0 comments/ 35630 views/ 2 favorites White Lace Panties By: Sensuous Storyteller The shrill ring of the telephone cut through the silence in the room. Even though Linda was expecting the call, it still startled her and made her jump. Tentatively, her hand reached out and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she whispered into the phone. "Hello sweetheart. How are you?" Chris's smooth sexy voice came through the phone line and caressed her body as though he were right there. "I am fine, thanks, Chris and how are you? Busy?" Linda countered. "I am just great as usual and NO, I am not busy at all. I finished up a meeting and set aside this hour just for you, honey. Now enough of the preliminaries, tell me what you are wearing, sexy." Smiling into the phone even though he could not see her, she answered, "A white tee shirt, white bikini panties and my woolly socks to keep my feet warm." Chuckling, Chris said, "You and your socks! I can picture you clear as a bell. Your long brown hair, your big brown eyes and that smile of yours that just melts my heart every time I see it. I am looking at your picture right now, honey." Not sure of what to say, Linda laid back on the sofa with the soft satin pillows beneath her head. She crossed her legs at the knee with one of her little stockinged feet swinging back and forth, nervously. Her and Chris had chatted on the phone often but she was still shy about the "phone game." Thank goodness Chris never expected her to do much of the talking. He always took control telling her exactly what he wanted her to do. And as if he had read her mind, Chris said, "Are you laying down, Linda?" "Yes," she whispered to him. "Good, good," he said softly, "relax honey, and I will take you off to a wonderful place. Slip off your tee shirt honey, and tell me what you see and feel. Be descriptive, honey. I want to 'see' you too." Without hesitation, and just as he knew she would, Linda put down the phone and lifted her tee over her head and tossed it on the floor. Picking up the phone again and lying back on the cool pillows, she told him, "I feel the cool air on my breasts. My nipples, pinkish- brown, have puckered already. I am pulling on them gently as I talk to you and they are growing even more." "MMMmmm, I can picture those tasty morsels, honey. I wish I was there to let my fingers tug on them. Pinch them, Linda, pinch them hard for me and tell me where you feel it." Chris demanded. Pinching her nipple, Linda felt a small shock-waves run down her body to her clit. Little goose-bumps pimpled up along her tanned arms. When she let go, she saw that the aureole was pinker and bumpier. As she pinched her other nipple, she moaned softly into the phone. Chris heard her and demanded that she tell him what she felt. Linda obediently told him what he wanted to hear. "Honey, your reactions are making me so hard. Listening to you is making the blood flow right to my cock and it is throbbing. Now, I want you to run your fingers around your nipples and down your tummy to the top of your panties. Then open your legs wide and run your fingers up and down your thighs but do not touch your cunt, sweetheart. Do it just as I would, if I was there. Do it now and let me hear you." Chris instructed. Linda opened her legs and did what he asked her to do. Her pink manicured nails twirled around her hardened nipples as well as along the fullness on the side of her breasts. Down from her cleavage along the soft flat of her tummy to the lacy tops of her panties. Her nails slid across the lacy elastic but did not slip in, although, she wanted them to. While cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder, she gently caressed her fingertips up and down the inside of her thighs, close to the center of her panties that were moistening from her play. "MMMMmmm" was all Chris heard while he waited for her to do as she was told. "Linda, cup your sex hard. Do it from the outside of your panties. Let your finger push a little of the material into your wet slit. Take your nail and slide it across your cunt. Tell me about your juices as they fill your panties." Linda did not hesitate, wanting to touch her cunt so bad by now. Her small hand cupped her sex hard, she moaned as she felt the gusset of her panties moisten. Her hips lifted slightly of their own accord reaching up to her fingers. "Oh Chris." Linda softly whispered. "Honey, I wish I was there. I would slip my fingers into the wet center of your panties and rip them from your body. I would lift your legs up by the undersides of your knees and hold them to your chest. I would lower my face to your delicious cunt and inhale your scent. Do you have any idea how fucking hot the scent of your aroused cunt gets me hard?" Chris said into her ear. Linda's hand and fingers danced along her opening arousing her body more and more as his voice and words aroused her mind. She was moaning softly into the phone and Chris was dying at the other end, knowing he was getting her closer and closer with each demand or comment. He was not unaffected himself from the soft feminine sounds she was sending through the wire back to him. "Linda, my warm breath would be caressing your wet cunt now. My tongue would slip out and lick you from your ass to your clit, letting my tongue flick your hard sensitive bud, softly first then harder and harder. My lips would close around your clit and suck it in my mouth. I would dip my tongue into your wetness fucking your slit faster and faster. My hands would reach up to pinch your nipples." "OOOhhh Chris, Ohhh Chris," Linda moaned. "Oohhh yes, please...ohhh yes" Linda was not even aware any longer that she was moaning so sweetly into the phone. Her fingers slipped inside her panties and into her hot wet slit. They were soaked. Finger fucking herself, Linda felt her juices spilling from her pussy to run down the crack of her ass. Holding back the hood of her clit, Linda let her silky wet fingers circle it, over and over again. She was close now. Her breathing had become rapid in the phone and Chris could hear the changes as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm. "Ooohh Chris, ohhh Chris, Ohhhh Chris," Linda repeated rapidly as she moaned louder into the phone. "ooooooohh, oooooohhh, aahhhhh." "That is it baby, cum for me, honey. Cum for me. I can hear you. You sound so beautiful. I can see you in my mind, honey. Cum now, call my name. Say it, Linda, Say it when you cum." "Oooohhhhh CHRIS!" she screamed as she came. Her head moved from side to side and she almost lost the phone. Her chest heaved rapidly up and down while her lungs tried to take in air as her legs stiffened and her juices spilled over her fingers. A softer and more coherent, "oh Chris!" slipped out when she was done. Chris had heard Linda had cum many times before so he knew it was her, 'I am