The text came while I was watching the baseball all-star game, a glass of wine on the night stand next to the couch, my lab nuzzled up comfortably on my lap, snoring contentedly. It wasn't quite dark out, just shy of 9 PM on a sultry mid-July evening.
"Would you come over and climb into bed with me?"
I had a decision to make. It took me about a nanosecond. What the hell, it was only an all-star game.
My lab forlornly watched me as I scrambled out the door after a lightning-quick shower and grabbing another bottle of wine. See you in the morning, big fella. Daddy needs to mount something.
I'd met Lynn on-line only a few days before and we'd already shared enough steamy texts to fry a phalanx of smart phones. Oh, and she also had forwarded, as if I needed further enticement, one naked photo of herself, naked and bound upright, her thong pulled down around her thighs, adorned in the obligatory fuck-me pumps. Those kind of photos serve to capture my interest.
It didn't hurt that Lynn was absolutely stunning, a Gwyneth Paltrow look-alike with bigger tits. Much bigger tits. A truly classically beautiful face and a body that would have put women half of her forty-seven years old to shame.
And did I mention really big tits? Just checkin'.
In my haste to depart, I eschewed any navigational systems, so it took me about twice as long to finally find her house as would normally be needed. But, upon arrival at her front door, it was well worth the wait. I would have taken a one-way shuttle to the dark side of the moon for this vision of loveliness.
She peeked almost shyly from the doorway. As I approached, I could see that she was dressed in a sheer white baby-doll nightie. Yum. She pulled me inside by the hand lightly and we kissed softly, two sets explorative lips seeking each other. Then we kissed again, this time a bit deeper, more hungrily. Her mouth was warm, wet, and her kisses were one of a shy seductress, but indicative of the passion to ensue.
A very good start.
She released the kiss and reached for the bottle in my hand. "You brought some wine, thank you!" she exclaimed in her little-girl-like voice. The voice was such a dichotomy from the stunning forty-seven year old beauty in front of me, but only added to the overall allure. As if the rest of her virtues weren't enough, the voice only served as another aphrodisiac.
She made a shushing motion with a finger to her lips as she led me to the living room and placed me down on the couch in front of her television, again kissing me. I watched her silently as our lips met. She was indescribably pretty, and her sensational body was silhouetted through the sheer fabric of the nightie which barely covered her luscious ass. I was barely focused on her words as she rose up suddenly.
"Put on whatever you want. Some porn, maybe? I have to go make sure my son gets to sleep."
She left me there with a monumental decision as I fiddled with the remote. Pay-per-view porn with a young son in the next room, or the all-star game?
America's two favorite pastimes.
I opted for baseball, although I wasn't at all interested in the outcome anymore. I was just finding out that the American League, as usual, was beating the National League when she emerged from the hallway, her long blonde straight hair cascading down her back.
"I'm going to pour us some wine, honey. Be right back."
I admired her barely-covered rear end as she disappeared into the kitchen, my erection already at a peak. Never had I been so aroused feigning watching a baseball game.
Lynn came back with two large goblets and eased herself down next to me on the sofa. She took a generous sip of wine. "Mmmm, tastes so good."
She leaned over to kiss me, but I put up my hand. "Wait, baby," I implored.
I reached for the other goblet and took a large sip myself, and then cupped her face into my hands, cradling her head at a slight angle, opened her lips with my tongue, and pushed the wine out of my mouth and into hers, a small stream of fruity nectar languishing between her lips and down her throat slowly.
Her eyes widened as she gulped, and she exhaled sharply. "Wow!" she breathed, gasping slightly. "That was wild. Where did you learn that?"
I smiled and shrugged. She put the goblet back into my palm. "Do it again. Please!"
Give the lady what she wants, right. This time, I let the wine ease into her mouth like a soft spring rain, and she lapped and tugged at my lips like a ravenous kitten hungry for momma's milk.
I held her head back and watched the blissful look on her face. her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her goddess-like countenance.
"Fuck, that is intense," she half-giggled, half-groaned. Then her eyes became slits and she gazed at me intently, uttering the magic words, the key to the castle.
"Let's go to bed, lover."
I carried the wine glasses into the bedroom and she sat me down on the edge of the king-sized bed. She lit a candle on the night stand, and I was more than ready for the games to begin when she got up and said, "Oops, forgot something. Be right back."
My hard-on and I sat there patiently. Lynn came back with two large bottles of water. "I have a feeling we'll be needing to hydrate ourselves."
Gotta love a woman who is prepared.
She walked to the end of the bed and unraveled some red silk scarves from the covers. "Ordered these on-line for us. They just arrived today. We can tie each other up and use as blindfolds."
