Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 42

Dear Readers,

I want to thank everyone who has stuck by this story. I apologize for the delay in updates, but I have been busy in my personal life. I'm glad to be able to focus on these two again, and want you to know that your comments and feedback keep me going, and motivated to finish this tale. For those who are enjoying the read, there will be more updates shortly.

In the upcoming parts of the story, there will be more events that will draw these two even closer together, and I promise it will be worth the wait.

Mich80new

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Lynne was humiliated and mortified that she'd left her panties on the floor. She hadn't noticed until she was going down the escalator to the subway corridor, and it was too late to turn around, if she missed that subway, it would put her thirty minutes late to the voice lesson. Dr. Lader waited for no one, if you were late, she'd cancel and make you pay. But that was because she was the best, and actually she deserved that level of respect. Because of consistently doing the vocal exercises, and even working extra between visits, Lynne was already seeing improvement in her voice in that short time of working with Dr. Lader, just a few lessons.

She hoped that this older lady did not notice that she wasn't wearing panties. She took them off so she could wash up properly after their oral lovemaking. His tongue felt so damn good on her anyway, and him gargling with mouthwash before, which they'd discovered by accident left her pussy so tingly she was throbbing with joy with each of his tongue strokes. That sweet menthol brought a whole new meaning to the phrase, "feel the breeze".

Leif and that big gentle tongue, and now that he'd started to eat it hard to prepare her for rougher intercourse. Mercy! As he would say! He always started off sweet, slow and gentle, tickling her lips and clit, but once she started groaning and wiggling like mad, he used his tongue on her with a skill and dexterity that left her quivering in ecstasy, and just when she thought she would be quaking with the need to come, he'd start pushing that tongue in her hard and whirling her all around. She loved gripping the headboard, because she could bounce like she bounced on the mechanical bull at the bar. She couldn't wait to ride his fat dick that same way, but she supposed that since they waited so long, they really should wait for marriage. Lynne marveled at her growth since becoming Leif's woman. She'd overcome fears of sex, and now, of being fucked under his tender and patient tutelage. She wanted to give him more joy and pleasure than he'd ever fathomed as a single man to show her appreciation, and couldn't wait to be wearing his ring so they could fuck.

But she turned her attention back to going to her voice lesson. She was mortified to be without her underwear on this subway car full of strangers. She prayed that they couldn't tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. The lack of panties caused her to quickly stop thinking about Leif, because the lubrication began to drizzle down her inner thigh. She just prayed that it would quickly dry and not leave a print on her skirt.

She got out her phone, and busied herself with thoughts of the wedding while concentrating on her deep breathing techniques to prepare herself for her vocal lesson.

***

Things went well with her vocal coach, and if the teacher noticed anything about Lynne's lack of underwear, she didn't make it obvious in her demeanor toward Lynne. The teacher loved Lynne's voice, wanted to check out her stage show, and was amazed at her raw talent. She just wanted to give Lynne tools and techniques that would preserve her powerful voice for a long time.

The vocal coach also let her know that Lynne was one of her favorite students, because Lynne worked so diligently at her exercises. Lynne was so excited at the conclusion of her lesson, having seen even more progress with the stamina she had, and reminded her coach that this would be the last lesson before she departed for California for a few weeks to get married, and have a honeymoon.

The vocal teacher seemed excited, everyone loved talking about weddings, so Lynne even got caught up showing her the cake, along with potential dresses she might wear. Lynne had picked a few that she would try on, in New York at a Bridal store chain, and the store would reserve the same dress in the same size in California. When she arrived in California, they would do a custom alteration. She even showed the voice teacher her color scheme. Dr. Lader made Lynne promise to bring the wedding pictures and they could look at them after the next voice lesson, about a month away, and they'd text to confirm.

After they were finished talking, Lynne walked a few blocks, and found a department store. No way was she riding back home on the subway without any panties on. It had mortified her to be riding on that subway without any underwear. She couldn't even stand to think about Leif without worrying if she was making embarrassing lubrication. Furthermore, she felt that some of the creeps on the subway could probably sense she was sans panties. Lynne had never been pantiless before! Wearing no underwear sitting beside Leif seemed like naughty fun, but not when she was on the subway alone. Those weirdos stared at her enough as it was, let alone when she was not wearing panties.