back to normal, Ohh Chris'. "How you feeling, baby?" He asked her. "Mellow, weak, gooood!" Linda answered him softly. "You know it won't be long before we meet and I can get you there with my own fingers and tongue. My cock is still throbbing thinking of how much it wants to slide into that hot wet pussy of yours." "Ohh Chris, you have not cum. I am sorry. That's not fair." "That's ok, honey. You know it is difficult for me here in the office anyway. I will cum later with the sounds of your 'Ohh Chris' in my ears. I love hearing you cum." After making a date to meet each other on-line later, they hung up the phone. Linda slowly got up from the couch and picked up her discarded tee shirt. She adjusted her little white panties and rubbed them across her wet vulva, moistening them well. She went to her room and sat on the bed, slipping off her warm socks and slid on her silky thigh highs. Picking up a matching white bra, she fastened it between her breasts before she slipped on her blouse. Taking her short sexy black skirt, she slid it up her stockinged legs and tucked in her blouse. Grabbing her purse, she left her apartment to go to the Post Office. She was sending Chris a card just so he would know she was thinking of him. It was a large mushy card and she signed it with her girlie feminine script. At the last minute, Linda smiled at no one in particular as a thought came to her mind. Linda looked over at the door of the ladies room, got up and walked inside. Going into a cubicle, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down and off. She lifted the panties to her face and inhaled. She smelled the scent of her orgasm in the wetness that dampened the gusset. Before she lost her nerve, she slipped them into the oversized envelope with the card and sealed it. With a secret smile, she stamped it and let it drop in the mail slot. As she walked out of the post office, her skirt slid across her naked ass and the feeling was extremely erotic and sexy. Behind the wheel of her car, she giggled all the way home not believing what she had just done. A week later, the phone shrilled in her quiet apartment. Linda picked up the receiver and as she put it to her ear, she could hear his breathing before she even said hello. "Chris?" she asked. All she heard was a strained, "oooooohhhhh Linda!" White Lace Panties It was Saturday night and my husband and I were obligated to attend a cocktail party given by one of his clients. My husband, Brian, is a prominent real estate attorney. His firm represents a huge property developer. The cocktail party was a celebration of a very profitable deal that had finally closed for them. As I pulled my black silk sheath over my head, I resigned myself to boring conversation and a long evening. As I zipped my dress, I glanced at myself in the mirror over the sink. The black silk glided over my body, sculpting itself to every curve. I'm not thin by any means. What I am is curvy, from my 42C breasts down over my hips to my ass. The sheath barely hung to mid-thigh. Slipping my feet into my three-inch black heels, I felt like I was definitely dressing for my own pleasure and not for the party. As I fastened my sterling silver choker around my neck, Brian walked in and stopped. His smile was instant. Neither of us really wanted to go to this party but it wasn't exactly optional. Brian walked up behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. He was already semi-erect. As he pressed his hips into my ass, I felt his cock rising and getting harder in his suit. His right hand moved down and across my stomach, slowing inching it's way to the dip between my thighs. As his fingers pulled my dress up slowly, I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Brian's left hand moved down and slid between my thighs. As the tip of his fingers touched the top of my slit, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. "No panties yet. And so wet." Brian was whispering against my ear as his fingers dipped lower between my legs. Using just the tips of his fingers, he rubbed my pussy gently, giving me just enough pressure so I could feel him. As his fingers moved up and down my lips, his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, which was already hardening. He flattened his hand slightly, his cufflink cutting into my skin just above my pussy. I hardly felt it. His fingers pushed inside my lips, his thumb applied more pressure to my clit. In slow circles, he rotated his thumb over my clit. I moaned and arched. His hand holding my dress up wrapped itself around my waist pressing me to him. His fingers moved in faster circles. Just as I felt an orgasm start, Brian stopped all movement. I moaned, begging him to move his fingers. Slowly, Brian flexed his wrist, moving his fingers up and down my pussy. As he kissed my neck, he slid his middle finger inside my pussy and withdrew it slowly. Four more times he inserted and withdrew his finger. On the fifth insertion, he pushed two fingers inside me. "Rub your clit. Touch yourself while I fuck you." His voice was low against my ear. Following his instructions, I slid my hand down between my legs. As Brian stroked my pussy, fucking me slowly with his two fingers, I pressed my fingers to my clit and rubbed frantically. My fingers hummed over my hard nub. Brian's fingers stroked faster and faster, diving deeper and deeper into my tunnel. I was moaning, writhing against him. His cock was hard against me but still tucked safely in his pants. "Cum, baby. Cum for me." He whispered it over and over again in my ear. As his fingers rammed inside me, I broke. My orgasm ripped through me. I came so hard cum spurted from me, drenching his hand. His fingers slowed and then finally withdrew completely. Leaning back against him, I sighed and Brian whispered in my ear, "You better finish getting dressed. We don't want to be late. And wear panties. Lace panties." As he walked away, I suddenly felt abandoned. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on the vanity counter. My pussy was still tingling, light pulses singing through me. My legs felt weak, my head even weaker. When I was finally able to move, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of white lace panties. Slipping my legs into them, I pulled them snug against my mound and knew instantly they were destined to be wet for the rest of the night. As I finished dressing, I realized my body had never stopped humming from my orgasm. I thought about Brian standing behind me, rubbing his cock against me, and I felt myself shiver all over again. I didn't want this party. I wanted to stay home and fuck my husband until neither of us could walk again. Sighing at the inevitability of my situation, I grabbed my little black purse and headed out to Brian. He was standing near the door, holding my coat in his hands. As he helped me into it, I felt his hands slide ever so slightly against the sides of my breasts. "I want you so much right now. I want to bury my cock in you until you can't help but scream." His whisper sent more shivers through my already sensitive body. Blindly I followed him to the car and let him help me in. I don't even remember the trip to the party. Holding a glass of wine in one hand and holding onto Brian's arm with the other, I let Brian lead me from group to group making small talk. I didn't hear anything that was said. My mind kept flashing back to Brian's fingers on my clit, drilling inside me. When I shivered, Brian asked if I was cold. I shook my head and sipped my wine. "Don't worry, baby, I'll be buried inside you soon." He was teasing me, whispering softly in my ear so only I could hear him. I felt my body blush from head to toe. He whispered again, "This time I'll have my cock pressed to the hilt inside you while I rub your clit with my fingers. You'll like that, baby. You'll like me fucking you." Near sexual hysteria, I sipped more wine. My body was on fire. I felt as if my juices were leaking down my legs, leaving wet stains in my stockings. After an hour, Brian took my hand and guided me down a hallway. He looked over his shoulder and then opened a door and pushed me through. It was dark and I couldn't see where we were. It didn't matter. In the next minute, Brian was on his knees in front of me, my dress pushed up around my waist. When Brian's tongue lashed out at my white lace covered pussy, I nearly screamed in orgasm. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I flexed my fingers, digging my nails into his suit jacket. Brian's tongue was pushing my panties against my clit. His tongue wasn't actually touching me but I could feel the heat from his breath. His fingers dug into my waist as his tongue pushed my panties against me, rubbing my already sensitive sex. When Brian used his teeth to gently bite my clit, I groaned and felt my body break. My orgasm was intense and long. Not saying a word, Brian rose to his feet, letting my dress fall back down. Grabbing my hand, he led me from the room and back to the party. I was in sexual shock. He'd never even touched my skin and I'd had an orgasm like never before. I was close to falling apart. I wanted his cock. For all the orgasms I'd had, I still wanted to have his cock buried inside me. And all he was doing was torturing me. As the party continued, I met and greeted his boss, his clients, their wives. All I could see in my mind was Brian's cock stroking in and out of my pussy. I felt like a cat in heat. I don't know how I got through the night. As Brian led me from the party, we were almost to the car when he pulled me towards the garage. His hand held mine tight as he pulled me through the door. The garage was lit with lights from the outside. His boss's Jag was sitting in the middle of the floor. I looked up at Brian. His mouth broke into a grin as he pushed me back against the hood of the Jag. "Brian. Brian, we can't.... we..... can't...." My words broke on a moan as Brian's hands lifted my dress again. His hands skimmed over my thighs as his fingers reached up and grabbed hold of my panties. With one tug, my white lace panties were hanging from Brian's fingers. My eyes followed my panties as Brian dropped them to the floor. Before I could try to sway Brian away from this idea, Brian's hands grabbed my waist and lifted me up on the hood of the Jag. The coolness of the hood was a direct contrast to the heat my body was putting off. "Brian, really, this isn't a good idea. Let's go home and we can.... Ohhhh..." If Brian's boss had walked in at that moment, he'd have seen me laying back on the hood of his silver Jag, my arms holding me up, my legs in the air over Brian's shoulders, Brian's head between my legs. I moaned as the tip of Brian's tongue dove into my pussy, parting my lips and licking me slowly. Tipping my head back, I gave in to the sensations rippling through me. Brian's hands held my ass, shifting me up so he could get a better angle on my cunt. I was moaning, writhing on the hood of the Jag, not caring who heard me. As Brian's tongue stroked my clit, his left hand moved around my hip. His fingers stroked over me as his tongue moved down my pussy. My clit was being tortured. His fingers moved rapidly over me. Lifting his head, Brian looked at me. His eyes were as glazed as mine must have been by now. His mouth was wet, his chin shiny. "Cum for me baby. Cum for me again and then I promise I'll fuck you senseless." Well, with that for encouragement, how could I hold back. Brian lowered his mouth to my succulent cunt again and as his mouth covered my lips, I broke into another huge orgasm. I swear I must have put a dent in the hood of the Jag as I pumped my hips up and down, pushing my pussy against Brian's tongue. Before I could catch my breath, Brian was pulling me closer to the edge of the hood. I heard Brian's zipper and then I felt the tip of his cock being pushed with one stroke inside me. Brian lifted my legs straight up, holding them together, as he plowed his cock deep inside my pussy. This is what I had wanted all night. This was what I had craved. Brian's cock was hard and thick, pulsing inside me as he plunged over and over again deep in my pussy. Brian reached up with one hand and pulled the neckline of my dress down. Grabbing the edge of my bra, Brian pulled it down, releasing my breast. His fingers twisted my nipple as he pulled. I moaned and arched up. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Ohhhh yessss!" I was begging Brian to fuck me harder. Brian grunted and then pulled out of me. Grabbing my shoulders, Brian pulled me off of the hood, turned me around and pushed me over. Bracing my hands on the hood of the Jag, I parted my legs, waiting for Brian. Putting one hand under my right leg, Brian planted my foot on the bumper of the Jag, effectively opening my legs even wider for him. Biting down on my bottom lip, I closed my eyes as Brian stepped toward me again. With one quick stroke, Brian slammed his cock deep inside my pussy again. I moaned and pushed back against him. Brian pistoned his hips over and over again, driving his cock harder and harder into me. I felt another orgasm rip through me. Brian grabbed my ass, holding on tight as he rammed his cock into me again and again. With a grunt, Brian clenched his hands on my ass as his own orgasm broke. Brian's cum filled me, his cream running down my legs as he pulled out. Wrapping his hands in my hair, Brian pulled my head back to him. His mouth found mine and he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing through my lips. As he adjusted his clothing and I pulled my dress back down, fitting my breast back into place, I looked back at the Jag. Finger prints gleamed over the top