Crewmate by glyph

Chapter II – Lydia

It was some time later after he had close hauled the sails to take maximum advantage of the available wind that she was once again perched on the high side of the cockpit.  She found a position that accommodated the greater tilt of the deck.  Her water bottle was in her hand.

“You know that we haven’t talked about Lydia yet.”

He cringed mentally.  It was a subject he was loath to face head-on.  At the same time, she wasn’t going to let up and he had to admit that he owed everybody concerned an answer.

“You think I ought to move in with them don’t you?” he asked by way of opening.

She nodded.  “I don’t think you’re going to find anybody as compatible.  Seeing you two together makes me believe in soul mates.  It makes me happy for you.” Then she smiled wryly.  “And let’s not forget, you’re one pervert who’s not getting any younger.”

“Pervert?  I’m just a guy with a lot of love to give,” he replied with mock indignation.  “And I’m young at heart.”

She took a skeptical pull on her bottle.  Her tits jiggled as she went through this process and sat back again.  He followed this appreciatively.   Okay, maybe she had a point about the pervert thing.

She was right about Lydia and him, too.  He would never have guessed that his relationship could have taken the direction or gone as far as it had.

Lydia first appeared in his life a little over six months ago.  He remembered seeing her for the first time as she strode confidently into the conference room, introduced herself, gave him a crisp handshake and a business card before taking a place at the table. It registered in his brain that she was above average on the attractiveness scale but her business-like demeanor and poker-face expression prevented him from recognizing any exceptional merit to her looks.

It had gotten his attention that her skirt seemed incongruously short for the rather severely tailored pin stripped dark blue suit she wore.  It wasn’t quite a mini, but it showed a bonus stretch of thigh that one doesn’t usually get in these kinds of gatherings.

This meeting was the kickoff for a corporate acquisition for which his firm and hers were providing consulting services.  As was typical for this kind of gathering, the room was full with people who were extraneous to the work at hand.  Moreover, everyone was posturing in front of the client people. 

When he gave his presentation concerning his company’s expected contribution, it largely passed without comment.  He was about to resume his seat when she asked a question – more accurately issued a challenge.  He was prepared, so he parried it easily.  Then from another quarter came a second.  Then a third.  The client asked a follow up to his third answer and then the flood gates opened.  He was getting peppered from all directions and the questions were well ahead of what was appropriate for this stage of the work.  He was beginning to wither.  It was then that she jumped back in and diplomatically suggested that the meeting was getting bogged down in detail and that maybe the group should table these questions and move on.

He felt considerable gratitude for her as he sat down.  He looked over at her and she glanced in his direction.  Her expression didn’t change but her gaze lingered a second more than required.  He sensed the connection.

He wanted to seek her out during the breaks but she was engaged with her colleagues – one of which turned out to be a managing partner of her firm.  Consequently, except for the “nice meeting you” parting handshake, he had no further exchange with her.

The working session a week later consisted of a much smaller group.  She was the sole representative of her firm.  That wasn’t the only change.  She was wearing a petal pink suit as an accompaniment to an easy smile.  The hemline was thankfully unchanged, however.

“It got a little wound up last time,” she volunteered with a wan smile over the rim of her first cup of coffee.

“Yeah, I’m glad you suggested clemency.”

She shrugged.  “The least I could do since I touched it off.  I was just trying to show my boss that I could handle this one myself.”

“Well, when you get that kind of high level attendance at meetings you get a lot of people who are trying to score points.”

“And heavy hitters who are trying to impress each other,” she agreed and then added, “When elephants are fucking, your best plan is to concentrate on staying out of the way.”

There was nothing self-conscious about her smile as she imparted that observation.  He was impressed with the ease with which she phased the f-word into a professional conversation with a stranger.  As she took her seat he concluded that her blue eyes might indicate that she was a natural blond.  It was at that point that he decided that he wanted to get to know her better.

