey babe," I replied, "just wanted you to know you left your cell at home as you were rushing out the door."
"Hi! Oh, okay. Didn't really notice, I've been so busy since I got here. But looks like I'll be home later than usual. Have to present to Carmichael at five, sorry," Amanda said.
"No problem," I said, "I'll make something we can warm up when you get home. Have a good day, and get that account!"