coat. Brian grabbed my hand and led me back our car out front. As we drove home, I felt tingly and ready for me. At home, as Brian slowed stripped me naked to take me to bed again, I remembered where we had left my white lace panties. Laying on the garage floor next to the front wheel of the Jag. His boss was definitely in for a surprise. White Lace Panties Ch. 2 Chapter 2: The Meeting The day was cold and wintry. The sky could barely hold the big black clouds That were suspended precariously above her head. Linda looked up at the heavily laden pillows of gray and she felt wet fluffy flakes of snow as they landed on her upturned face. She was one of those people who loved gray days like this. They felt cozy and dark to her and she wanted today to be a cozy one. Linda was worried earlier that the snow would delay his flight but it just teased her with the threat of a storm. Only now, the flakes kissing her face were was the first sign of snow and his plane was about to land, so her fears were for naught. Linda looked deliciously attractive in her blue-jeans and her low cut cowboy styled boots. Her jacket was waist length and she wore it open, showing her lovely rounded bottom when men peeked as she walked away from them. She was resting that cute bottom against her car with her arms and ankles crossed waiting for him in the airport parking lot. She lived in a town where the airport was small and the people deplaned on the airstrip. Passengers would leave the plane by climbing down some stairs to the pavement below. Linda's heart was beating at a dangerous pace, although to look at her, no one would suspect how nervous she was; she looked so calm, collected and beautiful. Linda watched the many people leaving the terminal from her perch on her car that was parked back in the parking lot. She saw a young girl maybe eighteen years old or so, hugging two people who must have been her parents. They reluctantly let go and the "dad" picked up her case as they walked swiftly to their car to whisking them home to visit. She saw a handsome man and her heart sped up just a bit more, wondering if that could be him; but a lovely blonde in a long black coat came through the door behind him and he turned to her as she took his arm and they raced to their car. A family came out next. A little girl was crying and the mother dropped the smaller of the bags to stoop and talk to her. The father was holding a little boy in his arms and lugging the big suitcase in his other hand. This small group blocked Linda's view of the doorway so she did not see him standing there until the family climbed into the waiting cab at the curb. As the cab pulled away, she looked up and saw him. He just stood there looking around before venturing forward as he did not know where she might be. He finally saw her. They looked into each others eyes from a distance and recognition caused a them both to smile. They had only spoken on the telephone and "talked" on their chat-line. She knew his style of type and his voice well but she had never set eyes on him, nor him on her. They had sent snapshots of each other in the mail but neither did the other justice when the time came for them to meet face to face. Linda was shocked at herself at how shy she felt meeting him when they had been so intimate before in the medium of a chat-line or phone. He took long, purposeful strides and within seconds he was standing there before her. He put down his suitcase at their feet and before she could say, "Hello, Chris" he had her in his arms and was kissing her. In years to come, when Linda remembers this moment as an old lady sitting in her rocking chair, she will be pleased to recollect that the first words from his mouth were, "You are even more beautiful than I had imagined." Linda smiled and it turned to a nervous giggle, not sure what she should say. She ended up, just saying, "Thank you, Chris." When he finally released her from his arms he put out his hand for her car keys. Handing them to him, she followed him to the trunk where he quickly stowed his suitcase. He passed her back the keys and held tight to her hand not letting go for a moment while he just looked into her beautiful eyes and smiled. Linda smiled back at him and waited for him to let go of her hand. Behind the wheel of the car, Linda buckled up before she turned the key in the ignition. Nervously, she put the transmission into drive and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. She was very aware that Chris was still staring at her. Soft music was playing in the background from the car radio but neither of them were listening to it. Chris spoke first. "I am so glad I came. I am so glad you agreed to let me come. I have dreamt of this day for months now. Are you happy, I am here?" Turning her eyes from the road for just a minute, she looked at Chris and seriously answered him, "Yes, Chris, I am very happy you are here." The hotel was not that far from the airport, so it was not long before Linda pulled into the parking lot of the very elegant hotel, the best hotel in her small town. Linda stood next to Chris as he signed for their room. Between signing the register and waiting for the clerk to do whatever it is clerks do, Chris leaned forward and kissed her again. The clerk prudently carried on with her work, pretending not to see. She must have known they were lovers off for an assignation but discreetly said nothing. This behaviour was surely not uncommon for hotel clerks to see. Once the paperwork was in order, they went to the elevators and up to the top floor where privacy awaited their arrival. Chris leaned over for a kiss the second the the doors closed. Before they reached their floor, the doors opened to admit another couple. Linda jumped guiltily and before she lowered her eyes, she saw a small smile on the lips of the man as he covered his mouth to cough. The couple went up two more floors before they got off and left Linda and Chris to carry on alone. Finally, at their floor, they tread softly on the plush carpet looking at the brass signs with room numbers and arrows. They followed the one that showed them to their room and Chris unlocked the door. Safely inside and finally alone, the door closed on it's own with a click. Chris dropped his bag and turned on a lamp and the room was bathed in soft light. The first piece of furniture that jumped into sight was the king sized bed with night tables on either side. Big curving windows overlooked the town, the heavy curtains were open and only soft cream coloured sheers impeded their view. Linda went to look out at the town, her town. Big fluffy snowflakes were falling from the sky landing on the pavement darkening it as it melted. Streetlights, lighting the way for pedestrians and motorists alike, who were all oblivious to her standing there watching them. Silently Chris