It was clear and cold when Linda drove to the Mill Creek Inn. Margie's choice of this remote restaurant for a rendezvous was a good one. There were only three cars in the lot when Linda drove in. The distance of twenty miles from Centralia was also a plus. There wouldn't be anyone here who would recognize her. Linda walked up to the heavy wood door and pulled it open.
No sooner had she walked in than there was a hand at her elbow.
"Excuse me, but you must be Linda."
"Yes," she said, "and you're Dave?"
"Yes," he said and smiled as he took her hand, his other hand squeezing her forearm.
She felt an immediate attraction for this stranger when his lips brushed her cheek while he held her arm for a moment. He was about six foot tall and muscular, though slim. His hands were rough skinned-the kind of skin a man has who does hard work-but his nails were clean. She found herself returning his kiss on the cheek.
"Margie was right when she told me you were pretty. Our table is ready. Shall we go?"
He helped her off with her coat and pointed in the direction of the head waiter.
While they were being seated, he said, "I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of ordering wine. Is a Johannesburg Riesling okay?"
"That sounds fine," she said. "Thank you.?
“Well, here we are in a secluded little restaurant."
"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward," she said, "meeting you like this."
"Not at all, Linda." He said. "May I be very frank with you?"
"Please do."
"Margie was the matchmaker in this little affair. You are a very pretty woman and I like you already.
I hope you don't expect a permanent relationship to grow from this."
His honesty impressed her. She found herself attracted to him immediately.
"No," she said, "I don't expect anything permanent. Really, when this date was set up, all I wanted was to feel… what is the word… "
"Fulfilled?"
"I guess that's as good a word as any, Dave. Margie and I got together this morning. It was okay, I guess, but that isn't what I really like."
He smiled and said, "I can guess you'd rather be with a man.?
“I'll be honest with you too. I'm married, but my husband doesn't leave me very satisfied.?
“Linda, can we use some very common words?" She nodded.
"I think maybe your husband doesn't make you come when you fuck. Isn't that right?"
She swallowed and nodded.
"And you think I might be able to give you a more satisfying experience."
Again she nodded.
"I'll do my best. I'm not a superman, but I'll try to be considerate of your feelings and needs. I'll try to teach you how to be stimulated, and I'm sure you can satisfy my needs. Now shall we order?"
She welcomed the break in the conversation. The lunch was as faultless a choice as the wine. They finished the food and drink while keeping the conversation light and cheerful.
After lunch, Dave suggested she leave her car at the restaraunt lot and ride with him to his cabin. The jeep climbed the snow-covered roads to his place, about five miles out in the country.
The well-furnished A-frame cabin was modern and comfortable with wide picture windows in the kitchen and bedroom.
He put his arms around her waist and drew her to him tightly, kissing her lips hungrily. Then, hands still on her waist, he held her out and looked down at her body approvingly.
"You are a very pretty woman," he said. "I know I'll have no trouble getting turned on to you. A woman needs some foreplay to be stimulated, though. Do you mind?"
"What kind of foreplay?"
"Let me strip your clothes off while I handle you a little. Then maybe if I handle your tits and cunt… "
Joe never thought of me like this, she thought. Maybe he knows what it takes to make a woman happy.
"Okay," she said. "Do you want me in any position?"
"Let me take care of that."
He picked her up and held her in his arms and looked down at her. She put her arms around his neck, hoping he would find her pretty even when fully clothed. Her dress was tight enough for him to see that her tits were nicely proportioned, her waist slender, her hips streamlined but flared a little.
Still holding her, he bent and kissed her. Nervously, she smiled and returned the kiss. He turned and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on her back, giving her a view of the large mirror on the ceiling.
"Now part of your stimulation," he said, quickly taking off his clothes, "is in anticipation, in this case the anticipation of being stripped. I'll have to handle you a lot while stripping you down naked. I'll have to roll you over and back lots of times."
He slipped off her high-heeled shoes and held one foot, his hand covering her nylon-clad toes.
