Nest building

Back home Linda had unpacked and I could hear her in the guestroom, drying her hair. I stepped into the bathroom where the air felt warm and moist. To my delight, her panties were on the floor. I couldn’t resist, and locked the door.

I picked them off the damp tiles. They were just how I imagined, red laced and extremely delicate. I brought them to my face and inhaled her intimate perfume. They smelt heavy with a femininity that was in its prime. Holding the gusset to my face, I could see the faint outlines of her intimate signature. Bringing it closer I inhaled deeply, sending me into ecstasy. I opened my hand as if I could touch her, and brushed my fingers through the air as I dreamt of touching Linda’s dark skin.

Wanting Linda badly I unzipped my trousers and sunk my hand into my slacks. I picked up the pace while I stroked my tongue along the bitter gusset, giving myself a taste of what was surely to come. My senses drove me incessantly towards orgasm. I felt my knees buckle as I neared that orgasmic cliff.

My wanking was brought to premature finish by a knock the door, causing me to drop the knickers to the floor. “Yes?”

“I’m awfully sorry for being so rude.”

“What for?”

“I’m pretty sure I left some of my clothes on the floor.”

I glanced at her panties on the tiles, then tucked my cock back into my trousers. With impeccable timing I let out a small fart to add realism to my charade of using the toilet. “Eh, so you have.” I flushed the chain and quickly washed my hands. Unlocking the door, I stepped out and saw Linda with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and one wrapped around her slender torso. Without makeup, she looked so naturally perfect, like an African tribal queen. “I didn’t even notice your clothes... I’m so used to leaving mine all over the place... perils of bachelorism, hey.”

“I will keep this place looking spotless, I promise. Just got quite a bit on my mind obviously. Makes me forgetful.”

“I know.”

“Thanks.”

I sniggered, and tapped Linda on her naked shoulder. “Honestly it’s fine. No need to worry.”

“I won’t be a burden. You need anything, just ask.” Linda‘s nose came within a millimetre of mine as we passed on the landing. Her hazel eyes stared deep into mine. “I don’t know how to thank you for your hospitality and support.”

“I won’t ask for anything in return.”

“Surely you want... something.”

“A little something, maybe. But only when you’re ready.”

“Sure.” Linda leaned back on against the bathroom door. The towel appeared ready to fall from her naked bosom. “I’ll pay my way. Don’t worry.” Her hand pushed on the door. “Off to bed, Tom?”

“Yes? I’ve been sleepwalking for the past hour.”

“Me too.” Linda walked back across the landing and pecked me on the cheek. “Thank you, and goodnight.” I leaned forward in the hope of kissing her a second time, but she had already stepped back, and retreated to the bathroom.

“Night.”

The next day we were both back in work. I usually loved being in my shop, but today I watched every minute of that bastard clock. Linda told me she should would be back home at seven sharp. As soon as it struck six, I locked up and raced back home.

In the house, I head Linda nock on the door. It felt magical when I welcomed Linda home like the wife I wanted her to be. “How was your day?”

“I was guest lecturing at a business school... So I’ve been on my feet all day.”

“In that case, sit down and I’ll make you a drink.”

“No... you know what I would like instead?”

“What’s that?”

Linda slumped on the red three seater which I had often dreamt about fucking her on. “Could you do me a favour and take off my shoes, I can’t bend down... my back is aching.” She sighed as she glanced down at her ample chest, which was tightly packed under a thin ivory blouse. “That’s the problem when you have big boobs. Back pains.”

“The positives outweigh the negatives... believe me.”

Linda chuckled. “Thanks.”

I dropped to one knee, as if I wanted to propose... I did want to, but Jack had already lay claim to this wonderful woman... I was hoping, no, wishing that the bastard wouldn’t come back. Words can’t express how much I was enjoying Linda building her nest in my house.

