WidowsWalk

by Genevieve Ash

  Kicking her legs and pounding her fists, she squealed with unconfined joy. She knew it was a little crazy but she wanted to be with him, so why not? The practical side of her nature was reminding her to think about it carefully. She shouldn’t take off on a whim. Sure, Tom was a big boy but the feelings of another human being were involved here.

  Maybe he did this with all of them, she reasoned. All those women…this was probably no big deal to him.

  It’s just a few days and he needs something to help pass the time. Maybe I should be offended rather than pleased. If he needs a distraction, I am sure he can find someone there. Lindy! For crying out loud just go and have fun. Everything does not have to be analyzed to death. Life is a series of adventures and you are long overdue for a journey. You’re brave—or would your grandmother say you’re being bold in the voice she reserved for “other” girls?

  Lindy shook her head, laughing. She was a mature, independent woman and she needed to pack. A shopping trip might be in order first, she thought as her calm returned. Where on earth would I find a lingerie store in this small village?

  The sound of her phone startled her. Unknown caller. She knew it might be a wrong number but her heart skipped a beat just the same.

  “Hello, “she said shakily.

  “Hello, Lindy.” Tom’s voiced melted her resolve as it trickled into her ear.

  “Tom, hi—uh, how—um, are you?” Lindy stuttered through her words, trying to get a grip.

  “I am fine. Don’t be nervous, Lindy.”

  “I’m not nervous—just surprised to hear your voice.”

  “I thought it would be easier than texting the arrangements.”

  “I have to admit I haven’t had time to check into it yet.” Her voice shook.

  “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

  “No, it’s just—well it’s only been a few hours.”

  “I know. I am teasing you, love,” he said warmly.

  “Oh right, sorry.” She wondered if the “love” thing was just a British standby or it meant something more. It had surprised her to hear people calling each other “my lover” in the village post office.

  “Listen, I know it is short notice but I have a friend who runs a charter flight business. He has a flight into Palma on Saturday and I have made arrangements for a seat for you.”

  “Saturday! That’s the day after tomorrow. I am not sure I’ll be ready.”

  “Lindy, toss a bathing suit and toothbrush in your purse and you’ll be ready. I want to show you all the sensual delights Palma has to offer.”

  “Oh Tom,” she practically moaned.” I don’t know that I will ever be ready for that.”

  “Well, Lindy, it is time you were. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. At first…”

  Lindy could feel the moisture pooling at the opening of her core as the pressure began to build. She held her breath, thinking if he didn’t stop talking like that she might actually come. Just from his voice without any details. Good Lord, girl, you are out of control.

  “Lindy, are you still there?”

  “Yes of course, Tom. I was just…”

  The sound of Tom’s velvety chuckle rang through the phone and Lindy knew the shudder of her breath that followed was loud and clear on his end.

  “Breathe and relax, girl. I would like you to arrive in one piece.”

  “I will. I’ll be fine, Tom. Thank you.” She pulled her patrician New England manner out of her ass along with her head. She wasn’t about to give up control that easily.

  “Of course, Belinda. My sister will drive you to the New Quay airstrip. She’ll pick you up at 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning. I will be waiting for you when you arrive—all right?”

  “All right then.” Lindy giggled. “See you soon, Tom.”

  “See you. Oh, and Lindy?”

  “Yes, Tom?”

  “Leave your inhibitions at home. You won’t need them here.”

  Lindy’s sharp intake of breath was her only response before she heard the line go dead.

  Well, I never. She was a bit agitated with his arrogance. Maybe she “never” had—but perhaps he was right and it was time she did. Arrogance might not always be the kindest of qualities but it made its purpose known in the cleanest and often quickest of ways. That appealed to Lindy’s practical nature.

  * * * * *

  Lindy felt a bit awkward riding to the airstrip with Sarah. She wondered how many times his sister had managed Tom’s women. She tried to keep the conversation light and Sarah seemed genuinely pleased that Tom had invited Lindy on the trip. The plane was cozy but looked to be brand new, a pretty little ten-seat, twin-engine turboprop. Lindy tried to remain calm. Smaller doesn’t mean less safe, right?

