Lynner Notes 7

The early morning sun was beginning to rise in the windows behind Lynn now. I could hear the birds chirping. Singing their too late night, too early morning song. The effects of the nights partying were gone. The effect of the nightcaps were gone. Lynn had released my pecker and her other hand no longer was busy with herself. I pulled myself up to a cross legged position still between Lynn’s slender shanks and took her little behind in my hands. I raised her up and pulled her close. My mouth met her still erect nipple and my tongue slowly circled it’s prey. It was predawn and time to take our time. I ever so slowly positioned myself below the delicious pussy I had been enjoying for the previous hours. But now, with Lynn’s ass in my hands, I controlled my entry.
She seemed more anxious than me, but I was in charge of the gravity of this situation. I savored every pussy fold as they slowly slid over the head of my cock. I savored the sealing of those lips around the shaft after the head had cleared. When all the cock had been consumed I just soaked in the moment and looked up into Lynn’s eyes. I swam in their blue again. Felt their moisture surround me and pulsed my prick with nary a motion or thrust. Just a twitch from muscles that I did not know the name of at that time. Lynn’s eyes told me she was enjoying the immersion as well.

Finally Cynthia / Sindy Suprise

 

I guess there was something nagging at me as unbuttoned this young woman’s blouse. Even more so as I framed her face in my hands upon initial entry. But I was to distracted by her tight young body. It had been many years since I frolicked with a twenty something woman. No children had been thrust forth from this particular delicacy. Full immersion and a tightness that can rarely be regained once lost was all that was on my reptilian brain at this moment. The past few years of living as much as possible in the here and now had taught me how to enjoy moments of pure immersion and delight in a woman. Having known the pleasure of the more mature for many years, the problematic youthful emotions, and recriminations on the nature of women are no longer a hindrance to me. Unlike back when I was in my twenties, today I can assuage that inner voice knowing that this was a totally unexpected, and might I add ,unsolicited treat. Not to mention the thrill of my first ever blow job to be enhanced by a little ball of cold steel on the tip of Sindy’s tongue.

Lynner Notes 6

I could smell the liquor, stale smoke of the lounge, the remnants of Lynn’s perfume, but mostly I could smell her delicious cunt. I felt the heat rising from her as the tip of my cock was poised centimeters from her lascivious labia. Her heat was rising up just as the nipples on her small round tits were rising up inviting me to plaster my chest against hers and thrust away between her up stretched legs. There we are and I was taking another swim in her Pisces eyes.

“I know he fucks other women when you two are on production out in La La Land” Lynn pleaded, helping me with my list of justifications for fucking my creative partners girlfriend on their floor. But whether it was the guilt, alcohol, or both; it was not just my resolve that was no longer firm in its passion to be inside this woman now.

As it became clear that my cock was toppling I would have to take up the offensive, even if to only buy a little more time for decision.

“I hope your not just wanting to fuck me tonight for revenge.” There. That card was played. What I didn’t add was that over the years I have known Lynn, many of times I would have fucked her for whatever rationalization she would use to give herself to me. Revenge, sympathy, just plain horny. Her small frame and tiny ass had captured my muse from the first time I watched her walk out a door. Unfortunately, for that last couple of years that was usually with Jim.

Finally Cynthia / Cindy Starts

 

Cindy, Sindy or Cynthia. I have met and lusted after an inordinate number of girls, ladies, and women of that name; never mind the spelling. Yet had never bedded a single Cindy. Heavy petting, basement make outs, stolen kisses in parks. Yes. But a Cindy fuck was not to be. During my fourteen year marriage to Toni I had resigned myself to that fact. I thought I had put that fantasy away for good.

But when I found myself in a Indiana hotel bar and this woman with straight brown hair in a cheek length Jennifer Aniston hairdo framing glasses over large hazel eyes came up and asked me if I was John Harker and introducing herself as Cindy, it didn’t even register. Mostly because I am not John Harker. Also having been out of circulation for a decade and a half it took me longer to figure out that I had actually just been approached with a chat up line. But I catch on quickly. With the Toni initiated divorce almost finalized I found myself in a comfortable adult conversation with Cindy who now knew my name was Sam.

