The mirror on the dresser was hard to adjust. She folded a wedge of paper and jammed it in one side and then made a trial adjustment.
Going back to the bed, she lay back and spread her legs apart. Now she could see her cunt but it looked too dark. She set a second table lamp on the edge of the dresser and went back to the bed. With her legs flat on the bed, her cunt now showed as a tiny closed slit with golden hair lining each side. It was a good view of her cunt.
While she made her preparations, she thought back over the evening with satisfaction. Joe had been in a good mood at dinner, and she'd seen him look at her approvingly. Max must have given a good report. He had seemed more affectionate than in months. Now was the time to get him to loosen up a little and get her excited.
Satisfied with her preparations, she got up and put on the bra with the hook in front and then squeezed the hook nearly closed with the pair of pliers. She stepped into her black high-heeled shoes and pulled the black silky dress on. After reaching back with both hands while watching in the mirror, she closed the zipper halfway, then held a strong thread in the mechanism. It took all her strength to jam the zipper stuck on the thread. She tried to wrench it loose. It wouldn't budge.
Her preparations complete, she paced back and forth, practicing her walk, while she waited for the shower to quit drumming. With a little practice in front of the mirror, she could float gracefully with each step, making her hips grind, letting her little waist flex from side to side while she moved.
The shower stopped, so she lifted the hem of her dress and daubed some perfume on each fold' of her cunt. While she listened to the sound of teeth being brushed, she mentally recited her lines.
While waiting, she picked up the hairbrush and gave her gleaming hair a few more strokes. It had never looked better. She put the brush down and continued practicing grinding her hips, making her waist look like it was well lubricated.
Joe came in, stark naked, still humming under his breath. He dropped the towel and, when he saw Linda, he gave a sharp intake of breath.
"Honey, help me, will you?" she said before he could speak. "The damn zipper's stuck."
She turned around and stood while he struggled with the mechanism.
"What were you doing with the dress at bed time?" he asked.
"Just trying it on. I wanted to make sure I hadn't gained any weight."'
He struggled with the stuck zipper and cursed under his breath. She let herself be jerked against him while he worked, making sure to wiggle her ass whenever she brushed his stomach.
"Damn thing's stuck," he said. "I can't work it."
"Then help me get the dress off over my head."
He picked up the slick, billowing material by the hem and lifted it. While he struggled to get the slippery material up over her waist, she wiggled and ground her hips against him. When he had the dress above her waist, she turned around against him, hoping this would release the scent of her perfume his way.
When he had her dress above her tits, still struggling to get it over her shoulders, she managed to turn around toward him and undulate her hips up against him, feeling his limp cock against her cunt mound. He was too tall for his cock to touch her cunt, but she felt it up higher in her cunt-hair.
While he pulled the dress up over her shoulders, she rolled her hips up against his cock a second time and heard him suck his breath in. All too soon, he got the dress up off her shoulders and pulled it off her arms.
"Thanks, honey," she said as she tossed the dress over a chair and reached for her bra while he turned toward the bed.
"Honey, I hate to be such a nuisance but I need help again. The hook on this bra won't work."
He came back and worked on the fastener on the front of the garment. When he jerked it, she lost her balance and bumped into him, rolling her hips up as they touched. Her soft, furry cunt mound ground up against his cock again. When she looked down it wasn't as limp.
He worked on the hook and every time he jerked on it she worked her cunt up against him.
Finally, he forced the hook open and unfastened the garment. Before he could turn, she shrugged out of the scanty bra and grabbed his shoulders.
"Thanks, honey," she said. "Mmmmmm."
Pushing her hard nipples against him, she hugged him and gave him a wet kiss. His cock, longer now though not hard, pushed down against her pubic mound, the cock-head almost at her cunt.
While Joe went to the bed, Linda sauntered to the dresser, grinding her hips as she went, picked up the brush and restored her hair that had been mussed. She worked her hips as she bumped and ground her way back to the bed, stepped out of her shoes, and lay back.
She smiled at Joe while she put a firm hand on his chest and rubbed the skin affectionately. Joe's chest swelled as he inhaled fully while she caressed his skin. She moved her hand down on his stomach.
When her hand brushed his thick groin-hair, his cock was turning stiff and just rising above his belly. He half rose and said, "Do you want to do it?"
"Sure, honey," she said, "but not right away. Let me hold you a little first. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure." He shrugged. "Okay."
