by Guy Lilburne
I’m scared Graham, scared of what’s going to happen and how I’m going to feel. I’ve been lonely for so long, I’m not sure how to feel. It has been a hell of a long time since a man has shown any real interest in me and I think I’m going to learn the ropes all over again. I’m not sure I can remember how to act around a man anymore. Sounds pathetic doesn’t it? But it’s true. Romance and courtship went out of my window years ago. Oh well, here goes nothing. I might as well get everything out in the open sooner rather than later. What I’m trying to say is that for the past 3 or 4 years, apart from a quick hug or peck on the cheek, Nick and I don’t have a physical relationship to speak of. I can count the number of times that we have had sex in the last four years on one hand. Great marriage eh! He has sex with a phone line, not me. The last time he kissed me on the lips was New Year’s Eve, stroke of midnight 1995/6. Told you I was good with dates didn’t I? So perhaps now you’ll understand if I seem a bit nervous being with you. I probably shouldn’t be saying all this. Neither of us knows where anything will lead, but the vibes that I’m getting from you tell me you want more than just friendship. Don’t get me wrong, because I do to. I’m just trying to be honest with you, about everything. And to be very, very honest, all I want to do this minute is kiss you, like you were kissing me in my dream. But you are not here and what scares me is that, if you were here, would I be able to. You are making me feel like a school girl about to go out on a first date. I hope I haven’t scared you off already.
Take care,
Love Lou XXX
I read the letter several times. She sounded scared and cautious, but it was a lovely letter and I wanted her so much. I wasn’t expecting to see her that night but at 9.30 pm there was a knock at the front door and it was Louise. I didn’t try to hide my excitement.
“What are you doing here?”
“Some friends came round. She was my bridesmaid actually, and I told them that I had to go to Angela’s house.”
“Come in.” She followed me into the kitchen.
“Do you want coffee or something?”
“That would be nice.”
I put the coffee on while Louise watched. She stood leaning back on a work top. She looked nervous as a kitten. I smiled and walked over to her. I put my arms around her waist and she slid hers around my neck. We kissed a gentle kiss. I don’t know who was shaking more, Louise or me. The kiss continued on and on becoming more and more full and passionate. Our hands were moving over each other’s body. The coffee had finished dripping through into the pot. We took a coffee break. For the rest of the night we sat in the conservatory and chatted and kissed and chatted some more. She stayed until 11.00 p.m. before she had to leave. I felt fantastic. I had kissed Louise and it was better than I had ever dreamed about. She was tender and gentle. It felt so good, so natural, and so right. She had kissed so perfectly and every time she kissed me I got an erection. I knew when we were standing up kissing in the kitchen that she could feel it pressing against her. I had thought that maybe I should apologise, but she didn’t mention it so I didn’t. What a fantastic day it had been. It was the first time in a long time that I hadn’t ended up shagging someone on the first night…and it felt great. Louise came to see me again at 9.00 pm that Thursday night. I wasn’t expecting her and when I opened the door she stepped in and threw her arms around my neck, and we started kissing. The kissing turned into a snogging session there in the hallway. We were kissing and stroking and fondling each other over our clothing for about 10 minutes before we spoke.
“Hello” I said.
“Hello” she laughed.
She was sparkling, seemed really happy and more relaxed than usual. “I can’t stay long” she said. “Angela is babysitting and I said I’d only be an hour.” I slid my hands up onto her breasts and then my left hand up onto her neck and round to the back of her head. I gently grabbed her hair and pulled her face gently towards me for another kiss.
“I want to fuck you Louise.”
“Don’t rush it Graham. We have got all the time in the world.” She looked so sorry, but she really didn’t have to be. I wasn’t going to rush anything. I wasn’t going to do anything at all to ruin this. We spent the next hour and a half sitting in the conservatory just cuddling and holding hands. Caressing each other. Fingers stroking arms and thighs. She kept holding or stroking the inside of my thigh. It was really quite sexy and after an hour and a half of that, believe me, if she had so much as accidentally brushed a finger against my penis, it would have just exploded in her hand. She was so naturally sexy and God I wanted her so much.
