Linda's Visit

"It is fine, just go! You'll be late! It's already 3pm and your flight is at 6! I'm sure she'll be here soon," I said as I hugged Yvonne and slowly maneuvered her towards the waiting taxi.

"Okay okay, but let me know how things go alright? And if you two do not..."

I closed the car door on her before she managed to delay even more. Sticking out my tongue her response was one of playful indignation. If the window would not have been rolled up I'm certain I would have heard a "Well I never!" Some waves and air kisses later she disappeared around the corner, on her way to the airport.

And with that was our vacation cut short. It never ceases to amaze me how getting an employer to do you a favor is near impossible, but you're expected to drop everything and head out because they had to lay off a significant amount of staff and you're now left to pick up the pieces. Thank heavens I left the corporate world some time ago.

That didn't mean I would get out scott-free however. Linda was still on her way here. Call me old-fashioned but I would have called her grandma, if it wasn't for my girlfriend's family being the modern kind where relationships were on a first name basis.

"If we ever have kids they can call me Yvonne," she once exclaimed cheerfully.

"And they can call me dad," I replied.

"I would protest, but then again, what kind of name is Stephen?" she said mockingly. "With a PH!"

Kids were however still a thing of the far future, while Linda's arrival would be far more imminent.

Our intentions were good. We would have two weeks off together, enjoying our new home for the first time since we bought and renovated it. And Linda would come on over to pay us a visit, stay for a few days, and get away from being on her own all the time. Not that she's complaining. Well into her sixties she was still "young at heart dear. I don't feel a day over 25." She had no interest in hanging out with the other ladies in her neighborhood because, and I quote "they are old. Yes I know, don't look at me like that." We didn't need to pick her up because she was "totally capable of traveling on my own. I know my way around an Uber." Yvonne heading out didn't stop her either, so I guess it would be just the two of us.

It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes before I heard a "Yoooohoooo, I'm here!" echoing through the front yard. Her head was sticking through the opened rear window of the Uber like an over-excited spaniel, her curly gray hair fluttering in the wind, waving frantically at me with a beaming smile and a pair of sunglasses so big you could hide a good hangover behind them.

Wriggling herself back inside she exchanged some words with the driver and when the door swung open she yelled "Stephen dear, you have to show me how I can tip Leandro. He has been excellent! His daughter is heading off to college."

Of course she had wrung the man's life story out of him in what at most was a one hour ride. And I'm certain he knew more about her than he would have wanted to. There she was, heading up the driveway with a suitcase so large you could live in it, waving goodbye to poor Leandro. He deserved that tip.

"Hi dear," she exclaimed, her suitcase rattling up the driveway. "What a wonderful place this has become!"

She had visited us once before when we moved in to what at the time was a once stately villa that had seen no maintenance for at least two decades.

"Thanks, it has been quite a lot of work," I assured her as I walked towards here and motioned to hand me the suitcase.

"No need dear, I can manage these last twenty meters just fine" she said, as she walked past.

I couldn't hold back a smirk. She hadn't changed a bit. Still as young and spritely in her mannerisms as ever. She didn't so much fool anyone as to her actual age, but she had long ago decided that it didn't imply you had to turn into a frumpy old houseplant. Dressed in a brightly colored sweater that would have pleased Mondriaan, an equally loud pair of pants and some white sneakers, some might say she wasn't dressing her age. But she would argue she was simply dressing her mood and she looked good doing so.

As I followed her into the house, she left the suitcase next to the stairs, put her handbag on the hallway console and energetically turned towards me.

"Come here, it is so good to see you!"

As I bent over to give her a hug, her hands grabbed my cheeks and she planted a smack on my lips. She smelled amazing, in a pleasantly floral manner. Somewhat concerned she was about to pinch my cheeks and tell me how tall I had grown I stood back up and said "Welcome, it's good to see you too. It has been far too long. I hope the drive over was good?"

"Excellent," she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry Yvonne had to go, but she should be back before you head out again."

"Oh don't worry about it, I just feel sorry for her having to interrupt her vacation like that. I'm sure we'll be fine together."

After giving her the exclusive tour of our new digs, we settled down in the garden for a drink.

