She learned about sex from one of the farm hands behind the old barn a few hundred feet from her parent’s house.
When he left, she learned from other workers on the farm, most times in the barn, but other times out in a field, in the woods, or the backseat of a car.
College expanded her interests in and experiences with sex. She experiment with other women; had multiple partners; and even seduced a faculty member or two.
When she was home during college breaks and summers, she continued to swap body fluids with farm hands, but concentrated her sexual adventures with salesmen who would visit the farm.
Equipment salesmen, feed salesmen, it didn’t matter. She did most of them wherever she could find some privacy; in their trucks or cars, the barn, behind other buildings, in the farmhouse itself, or down the road in the woods.
Her parents were proud of their farm and bragged how companies that made farm equipment or feed wanted to have their products used by and seen on their farm. And how salesmen wanted to give them free parts or equipment, or feed, or were happy to stay overnight and enjoy an evening meal and farm breakfast.
Little did they know.
Linda was smart, near the top of her class in college, and very attractive. She had no problem finding a job and rising through the ranks with her employer.
I met her on an adult dating site when she was in her early thirties and the head of the installation department for a company that installed large, mainframe computers.
There were no expectations of us ever meeting, particularly since her work territory was Michigan, south to Texas, and west to California and the west coast. She had never even travelled in the east, where I was located.
Initially, we communicated by email, and then directly by phone, sharing stories, experiences, and interests, eventually entering the world of phone sex.
I would get calls, sometimes late at night or in the early morning hours.
“Hi,” she would say with a sultry voice.
“I’m in Houston,” or some other big city.
“Can you help me go to sleep?”
She would masturbate; I would talk dirty to her; and vice versa until we both had cum.
She shared some pictures with me, but none which showed her face. She had a terrific body, on the slim side, with large, firm breasts, perfect silver dollar sized nipples, shaved pussy, nice legs and a great ass. It was easy to understand why men took an interest in her.
Things changed when her company was bought by another main frame installer.
Her territory didn’t change, but now there were meetings she was required to attend in Hartford, Connecticut.
I wasn’t far from Hartford. Better yet, I was only about an hour’s drive from Springfield, MA; Hartford is only about a half hour drive from Springfield.
We made plans to meet in the lobby of a hotel in downtown Springfield and to see where things went from there.
She flew into Bradley International Airport in Connecticut on a Friday morning, rented a car, drove to Hartford and checked into the hotel room her company had rented for her. Once settled in, she drove to Springfield.
I drove to Springfield, got a room at the hotel, and, dressed in a suit and tie, went down to the lobby to wait for her, anxious and nervous.
I was reading the newspaper when I heard her approaching footsteps on the tile floor of the lobby. I folded the newspaper and looked up in her direction.
She was gorgeous!
Tall, long over-the-shoulder length, strawberry blonde, wavy hair, more strawberry than blonde, bright red lipstick, a navy blue suit jacket, jeans, dark blue high heels, and a red and white scarf around her neck.
Given our history, the phone sex, and our discussions about our sexual interests, we both laughed when each of us extended our hand to shake hands.
We walked across the lobby to the hotel bar, sat at a table and ordered a red wine for her and something stronger for me.
We settled in, made small talk about her flight to Connecticut and drive to Springfield.
When her wine glass was low, I asked her if she wanted another.
“You don’t have to get me all liquored up,” she said.
That got a laugh out of both of us and broke any tension that might have been between us.
“Did you get a room?” she inquired.
“I did,” I answered, confidently.
“Is there any need to have another drink?” she asked.
“Not really,” I acknowledged.
“Shall we?” she said, gesturing back towards the hotel elevators.
I got up and helped her out from behind the table; we walked to the elevators and went to the 10 th floor.
Once inside the room, she went right to the large picture window that looked out over the Connecticut River.
“Beautiful view,” she said.
I took off my suit jacket, threw it on the bed and walked over beside her. She turned and took my arm in her arm.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you. You’re exactly like I pictured you.”
She was confident and self-assured; she had done this before.
She loosened my tie and I undid the top button to my shirt.
“How much time do we have?” I inquired.
“I have just tonight,” she said,
“I’m sorry! I have a very early breakfast meeting that I have to be at. Is that alright?” she asked.
We kissed. Softly at first; then a little harder and deeper; eventually swirling our tongues together.
“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she whispered. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Do you remember your promise to me?” She asked with a coy smile.
Fortunately, I had remembered.
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you a man that keeps his promises?”
One of Linda’s favorite things was anal sex. Way back a couple of dozen phone sex sessions ago, she had asked if we ever met would I fuck her in the ass. I had said yes.
“Promise me?” she had asked.
“I promise,” I had said.
I walked over to my briefcase, opened it and took out a condom and a bottle of KY lubrication. Walking back toward her, I showed her both. She smiled.
“Will you do it real slow?” she asked, as our lips touched again.
“Of course,” I whispered.
“Ever since we agreed to meet I’ve thought about you fucking me in the ass, real slow, teasing me, until I couldn’t stand it anymore,” she said with a smile.
Our lips barely touched, but the tips of our tongues waged a wet battle.