Louise came round again the next night on Friday 4th August. Her mood was more sullen than the previous night. She had told her husband that she was going out with Angela. We kissed and cuddled a lot but mostly we just talked. I could sense that Louise was in a private emotional agony. She had told her husband that she wanted a divorce and wanted him out of the house. He had asked her if she was seeing someone else and she, of course, had denied it. He had half-heartedly suggested trying again. He thought that the lack of sex between them was a medical problem and that’s why he didn’t get an erection anymore with Louise. I had to laugh out loud when she told me that. I knew that he was shagging all over the place, but I still couldn’t say anything.
“Sorry about that” I said.
Her husband had then basically agreed it would be for the best. That he himself hadn’t been very happy for a few years and that he didn’t want the CSA or any solicitors involved and they could sort it out themselves.
“Are you OK Louise?”
“Yeah, I’m fine” she sighed. “I know I’m doing the right thing. There is just nothing there anymore. I was planning to leave him anyway even before you came along. I’m alright.” She didn’t sound very convincing. She stayed until about 3.00 am. I had asked her if she wanted to sleep with me that night. “Oh! I would love to Graham. I really would, but it might not be very wise tonight. I should go home. He’ll be gone soon. We’ll be together soon enough.” And with that she went. The thing that I had noticed about that night is that she had started calling me ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ and ‘mate’. Although the last one probably isn’t as endearing as the others, it was all so natural and I liked it. The chemistry between us was pulling us closer and closer together.
Louise was still talking about taking it slow and easy and I knew that she was scared about things. She was making it very clear that she was still holding back and she wasn’t ready for anything heavy. She didn’t want to even think about the future. I understood her feelings and I was happy to tag along. I was just happy to know her. Saturday 5th August was a special day. We had agreed that I wouldn’t phone her at weekends because of her husband being around, and she would phone me as, when and if she could. She phoned me during the day and asked if she could come around again later that night. She had told Nick that she was going out with Angela again. I thought she was pushing her luck with her husband. Angela only lived a couple of streets away from Louise. But I didn’t care anymore about it than Louise did. I was going to see her again and I was happy about it.
She came around at 9.00 pm that night and once again she was beaming and bubbly and happy. I liked her a lot when she was in this mood. I thought then that I had never seen a woman looking so beautiful and she was sparkling because of me. She threw her arms around me and we started kissing before I could shut the door. We kissed long and passionately.
“Wow!” I gasped. “How are you?”
“I feel fantastic and I’ve missed you.” We had a glass of wine and kissed a lot. Tonight she was different. Her sighs were different. Encouraged by her groans and sighs I started to caress her breasts over her clothes. She had fantastic full and round 38C breasts. I undid her buttons as we kissed and felt her breasts over her black silk bra. Shit it fastened at the back. That always makes it hard
er to undo! I stroked her stomach and then her thigh over the top of her black mini skirt, and then her bare knee. Gently I slid my hand along her inner thigh, up her skirt. Her skin was cool. As I slid my hand up and down her leg very slowly, I could feel her gently opening her legs wider for me, just a little at a time, each time allowing me to get nearer and nearer her pussy. I felt her silk knickers. I could feel the lips of her vagina underneath. Warm and soft. I could feel her pubic hair through her knickers and stroked her wet pussy, slipping a finger into her vagina. She was warm and wet, very wet with a delicious stickiness. As my fingers pushed deeper insider her I felt her hands grip my forearm and shoulder. I stood up and held out my hand.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
She didn’t say anything. She took my hand and I led her upstairs to my bedroom. Louise stood in the centre of my bedroom and I turned on a couple of lamps. She put her arms around me as I walked towards her again. We kissed. I undid the button and the zip of her skirt. It fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it away. I kissed her neck, down onto her breasts, slowly down onto her stomach. I flicked her belly button with my tongue. I slid her black silk knickers down over her dark smooth thighs and she stepped out of them. I kissed her thighs up onto her pubic mound. She held my head tight against her and I licked her vagina. As I got up from my knees she stepped back and lay on the bed.