  As the English coast disappeared Lindy stared out at the bright sun shining on the clouds. She knew the ocean loomed deep and cold beneath her but certainly life would not be so cruel as to take her now. She had begun a journey that would take her places she had only imagined in her stories—or would it?

  Chapter Seven

  The plane landed at Aeropuerto de Palma de Mallorca and Lindy let go of her tightly held breath. The palm trees swayed in the hot wind and she smiled, proud of herself for saying yes. As they taxied to a stop and waited for the crew to open the door and unfold the steps, Lindy saw Tom waiting for her behind the metal fence. He looked tanned and rested and—hopeful.

  She descended the rickety steps slowly in her high-heeled sandals. The scarlet-red shoes matched the profusion of poppies that sprouted on her full-skirted sundress. As she reached the runway, a gust of wind took her by surprise and she reached up to keep her wide-brimmed hat in place.

  Unfortunately her save would have been better served on her skirt. The dress billowed in the breeze, exposing her matching red panties. Tom’s warm laugh could be heard above the din of the aircraft and she smiled.

  He reached for her carry-on and slung it over his shoulder before kissing her cheek.

  “Nice preview, Lindy. I like red.” A tiny tingle inside her began to grow and the warm breeze blowing at her skirt was doing little to dry her damp panties.

  Tom tossed her bags into the back of an open Jeep and reached for Lindy’s hat.

  “It looks lovely, just like a movie star’s, but I’m afraid it won’t work in the Jeep.”

  Lindy looked at his tousled hair and sun-warmed skin. The khaki shorts were fitted and the pale-blue shirt highlighted his eyes.

  I went to all the trouble of hair, makeup, manicure and new dress and he shows up in shorts and t-shirt looking a thousand times better than me? So not fair.

  Lindy was glad to see him. She really had missed him this time.

  Tom helped her into the Jeep and opened the glove box. Pulling out a length of twine, he handed it to her. “Here, tie your hair back.”

  “What, with this? I—”

  “It will get tangled if you don’t.” Lindy did not want to be a prima donna. She found it sweet he would even think about it. It wasn’t as if they were going off-roading but she wound the twine around her hair in a close ponytail anyway.

  Tom left the airport and pulled into traffic. The flow of cars moved quickly and Lindy clutched the dashboard for dear life. Darting and dodging, Tom made a wide left and headed down a road close to the waterfront.

  With the wind in her hair and the sun on her face, Lindy let go of pretense and laughed fully. Tom shifted gears and then squeezed her hand. A little tour of the breathtaking scenic back roads and he headed into town.

  Pulling to the curb, he walked to her side and helped her down from the Jeep. As she stumbled, Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and steadied her. He whispered in her ear. “Those strappy little sandals should be worn in our bed, not on the uneven streets of Palma.”

  “That may be so but I assure you I can manage.”

  “I have no doubt, Belinda. I forgot who I was talking to.”

  His tone was curt and Lindy felt a bit awkward. Maybe this was a mistak
e. After all what did they really know about each other? On the outside it appeared they were very different. Their conversation was often tinged with disdain. If it was just about sex, then Lindy might as well lay back, spread her legs and enjoy it.

  Tom led her to a table at the outdoor café on the corner. He ordered a bottle of wine and together they selected several small plates from the local delicacies on the menu.

  “Lindy, can we start over? I am a bit nervous too.”

  “Sorry, Tom. I just—well, the traveling, all the excitement. I didn’t mean to sound difficult. Thank you for inviting me.”

  “It’s my pleasure and you have nothing to apologize for. I have never done this before.”

  Tom was usually not at a loss for words and Lindy found his vulnerability refreshing.

  “Done what?” She laughed.

  “Invited a woman to stay with me.”

  “Oh, you normally love ’em and leave ’em, huh?”