came up behind her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. His fingers gripping her jacket to slip it from her shoulders and he tossed it over with his own jacket on one of the two matching chairs. Linda kept looking out the window as she felt Chris's lips touch her neck from behind. The little hairs on the back of her neck prickled from the tickle of his breath even before his lips caressed her. She felt little goose-bumps on her arms beneath the soft blue sweater she was wearing. Chris stood closer to her; so close she could feel the heat of his body. His hands slipped to her hips holding her tight to him while his tongue traced a little path up her neck to her earlobes before he sucked each one into his mouth; first the right lobe and then the left. Linda turned from the marvelous view and stepped into his arms and they kissed so tenderly. Chris, impatient now, slid his hands over her breasts feeling the soft mounds beneath her sweater. Her nipples puckered and he could feel the nubs pushing out through her bra and sweater, since they were so swollen. He liked that and he moaned his pleasure in her ear. Linda responded with tossing her head back baring a column of white throat for him to kiss and caress. His hands grabbed at the hem of her sweater and he tugged it over her head, a pin or two falling from her hair in the excitement, allowing pieces of silky tendrils to fall sexily to frame her pretty face. Chris pushed her back from him by lightly placing his hands on her shoulders. Linda's body bathed in the soft light of the room, looked luscious to him. He saw a pretty face with eyes glazed in passion; hair with curls coming free to fall on her white soft shoulders. Her breasts with swollen nipples poking through the white lace of her bra and the little clasp just waiting to be opened between her breasts. Her ribs slightly visible above a flat tummy where the button of her jeans was still closed protecting the treasure below. She is beautiful and he tells her this again as he sits her on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Chris lifts one of her slim legs and he tugs on her boot and then the other. He sees the gray woolen socks that she had always described to him when they were talking on the net and he would ask her what she was wearing. His hand holding her ankle high in the air he removes one sock and then the other. Coming forward, his fingers reach for the clasp between her breasts and in seconds it flings open, exposing her rounded breasts to his view for the first time. His fingers reach and grip her nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger and smiles when she gasps in delight. He asks her to stand up and when she does his hand caresses her between her legs. Through her panties and thick jeans, Chris can tell from the mushy feel beneath his hand, that she is already wet and ready for him. They have made love a million times in their minds but this will really be the first time, and he wanted to savour every feel, touch and moan from her lips. He wanted to commit it all to memory so during those lonely times apart he could return to this moment in his mind and it will help him until they can see each other again. His fingers unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down so slowly to make the excitement last. She trembled in anticipation. Chris placed his thumbs into the waist band and lowers her jeans kneeling again to remove them from her feet. While he is there on his knees, Chris turns his face into the dark patch that is slightly visible behind her white bikini panties. He moans aloud as he buries his head in closer, smelling the womanly aroma of a woman ready to be made love to. Linda places her hands into the hair at the back of his head pressing him in close to her and moaning softly herself at the feel of his warm breath on such a tender spot of her body. He pulls away to look up at her and when he let her loose, he watched as Linda turned to climb onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting Chris with the wondrous view of her softly rounded bottom. With each crawl, his eyes caught a glimpse of the little strip of material deeply imbedded in the split of her peachy derriere. Linda heard him gasp and she smiled knowing what affect this view must be having on him. She turned onto her back, resting her head on the big fluffy pillow and waited. Linda did not have to wait long, Chris quickly stripped off his own clothes in record time, not wanting to waste even a second out of this beauty's arms. Crawling naked up the bed passed her feet, to her opened thighs, he kneels between them as he slips his first two fingers through the wet strip of her panties; the part that is barely covering her jewel and in one swift movement, Linda feels a tug and hears a rip clamor in the otherwise silent room. The cool air is now caressing her wetness as well as his sultry eyes. Within seconds Chris buries his face into this haven and she trembles as she feels his tongue lap up her juices. His tongue slides from between her cheeks, up to her opening, deep inside her in one swift motion, out and up to press roughly on her swollen bud. Her hips rise from the bed to meet his mouth to better enjoy this delicious feeling. Her head rolls from side to side, calling out his name, begging him to stop And yet, begging him not to stop, almost in the same breath. Chris lowers his lips to continue his lapping, enjoying the feel of her twin cheeks vibrating in his large hands as he is aware she is about to reach her first orgasm. A flood of moisture fills his mouth and his moans of pleasure mingle with hers as he laps her juices greedily. When he had licked every drop of her sweet nectar, Chris continued his climb up over her body. His lips kissing her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth allowing her to taste herself from it. She sucks greedily from his tongue enjoying the eroticism of tasting her own juices. His erection pokes her thigh reminding her there is still more to come. Chris raised himself from her body slightly and whispers in her ear. "Touch me, Linda. Hold me, grip me and squeeze my hardness in your hand. Feel what I want to shove deep inside you and ram you until you cum screaming my name so loudly all the neighbours will hear." Tentatively, Linda places her hand around the smooth, warm hardness of him and grips him tightly. She loved hearing him moan softly in her ears as she gripped him tighter and tighter before caressing him up and down, feeling a dampness begin to moisten the tip. Chris felt like he was about to explode but knew he had to hold it back. He was not about to ruin this night like a school kid in the backseat of daddy's car. Chris, with his teeth gritted, whispers again in her ear. Linda can hear the raspyness of his voice and knows he is