Lindas Lovely Legs Ch 04

--"Then, let's try the whole thing one more time... and this time try to put more feeling into the kiss."--

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I blinked in mild surprise at her statement. While I understood Linda was trying to help me by pretending to be Toni, I was reasonably astonished that she seemed so willing to be kissed--and specifically... kissed with more feeling.

And who was I to question those sentiments? This was, after all, Linda Alana--the very woman who had been the premier focus of my sexual fantasies for almost as long as I could remember--the woman whose stolen panties were still among my most treasured intimate possessions, and whose lovely legs never failed to take my breath away.

Toni, on the other hand, was a long-time childhood friend with whom I had often wished could be something more than mere friends. The juxtaposition of the two women was becoming more and more difficult for me to contend with.

I was still somewhat reeling from the first kiss--I had kissed Linda Alana--and as innocently familial as she had deemed it to be--it had still been a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek or forehead--an honest-to-god kiss with my lips on hers in what had been the most profoundly intimate moment I've ever had with her.

Huddled closely together as we were at that moment--on the floor in front of her sofa--I was also acutely aware of the inherent physical aura of intimacy that surrounded us.

She wore only a sensually sheer silk robe that clung to her figure provocatively, and, with her legs curled beneath her, the robe would frequently slip and shift aside to reveal her knees--and even occasional glimpses of her thighs.

I had a distinct physical sense--throughout my entire body--of the intimate vulnerability of being completely nude beneath the delicate satin robe Linda had given me to wear while my clothes were being washed. Being so scantily clothed beside her, I was more than a little concerned about the possibility of getting an erection--in the filmy satin robe, there would be no way to conceal it from her.

Linda sighed and smiled at me, "Come on," she coaxed, "One more time... I think you've almost got this."

While I had been somewhat less than self-assured the first time we had played our little charade and I had spoken to Linda as Toni, I felt much more at ease about doing it a second time. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me as I looked into Linda's eyes and took her hand in mine.

"Toni," I began, just as before, "You and I have known each other... and even been friends for quite a few years now... and even though I've never said anything before, I want you to know that I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Linda nodded and smiled her encouragement, giving my hand a little squeeze.

Looking meaningfully into Linda's eyes, I continued. "Every time I see you... every single TIME... you take my breath away. Even when you think I'm not looking or paying attention... I am... and I can't take my eyes off of you."

As I spoke those words, I realized how closely those sentiments for Toni mirrored the very same feelings I felt for Linda as well--and possibly even stronger.

From the look in her eyes, I could see how my words had resonated with her emotionally. Her smile slowly faded, replaced by a somewhat dreamy expression of longing--possibly even hope.

Focusing my attention directly on Linda, I continued. "Your figure is absolutely astonishing, you could easily become a famous fashion model... And your legs... Oh... my God, Linda, your legs are truly a vision of feminine perfection. And every time I see them, I can't help but notice how astonishingly beautiful they are. When I'm with you, I find myself constantly having to force myself to look away so you won't catch me staring at your legs."

Linda swallowed--her eyes wide--as she gripped my hand tightly.

"And even though I've never said anything before, Toni, I want you to know that I've always had this secret wish inside me that you and I might someday be... more than just friends"

As I leaned in to kiss her, Linda's eyes closed in anticipation. I met her lips with mine ever so delicately at first--little more than a fragile, sensual brush of her lips with mine. A soft sigh escaped her as I felt her respond, pressing her lips to mine and deepening the kiss. I surrendered myself completely to the sensation of her warm supple lips on mine--I felt her lips part, and I responded in kind, parting my lips to savor the exquisite sensuality of our tongues touching. I didn't pull away--I held the kiss, never wanting it to end--and reached up to tenderly stroke her cheek with my fingertips.

Linda sighed softly as she--ever so slowly--pulled back to break the kiss--our lips brushing together sensually before finally parting. She sighed a second time and slowly opened her eyes.

"Oh, my God..." she said, her voice low and throaty as he fanned her face with her fingers, "That... kiss... was... perfect." She smiled wistfully, "I felt it all the way down to the tips of my toes. And I could even feel the sincerity in your words also.""