Leif did not like her even getting on the subway early in the morning alone, and told her that when it got colder outside, and it took longer for the sun to rise, it would be dark when she was leaving for those voice lessons so that she could make it to Manhattan in time. In the fall, they would need to think of other arrangements so that she was not riding to her voice lessons alone in the dark.

Possibilities were for them to get a small, older car, and she could drive herself to those lessons, or for him to ride the subway with her, and wait for her in the lobby of the building where she had her voice lesson. He didn't mind either option.

Lynne didn't necessarily like riding the subway alone in the dark before, but she'd had no choice when she was single. She knew that each woman was different, but Lynne enjoyed having someone tenderly "look after" her. Janelle had often checked in to make sure she was safe, and she still did sometimes, and Lynne paid her the same courtesy. There was just something about knowing that someone wanted to protect every hair on her head, and see that she was happy, safe in a physical sense, and comfortable emotionally. It brought her security and pleasure, especially with the upbringing she'd suffered at the hands of her cold ass parents, and their legalistic church.

That sweet man would do anything to see her happy and safe, and it was a beautiful new feeling for her.

Lynne purchased a new pair of red silk boy cut panties, and then went into the department store bathroom to change into them. They were cute, lacy with a satiny crotch, and she hoped Leif liked them.

She may as well get a pair that he would like, and she knew he would love the fabric, because they were lacy and silky. He always commented on her frilly panties before he took them off of her.

Really, Lynne just wanted a pair of panties to wear on the way home. Just anything so that her ass didn't jiggle and her sex didn't leak lubrication, if she did have a passing thought of Leif. She couldn't wait until her bridal shower in California, where she'd be getting scores of nasty underwear and lingerie she was sure. She couldn't wait to see the look on Leif's face as he sampled her bridal shower gifts.

She rode the subway towards home with a relaxed confidence she didn't have the first time around, not worrying about whether anyone could see the jiggle of her ample buttocks, and know she was wearing panties.

She still had a few hours until she'd be home to show off her new panties to Leif, and perhaps confide in him about how mortified she'd felt riding that subway without any underwear. She was embarrassed, but he was so erotically filthy and lewd, it would probably turn him on, and that set the perfect stage for him to have his way with her sexually. She loved when his nostrils flared and he kissed and pawed all over her, and couldn't wait for him to do everything he wished when he got all horny like that, like a tall, sexy, blonde headed bull. Him ravaging her and she couldn't wait!

His aggression used to make her nervous, even after they'd been having sex for a while, but since their trip to the ferry and the hot sex in the bathroom, it tantalized her. She started to send Leif a steamy text message, but thought the better of it, she didn't want to get distracted, and long for him so much she headed straight home. She was headed over to Janelle's right now, to just take a cursory glances at wedding gowns to see the one's she'd want to reserve in California to buy and have altered for the wedding.

She got off the subway a few stops early, and rang Janelle's doorbell.

Janelle quickly opened the door.

"Oh sis, I hope you aren't mad, but I have company. Can we do it tomorrow," whispered Janelle.

Janelle was still in her bathrobe and house slippers.

Lynne wore a Cheshire grin.

"What company. Who is in there?" demanded Lynne grabbing her arm, and giggling softly like a school girl.

"Shhh! Shut your ass up!" said Janelle popping Lynne on the arm.

"Well why can't I know who it is?" said Lynne.

"It's...it's...it's Lionel okay. The guy from the blog. This shit is kind of like you and Leif okay. We've been staying together for the last week and we just are enjoying ourselves so much he hasn't gone home yet," said Janelle.

"I thought that was over...I thought you two were fuck buddies now because he wasn't politically aware," said Lynne.

Janelle looked at her and guffawed with laughter.

"That Leif. Man, I need to call him and thank him for loosening up your ass off the stage. Did you just use the f-word about sex," said Janelle with laughter.

"Hey I've said fuck before," said Lynne.