"It's a lovely place the two of you have here Stephen. I'm sure you guys will enjoy it here."

"It has been a lot of work, almost like a second job for Yvonne, but I think it has been worth it," I agreed.

"So how are the two of you doing? Will there be a marriage any time soon? Will I become a great grandmother?"

Okay, here we go, I thought to myself. This is going to be an awkward few days while we work through why we're not married and don't have kids.

"I'm just kidding honey. I know times have changed. As long as the two of you are happy together that is all that matters. Marriage isn't all that important, and definitely don't get pressed into having kids," she reassured me.

She was surprisingly forward thinking when measured against some of the younger members of our respective families.

After babbling on for a while and finishing our drink, Linda lightly slapped her knees and stood up.

"Right, could you show me my room dear? I would like to freshen up a bit."

"Follow me," I said, sticking out my arm for her to grab onto.

As we headed upstairs, her arm around mine, she briefly squeezed it tight and said "What an excellent host. I'll make sure to leave a good review."

I made a second trip upstairs with a surprisingly heavy suitcase. What on earth she was keeping in there I don't know, but I dropped it off in her room and left her on her own.

With Linda in the guest room upstairs, I headed back down to clean up and prepare for dinner. Linda was Yvonne's grandmother on her father's side. She had divorced around the time she reached 50 years of age, to much chagrin of the conservative family, and hadn't remarried since. There apparently had been some potential partners, but she had enjoyed no longer being attached. According to her it had more upsides than downsides. Each time I had met her she certainly didn't seem to be down on herself, always cheerful, energetic and welcoming. While Yvonne's parents hadn't been unwelcoming to me, they were always somewhat distant on the edge of disapproving. Linda in contrast seemed to welcome me into the family with open arms, impressing upon Yvonne what a catch I was, which always caused Yvonne to roll her eyes further back than I thought possible.

As I prepared some pasta with a salad and a decent bottle of wine, I heard the guest room door open again. Hearing footsteps descending down the stairs and approaching the kitchen I turned around.

"A quick bit of freshening up does wonders to the mind. And I thought I'd slip into something a bit more appropriate for the weather we're having," Linda said.

She had changed into a wonderful red sundress, the top of which perfectly hugged and accentuated her figure, only to flow playfully outward once reaching the hips, charmingly decorated with a white floral pattern. Her white sneakers were replaced with some red summer-y sandals, leaving her surprisingly tan legs exposed and glistening in the sunlight. It's perhaps not appropriate to say about a woman her age, but she cleaned up quite nicely.

She was a great dinner guest. We spoke about everything and nothing, laughed about fun family stories, embarrassing things Yvonne had done as a kid, and she updated me on the latest family gossip. It wasn't lost on me how wonderful a woman she was. In many ways her easygoing nature reminded me of Yvonne, but with several decades more experience and fewer fucks to give, yet nothing but class.

As the evening moved towards its later hours, and alcohol had moved us into deeper discussions, I somehow felt brave enough, or perhaps stupid enough, to ask her about how she felt about being on her own. Her cheerful and slightly tipsy gaze turned a bit more pensive.

"It's fine. It's fine. It's not... Yvonne seems to think I'm lonely, doesn't she? But I'm not. That's not it."

She stood up from her chair and strolled around the kitchen, as if she needed to move with her wandering thoughts.

"There are just moments where you miss something, where you long for something, where you need a void..."

"To be filled?" I said as I tried to wipe away the pregnant pause.

"Exactly!"

Linda stood by the kitchen counter, wiping down imaginary dust, staring blankly into the now dark back garden for a minute, before she suddenly sprung into action. Stepping toward me she sat herself down on my lap facing me, one leg either side. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. Silent and motionless we sat in a tight embrace I did not anticipate. It took a good minute for my somewhat inebriated mind to realize what had just happened.

What was this? Should I not have asked what I did? Perhaps she just needed a good hug? We all have such days. I lifted my arms which until now had hung by my side all tense and confused and wrapped them around her back. She tightened her embrace and nestled the side of her face more firmly into my neck. She smelled amazing, all floral and delightful, and her body felt soft and warm, pressed as firmly against mine as it was. As much as this situation had taken me by surprise, any shock or worry was soon replaced by a sense of total calm.