fast approaching his own crisis. "Put me inside you, Linda. I want it to be your hand that places me inside, showing me you want this as much as I do." Linda wasted no time. She placed the moist tip of his cock into the flood of wetness that had prepared her sheath. Her cunt would grip him and hold him like an expensive leather glove grips your hand. Both Linda and Chris were shocked by the impact of their first encounter. They both sucked in air as he slid deeper and deeper inside her. Grabbing the bottom part of Linda's thighs, he lifted them opening her up even more for him; giving him a place to grip so he could push inside her faster and faster. "Harder, Chris, harder!" Linda begged. Chris needed no further encouragement. On his knees looking down at her face screwed up as he had pictured it would in passion, her breasts bouncing from every push, her thighs up against her chest, he pushed. No, Chris rammed. He rammed and rammed looking down between her legs. He saw that her flood of wetness caused her shaven lips to glisten in the soft light. This was too much. This is what pushed him over the edge right along with her. Moans and sighs from her delightful mouth, breathlessly slipping unknowingly from her lips. He rammed and yelled aloud himself as he felt the first spurt of his sap jettison from his balls up his shaft to squirt deep inside her. He kept pumping and pumping as he felt another and another come from his body to mingle in hers. A grunt escaped from his lips as the last bit of cum was milked from his body by hers. He let go of her thighs and collapsed next to her. She rolled to her side and snuggled deep into his arms. He lifted her up and he placed his hands on either side of her face to kiss her. When he did, he tasted the salty wetness of tears. Alarmed he asked her, "Sweetheart, what is wrong? Tell me, did I hurt you?" So quietly she whispered that Chris had to strain to hear her words. "No, Chris, you did not hurt me. I was just so surprised that this could be even better than I had dreamed it could be. I have thought of this day for so long, I had no idea it would be so wonderful." With that, Chris laughed softly into her ear as he tucked her in closely to him. "My precious little Linda, we are far from finished. There is to be more, honey, much more. Now, rest. You are going to need it." White Lace Panties Ch. 3 Chapter 3: The Next Meeting Linda was running down the tunnel to the plane. She was late for boarding and had to hurry. Finally, in her seat, buckled up safely, she gave a big sigh of relief. She made it! Looking out the window at the airport as they turned and taxied down the runway for takeoff, she remembered back to when Chris had come to her. Now it was her turn to go to him. Thank goodness the flight would not be a long one; she hated flying. She had never been to New York before and was so excited and if truth be known, she was a little nervous too. She couldn't wait to see Chris and was glad when he had promised to meet her at the airport. Closing her eyes she put her head back to remember their last meeting. It was wonderful. A dream come true. How on earth will they ever be able to top that weekend? Knowing Chris as she did, she knew they would be able to do it. It seemed like only minutes had gone by when the seat belt light flashed for her to buckle up again for landing. The wheels of the plane bumped the tarmac but not nearly as hard as her heart was bumping in her chest. Finally, she found herself in the terminal looking around for Chris. It was only moments before she saw his smiling face. He knew she was terrified about coming to him, flying and the big city; so he made it a point to be there early to lessen the anxiety he knew she would be feeling. Walking over to her, he raised his arms and Linda fell into them and it felt as if she had never left them. The bear hug was so familiar to her and comforting. Chris pulled away first and said, "Let's get your bags." He stowed her bag in the trunk and opened the car door for her as she slid in the passenger seat. Chris got in the car and they were on their way to the finest hotel in New York. Chris had already checked in and had the key-card so they could go straight up to their room. Once inside, Chris dropped her bag and took her in his arms again. He kissed her as he had kissed her before, with passion and the promise of a fantastic time. Linda was tired but she felt rejuvenated just from his tender kiss. She was ready for more and knowing Chris was not the type to wait, he surprised her when he suggested she go and take a nice bubble bath. He had bought her some soft scented bubble bath as a gift knowing how much she loved to soak up to her neck in warm water and bubbles. She went into the large bathroom with the heated floor and bright lights, she slipped off her traveling clothes and bent over the tub to fill it, adding a generous amount of the gift Chris had left there for her. As the tub filled, Chris came in the bathroom with scented candles and turned off the over- head light. The room was filled with the aroma of musk and had the aura of sensuousness. Chris just smiled at her standing naked next to the tub half filled with warm water and bubbles then he left. Linda turned to slip one dainty foot into the tub, then the other. Slowly, she lowered her slender body down to sink neck deep into the wonderful bath. Inhaling deeply she enjoyed the scent of musk. "Always such an erotic scent." She thought. Lying on the bath pillow, Linda closed her eyes to let her senses take over, just as a blindfold is supposed to heighten your other senses in bed. Chris returned to the bathroom again with a large glass of white wine and he kneeled down next to her outside the tub. Handing her the glass, Linda took it and sipped. Chris placed his finger on the bottom of her wineglass and tipped it telling her, "Drink up honey, you are going to need it." Shivering, in spite of the warm water and steamy room, Linda's sip became a gulp. Wine slipped from the corners of her mouth and spilled to her chin. Chris reached over and licked it dry. Giggling, Linda sipped more until the glass was gone. Chris took the empty glass to refill it and returned it to Linda. This time he did not remain; he just handed her the glass, smiled and left her alone. Drinking some more of the delightful wine, Linda felt the warmth of the alcohol on the inside as the water was warming her on the outside. She could feel the results of the wine and she admitted to herself she was feeling just a wee bit drunk. More of a relaxed warm buzz rather than drunk. Drunk always sounds so sloppy. Placing the wineglass on the edge of the tub, Linda went back to closing her eyes and taking in this romantic, sensual atmosphere. Hearing someone knock on the room door, she listened as Chris answered it. Assuming that