I didn’t think I had ever been so aroused. I’d never had a woman have such a long or loud orgasm before. I kissed my way up to her mouth, making a brief stop at each nipple along the way. My raging cock just barely touched her wet pussy as I reached her mouth and we began to kiss. She licked my chin and sucked my lips, cleaning her juices off of everything but my mustache. Then she gave me a little shove to the side and rolled me over on my back.
Now it was her turn, and she began kissing her way down my body, flicking her tongue over my nipples and making me shiver. She ran her tongue down to my naval and continued to the tip of my pulsating cock. She continued licking her way down to my balls, then shifted her position so that she could reach everything easily. She gently sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time. She was so gentle that at first I was not sure what se was doing, but I knew that it felt good. Her mouth was warm and her tongue very soft as it caressed one ball and then the other.Then she slid her lips up and down the sides of my shaft, my cock half inside her mouth and her tongue filling the gap between her lips. The sensation was tremendous and I couldn’t wait for her to take my whole into her mouth. She didn’t do so right away though, she kept sliding her lips and tongue slowly up and down a few more times before lifting my cock with one finger. Now she could get the tip in her mouth and she lifted it straight up, holding the head in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head. The anticipation was driving me nuts. I wanted to grab her head in both hands and shove my rod deep into her throat, but I resisted, letting her work her magic. She was definitely taking it slow and I was not sure if that was because she was enjoying it and wanted it to last, or was deliberately teasing me, wanting me to feel the agony of anticipation and expectation without fulfillment. Just as the thought passed through my mind she began licking up and down my shaft on all sides, flipping it back and forth so she could reach all sides, then when I thought that would go on for a while, she suddenly sucked me in all the way to the back of her throat. I gasped with the pleasure, tightening the muscles of my ass as I lifted my hips off the bed. She began to suck slowly and deeply, occasionally licking around the head before pulling my length back into her mouth. This went on for a little while as my excitement slowly built, her lips only pressing softly against my ultra sensitive skin. But gradually she began to press harder with her lips, gradually increasing the tempo as her head bobbed up and down on my hardness. She knew what she was doing, that was clear. I was moaning now, and hoping that she would realize that this could not go on or I would shoot my hot cream in her mouth. She kept sucking my cock with apparent gusto and I was getting too close. “Linda, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum” I said, but she didn’t even slow down. “Oooohhh Jeeeez, I’m cumming”, I said, as I shot my cum down her throat. She held my cock in the back of her throat until I had shot several loads, then she moved her lips to the tip of my cock and just slipped the tip in and out between her lips several times quickly, sending me into another more intense orgasm. All I could do was lay there, smiling and reveling in the fact that this woman really knew how to give a blow job. She continued to suck until the last drop oozed out of me and then she moved up and laid half on top of me and snuggled close. I squeezed her close and told her how incredible that was. Then I said, “Oh great, now I’m starving and you’re not hungry”, to which she burst into giggles. “What do you say we get that fish on the fire” I said, and we both got up off the bed. We rummaged through her brothers clothes and I found some shorts and a shirt that would fit me. At that point Linda picked up her things and left the room as I put on the clothes. I descended the stairs to the kitchen but she was not there. I looked through the drawers in the kitchen and found a knife that would work for scaling and cleaning the fish, then picked up some newspaper and took the fish out to the deck. I laid the newspaper down and began cleaning the fish, occasionally looking out at the view of the lake. I finished cleaning the fish and wrapped the remains up in the paper and was about to return to the kitchen when Linda appeared in the doorway. She was now wearing a floor length blue dress with buttons from top to bottom. The bottom buttons were undone to about mid thigh with a very shapely leg favorably displayed. She had freshened up and when I came up to her I smelled a different perfume than she had worn previously. Mmmm, I said, you better get away from me or you are going to smell like fish. She moved aside and I continued into the kitchen, dropped the wad of paper into the trash and set the fish on the counter. I then washed my hands vigorously. “Do you have any Jalapenos?/”, I asked. “Yes, we have everything.” she said. I then asked if she had any lemons, and she said “we have a lemon tree on the south side of the house, come with me and I’ll show you.” We ascended the stairs to the front door and then walked up to the driveway. This was the first time I’d seen the front of the house, and directly across the road was a vineyard. She noticed me looking and told me that was their old vine zinfandel vineyard. I asked how many acres they had and she said 20. I whistled and asked what they did with the grapes. She said they sold them to Renwood who used them in their Grasper bottling. I looked at her and she said “Yep, these are some of the oldest zin vines in the state”. She then took my hand and led me around to the side of the house where they have a small orchard of fruit trees, including a lemon tree. I asked how many acres they owned Ire and she said 50. I said I was impressed as I picked a nice looking lemon. Back at the front of the house I noticed a small cottage next to the vineyard and asked who that belonged to. She said it was the residence of the vineyard manager but was currently empty. Back in the kitchen I began working on the trout and Linda began putting together a salad. First I turned the oven on to 400 degrees. I then coated the fillets with olive oil and seasoned with garlic salt and black pepper, then laid them out on tin foil. I topped them with jalapeno slices, and then squeezed lemon juice on them from the lemon ends. I then arranged lemon slices over the top and covered the whole thing in foil, sealing it tightly. “These are ready for the oven” I said. “I guess it’s time for another bottle of wine”. She looked at me and said that if I didn’t find anything to my liking in the kitchen that I could check the wine cellar. “Wine cellar? You have a wine cellar?” I asked. Linda took my hand and pulled me toward a door between the stairway and the bathroom. I had not noticed the door before. TI door was on the front side of the house and as the ground slopped up from there we only had to descend a few steps. Linda turned on the light and I found a room about 10 feet deep and 8 feet across and 8 feet high. TI left and right walls were lined with bottles to the ceiling, and the back of the room had cases of wine stacked several boxes high. I was stunned and could not find my tongue. I began looking through the bottles and found more of the same that I had found in the kitchen, only a much broader collection, including mainly American, French and Italian. I finally found my tongue and said These are the best quality, the most sought after, the most expensive wines in the world.
Why, on earth, would your parents leave These wines Ire if the don't plan to ever come back? That just doesn't make any sense to me.
Linda suddenly burst into tears. "My parents were killed in a car accident 3 weeks ago. I've been living Ire alone for 2 weeks. I didn't realize how much I needed company, needed someone, until I saw you as I rounded the point next to your little cove". TI tears were streaming down her face and her body was racked with sobs.
"Christ Linda" I said, "If I'd have known we wouldn't have...I wouldn't have..."
"No, I wouldn't change anything, it...this...you..., are just what I needed."
Linda looked up and realized that there were tears welling up in my eyes.
"Linda, I'm so sorry for your loss, I...don't know what to say.