I can't tell you for how long we sat there like this. It might have been another minute, it could have been many more, but eventually she let out a deep sigh, relaxed her body, and raised her head up in front of mine.

"Thank you, I needed that," she said, her bright blue watery eyes staring into mine.

She planted a quick kiss on my lips and slowly moved herself back up on her feet. What do you say at a moment like that? No sensible reply formed in my mind. In the end I don't think I said a thing.

"I'm calling it a day. I'm exhausted," she said as she turned around. "Thank you for being an excellent host. I'll see you in the morning dear."

As the sundress slowly moved from the lit kitchen into the dark living room and disappeared around the corner up the stairs, I sat there for a while longer, not quite sure when my gears would be turning again.

When I got up, I mindlessly wiped down an already clean kitchen counter, prepared coffee for the following morning, and flicked off the lights. Finding my way in the dark, I tiptoed upstairs trying to avoid any loud sounds. No light was visible from under the guest room door, Linda was likely already sound asleep. I closed the bedroom door, sat down on the edge of the bed, and undressed. My phone briefly lit up the room.

"Did Linda arrive? I'm in the hotel. All is well over here. I'll call you tomorrow. Love you. Sleep tight." it said, followed by a smattering of loving emojis.

"Linda is sound asleep. Good luck tomorrow. Love you more!" I messaged back. The screen went back to sleep, and I thought I'd follow suit.

...

A deep dense fog started to clear in my head, and as I slowly opened my eyes the bright kitchen light pierced through. Disoriented I looked around, finding myself on the kitchen chair once more, but this time in nothing more than my boxer briefs. The adjacent rooms appeared darker than I'd ever seen them, and even though the piercing light must have found its way out the windows, there wasn't as much as a silhouette visible in the garden. My still hazy brain did make out Linda though.

"I need this," she whispered as she moved towards me. "I know you need it too."

As she inched closer to me she slowly moved her hands to her hips, carefully pinching the sides of her sundress, slowly lifting it high enough for her knees and then her thighs to appear. As she straddled herself onto my lap she let the dress settle and slowly wrapped her arms around me, locked her legs around the back of the chair, pressing her feminine forms into my body. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and as I wrapped my arms around her back, she brought her face close to mine.

I couldn't make out any features, but I instinctively knew it was her, smelling as lovely as she did when she arrived. As her soft thighs pressed against my hips, locking me in between her and the back of my chair, I could feel her grind herself into me. Slowly but deliberately her pelvis seemed to explore everything there was to explore down there. I could feel a warmth rise from my groin, a pleasurable feeling that radiated outward through my body. I longingly moved one hand up her back and pressed her torso more firmly into me, surprised that no bra had appeared along the way. As I moved my other hand down past the small of her back, I soon found myself grabbing her now gyrating bottom, massaging it and guiding it along.

Her head slowly tilted and our lips met. Kissing slowly, lightly, carefully, only to soon lock together while our tongues explored each other as if in an intense wrestling match. My hand moved up to the back of her head, my fingers making their way through her curly hair, as we moaned and groaned while we made out. The passionate humping had brought what must have been most of my blood flow towards my now rock hard cock, as it stood up as firm as it could be. As I felt her mound and belly rub against it, a sound pierced through from outside our isolated union. Our lips still locked, tongues probing and exploring, I heard a distant muffled voice.

"Coffee is ready."

Gasping for air as our lips hesitantly moved apart, the voice was heard once again. Slowly the kitchen disappeared back into the fog.

...

"Stephen? Coffee is ready. I've also made breakfast if you want some," I heard from behind the bedroom door.

My eyes slowly opened to the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom's window blinds as it would on a late morning. As I squeezed my eyes shut again, I could instinctively make out the morning wood saluting me below the covers. I cleared my froggy throat and hoarsely responded "I'll be there in a sec!" I heard footsteps move away from the bedroom door and down the stairs.