"When I need to roll you over," he said, "I'll twist your foot. I'll try not to hurt you."
He twisted her foot. She was slow to respond and gave a little shriek from the stab of pain in her foot. Then she quickly turned over on her stomach.
"Bastard! That hurt!" Then she said, "No, it's my fault. I should've turned faster."
"I misjudged, Linda. I'm the one that's sorry. Again, I'll try not to hurt you. You'll get to like it. If you turn right away with the pressure, it won't hurt."
His hand was warm on her as he reached in the back of her dress and pulled the zipper all the way down to her hips. He grasped her foot and twisted. She flipped over on her back immediately before the stab of pain could return.
"Much better, Linda," he said. "You're learning fast."
He slipped the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down off her arms. When it was down below her waist, he grasped her by the hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. He slid the dress down and off her legs and tossed it on the chair. Taking her by the hips again, he rolled her over on her back.
He slid his hands up her legs and out onto her hips as he forced her slip up above her waist. Then he held her foot and flipped her over on her stomach, then climbed up on the bed over her and pushed one knee up between her legs, resting it firmly against her ass. With one arm slipped under her waist, he pulled her up on her knees with her head down on the pillow. He worked the slip up past her waist and over her tits so it was around her neck. Then he pulled her knees back so she was lying down again and then flipped her over on her back. It was a pleasant sensation to be handled so expertly.
"I liked that," she said, smiling.
"I didn't mind it either," he said as he pulled the slip up off her arms and tossed it aside.
Next he rolled her over on her stomach and shoved his knee up hard between her legs against her ass and hooked an arm under her waist and pulled her up onto her knees again. She started to come up on her hands, but his hand pushed down on her shoulders. She put her face back down into the pillow. He unhooked her bra and pulled it down over her arms.
He bent down close over her as he reached his arms around from each side and held her tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and held a nipple between thumb and forefinger and rotated the little nipples slowly. They started tingling. Gradually, he increased the force as he squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. His movements were strong but not rough. The nipples turned hard and the tingling increased. She moaned softly.
From behind her, his cock pushed up hard against the mound of her cunt. Even with her panties on, it felt stiff and hard, shoving against her moist pussy. Her cunt muscles started to throb as she thought of his prick so close to her.
He let go of her tits and tugged her knees back, sliding her down on her stomach, and took her foot and rolled her over on her back.
She looked down between her tits, over the swelling moist cunt mound, at his big rigid cock. It curved up slightly, as though to hook its way into her.
He crawled up beside her and bent and took one tit in his mouth and ran his tongue over the nipple. His tongue felt slightly rough on the soft flesh. It burned. She squirmed and sighed when he licked it.
He squeezed the tit gently at the base so it was elongated, and he ran his mouth down over it. When his mouth came down fully on it, the nipple touched against the back of his throat. He ran his mouth up and down rapidly over the tit. She whined as the nipple turned hard on touching his throat.
He shifted his attention to the other tit. As he ran his mouth up and down over it, she moaned and writhed under him. Soon that nipple was hard as well.
Quickly now, he took her by the foot and flipped her over on her stomach. He slid an arm under her and drew her up on her knees, again with her head down on the pillow. His touch was hot as he slipped his hands inside the elastic band of her panties and peeled them down to her knees.
He pulled her knees back to where she was again lying down and then rolled her. onto her back. She watched him stare at her cunt while he reached for her panties and pulled them down off her feet and dropped them.
She looked up at the mirror on the ceiling to see her nakedness. All she had left were her nylons that came to the tops of her thighs and the flimsy garter belt that concealed nothing.
He ran his legs up one leg, up to the top of the stocking and unsnapped the garter. He loosened the other as well. He slipped a hand under her ass and raised her while he worked the garter belt down over her hips.
Her breath caught in her throat as he bent one leg and ran his lips up the inside of her thigh and kissed her, just above the top of the stocking. He ran his lips down the inside of her leg as he peeled the stocking off and tossed it aside. The ache in her coot returned when he kissed the inside of the other thigh and peeled that garment off that leg as well.