“Take the top off” I whispered.
She took it off and undid her bra and slipped it off over her shoulders. She was naked and beautiful. Perfect! Her smooth dark skin, her large dark round nipples erect on her full firm breasts, her long slim legs, the black pubic hair over her pussy, neat and trimmed.
“Holy fuck!” I couldn’t stop myself from saying it out loud.
“Graham, I can’t tell you how nervous I am. I’m shaking.”
“You don’t have to be nervous, just relax. We don’t have to make love; we can just be naked together. If it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t matter. Just relax.”
She watched me as I took my clothes off and stood naked in front of her. She reached out and gently held my semi-erect penis, holding it firmly in her hand she gently pulled me towards her. I got on the bed and we wrapped around each other, arms and legs entangled as we kissed. I could feel her heart pounding as her breast squashed against my chest. I wished that the moment could last forever. It was an incredible loving feeling that washed over both of us. I moved down her body, kissing and licking, sucking and nibbling on her breasts and nipples, licking and biting her tummy. I licked her legs all the way down to her feet and sucked on her toes and then licked her legs and kissed my way back up the inside of her legs. I stopped and looked at the glistening pinkness of her vagina, exposed to me for the first time. So precious and wonderful. I took in all the lines and folds of the skin. The shape of the lips. The dark and pink colours. The black pubic hair. It was beautiful. I slowly moved closer and then started to lick her, gently flicking with my tongue. I licked her vagina and her anus, long slow licks from one to the other. I was guided to her sensitive areas and her clitoris by the sound of her gasps and her wriggling pelvic movements. Sometimes she grabbed handfuls of my hair. (Not my pubic hair!) Sometimes she was squeezing my shoulders. Sometimes she had her arms laid on the bed over her head. Sometimes she was gripping onto the headboard. She tasted delicious and she came on my tongue. After she came her clitoris became really sensitive and ticklish. She started laughing and screaming for me to stop, pushing my head away, but not too far away! It was sort of funny and sort of cute to see her suffering the exquisite sensual pain of a sensitive clitoris washed in her own delicious juices. We kissed and cuddled some more and then she pushed me over onto my back and moved her mouth over my stomach and over my thighs. I seemed to be waiting an age to feel my cock inside her mouth, but she carried on teasing me. Kissing my stomach, my thighs, and then she started licking my testicles, flicking them with her tongue. The heavy dull throbbing of my penis got stronger and stronger until it erected solid and huge. I thought the skin was going to rip open and the veins explode. She licked along the shaft. I felt her fingers grip me and pull the foreskin fully back. I gasped for breath as I felt her soft warm mouth sliding onto me, engulfing the head of my cock, her lips sliding up and down the solid throbbing shaft. I lifted her long dark hair so that I could watch her sucking on my penis. It looked fantastic and felt wonderful. She sucked me for about five minutes before I had to stop her. “Louise, stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth…….. Yet! I want to make love to you.”
I pulled her over onto her back and lay between her legs. She guided my pounding cock into her pussy with her hand and I pushed on inside her.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
I slid in and out slowly and gently in full long lengths, lubricated by her juices, my penis went in inch by inch. I pinned her arms down over her head as the intensity and the rhythm increased.
“Louise, I’m fucking you!” I knew that she had already probably guessed that but it just seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
“You certainly are” she smiled up at me.
“This feels so good. I want to fuck you forever.”
“Well, just don’t stop right now, whatever you do.”