“Will you cum all over my back and ass?”
“Yes.”
Her hard nipples were bulging out of her blouse. I ran the tips of my fingers over them, eliciting a few moans of pleasure.
She removed her jacket; I removed my shirt and tie.
She took my arm and walked me over to the only chair in the room, and invited me to sit.
Linda stood in front of me and removed her shoes, blouse and jeans. Her tits were big, and I couldn’t wait to see them.
She had on a skimpy pair of panties.
Standing maybe four or five feet from me she removed her bra letting two absolutely superb breasts fall out. They were large; but they were also firm, standing up and out.
Her large nipples were hard and pointy.
She cupped her boobs in her hands and played with them for a few seconds while I watched. My already hard shaft got harder. She squeezed and pulled on her nipples, letting a little purr out of her sensuous, partly open red lips.
Then, raising each breast to her mouth, she sucked on each nipple, alternating several times.
She started to remove her panties, but I held out my hand and stopped her.
“A man should always remove a woman’s panties” I stated.
She moved over next to me and I slid her panties down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, I ran my fingertips softly and slowly up the inside of her leg until I touched her pussy with my fingers. She moaned a little, threw her head and hair back and slightly spread her legs giving me access to her wet slit.
I ran my fingers lightly over her pussy and ass, and watched the pleasure spread across her face.
I started to unzip my pants and take out my aching shaft, but Linda stopped me.
“That’s a woman’s job,” she said.
I could already feel myself beginning to sweat.
She stood in front of me with her hands at her side. Her body was stunning and she was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew it. She was confident in her looks, her body and her sexual abilities, and it showed; the way she stood, the way she walked, the angle of her head, the look on her face.
She knelt down in front of me, removed my shoes and socks, then slid my pants off and removed my shorts.
My swollen cock popped out, already wet with oozing pre-cum.
“Ooooh, a big one,” she said.
“I told you I was bigger than most guys,” I reminded her.
“Yes, but not this big and thick.”
She had soft hands, long fingers and long red fingernails. When she lightly ran her hands and fingers over my shaft it not only tickled, but it sent waves of pleasure through my body.
She licked and sucked on the swollen head, looking into my eyes. She stroked my cock with both hands, milking the pre-cum out and letting it run down my shaft and over her fingers. Her mouth was warm and wet.
Her bright red lips were a sharp contrast to my dick as she maneuvered her mouth up and down my shaft.
She played with my manhood for several minutes, demonstrating her expertise at cock sucking.
Watching a beautiful lady, with red, wet lips, make love to my manhood, and taking all of it in her mouth, had me on the verge of cuming within just a few minutes.
“Let’s switch,” I said, enjoying her mouth but not wanting to cum yet.
Linda sat down and I maneuvered between her legs.
Her fuck hole was smooth and wet.
In addition to recalling my promise regarding anal sex, I also remembered Linda’s forewarning from several months earlier. She had a larger than usual clit and some guys shied away from it; some were reluctant to even touch it.
I parted her swollen lips and there it was, bulging and, it seemed to me, throbbing or pulsating. It was as big as a cashew nut (if cashews are indeed nuts), and reddish gray in color. Compared to others that I have had the pleasure of playing with, her clit was enormous, and seemed to be growing even larger.
She had told me how sensitive it was and how she had to beg some guys to take their time playing with it, lest they hurt her. Once her clit was swollen and willing, however, it demanded a lot of attention. Her best lovers just drew it into their mouths and sucked on it until she screamed with pleasure.
I took my time, licking up and down her wet slit and around her clit. There were little moans of pleasure. Her eyes partly closed, looking sultry, like a woman in pleasure who wants more.
“Mmmmmm. Yes. Yes,” she murmured
Linda was a “talker." She moaned and groaned a lot and made wonderful noises of pleasure, but what she really did more than anything else was talk.
While I would be putting two fingers in her slit and licking her clit, she would tell me what it felt like, what to do next, where to lick or suck, how fast or hard to go, or what she wanted to do to me. She’d ask questions: “Are you going to make me cum?”; “Do you like my pussy?”; “do you like my clit?”; “do you want me to suck your cock?”
She wasn’t looking for an answer to her questions. It was just her way of expressing her pleasure and how much she was turned on.
I continued to lick her pussy and suck on her clit, running my tongue back and forth over it, while I slid a wet finger into her asshole. She moaned loudly and slid forward a little giving me better access to her ass.
My saliva and her juices dripped down over my hand and finger and onto the chair.
As I continued to lick her pussy and clit, and finger fuck her asshole, I could feel her orgasm building.
Linda confessed that she had been thinking about this encounter for a while, and picturing in her erotic mind what we would do. With her imagination, my mouth on her clit and a finger or two in her ass, it only took a few minutes for her to reach the edge.
“I’m going to cum,” she said.
I teased her for a while, letting her ease off the point of no return, and then building her back up. She talked to me and pulled on her nipples.
Finally, my licking, sucking and fingering put her over the edge.
Linda had one long orgasm, body arched up to meet my tongue, long, loud moans, and her hands pulling on the back of my head into her pussy.