  The look of pain in Tom’s eyes didn’t really seem like hurt. Lindy thought it was something more.

  “I am sorry, Tom. I didn’t mean—gosh I am making a mess of things.”

  “Will you quit apologizing? I suppose I have given you every reason to believe that. I am—complicated.”

  Lindy couldn’t believe that a man was admitting this to her. She wanted to think he was a dog like all the others. It made it easier when the inevitable heartache paid a visit. But she needed to at least give him a chance.

  “Well, Tom, so am I. I guess we have more in common than we thought.”

  “How was your flight?”

  “Uneventful, thanks.” He squinted in the sunshine, but Lindy could tell he was staring at the generous mound of cleavage pouring out of the top of her dress. Her nipples were instantly hard and peeked out from the thin cotton.

  “Cold, Lindy?” he asked, his tongue tracing his bottom lip.

  “No, fine, thank you.” Lindy crossed her legs and swung the top one nervously. She could feel the excitement building within her and suddenly she was hungry for more than lunch.

  As if on cue the waiter brought the plates of tapas to the table and the aroma of food made her rethink her priorities. Sharing the assorted choices and the wine, they relaxed into an easy conversation. They talked about her novel and the repairs on his boat, the weather and what they might see while she was here.

  The undercurrent of desire held a steady pull on both of them as they pretended to be content. Lindy insisted on paying the check—it was the least she could do since Tom had arranged and paid for her flight and she assumed she’d be sharing his hotel room as well.

  She knew Tom was uncomfortable but she slid it to the waiter when he wasn’t looking. She had always paid her own way and now would be no different. She didn’t need someone to take care of her—she just wanted someone to love her and let her return that love. Not just someone but Tom.

  “Come, love.” He rose and stretched out his hand. Lindy couldn’t help but giggle as she realized his words might be enough to actually make it happen.

  He drove to the small, quaint hotel in silence. It was in the older part of the city and embodied the feel of the island. The terra cotta walls were broken by dark woodwork and the wooden stairs creaked noisily as she followed behind Tom and her luggage.

  He turned the brass key in the lock and motioned for Lindy to go in ahead of him. She hesitated briefly before plunging headfirst into unsure territory. The room was dark, the shades drawn to keep out the afternoon sun. A quiet darkness filled the space. The antique bed rose high off the floor, covered with a soft, faded quilt. The wine had made her sleepy and she longed to crawl between the cool sheets.

  “Good Lord, woman, what did you pack?” Tom asked as he dropped her heavy bags.

  “Always be prepared, that’s my motto.”

  “Prepared for what—a nuclear holocaust?”

  “Very funny. Quit complaining. You, my dear Tom, will be lucky recipient of my style show.” She thumped her finger against his chest playfully.

  “Oh. I hope you brought some naughty things?”

  “You will just have to wait and see.”

  Tom reached out and cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze. “I can’t wait.” He looked at her intently.

  “Tom, I need a shower. I am hot and dirty.”

  “Just how I like you.”

  Lindy kissed him, letting her tongue slip inside his mouth briefly before heading for the bathroom and closing the door. She stepped into the tepid water and let it cool her body and her libido.

  Okay, girl, get a grip. You can do this. Just because he is experienced doesn’t mean you can’t seduce him. He did invite you, didn’t he?

  Lindy stepped under the spray and began to wash her hair. She heard the shower door close and before she could wipe the shampoo from her eyes, Tom’s hands were on her tummy and his erection was pressing into her bottom. Sighing, she settled back against him and let him explore her.

  Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them together and let his thumbs flick across her nipples. Lindy’s knees grew weak. Tom held her steady and turned her to face him. Pushing her wet hair from her face, he kissed her so deeply that Lindy groaned right into his mouth.

  His hands were everywhere—sliding in the slippery suds, whisking the water from her skin. He washed her, his fingers slipping and sliding with ease over her body. Lindy moaned as the pleasure filled her.