Now I have Cindy standing naked before me and feeling compelled to tell me that she does not usually do this sort of thing. Her nicely landscaped snatch is all I can think about, so I do not care. But I do believe her. Because I know I am special. But Cindy is exceptional.

When she agreed to come back to my room and desert the friends she had arrived with I had no idea what I was in for. Neither did she.

Once in the room it dawned on me that this would be a new woman. A different woman. I had only slept, touched, fucked my soon to be ex wife for fourteen years. I admired Cindy’s shapely and trim heart shaped ass. But mostly I hungered for her breasts. From what I could tell in the lounge these would be tits that were not exactly big. Not exactly small. More than a handful. Certainly not the large breasts that had been in my hands for the last decade or two. It had seemed after my first lover, a small breasted women; almost every woman I have fucked has been generously endowed. Even Toni’s tits were bouncy and fuckable. If the menu was changing, this would be just what I would have ordered. Cindy just stood there and let me take her in. From our barroom exchange she knew that she would be my first bit of strange for a long long time.

Lynner Notes 5

After working me over orally Lynn grasps my wrists and pulls my butt off the couch and on to the floor. As I lean back she starts to work me over aurally. My cock is fully erect and soaking from Lynn’s mouth but she being a flexible and lithe minx leans back on her arms giving me an astounding view of her small rounded breasts and planting her feet flat on either side of my ribs on the couch base behind me she slowly begins to pendulum her shaved gash up and down the underside of my shaft making both dick and slit slick and slippery. She then starts telling me how tight it is because Jim hasn’t been “up” or “inside” for way too long. She tells me how she blames me because of all the work and traveling Jim and I do to keep the commercials we pitch moving forward. She tells me how wet she has to be to even get her one finger up inside her. She gives a little shiver and says she was thinking about this cock of mine forcing open her pussy lips and splitting her wide. All the while she is slathering my pole with her aus jus.  As drunk as I am, I am still stiffening as Lynn tells me she is so glad to see me hard again. Jim never is hard after a night of drinking while she is always ready to fuck after a night on the town.

As Lynn worked her originally thin inward folded lips along the bottom of my cock I watched in rapture and ecstasy as the thin gash begins to unfold and flower into full plush folds of pussy that expand and embrace my shaft, engulfing it in warm and wet from below.

With that Lynn grasps my forearms in a sort of winged warrior Roman greeting. She presses her feet flat on the floor beside my bum for lift and raising up her exquisite tiny ass, which I had admired for the years of our acquaintance, and then impales herself forthwith on my dick with the howel of a banshee. I feel her all around me, hot and blazing with the fire of a full grown woman but with the slim and petite body of a young ballet dancer.

She is indeed very tight.

Lynner Notes 4

The good thing was I had reliable insider information on just how flexible and horny Lynn was. The bad thing was that this information was from my creative partner and Lynn’s boyfriend who was passed out drunk in the next room after a night of hard partying. It was not the first night we had painted the town red together. It was also not the first time I had helped Lynn get Jim up to the apartment after such a night. But it was the first night I accepted Lynn’s offer for a night cap.

We installed ourselves on the sofa and sipped our late night / early morning cocktail. We were comfortable together and chatted easily as long time acquaintances do. But as I watched her watery blue eyes sparkle in the light, her delicate fingers tipped with red nail polish bring the glass to her large luscious mouth, and her throat swallowing the intoxicating liquid; I could not help but notice her small breast reveal itself as she leaned forward to place her glass on the small coffee table. It was then I noticed that her nipple was quite erect. A state they had not been in earlier this evening. It was not the first time I had checked out Lynn’s tits that evening. Lynn rarely wears a bra and I confess to a long infatuation with her frame. As Lynn leaned back she also became aware of where my eyes were. Before I could register embarrassment she leaned back and stretched on the sofa like a cat making both her erect nipples very evident through her light blue striped button down shirt. My eyes were not going anywhere now.

Lynn shimmied her shoulders and upper torso around a bit for final effect and said, “I don’t know what feels better. The fabric of my shirt rubbing against my breasts or your eyes glued to them.” The smile she flashed me after that is a thrill I will hold dear forever.

The blouse was open. Now so was the invite.

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