Now totally naked, she pressed her legs tightly together, but she didn't want to resist when he put his hands inside her knees, spreading them open. She tried to look down at her cunt but could see only the forward part of the slit, lined with short blonde hair. When she looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, the image was clear.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable but your cunt's so small it won't open unless you really spread your legs down. Let's see how flexible your hips and legs are."
She slowly swung her legs up and stopped with her thighs, lower legs, and toes pointed straight up. Then she continued bending her straight legs on toward her head. Her legs slowly settled down against her tits and she put her feet behind her ears. She folded her hands behind her head and relaxed in that position.
While she relaxed, Dave ran his hands over her rounded ass, over her hips, and then back toward her cunt. She watched in the mirror while he worked his fingers down past the outer fold and took the inner part of her cunt-lips in his fingers and massaged the short length of her cunt. The pleasant tingle returned.
With his hands still manipulating her cunt, he said, "Now let's see if you can spread yourself."
She slowly swung her feet out from her ears and brought her legs back straight up and then bent her knees. Arching her back slightly, she let her thighs fall slowly out to the sides. While she watched, her thighs slowly settled straight out to the sides and down flat on the bed.
While he kept rubbing her cunt, she lay on her back and examined herself again in the overhead mirror. With her legs spread straight out, her pubic mound swelled up high. The lips of her cunt were as small as she had seen them before, open only from his bending them in his hands.
She found her hips rocking up slightly, rolling in step with his pleasant massage. Then he stopped his hands and just looked inside. His stare was fixed on her cunt while he held it.
Her breath came in short gasps when he bent down close to her cunt. He grasped some cunt-hair on each side of the slit and gently pulled her lips apart, looking intently inside. She felt her clit start to throb under his eyes.
He dropped down and put his mouth to her pussy and kissed the lips of her cunt. He pulled the cunthairs a little harder. Holding the lips open, he slowly pushed his hot tongue down into her.
Her pussy muscles tried to pinch shut, but his tongue was persistent. Slowly he forced it inside.
The electric flash burned for an instant when his tongue touched her cut. Without trying, her hips jerked up against his face and she let out a moan. He kept his tongue on her clit and ran it back and forth. She writhed under him and whined;
He ran his tongue in to the base of her clit and then started lapping back in slow strokes. The heat of her clit flashed in short pulses and her hips lunged up hard at him whenever he lifted his tongue.
He stopped in mid stroke. She reached down and grabbed his head and held his face hard against her cunt.
"Don't stop!" she said, her voice pleading. "Please don't stop!"
He ran his tongue back in and licked up in long lapping motions. At every tongue-stroke her hips jerked up hard against him. He kept his tongue lapping, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her whining and pleading got louder. Her ass lifted up off the bed with each tongue-stroke.
Dave stopped lapping, withdrew, and leaned back against his heels.
Linda stopped rocking her hips and lay still on her back while he knelt between her thighs. She looked up between her tits toward him, and his cock was thrust forward, stiff as a steel rod. He reached out and held her by the soft flesh of her hips. Very slowly, he drew her along the bed toward him. As she slid closer on the sheet, her legs remained spread open, thighs down flat on the bed.
Finally, her ass came up against his legs with her thighs straight out. She could see right into the slit at the end of his cock. He gripped the soft flesh of her hips a little harder and slowly slid her ass up on his thighs. As she slid up his thighs, she watched her cunt in the mirror. Its lips spread out as her cunt slowly enveloped his cock-head. A tremor passed through her at the touch of his hot prick. She sighed.
Slowly, he drew her toward him as her cunt slid up over his cock. She gasped. When he'd pulled her up over two inches of his prick, he stopped and held her there. She stared, entranced at the motions of her cunt as it throbbed around his cock, the pussy muscles slowly pulsing.
There were five inches of hard cock still outside her. She moaned for more.