Chris had just ordered room service, she thought nothing more about it, until she heard the hum of voices. It was a woman's voice and she did not leave. Linda could not hear what they were saying but she could tell there was a conversation going on in the next room. Curious, Linda stood up, water running in little rivers down her body, a puff of bubbles clinging to her breast her and her knee, she stepped out of the tub. After patting herself dry, she wrapped her body in the towel like a sarong. Wiping the steam from the mirror with the facecloth, she brushed her hair. Once she was sure she looked ok, she stepped out into the room. Chris and a very lovely tall blonde turned to look at her as she entered. Chris had changed into one of those thick white hotel robes and the woman was wearing a white lab coat. She looked like someone out of those adult magazines. The lab coat was short and tight and it was obvious she wore nothing beneath it. When she turned, Linda could see her large breasts ready to spill out where the gorgeous blonde had left the button undone. Linda looked around and saw that the blonde was standing next to a long table covered with thick warm flannel sheets. The table was on wheels but they were locked into place, like wheelchair locks. On the floor was a big black case opened but not emptied. The room was filled with the same scented candles that Chris had placed in the bathroom for her. The wine bottle was lazily lying on its side in a big silver ice bucket. One of the cozy chairs was moved from its place and was very deliberately put at the end of the table, just a little to the side. Chris came to Linda and kissed her. His finger pulled back her hair from her ear so he could whisper softly to her. He said, "Relax honey, this is for you. You will love it. You have to do NOTHING but relax and trust me. Can you do that?" Looking away from the room and into his eyes, she saw tenderness but she also saw deep raw passion and it made her gasp. Leave it to Chris to make her knees buckle. Answering him in a whisper as well, she answered, "I trust you, Chris." With that statement, Chris smiled at her and tugged the towel quickly from her body. A gasp slipped from Linda before she could stop it. As a natural response, she put her hands up to cover her body but Chris took her hands away and smiled. He kept one of her little hands in his and he squeezed it in reassurance. "Come with me." He whispered. Chris took her to the edge of the table and told her to lay face down on it. Linda knew it to be a massage table as she had had many massages before but never from anyone who looked like the wordless blonde still standing there. Quickly, she laid down on the table as Chris had told her. She was surprisingly comfortable. The room was warm, romantic, filled with the scent of musk and a subtle sense of excitement. Linda's head was turned on its side facing Chris. Behind her she could hear the blonde as she emptied the back case onto the table next to her. Chris smiled his mysterious smile and sat comfortably in the chair by the table. He lifted his glass of wine to his lips and Linda could see his eyes sparkling in anticipation. Closing her eyes, Marisa felt that she would be treated to a wonderful massage, one of her favourite things, and Chris just wanted to watch. Surprisingly, Chris did not introduce the two women and the blonde never spoke. Linda found this curious but not important enough to worry about. Chris spoke to the blonde and told her to start. He had opened his legs and the robe he was wearing was pulled apart leaving his sex bare for the blonde and herself to see. He did not seem the least bit embarrassed or bothered by his nudity and neither did the blonde. Although, Chris had told her to start, Linda did not feel the soft hands nor the warm oil she was expecting, so she opened her eyes. Looking up she watched as the blonde unbuttoned each straining button on the lab coat, revealing what Linda already knew, she was naked beneath it. Letting it slide from her arms she tossed the coat onto the bed and turned to Linda to begin. Linda could not help but notice the beautiful full breasts with soft pink nipples. Her tummy was flat with a blond bush of hair covering her sex. This blonde was a true blonde. Linda turned her head away to look at Chris, she saw the appreciative look in his glassy eyes, but all he did was nod, sip his wine and smile. The blonde picked up the plastic bottle and squirted the warm oil onto Linda's back. Firm but soft hands soon followed in long smooth strokes down to the small of her back and up to the base of her neck. It felt wonderful. Deep massaging strokes across her back from side to side, Linda could feel herself let go and relax. The effects of the long flight, the nervousness of the trip and all the tiredness fled from her body with each stroke. The warm bath, the scented candles, the wine and the general mood of the room also contributed to this very calm feeling. Expert hands caressed over her shoulders and around her neck and made her drift even further into tranquility. Linda could feel the blondes hands reach over to caress the back of her arm on the far side of her body. As she did this, the blonde's ample breasts pressed against Linda's slick back. The blonde must have being getting aroused because Linda could feel the hard nubs of her nipples as her breasts slid back and forth across her back. Linda opened her eyes to look over at Chris. He had lit a cigar that was between his fingers of the same glass holding his wine. His other hand was around his full erection and his eyes, shiny with arousal were looking straight at her. She smiled. The blonde took the warm oil again and applied it to Linda's naked bottom. Taking one cheek and pulling it away from the other, she squirted oil into the crack. Linda felt warm oil hit her puckered ring as well as the excess running down to her soft nether lips and puddle beneath her on the sheets. Looking at Chris, Linda saw his eyes follow the oil. He spoke to the blonde and Linda trembled from his words. "Spread her legs wider so I can see better, and oil her asshole more. I want her virgin ass prepared for me." The blonde reached down to grab each of Linda's naked ankles and spread them as far apart as the table would allow. Then she spread the cheeks of her ass and squirted more oil across her pucker, inserting the tip and giving it just a little shot, greasing the inside walls of her ass. Linda, shocked and a little frightened lifted from the table. The blonde was prepared for this and pressed her back down. Soft hands slid down her legs and up again to her ass. The hands split her ass like a peach to open her to Chris's view. Fingers massaging her cheeks as thumbs held her apart. Linda looked at Chris and saw that his eyes were glued to her ass and she could