I didn’t stop. I pushed in and out. Slid up and down. Ground around in circles, fucked her hard, fucked her slow. I pushed her legs up and pushed her knees up towards her chest so I could see myself sliding in and out of her. I watched myself fucking this beautiful woman. I was pounding into her. Quicker and harder, driving on deeper and deeper. Her moans and groans were getting louder, her gasping breath was getting quicker and shorter, and she kept shouting, ‘Yes, yes, yes’. And then ‘Agghhh!’ She came on my cock. The muscles inside her pussy grabbed me in spasm. I pushed on inside her even harder and faster. The sweat from my hair dripped down onto her tummy. I felt my sperm surge up through my penis as if it was being forced out by every muscle in my body.
“Holy Jesus!”
I exploded into her and the muscles in my bottom went into spasm. I was wriggling and thrusting and still cumming. I had cum like a train. As the surge of energy drained from my body I collapsed onto her and we stayed wrapped together, holding each other. We kissed a long passionate kiss.
“Are you on the pill Louise?”
“It’s a bit late to ask now” she laughed. “And actually I’m not, but it’s safe at the moment.”
We both laughed. We didn’t really care.
“You’ve got a sweat on mate” she said, wiping the sweat from my face.
“I must have left the central heating on.”
“Graham, it’s a bit scary. How did you get so good at this?”
I wanted to say ‘because you are absolutely gorgeous and I’m in love with you’, but I knew that she didn’t want to hear it. I could have said ‘because I’ve had loads of practice’ but that wouldn’t have sounded quite so romantic. I didn’t say anything. We lay there silent, just silent, just stroking each other. Happy together. The silence lasted a long time, but it was comfortable.
“Are you alright?” I asked. She kissed me, smiled and nodded. It was 11.30 pm and suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door.
“Oh my God!” Louise was in a panic. I looked out the window and saw it was Delia, my daughter. She was supposed to be staying at her friends that night, but she had changed her mind and come home.
“It’s alright. It’s Delia.” We scrambled to get dressed.
“Wait for me” said Louise as we went down the stairs.
I let Delia in and there were smiles and embarrassed looks all round. Delia went to bed after a few minutes and Louise whispered to me,
“I’ve got my knickers on back to front.”
We fell about laughing and I watched her correct the situation. I stopped her before she pulled her knickers
back up and I kissed her pussy.
“Is this mine now?” I asked.
“It sure is.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
“I’ll look after it.”
“I know you will.”
We kissed some more and Louise went home at about midnight.
“I’ll ring you tomorrow” she shouted from the road. When Louise didn’t ring me on the Sunday I knew that something was wrong. We had agreed that I wouldn’t ring her at weekends and she would only ring me when and if she could. When she didn’t ring I just knew she had changed her mind. I waited all day and felt myself sinking into a state of sadness and self-pity. As darkness fell it got even worse and I was awake all night. I was on annual leave from work for two weeks and I had all the next day to sit and wait for the phone call that never came. What had I done wrong? Louise rang me at 6.00 pm on Monday.
“Graham, I’m sorry. I just can’t do this!”
“It’s OK. I already knew. Have you told your husband about us?”
“Yes. I have told him everything.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, it was yesterday and he just asked me if I was seeing someone else, and I couldn’t answer him. Then he knew that I was. He kept shouting ‘you are, aren’t you?’ and I just said ‘yes’. He went mad, shouting that he was going to kill the bastard and asking me who it was. I told him it was you.”
“Oh! Thanks.”
“Oh don’t worry. When I told him it was you, he stopped threatening to kill you. I think you are a bit too big for him to hit. I told him about last year and about now.”
“Did you tell him that we made love?”
“Yes. He said ‘did you fuck him?’ and I said “Yes. Last night for the first time.” He wanted to know if you had fucked me in our house, and then he wanted to know where we had made love. I said that it didn’t matter, but he kept shouting that he wanted to know. He asked me if you had cum inside me and if you had made me cum”.