Keeping her thighs together, Linda lifted her long brown leg to my chest. She apologised as the red stiletto heel stabbed my chest. She had no need to, as my heart was already bleeding. My mouth dried while my heart pounded. My fingers delicately unbuckled the ankle strap, before I gently embraced the body of the blood-red open toe shoe. Slowly but surely, I caressed it off her gracious foot. The natural musty perfume of her feet filtered into my nose, stirring my senses and making my cock rigid as I brought the shoe free from Linda’s foot.

The dark skin on the top of her foot was smooth. In fact, it looked polished like an antique table. It contrasted perfectly with the baby like pinkness of her sole.

“Tom.”

I had forgotten myself, and drifted away on a sea of Linda.

“Tom.”

“Yes, Linda.”

“The right foot now... Please.”

My senses were crazed. As I carefully unbuckled the ankle strap, my mind was drowning in visions of her naked body wrapped around mine. I may as well have been making love to Linda as I slid the second shoe off her foot. Linda wiggled her toes. “It feels so good to be free from them damn heels.”

“I’ll massage them.”

Suddenly I felt Linda’s toe brush my nose. “You read my mind.”

“Great!”

“Jack hates my feet, and wouldn’t go near them.”

“Here.” I reached for Linda’s foot. “Let me start.”

My fingers wrapped around the bridge of Linda’s foot, and my thumbs pushed up against the pale pink of her soft inner arch. I couldn’t stop smiling as she let out a lustful groan. In fact I felt ready to burst while I was fulfilling a long held fantasy of mine. Her feet felt just how I imagined them to be. Warm and soft, her sweet fragrance carried a subtle hint of shoe leather.

Linda’s scarlet painted toe nails were boarded by healthy tanned nail beds. I pressed behind every tender toe, circling my thumbs around each and every mound. My mouth moistened with the thought of licking those cute and dainty toes. I wanted to taste them, but dared not take this any further... for now.

She pulled her foot away from my hands then raised it to my face, gently resting her big toe on my quivering lip. “You’re enjoying this a bit too much.”

“Is it so obvious?”

Linda chuckled as she lifted her foot from my mouth. “Yes”. She patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit. Let’s talk about each other’s day.”

“You seem happier today.”

“I am. I just feel glad that I have a definite end.”

“Closure I think they call it,” I meekly added as I sat beside Linda. “What has brought you that conclusion?”

“I’ve seen a few questionable photographs on Facebook. Jack is certainly enjoying himself.”

“I don’t know why you **** yourself, by looking at such things.”

“I cried at first... But like I said, after an hour I felt a huge burden had lifted.” Linda leaned back onto couch. “I feel I’m ready to start thinking about moving on.”

“Good.”

“But maybe I should just forget about men altogether and join a nunnery.”

“You don’t want to do that.”

“I don’t know... sounds more appealing than having my heart broken again.”

I leaned over the arm of the couch and reached for a heavy paper bag. “I stopped on the way home and bought a load of second hand DVDs. I’ll let you choose which film you want to watch tonight”

“That’s the second time you have read my mind.”

“There are a few takeaway menus inside too. Again, you choose.”

“No, we’ll choose together.”

The living room smelt of Indian herbs and spices. Foil boxes littered my coffee table while a half empty bottle of red wine sat on the carpet to avoid blocking my sight of the widescreen. I hate chick flicks but I guessed Linda liked them so I had bought a handful... and I was right. We watched three on the bounce. I felt like I knew Hugh Grant like a brother.

We sat slumped on opposite sides of couch, which was quite annoying. But suddenly she stretched out, then yawned in an exaggerated fashion. “Don’t mind me using you as a pillow, do you, Tom?”

“Of course not.”

“Thought so.” Linda smiled as she crawled between my legs, and rested her head on my chest. “You carry a bit more meat than Jack.”

I felt annoyed that she kept comparing me to Jack. But I suppose that a natural when you move from one relationship to another. “I do need to get down to the gym again.”

“No you don’t... you’re cuddly, just the way I like.”