  Tom pushed two fingers inside her and began a steady rhythm, pumping against her G-spot. His arm around her shoulders, he held her up as the orgasm blew through her without much warning. The hot gush of her release was washed away by the cool water.

  Lindy smiled at him and tried to steady herself. She could see the need heavy in his eyes. Holding on to his shoulders, she lowered to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, cupping his balls in one hand, stroking along the length of him with her other.

  She sucked and licked and teased him with the tip of her tongue, running it over the smooth head of his cock and letting it press into the top of her tongue. Breathing in, she opened her throat to take him deeper, gripping his hips with both hands to control him.

  Tom groaned as she moved back and forth over the length of him. His thickness choked her a little but she loved the feel of him in her mouth, loved the taste of him on her tongue. Reaching for his balls, she held them in her hands and pressed her index finger on the delicate flesh just behind.

  “Oh fuck, Lindy. That feels so good. I’m so close.”

  Lindy moaned. She loved the feeling of giving him pleasure. She increased her tempo.

  His hands were in her hair. “Please, you have to stop. I want you now.”

  Lindy did not miss a beat. He hadn’t stopped her, so maybe he was just talking.

  Tom pulled her off his cock by her hair and lifted her to her feet. Turning off the water, he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around Lindy’s trembling frame.

  Dripping on the tiles, they kissed and embraced, making their way to the bed. Falling together, they bounced on the firm mattress and Tom flipped her to her back. He lifted himself to his elbows and Lindy could see the desire in his eyes.

  “Lindy, I—”

  “Tom, it’s okay. We are here together. It is enough.” Lindy didn’t know when she had become calm enough to take control of the situation but she wanted this so desperately. She suddenly knew what to do to make it happen.

  Tom breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed. After donning a condom, he lifted her legs so that her feet were flat on the bed. Wriggling her hips, she pressed her heat against his rock-hard cock. Tom slid his hand under her bottom and lifted her hips. Lindy took a deep breath and held it. The first thrust was so intense Lindy knew she would never forget the moment. The feeling of fullness and completeness as he pushed into her surprised her as he stretched her to her limits physically and emotionally.

  Tom wriggled his hips, settling deeply into her core. The feeling of her tight heat was ove
rwhelming him and he wanted to explode inside her. He prided himself on his ability to give pleasure but at this rate he would be taking without remorse.

  Looking into Lindy’s eyes he saw—what? Desire, yes, need, definitely—but there was something else. Fear, perhaps? Oh God, I can’t do this. She needs so much more than I can give. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

  “Tom, look at me.” He opened his eyes and saw her trusting gaze. God, she was beautiful. He knew he was in way over his head but he decided to go for it.

  “You are so beautiful, so sweet. I don’t want to hurt you.” He started to move slowly inside her.

  “I am a big girl. I want to be with you even if only for a little while.”

  Tom had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. She was beautiful and smart and funny—and she cared for him in a way he did not even care for himself. Her gift was being able to get what she needed by giving what came naturally. Her care, her love, poured out of her without cease and Tom knew it wasn’t calculated—it was simply who she was.

  He pushed all the way into her once more and Lindy rose to meet him. He stroked slowly and thoroughly. Continuing the pace, he watched Lindy’s face change before his eyes. Her skin was flushed a pretty shade of pink, her eyes narrowing catlike as she moaned and moved along with him.

  The walls of her cunt were tightening. He could feel the contours change as she grew ready for what he had to give. She was soaking wet and he slid easily in and out.

  Lindy wrapped her legs around his back and raised her hips higher to take him deeper. He moved faster and she met his thrusts. He watched Lindy’s head drop back and her eyes roll up. The sounds of her passion were urging him on as he drove her closer and closer.

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “So good, Tom. Just like that.”

  “Like this?” He moved his hips side-to-side, his pelvis hard against her sex.

  “Ooh, that is—”

  “What, love?” Tom continued to stroke, pausing only to grind his hips into hers and move against her clit. His cock was so hard and his balls were full, drawn up tight. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before.