I engaged in another oral tryst with Linda, but it was somewhat less than fully satisfying for me. I believe that Linda noticed this, but she did not mention it, for which I was grateful. Foreseeing the entire summer with only Linda as a substitute for my true desire produced a mood in me of understandable melancholia.
Aunt Martha noticed this, for she made concerted efforts to bring me to a more congenial state of mind. I cooperated as I could, but betimes asked her indulgence and stayed to myself, for truly, being in her presence was painful for me. Much of my time was spent riding around my uncle’s estate, eating solitary lunches and bemoaning my plight.
One rather dreary morning as I breakfasted with my hosts, Uncle John announced that he would be gone for a few days; he had gotten word by telegraph that morning that a ship in which he had a vested interest had docked and he was to oversee the disposition of his goods.
“You are welcome to come along”, my uncle said to me. “You would be on your own most of the time, but I’m sure a young man could find things of interest in London”, he continued. “It might bring you out of the funk that you seem to have gotten into.”
“Thank you, uncle,” I replied, “but I think not. I feel more comfortable here than I would wandering around London by myself.”
“As you will,” he said. “Come down if you change your mind.”
I said that I would and the conversation turned to other matters.
The rest of the morning I made desultory efforts at amusing myself, but ended up spending a good deal of time staring out the window at the intermittent rain that the wind spat against it. It was getting toward noon when Aunt Martha came to me and announced that we would be having luncheon in the parlour. I attempted to demur, but she remonstrated.
“I should say not. You’ve been moping around here all day and the weather is foul enough without your adding to the atmosphere. Come join me. ”
I realised with a pang of embarrassment that I had been indulging myself in my frustration, so I followed her into the parlour and sat beside her on the settee. The meal had already been laid and there were no servants in sight. In spite of my mood, the meal looked entirely edible; thick slices of ham and roast beef; loaves of rye and buttermilk bread; a tray full of relishes and condiments that appealed to the eyes as well as the tongue; and a bottle of red wine. She asked me to pour the wine and I did so while she began making sandwiches.
In spite of the pangs caused by her closeness, the wine and inconsequential conversation brightened my spirits and soon I was relaxed and enjoying the repast considerably. We finished the first bottle of wine with the meal and I opened the second and poured. Our conversation became somewhat more intimate as time passed and upon occasion her hand or arm brushed me pleasantly producing none of the frustration that I would have expected.
“You seem quite a bit more relaxed than earlier,” she said.
“Thanks to you,” I replied with a smile. “You knew just how to distract me from my self absorption.”
“There is still a tenseness in you,” she said, looking at me critically. “Turn around with your back toward me.”
I did so, though puzzled. Her hands rested on my shoulders and her fingers began a gentle massage that became stronger and deeper as my muscles began to relax. It was most enjoyable. Her hands began to work down the middle of my back and produced additional relaxation, as well as an incipient arousal. Shortly she asked,
“Does that relax you?”
“Immensely,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “Now you do it for me.”
Though surprised, I was not averse to her suggestion. I turned to her to find that she was turning her back to me; she parted her hair at her neck with her hands and pulled it in front of her so as to give access to her neck and shoulders. I began a gentle massage that seemed to please her so I increased the pressure slightly and added a few light caresses to the sides of her neck. I must confess that this was adding to my arousal and I had to adjust my position slightly as I remembered a previous resolution to purchase looser trousers. She reached up to her left shoulder with her right hand and slid the top of her dress over her shoulder then did the same to the right. Looking over her shoulder I saw that she had loosened the top few buttons of her dress and had exposed a most enticing portion of cleavage.
My hands were now free to explore the exposed flesh of her neck and shoulders and I wasted no time in continuing the massage, alternating with caresses. I did not dare hope that this would prove to be a fulfillment of my fantasies; I continued my touches in a suspension of thought.
She gave a small sigh and a slight sinuous movement of her torso. She arched her neck slightly as she did this; I looked down the front of her dress and gained the sight of a broader expanse of her breasts than I had had previously. Again I had to adjust my position, then realised that I had no control over my desires; I would throw caution to the wind and accept what came. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the base of her neck. Feeling no resistance I began moving up her neck adding more kisses. A deep chuckle issued from her lips and thus boldened I reached around and grasped her magnificent breasts in my hands. She leaned backward slightly to give me better purchase and I began massaging her breasts and kissing the side of her neck with growing excitement. After a few moments she pushed my hands away gently, reached up and brought her dress off her shoulders and round her waist and put my hands on her naked breasts. The dark aureoles and distended nipples were sweet to both my eyes and hand; they both received their shares.
She turned around, clasped my head in both hands and gave me a deep and passionate kiss.
“Your room,” she whispered. “I’ll go first, then you follow in five minutes. The servants have the day off but I want to take no chances.”
I nodded in agreement fearing that my mouth would not be able to function at my command. She smiled and gave me a light kiss, rearranged her dress and headed for the stairs.
That wait was the most excruciating of my life. There was no timepiece available, so I had not the slightest objective measurement of time’s passage. Thus, one moment I felt that I had hours to wait and that I would prove to be incapable of restraint and the next moment I felt as though I had been sitting there forever. Finally I could endure it no longer and arose with utmost urgency, fairly racing up the stairs.
She was lying in my bed, covers to her waist with her clothing discarded in a pile on the floor near the door. I rapidly added mine to the pile and slid between the sheets next to her. She turned toward me and embraced me passionately, urgently pressing her lips to mine. I returned the kiss, sliding my hand down her back and onto her buttock. She pushed her pelvis toward me inviting further gluteal exploration. This I did, laying my middle finger between her cheeks and lightly rubbing it against her nether sphyncter. Her hips gave small thrusts as I did so.
She pulled back from me and got to her knees. Pulling the sheets from the bed she pushed me on my back then turned herself so that her head was toward the foot of the bed and got atop me. This caused her quim and clitoris to be fully exposed to my sight and as I quickly realised, to my tongue. As I reached forward to drink from her pool of Venus, her lips captured my member and the head slid deeply into her mouth. My member was sliding in and out of her mouth with the most incredible sensations centered at the base of my spine as I applied my tongue to the source of her nectar. I pushed it in as far as I could and moved it around first in a circular motion and then in and out. This was met with a gratifying thrusting of her hips as though to push it in even further. I then began a vigorous lapping of her love button that produced a series of moans from her, coupled with a circular motion of her hips. I was wondering how long I was going to be able to hold out when she pulled herself away.
She sat atop me facing me and immediately reached down, grabbed my manhood and put its tip against her opening. Slowly she began to rock back and forth inserting my organ an inch more with each backward movement. I vowed not to enter her with one thrust as I had done previously but let her do that which gave her the most pleasure. The insertion was completed with one final thrust; she leaned forward and rested her palms on my chest and began rocking. The expression on her face was one of unbridled lust and enjoyment and this added much to my own pleasure. I reached up and grasped her breasts, massaging them in time to her thrusting.
Little moans began to come from her throat as she increased the rhythm of her movements. My own passion was rising with hers and each stroke produced a sensation that I felt could not be equaled or surpassed; until the next one came.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Now, now.”
These sounds, harkening back to her climax of our previous encounter, were enough to send me over the top. As my member spurted its juices into her love canal she leaned forward and grasped me in a tight embrace with both arms and legs and her body convulsed with ecstasy. The convulsions continued for what seemed to be an interminable time, then slowly subsided. We lay in sated exhaustion for a few moments as our breathing returned to normal; she then gave me a slow, lazy kiss and moved off me to my side with my arm around her. Her head rested on my chest.
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