I suddenly didn’t mind watching chick flicks. Linda nuzzled her head against my solar plexus and contently watched the film. I felt we were as good as lovers. All that was missing was the sex... the fucking best thing. But how do I make that final step? One thing I do know, it’s not fucking easy. Linda is a flirt, in a cute and playful way. But she most defiantly has me wrapped around her little finger, but I don’t mind one iota.

We spent the night on the couch. Linda woke me at the break of dawn with the smell of bacon and egg... she had made me a cooked breakfast... Surely sex must be on the cards now.

In the shop I logged online to check my website for orders. A notification came through. I opened it and it was a message from Linda. It read, “Forgot to charge my phone this morning... but was too excited to wait and tell you tonight. I want you to be my ‘plus one’ at the work’s Christmas party this weekend. I’ve already told them all about you. PLZ COME!!!! XX”

Fuck me... Told her colleagues all about me. I’m defo in for a bit black ass.

Being a trusting man, I had given Linda my spare set of keys. It was about time I had given a girl a set other than my mother. When I arrived home, I was surprised to walk in to hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner. It felt good. I leaned against the door frame and watched Linda pushing the vacuum cleaner around the carpet. She remained oblivious to me while listening to her headphones. I enjoyed watching Linda swaying her hips while dressed in her tiny sweat shorts and tank top. A sense of pride overcame me, that this beautiful woman was making my home, hers. My heart swelled with love. I couldn’t ever imagine life without Linda.

The same problem still remained though... where’s the sex?

Earlier that day I had been talking to an old school friend who had visited me in the shop. He warned me not to build my hopes up, and to be weary of women in Linda’s situation. I did my best to listen to his warning about broken women seeking comfort blankets. More so when he told me that he reckons that as soon as the Jack comes back, Linda will run back. Still, even if that did happen, at least I would have sleeped her by then... Wouldn’t I? I better get a move on just in case Jack does return.

I decided to wait until Linda’s Christmas party when I can get her drunk. Not in a big way. Just enough so she can drop her guard a little, and then hopefully her panties will follow. Also, we can both use the excuse of being drunk in the morning. I now couldn’t wait until the party on Friday, I was confident of sealing the deal then.

Tis, the season to be jolly...

Walking towards the restaurant, Linda grabbed hold of my hand and led me inside. I felt a proud man and walked on air. Just as I had dreamt, Linda was wearing her hair down in long black waves, while wearing a tight fitting red dress with matching red kitten heels.

I could see by the look of Linda’s male colleagues that they couldn’t believe she was with me. I mean, I’m not a particularly ugly white guy, but she is at least two leagues above me. One by one she introduced me. But after the pleasantries were over, we found ourselves in a corner talking to one another. I made sure I kept Linda’s glass topped up. It would be rude and foolish to let her glass run dry. Linda touched her lips with her forefinger while glancing at her glass. “I see you’re doing your best to get me drunk, Tom.”

“No... Just making sure we find ourselves in the Christmas spirit, that’s all.”

“About that... I’m looking forward to spending Christmas with you.”

“You’re spending Christmas?”

“If that’s okay.”

“Couldn’t be happier. But what about Jack?”

“I’ve told you. He has moved on, and so have I.”

Linda reached over and pulled my novelty tie, which began to sing merry Christmas while Rudolph’s nose flashed red. “We can make it an extra special Christmas.” Linda leaned forward and rested her lips against mine.

“I’ve spent too many Christmases alone.”

“Well, those days are over.”

We left early, and were soon in the back of a cab groping each other like a young love-drunk couple. The energy between us felt amazing. Our lips were hooked together like Velcro straps. My hand was up her dress and massaging her warm pussy through her panties. This was definitely my night, our night.

We crashed through the front door of my house

Linda laughed as she pulled away from me. I didn’t want to stop and reached for her, but she stepped back. “Hey, don’t stop.” I felt tortured under her teasing gaze.“What’s wrong, Lin?”