"I know, and you sound like a damn church girl saying it, even now. But that's the first time you said it and were referring to smashing, not just like an adjective, like, oh fuck, I'm late, or something. It's funny to hear you say it like that, about bumping uglies. Not that it's wrong or anything like that. But Leif is bringing you out of your shell! Hallelujah! Anyway, Lionel and I are enjoying right now, and I know you can relate. I'm sorry for asking you to postpone sis, but I promise to climb my lazy ass out of the bed and do it tomorrow," chuckled Janelle.

"I think that's so romantic! I'm happy for you. Of course we can do it tomorrow! All the times you put up with me changing things around when I started dating Leif. You are always there for me, and I'll always do the same for you," said Lynne.

"I know you will honey. Go on home and be nasty with your man. I know your hot ass can't wait to get home to him either, Ms. Panties on the floor. I remember when you were scared to smoke a joint. Seriously, I know this wedding is the biggest day of your life, and I won't let you down tomorrow little sister, I promise," said Janelle.

"It's no big deal, really, you've been there for me so much throughout this entire courtship and wedding. Hiding behind dumpsters and checking up on Leif," said Lynne.

Janelle chuckled at the memory.

"I'll text you tomorrow," said Janelle.

Lynne started to tell her about her embarrassing journey home on the subway with no panties, but knowing the playful sister like bond she shared with Janelle, she knew she would tease her mercilessly. She decided to keep the secret to herself, at least for now.

"Bye Mama," said Lynne kissing Janelle on the cheek.

After being so mortified before her lesson, without her panties, she now felt so relaxed, that on her way home, she stopped by the bakery to pick up a few of Leif's favorite sugar cookies, the ones he loved that reminded him of her complexion.

She couldn't wait to surprise Leif with the cookies and tell him all about the voice lesson, and that they'd be looking at wedding gowns tomorrow because it looked like her friend was serious about someone, about the subway ride home, and everything she'd experienced today. He was her lover, but he was also her best friend. She looked forward to coming home to him each and every day.

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Leif figured he still had lots of time until Lynne came home from her voice lesson this time. He knew she had that voice lesson, and then she would be going off to look at wedding gowns. He took one load out of the wash, folding everything up carefully. Her shirts and sweatpants, and jeans were diminutive compared to his articles of clothing. It filled him with a desire to protect her from any more hurt than she'd already experienced in her difficult life, he couldn't wait to be her husband and fill hear heart with even more of his love and kindness. And, it also filled him with a longing still unfulfilled, just to inhale her and leave her bouncing giggling, and moaning with sexual delight, while she flailed beneath him like a rag doll.

He'd fucked women before, but he hadn't loved those women, and he didn't want to devour them the way he wanted to devour that sweet and sexy Lynne of his.

After he took her down the aisle, he felt like his love for her would feel even more complete, because he would have finally sexually conquered the woman he loved more than anything. He knew he loved her more than he loved himself, and that quality was important if he was going to be her husband. He loved her unselfishly, because he put her own well-being far before himself, and his carnal needs, if he hadn't, he would have fucked Lynne long ago, that first night he was inside her!

After he put her laundry away, he put his own away in drawers, and hung it in the closet, going to attack the next load, when he saw those black panties on the floor. Damn it. He'd forgotten about them before.

He picked them up and inhaled.

Mmm! She was so fragrant. He felt his cock start to harden. Sweet little goddess, those sweet sensual aromas she left behind. The more aroused she was the better she smelled. He examined the crotch a little bit. Filled with those dried up, sticky juices, the sight was erotic to him. She made so much juice, and his accidental teasing of her, saying she was like a faucet running hot and cold emotionally had led to his adorable nickname for her, Ms. Faucet, which was also fitting the way the sweet creature lubricated.

The panties were stiff and sticky with the juices she'd made when she was brushing her teeth, and getting ready to go out this morning, before he'd told her to take them off and climb on top of him wearing that cute little skirt with the pockets and cotton long sleeved peasant blouse. Before he'd even touched her, and kissed her pussy she'd wet her crotch up in anticipation of his loving tongue, and that Listerine tickle. She loved the shit he did to her with his body as much as he loved doing it to her.