I smiled, somewhat smugly pleased with my performance as well, and also especially pleased by how she seemed every bit as affected by the sensuality of our kiss as I had been.

"But... you did make one tiny little screw-up, though," she continued with a sad little pout, holding up her hand with her thumb and forefinger close together.

"I did?" I responded in mild surprise. "What did I do?"

She pursed her lips and nodded, "When you were complimenting Toni about her legs you said--and I quote--'Oh... my God, Linda, your legs are truly a vision of feminine perfection'--You said MY name instead of hers."

I blinked in mild disbelief--I made a Freudian slip?--I could certainly understand how it could have easily happened. I was, after all, telling Linda my feelings about her while pretending she was Toni.

"Oh..." I managed to stammer.

Linda smiled at my discomfiture, "Listen..." she said with a wave of her hand, "I don't know who this Toni person is, but I can't help but almost feel a little jealous." She sighed wistfully, "I can only hope that someday someone will say such nice things to me... and then kiss me like that."

"Don't look now..." I said with a laugh, "But I'm pretty sure I just did."

Linda returned my laugh, "Yeah, I get that... but it doesn't really count when the person saying it is pretending I'm somebody else." She hesitated momentarily and pursed her hips thoughtfully. "I mean... it WAS a mistake, right?"

It HAD been a mistake--to be sure, an honest Freudian slip of the tongue--but deep down, I wasn't so sure I was sorry it happened.

I suddenly realized how this had suddenly become a moment of truth for me and a pang of anxiety swept through me. I could easily nod and admit I had spoken in error--which, in truth, I had--or admit my feelings for her and open myself to the abject humiliation of seeing the look of hurt or disappointment in her eyes when she knew the truth.

And--being the inexperienced emotional coward that I am, I would have most assuredly done that very thing--Were it not for the fact that I had felt her responding to my kiss with so much feeling.

I shook my head slowly, "Okay, yeah, it was a mistake," I said. "I didn't mean to say your name. But, in my own defense, it's a little confusing to pretend you're Toni, especially when so much of what I was saying to her... are things I also... think and feel about you. And, everything I was trying to say about her legs... I was really saying about your legs."

"Oh," she exclaimed softly, her expression unreadable. I was cringing inwardly, wondering if I had been too honest with her.

Linda's eyes softened and her lips curled into a little smile, "You really like my legs that much?" she asked, giving me a coy look.

I nodded, feeling a modicum of relief to see no indication of hurt or disappointment in her eyes. "I do," I said, returning her smile. I think your legs are absolutely gorgeous."

She laughed softly and shook her head, "I suppose then it's no wonder you reacted the way you did when I was up on that ladder," she said. "But, then again... when you think about it, you really weren't seeing all that much more of my legs than you would normally see when I'm wearing shorts."

I smiled and shrugged, "I wouldn't say that," I said, deciding to respond truthfully, "I could actually see quite a bit more than just your legs."

Linda smiled coyly, "Oh? And what, pray tell, were you able to see, exactly?"

I wasn't mistaking her intention, she was teasingly urging me on to maintain the intimacy of our conversation. "Well, I could see you were wearing a pair of white panties... and that they were thong style and managed to bare a fair amount of your butt cheeks as well."

Her eyes widened momentarily--little more than half a second--but enough to register her surprise when she understood how much she had actually been revealing to me that day.

"I see," she said with a little laugh, "Wow... I really had no idea... no wonder you reacted the way you did."

I nodded, feeling my cheeks warming all over again. I had been completely unable to hide my erection that day and had been extremely embarrassed when she had noticed. I haltingly explained how it had been infinitely more intimate and sensual to see beneath her dress that day than merely seeing her in her little shorts.

Linda drained the last of her beer in several swallows and then pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Can I ask you a very personal question about that day?"

When I nodded, she continued, "When you were looking up under my dress... How did it really make you feel? Did it make you think about having sex with me?"

It was my turn to be surprised, her question caught me completely off guard. It must have shown on my face because Linda quickly reached out to place her hand on my arm.

"It's okay," she said, her expression kindly--even caring. "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable... or even if you just don't want to."