Keeping his cock in this position, he slid his knees back together out of her sight and let her hips down so her ass rested once more on the bed. He drew back so only the head of his cock was inside her.
She put her arms on his shoulders and pulled him down hard. His chest was rough and hard against her tits. She whimpered softly.
He quickly thrust into her, all the way in with his balls against her crotch. She gasped.
He drew back until she felt her cunt-lips start to close together. His cock was immobile, nearly out of her. Consumed with desire, she pulled hard on his shoulders, holding his chest down against her. She whined.
"Give it to me!" she said. "Give it all to me!"
He thrust back inside her quickly, then slowly withdrew, then slowly pushed inside, then withdrew almost fully. His hands slid down under her waist and clutched her tightly against him.
He slowly thrust back into her. As he drove in, she rose to meet him halfway. They slapped together. They parted. They slapped together, again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder.
She tightened her arms on his shoulders and opened her lips. He buried his own lips inside her mouth and thrust his tongue inside. Each time his cock drove home, he ran his tongue down into her throat, farther and farther, faster and faster.
His tongue in her throat tingled like his cock in her cunt. His lips drove into her mouth.
Then he drew out until her cunt-lips started to slide closed and stopped. She whined and gripped his shoulders hard. He drove back into her and then pulled his cock entirely out of her.
She jerked her mouth away from his and gasped.
"You bastard!" she said. "Give it to me-all of it."
He thrust back into her, slamming against her belly. Then quickly withdrawing all seven inches, he slammed it back in her, pulled it out, slammed it back, harder and harder, faster and faster.
While she writhed under him, she opened her mouth. He forced his lips back inside hers, even back beyond her teeth, and thrust his tongue down into her throat, the same as his cock in her cunt, harder and harder, faster and faster..
Each time he thrust his cock into her cunt, she felt the pulse of heat. As he drove harder and harder, the heat pulses turned hotter and hotter. The heat pulses in her cunt turned to white electric flashes.
Then she felt the white-hot flashes in her cunt turn brighter and brighter as she rocked her cunt up against his prick.
Then she braced her back and slapped her hips up and held them there with her cunt pushed hard against his groin, pumping her hot cunt-juice over his driving cock.
Then his groin pounded down against her coot and he shot off into her, mixing his hot jism with her cunt-juice. He held his hips down against her while he quivered and pumped her cunt full.
Finally, all motion ceased. She pulled her mouth away from his lips. He kissed her again and rose on his knees between her legs and felt for her cunt-lips.
She clasped her hands together behind her head while he worked his fingers into her skin folds. He found the inner lips of her cunt and slowly, gently worked his fingertips up and down the length of her wet cunt. She let her hips rock and undulate slightly while she watched through hooded eyes and felt the gentle tingle while he did delightful things to her.
Finally, she felt her body drain, and her hips rolled less and less. They finally stopped completely and his fingers stopped too. He bent and kissed her pussy-lips. Very slowly, he pushed her legs together and then lay down beside her.
She snuggled close to him and nestled her head on his shoulder.
"Well lady," he said, "did you like it?"
"Like it? I loved it."
"It was great for me too," he said. "You're hard to turn on but, once you get warmed up, you're the greatest."
"I'm glad you like me," she said.
They lay together in the warm room, luxuriating against each others bodies. She ran her hand through the coarse hair on his chest, feeling his hard muscles. It seemed amazing that a man with such hard muscles and rough-skinned hands could be so gentle with her.
The telephone rang somewhere in the cabin. He excused himself and got up to answer.
Dave came back into the bedroom. Smiling when he saw her in the sun, he bent and then kissed her cunt.
"You're the prettiest picture this way," he said, running his hands over her hips and holding her by the waist. "That call was from the mill. They want me to start an hour early this afternoon. We'll have to get started for the inn soon."
"Okay," she said, "I'll get dressed now. Dave it was nice being here with you.?
“We agreed there'd be no long relationships, but I d like to see you again. Lunch tomorrow??
“I'd love that."