He loved how wet and sticky she got, and that would make it really good for her on the honeymoon. She was wet enough to love hard, deep and intense. And her body watered itself like that, because she was like a wild, sweet, never tamed garden that needed to be tended to, and he planned on tending to it hard and often on this honeymoon and beyond.

He held those cute black silk panties under his nose. Lynne had turned him into a filthy dog, he loved scents and flavors, and just being primal and raw with her in ways he'd never imagined before. Wanted her the way a man was biologically hardwired to desire a woman, and yet, those physical longings made the love cravings deeper. He continued to sniff as he brought the panties into the laundry room.

His cock throbbed now. A month seemed a long time to wait to fuck the adorable creature when he'd been craving her like this. He wanted her legs wrapped high around his neck and pounding deep in her belly. He'd worried about scaring Lynne, or hurting her before, but after the heat they'd shared in the Fair bathroom, as raunchy and sexy as that was, there was a new awareness now. Lynne became aware of the pleasure that intense thrusting from his dick could provide when she slung her hips down to meet him, those big exotic brown eyes twinkling with pleasure.

Now she wanted her man to fuck her.

He buried his nose in the crotch of her panties, rubbed the sticky dried up juices on his face, and pulled down his sweatpants, taking out his cock, and starting to rub it gently.

"Sweet Lynney," he growled under his breath.

He knew how much he loved Lynne, because, even when he masturbated, it was to images of her in his mind. And he'd never thought he'd sniff a woman's panties, but he fetishized her so much, her smell and the way she felt close to him, he felt such intense waves of pleasure flowing through his balls and the base of his cock, and he groaned and started thrusting into his loosely cupped hand.

The urge to nut felt strong, and he pulled back a bit. He thought she'd be trying on some pretty wedding gowns today, and when she came home, he didn't want to have spilled his seed.

Rather he wanted to be so titillated that he shared all his seed with her, however she wished.

He wondered about what kind of wedding gown she would pick out. Whatever she wore it would be beautiful. His mind formed a longing, imagining she'd left her panties behind a few short weeks away, and she had to walk down the aisle wearing nothing but her dress, no panties underneath.

And he caught what she did, noticed because her fat ass was jiggling wildly in her wedding gown, and then, he had to take her to the bathroom and fuck her as soon as they said their vows, because seeing her little ass wiggle turned him on, and to teach her what happened to little wives who didn't wear panties. She needed to wear panties so she could give them to him as a present at the end of the day, smelling like her juices.

Leif really believed there was something to this whole scents thing, and a woman being able to intoxicate her lover, bind her to him with her lovely smells. He tried not to come when he masturbated, and also tried not to come before he'd given Lynney some dick for the day, but he didn't know if he'd make it this time. He'd have laundry finished, order takeout so a hot meal was waiting for Lynne, and that should buy him some time and get his seed back thick and potent for his lady like they loved.

Hell he couldn't resist! Her body couldn't fully be his yet, because he wasn't getting the fucking he needed. Once he got the fucking he needed, he doubt he'd have much interest in pulling it at all unless Lynne was completely spent. Pulling it didn't feel nearly as good as sex with her, but he closed his eyes, dreamed of fucking her hard in her wedding gown, ejaculating on her satin gown, and sniffing the panties with the sticky juices, she'd forgotten on the wedding day.

And right, when he was almost at the apex, right when he groaned.

"Oh Leify loves to fuck his good little wifey!" a few seconds from his ejaculation, the door to the laundry room swung open, to Lynne, looking at him with big brown eyes, and a confused expression, and he'd never felt more ashamed in his whole life.

***

Lynne had been a bit suspicious and concerned when she heard the moaning sounds coming out of the laundry room closet. She was excited to tell Leif all about the voice lesson and give him the cookies she'd brought him. But when she heard that moaning, her heart sank.

Leif had never given her a reason to distrust him at all, but with the strange sexual noises, she couldn't help becoming quiet, and propped open the laundry door, praying that she would not open the door to what she thought would be occurring, hearing such strange sexy noises.