I shook my head, "Of course I thought about that," I said, answering her question honestly. "I'm a guy... how could I not? When I left your garage that day, I went up to my room right away and..." I used my hand to simulate masturbation. "I HAD to."

She covered her mouth with both of her hands, her eyes wide, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," she said.

"Sorry?" I said with a laugh, "You don't have to feel sorry about it. I probably should be thanking YOU for being such a beautiful inspiration for me up there on the ladder."

Linda smiled and playfully swatted my arm. "I have to admit... I think it's rather sweet that you thought of me that way--I think it's even a lovely compliment."

"Can I be completely honest?" I said, feeling comfortable enough with her now to just throw caution to the wind and speak more openly.

"Of course," she said, tilting her head as a dog might when listening intently.

"If you knew how many times I had... 'complimented' you that way... you would probably feel the need to to go court and get a restraining order."

Linda snorted, throwing back her head, "You are SO sweet... come here."

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, embracing me warmly. "Why couldn't I have met someone like you... instead of Richard, when I was eighteen," she murmured, her lips close to my ear.

I embraced her in return, thrilled by the sensation of her warm body so close. "I feel the same, Linda... I wish we had met years ago."

She laughed softly and raised her head to look into my eyes, "I think... that if I had met you back then... Ricky would probably be your son, and not Richard's"

Impulsively I leaned in and kissed her. Her embrace tightened around my neck as our mouths opened and our kiss became passionate. We kissed for several long moments, each of us seemingly lost in the pleasure of the moment. Her body relaxed into mine and I moved my hands over her back tenderly.

I realized that the depth of her response was very likely precipitated by the amount of alcohol she had consumed that evening--her inhibitions lowered sufficiently to allow her to indulge in a few moments of sexual playfulness.

And I was certainly not above taking advantage of her semi-inebriated state of mind. My erection was immediate and urgently hard. I felt it tenting the silky material of the robe and--surprisingly--felt no anxiety or need to conceal it from her. And, as I moved and my robe shifted, I felt it fall away from my erection entirely.

She sighed, crushing her mouth to mine, and I felt her lips become hot. She pressed her body forward, pushing me backward and I pulled her down to the carpet beside me. We continued to kiss and, as her robe fell open, I felt the silkiness of her pubic hair against my erection.

Realization struck me like a brick to the side of my head--I was lying beside Linda and we were virtually nude with our bodies pressed together. She had to feel my erection pressing against her--HAD to. And yet, she made not even the slightest attempt to push me away or mitigate the intimacy between us in any way.

I moved my hand to her hip, pulling her to me as I pressed my pelvis into her--my erection grinding gently against her pubic mound.

Linda gasped--a sharp intake of breath--as she suddenly realized how extremely intimate our situation had become. Her eyes opened and she looked directly into mine. I could sense her momentarily weighing the consequences of our intimate contact. And, as I gently pressed my erection against her, her eyelids fluttered. She sighed once more and, as her eyes closed, she kissed me passionately and pulled me to her.

She rolled onto her back, pulling me with her as she parted her legs. I had a momentary instant of anxiety as I insinuated myself between her legs-- I had only done this once before and on that occasion, Bella had guided me... but now?--Relief swept through me as I suddenly felt Linda's fingers gently taking hold of my erection and leading me to where she needed me to be.

Her labia was copiously slick and, as the tip of my cock parted her lips, I was immediately overwhelmed by the sensual warmth and beauty of her vagina--and just as immediately, felt myself losing complete control of my ability to constrain myself. With only the tip of my erection inside her, my cock pulsed and sent my first ejaculation erupting into her.

I gasped aloud and thrust myself into her deeply, moaning into her mouth as the tight walls of her vagina seemed to grip me and pull me even deeper. I thrust again... and again, penetrating her with the full length of my erection as stream after stream of my semen pulsed into her.

Linda tore her mouth from mine, turning her head to the side and crying aloud as I plunged myself into her with rapid thrusts. She raised her knees and wrapped her legs around my torso--thrusting her pelvis into me with an energy and passion that astonished me--her fingers digging into my shoulders almost painfully.