Her hand encircled his cock. It was hard now and throbbed slightly in her hand. He reached out and put a hand on her wrist. She took that hand and guided it to her thigh and urged it higher.
He cupped her blonde mound in his hand and squeezed gently. When his grip loosened she rolled her hips up a little. When his hand tightened again it was right over her cunt.
He started to move away but she pressed his hand back and twisted her other leg out. Her skin tingled as two fingers went through the fold, touching her inner cunt-lips.
She guided his hand on her cunt, sliding it up and down as she rocked her hips with the movement. He started to pull away but she held his hand down firmly…
"We'll do it in just a minute, honey," she said. "I promise. But first, hold me here with both hands.?
While she still held his rigid prick in her hand, he reached over with his other hand and passed his fingertips over her cunt. He smiled and his chest swelled as though the smell of her perfume pleased him.
Finally, he lurched around, pulling his cock from her hand. He got on his knees below her feet while she spread her legs apart.
It was with relief that she saw him reach out with his hands for her cunt. He worked his fingers down to the inner coot-lips and worked them up and down on the tender tissue as she had shown him with her hand.
"Linda, I'm sorry about what I said this morning. I guess it's okay to hold your cunt this way. If it makes you happy, I'm glad to do it."
The dresser mirror was to her side so she got a sideways view of the action, out of her direct sight, beyond her mound. His fingertips worked methodically up and down, all the way from the back edge of her cunt to the front where the folds came together.
After a time, moisture glistened on his fingers, and he gripped the soft tissue tighter while he worked up and down. The tighter he gripped her, the more his motions tingled.
She found her hips undulating in time to his movements, rocking her cunt up toward him when his fingers slipped down on her. His motions were more awkward than Dave's, but they gave her the same kind of pleasure.
He looked up and said, "You're sure this is what you want, Linda?"
"Oh yes, honey. In just a little we'll do it like always, but please keep it up a little longer."
When he looked back down at her body, his expression seemed interested but he kept his eyes averted from her cunt.
She held her tits in her hands and twisted them and squeezed them as she pinched the nipples. The tingling changed to a nice aching feeling.
Joe was gripping her harder and working his fingers faster as he bent and massaged her cunt-lips in his hands. The tingle there changed to an ache and it flowed through her stomach to join the pain from her tits. She felt her ass bouncing higher and higher as the delightful pain increased.
Looking over her cunt, she saw his stiff cock all wet on the end. If she continued this way, he would come outside her.
"Honey," she begged, "take me now."
He took his hands from her cunt and moved up. She held her ass up off the bed, keeping her cunt steady for his entry. His cock pushed hard against the pussy-lips and stopped, up hard against the little closed slit.
While she watched in the mirror, he forced his cock down a little harder and the head slowly spread her coot. The tight little pussy held back and stopped the head, halfway in. While he pushed relentlessly, the head shoved the lips fully open and they tightened around the hot driving shaft. The brief stab of pain made her gasp.
While she held her coot up for him, he thrust fully into her. Her hips rolled up to meet him. She came back down as he withdrew. He slammed back in and she met him, then dropped her ass down as he drew back.
He slipped his arms around her and held her up off the bed. She braced her weight on her neck and down on her splayed knees so she could ram her coot back at him as hard as he drove into her.
Her voice broke into a whimper, cut off each time he slammed the breath out of her. The harder he drove his cock down into her, the harder she slammed her cunt back up against him, faster and faster, harder and harder.
Then he drove slower and slower, still slamming into her with pile-driver force. He grunted and clenched his teeth and backed off and slammed back into her and stopped.
The hot jism shot down deep inside her as he filled her little cunt. She held her pussy up hard against him until the hot fluid stopped squirting, then slowly let her ass sink to the bed.
She opened her mouth to receive his lips as he leaned down and kissed her, still holding her tight. The kiss was long and tender. They shared each others breath.
Then he got up and slipped his arms from beneath her and lay down beside her. He put a hand on her hip and rolled her up on her side and held her close.
"Linda," he said, still breathing heavily, "that was good.?
She kissed him again and said, "That’s the best we’ve ever done. Hope you aren’t mad about the playing around at first.?
"No. I kind of liked it too. This kind of playing’s okay. Don’t ask me to do sixty-nine though. That’s no good.?
"Okay, honey,?she said. "I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want. Ready to sleep now??
"I’m ready.?
Joe was snoring in a minute. Lying close against him, Linda felt happy. She hadn’t come but this was the best shed ever done with him. Maybe, if she could get him to loosen up and try some other things, she’d make it yet.