I'm Linda, 43 years old, 5'4" tall with a 34-24-34 figure, which I have kept in good shape. I have been happily married for over twenty years and although I say it myself, I still attract a lot of attention from men. I cannot use an unhappy marriage or lack of self-esteem as an excuse for my behaviour in the incident I am about to reveal to you.
I live in an old converted pub in Gloucestershire, England and it is here that my story really begins with my grandmother. She had a fiercely independent spirit and was a woman way ahead of her times. Her husband died when he was relatively young and she never re-married. She owned the pub, which they had bought together and she worked tirelessly to bring up her young family on her own. She ran the pub in her own inimitable fashion up until she retired at 70, well beyond the time when it was still an economic viability. Sadly it had to close then and when she died she left it to me, her youngest grandchild and only granddaughter.
I loved her dearly and couldn't bear to part with the pub as it was full of memories of her from my girlhood. After some discussion with my husband, we decided to move there and convert it into a family home. On quiet days alone, I often used to feel her presence and I would sit and recall all the talks we had together there. She had always encouraged me to be myself and to grab life's opportunities with both hands. "Never look back and say if only" was one of her favourite expressions.
And so to that fateful day late one spring, when we were enjoying some very hot weather. To the back of the pub is a completely secluded courtyard, which is a nice suntrap and I decided to do some sun bathing. I don't know what made me do it, but on an impulse, I removed my bra and pants and felt very daring as I lay there naked – even though I knew there was no possibility of anyone seeing me.
I had only been there a short while when I heard a car pull up, followed by a loud knock on the door. I quickly pulled on the cotton dress that I had been wearing and hurried to the door. On opening it, to my embarrassment, instead of someone I knew, I was faced by two black men wearing US air force uniforms.
The younger of the two very politely asked if the pub was open and I had to explain that it has closed as a public house several years ago. He went on to explain that he had only recently been posted to England and that his grandfather had particularly asked him to visit The Black Horse pub, as he had been billeted there during the war, to see if the same family still kept the pub. I explained that we had only moved in quite recently, but that my grandmother had been the landlady for many years before her death. He seemed a little crest-fallen, explaining that his grandfather had asked him to take some photographs. Seeing his obvious disappointment, I told him it would be OK if he wanted to have a look around and take some photographs for his grandfather. His companion then asked if there was a place where he could get a drink whilst waiting and I directed him to the village pub around the corner. He left and joined two other airmen in their car and drove off.
As I stepped aside to allow him to enter the door, the young airman introduced himself as George. He looked somewhat bewildered and ill at ease as I invited him into the house and I thought it was only hospitable to offer him a beer. It was as I opened the fridge door that the cold air reminded me I was completely naked beneath my dress, a thought that made me feel a little excited.
I sat opposite George in the lounge and listened as he told me about his grandfather. Apparently, he and his grandfather were very close, as his father had left home when he was very young and his grandparents had virtually bought him up. It was his Grandfather's stories about his time as an airman that had inspired him to join up and he was especially pleased with his posting to England, following in his Grandfather's footsteps.
It transpired that the reason his Grandfather was so fond of our village was that back in 1944 it had been very hard to billet black airman, as many English families were reluctant to take them in. However, my Grandmother had no such prejudices and had put up many black servicemen and made very sure that everyone who drank at the pub treated them courteously. George's grandfather had been her favourite apparently and had stayed at the pub for nearly a year before returning to America. As he came from a poor family, he had never been able to afford to return to England and he saw his grandson's posting as his trip by proxy. George had been given very specific instructions on where to visit and who to try and see, but top of his list was our house.
I began to show him around the house, allowing him to take pictures on his camera. His knowledge of the house was excellent and he knew which room had been his grandfather's, where the bar had been and even where an old well had been in the back yard. When we got to my bedroom, he took more pictures than before and I asked him why. He began to tell me that my Grandmother had been more than just fond of his grandfather and, as George put it, she had introduced him to good old-fashioned English loving in this very room. This quite shocked me, as I had never thought about my grandmother in this way. George obviously sensed this and he apologised for speaking that way if it had offended me. I replied that it hadn't, but that although I had been a little shocked by his revelation, I was not surprised, as my grandmother had been very much her own woman. He explained that it was unknown in the States at that time for a white woman to have sex with a black man and his grandfather had always remembered his time with her with great affection.
The thought of this made me feel very flushed – here in this very room my grandmother had made love many times with a young black airman – and here I was standing naked beneath my dress with his grandson. I think I realised at that moment that history was about to repeat itself. I made some lame comment about him not having the same problem and when he asked me what I meant, I said that I bet he'd had plenty of white girls. When he replied that things hadn't changed that much where he came from, I knew there and then that I was going to let him make love to me.
I moved slightly closer and it was as if he read my mind because his hand immediately went to my breast and cupped it and pinched my nipple. I almost passed out with excitement and felt my pussy become wet with expectation. My legs weakened and I sat on the bed. He took this as his cue to remove my dress, pulling it over my head and leaving me completely naked. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt, unzipped him and released his cock. I admit to feeling a little disappointed that it wasn't any bigger than my husbands, but it was hard, black and circumcised – something I'd not encountered before. As I took him in my mouth, the excitement was obviously too much for him and he came immediately, filling my mouth with his come. I swallowed to avoid choking and kept his slightly softening penis in my mouth.