"Oh, God, yes... Oh, my God, YES!..." she cried, tossing her head from side to side, our bodies slapping together forcefully.

Just as my orgasm began to fade and my final ejaculations dribbled into her, I felt her vagina suddenly begin to pulse against me. She cried out, her voice echoing loudly in the living room as she surrendered to the pleasure of her orgasm and her entire body shuddered and writhed beneath me.

Moments later we both slowed our movements to finally lay still, our chests heaving from the strength of our orgasms. I raised my head and we kissed with a warmth and passion that astonished me.

We lay in each other's arms for several minutes just kissing and touching tenderly. As I slowly returned to my senses, a tiny alarm bell began to ring in the back of my mind--alerting me to the fact that I had just cum inside Linda without the safeguard of a condom. It had all happened so quickly that I hadn't even given it a conscious thought. All I could think of was that I was inside her and the moment was just too beautiful to think of anything else.

When my erection finally softened and I slipped from her, I rolled to the side to lay beside her, holding her tenderly in my arms with her head cradled against my chest.

"Thank you for making me feel so beautiful," she murmured softly, her fingertips moving lightly over my stomach.

I smiled broadly, inherently proud I had been able to bring her to orgasm, and bent to kiss her forehead.

"How concerned should we be that I just came inside you without wearing a condom?" I asked cautiously.

Linda raised her head and smiled broadly, "Not even a little bit," she said, laying her head back down on my chest. "I've been on the pill for the past six months."

I smiled and gently stroked her hair as relief swept through me.

"I realized all those months ago that Richard and I were over and it was just a matter of time before we made the final split. The handwriting was definitely on the wall back then. Whenever he wanted sex, he was usually too drunk to care about wearing a condom--so, I took it upon myself to make sure there wouldn't be any more accidental pregnancies to muddy the issue of getting a divorce."

She snuggled against me and sighed. I gazed up at the ceiling of her living room and smiled wistfully. My God, I had done it--I had REALLY done it--It seemed almost inconceivable to me that I had just had sex with Linda Alana--an older woman, who was married with children--our neighbor of several years, and a good friend of my mother--and a woman for whom I had fantasized about fucking on more occasions than I could count.

When my phone, which was on the coffee table beside us suddenly began to buzz with an incoming call, Linda and I were both startled and sat up, quickly and self-consciously adjusting our robes.

It was, of course, Mom calling to see how things were going, and as I answered, Linda gave me a wink and got up to make her way into the laundry room to get our clothes from the dryer.

"Hey," said Mom, sounding cheerful. "How's it going over there? It's getting kind of late in the day so I thought I'd give you a quick call to check on your progress."

"Oh, yeah," I responded, smiling as Linda entered with our cleaned and dried clothing bundled in her arms. "We just have a little bit left to do... we kinda got a little sidetracked eating pizza and watching Star Wars on TV... so I guess our progress kind of slowed down a little."

"Star Wars, again?" she laughed, knowing it was one of my favorite movies. "Well, you guys probably needed a bit of a break from things anyway," she said. "How much longer do you think you'll be?"

"Oh, jeez... I don't think it will be more than... an hour or two," I responded.

"Okay," she replied, "I'll see you in a while then...Call if you need anything."

Linda approached with a knowing smile on her face, "An hour or two?", she said, cocking an eyebrow. "We pretty much finished a long time ago."

I smiled up at her and shrugged, "Well... I mean, there's still some pizza left," I said with a grin. "And look... Star Wars is still on too."

She glanced over at the television just as Obi-Wan Kenobi said, 'These are not the droids you're looking for.' She looked back at me and smiled.

"Pizza and Star Wars?... You know what I think?" she said, crouching down to join me on the floor once again, "I think maybe you were just hoping for more time so you'd be able to fuck me again."

"Well... I suppose I COULD save the pizza for later," I said, kissing her lightly. "And I've seen this movie a dozen times already."

"So... you DO want to fuck me again?" she asked with a teasing smile, her face close to mine.

"And again... and again... and again," I replied with a broad smile as I leaned in to kiss her lightly.