not help but notice that his hard cock was twitching in anticipation. Her entire naked body blushed from his look. Even in the candlelit room it was easy to see the pink flush of her skin. Not realizing what she was doing, Linda was unconsciously gyrating her hips on the table. Her arousal kept her ass moving but her embarrassment kept her from realizing it. Chris took a long puff of his cigar, then a sip of wine and nodded to the naked blonde as she started to slip her fingers along the crack of Linda's ass. Very slowly and carefully, the blonde inserted a finger, just to the first knuckle, letting Linda's relax and allow the intrusion. At first there was resistance but soon, she felt her relax and allow the finger to slip inside her all the way. The warm oil made resistance of such a small object in her ass almost impossible to refuse. Linda began moaning softly in the room. Chris nodded again as the woman tried to slip in another finger. Linda groaned louder this time. The blonde looked over to Chris and shook her head, "no." Chris looked her right in the eye and nodded his head, "yes." The blonde reached in further and slipped a second finger into the tight opening and gently pushed inside. Linda was grinding harder into the table as if she were trying to rub her aroused clit against her lover. Chris could watch no more without participating. Putting down his cigar and wine, he stood up and dropped his robe to the floor. Walking naked with his proud hard cock bobbing up and down he went to stand next to the blonde. Linda looked in time to see the blonde reach out with her other hand to stroke Chris as he stood next to her. She heard Chris moan and say, "no" in a strained voice. She let go of him immediately. His hand reached over to the blondes and carefully pulled her fingers from Linda's ass. "Roll over, honey," Chris told her. As if in a dream, Linda raised herself up and rolled over onto her back. Chris spread her legs again as far as they would go. His hand cupped her sex and flicked her clit slowly and gently and Linda's hips flew up off the table as she came. She moaned and moved to the rhythm of his hand. Her senses flooded with passion, his hand filled with her "essence of a woman." He was very pleased. As Linda pulled herself together, she opened her eyes to see Chris push the blonde down to her knees and he held the back of her head as he shoved his cock in her mouth. The naked blonde's tits jiggled beautifully in rhythm of her Sucking. Linda just watched. She watched his shiny shaft pull from her full red lips and then disappear again as he rammed it home, still holding her head. His face contorted in passion, he was so close to cumming. His hands curled into her hair pulled her head from him just in time. e didn't want to cum yet. This night was planned for Linda and there was no way he was going to disappoint her. Chris motioned for the blonde to go to the head of the table, as he went to the end of the table. Taking the backs of Linda's thighs in his strong hands he lifted her legs up and over her head, causing her to be almost bent in half. The naked blonde reached over Linda's head and grabbed her legs to hold them. Linda knew that her soaking wet cunt and her needy asshole were facing Chris in the most unladylike way, but she did not care. She just wanted to be taken. Chris told her, "I am taking you this way, because I want to see your face and your eyes when I take your ass for the very first time." That statement in itself almost took Linda over the edge. Chris lowered his face to her opening and inhaled her scent. He was a little disappointed because he could only smell the scent of the oil and bubble bath, not her natural scent. His tongue flicked across her clit and she screamed out just before it dipped into the slit itself. Fucking her deeply with his tongue, he pushed in as close as he could humanly get trying to reach into the very depths of her soul. Quickly, he pulled his tongue from her cunt and trailed it down to her ass. His tongue pushed at the resisting orifice and laughed saying, "You might as well relax for me, darling. Your ass is mine tonight." Taking the oil bottle, Chris slipped the nozzle into her ass and greased the virgin passage he was going to take. Removing it from her ass he watched as the slippery oil dripped from her opening. He then turned the nozzle on himself and oiled his hard cock well. Dropping the bottle where he was, he took his hand and stroked it all over his cock and balls. Chris positioned himself between her opened legs and placed the head of his cock on her resisting ass and pressed lightly. Her mouth opened wide to yell and Chris nodded to the blonde. The blonde leaned forward and pressed her breast into Linda's mouth. Linda started sucking and sucking as she felt Chris add even more pressure to her asshole. She felt him push the head inside passed the point of resistance. Linda still screamed even with the tasty pacifier in her mouth. It burned. It throbbed. It ached. It hurt! Chris understood this and he stopped. He just stood still to let her relax her muscles and let him enter her. When he could feel her resistance diminish, Chris pushed himself home. He pushed inside her deep, as deep as he could go. He was there. He knew how frightened Linda was but he also knew how much she truly wanted this, so there was no going back now. He took his hips and thrust forward and out, and in and out, fucking her tight virgin ass for the very first time. It was not long before he heard the familiar moans of her passion. He knew she was now used to this and even more, that she loved it. He fucked her ass just as he had fucked her cunt numerous times. The satiny smooth walls of her body gripped him tightly and he loved the feel too. Chris watched Linda's ass as he fucked her, his hand slipped out to slip a finger deep inside her cunt and let his thumb roll over her aroused clit. Looking up he watched her sucking on the nipple of the blonde's generous breasts. He could stand it no more. Linda began to buck on the table from his caresses. She was cumming! That was it for him, Chris could feel his seed boil up in his full sac to travel along his hard shaft and out the tip to paint the walls of Linda's bowels with his cum. Screaming aloud he shot hard and deep inside her. It was wonderful, better than they both had hoped her first time would be. Chris very gently pulled himself from her ass and told the blonde to let her legs down. The blonde reached over for her lab coat and put it on. She gathered her oils and put them in the black bag. Without even a goodnight, she turned and walked out the door. Chris moved to the side of the table and lifted Linda up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Snuggling naked, feeling safe and happy in his arms, Linda whispered, "Thank you, darling."