Becoming aware of the reality of my surroundings, as I lifted the sheets I realized last night must have had more of an impact than I originally thought. My briefs had a distinct humidity to them, and when pulling up the waistband to give my member some much needed freedom and fresh air, sticky precum formed a surprisingly elastic rope between my shaft and the fabric. I'm no stranger to the occasional wet dream, but this one still caught me by surprise. Linda, really? Groggy and dazed I stepped into the bathroom, took off my underwear, and gave myself a good wipe down there with a washcloth and splashed some fresh water into my face. With a fresh pair of boxers and in my bathrobe I headed down the stairs, towards the smell of coffee and toast.

"Good morning sleepy," Linda greeted me from the kitchen. "Had a good sleep?"

"Excellent. I think I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I didn't wake up until you called me just now."

"Really?" Linda said, "I heard you for quite a while already. I thought you were on a call."

A wave of concern came crashing over me. Had I been talking? Did I talk in my sleep? What had I said?

"I must have blabbered in my sleep. Did you hear anything?" I asked, trying to calm myself with a joking smile.

"Oh I couldn't make anything out, it was all a distant mumble to me."

Thank god I hadn't embarrassed myself. Unlike most of my easily forgotten somnial experiences, the scenario that had played through my head last night still remained crystal clear. But at least it was mine alone.

"Here is some coffee, and if you want I've made toast and scrambled eggs," Linda said placing a mug of coffee next to me.

As she walked around the table to her spot, I couldn't help but notice her outfit. A pair of shiny red leggings with strategically placed supporting seams and a long sleeve workout top with a similar shine to the bust. The tightfitting ensemble held everything together quite nicely and seemed to provide support in all the right places. Her bare feet were accentuated by toes she had painted in the same shade of vibrant red as her fingernails.

"It's a lovely day, I'll be doing my workout in the garden," she said, grabbing a rolled-up yoga mat from the living room table.

As I took a sip of coffee and grabbed some toast and scrambled eggs, my mind drifted off to last night. The sudden hug was one thing, but the dream... the dream was quite another. I had never thought of Linda like that, but somehow it didn't feel wrong. It almost felt like it ended too soon.

Meanwhile Linda had found her spot on our lawn in the late morning sun and was stretching and posing in ways that probably had creative but nondescript names. As she sat on her knees, her upper body bent forward and her arms stretched out, her shapely posterior stuck up in the air. The fabric of her yoga pants tautly stretched around her forms and the sun glistened off her curves. As she held the pose I stared at her, mesmerized, almost able to imagine the feel of her against my body, my hands slowly moving around her shapes, caressing, kneading...

All of sudden I jolted out of my self-induced hypnosis, realizing what my brain was putting me through and more importantly how my nether regions were responding. There would have been barely enough blood flow left to turn my cheeks a bright red, because I was by now rock hard once again. If anyone were to catch a glimpse of me now, I'm not sure my bathrobe would be enough to hide what was going on.

I got up from the chair and yelled "I am going to take a shower! I'll be right back" at Linda, who had come up from her pose, and was now sitting on her knees, her body arched backward as if she was presenting herself to some sun deity.

"Okay! Make sure you clean everywhere," she responded followed by a joyful motherly cackle.

I rushed upstairs, moving in what I at the time assumed was a very strategic manner to hide my tentpole, but which must have looked just bizarre to any normal human being. I needed a shower and a cold one at that, fast. I hung my bathrobe on its hook on the bathroom door and took off my underwear. A new damp and sticky stain had already formed, so I put it aside to be put in the laundry basket. As I stepped into the shower cabin I thought it best to relieve some of the tension by taking my hand to myself and work out the pent up excitement. With my eyes closed and my hand working its way up and down my shaft, my mind was filled with nondescript imagery of my cock being humped and sucked, while my hands were massaging willing flesh and my lips and tongue were exploring openings and crevices like an enthusiastic spelunker.

Being in a semi-permanently arouse state since last night, it didn't take long before my perineum started to spasm and I felt my hot load work its way up my rod, until my body tensed up and a sticky fluid mass sprayed out all over glass of the shower cabin in wave after wave, my throat making gurgling noises that didn't need an interpreter. "I haven't cum like that in ages," I thought to myself, as my almost dizzy brain came back to reality and I slumped back against the tiled shower wall, my cum slowly washing down the drain.