The meeting was over by lunchtime.  She was gathering her papers but seemed in no hurry to leave.  He proposed lunch.  She accepted.

The conversation at lunch quickly turned personal.  She was divorced with a 12 year-old daughter.  From the clues she dropped he concluded that she was at least ten years younger than he.  She was a junior associate in the law firm that she had worked at for the last three years.  Then she dropped the information that she was between relationships.  He picked up on that and quickly admitted that he, too, was single.

When they parted after lingering over a second cup of coffee, they agreed that the current project was going to require off-line consultation between the two of them.  That was the start of the multiple daily calls and frequent “working” luncheon sessions. 

Less and less work got done at lunch.  Light banter, intimate disclosures and incidental touches became more the norm. He clearly received the signals that she wanted him but he held back from making his move.  Partly, he was concerned about the professional ramifications if it came to light that they were trysting while they were supposed to be looking after their client’s interests.  More to the point he found himself enjoying the degree to which her signs of receptiveness were becoming more overt.  The anticipation of possessing her was becoming intoxicating.

In the fullness of weeks, the acquisition process came to a head.  Due diligence was completed and only the wording of the final documents remained.  The principals decided that they wanted the deal concluded by a deadline that found the responsible people in widely separated locations throughout the country and the world.  A conference call was mandated for a page-by-page review of the corpulent agreement and its endless exhibits. 

He made sure that he and Lydia were sharing a speaker phone alone in his office.  In deference to the time zones and commitments of the various participants, the call got started late in the work day.  As the hours wore on, he ordered Chinese food for dinner, she “got comfortable” by losing her shoes.  He mirrored her actions by opening his tie-less shirt and rolling up his sleeves. His shoes went, too. The cleaners came and went as night fell outside his windows.

As the process wore on, she became increasingly agitated.  “It’s hot in here,” she whispered to him.  Then she removed her suit jacket.  The only thing under it was a shear, lacy bra.  She smiled self-consciously as she turned back to the conversation on the phone.  He was appreciating the line of her bust and straining his eyes to confirm whether or not he was seeing her aureoles showing through the sheer cup material when she poked him in the ribs.

“Huh, sorry,” he said to the phone as he realized that a question had been directed at him.  The caller repeated the query as he kept his eyes riveted to the phone.  He concentrated mightily to give a very precise answer.

When the conversation moved on, he stabbed the mute button and turned to her.

“That was your fault,” he accused with a grin. 

She tossed her head dismissively.  “Men are so easily distracted.  A girl shows a little skin and their minds go blank.  Suppose you had some real distraction to deal with, like this?”

With that she sat up, reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  With studied casualness she removed the undergarment and set it on the conference table next to the phone.  Then looking directly at him, she reached up with both hands to fluff out her hair.  Her breasts lifted and jiggled sympathetically.  They were exquisitely full.

His cock was up in seconds.  So was his pulse rate.

“Mark?  Mark, you there?” came from the speaker.

He snapped back and stabbed the mute button off.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.  We … were having a sidebar here.  What was the question?”

He glanced at her as he listened to the repeat of the question.  Her chin was resting on a hand which was propped on the arm of her chair.  She was smiling serenely, completely relaxed with her breasts on display.

He looked back resolutely at the phone, concentrated and framed his response.  When he was well into it, she suddenly chimed in and slightly corrected one of his facts.  He looked at the text in front of him and realized she was right.  His glance told him she was still in her pose and speaking from memory while looking sidelong at him.

When the conversation moved on to the next point, Lydia pushed back her chair and stood.  While apparently paying complete attention to the discussion, she reached behind her waist, unzipped her skirt, let it fall, stepped out of it and then draped it on the arm of her chair.

He was hypnotized by her performance.  When he perceived that she wasn’t wearing panties and that her pussy was shaved clean, his heart achieved pile driver intensity.

She casually resumed her seat wearing nothing but her jewelry and shoes.  As she slowly crossed her legs, her chin found its perch on her hand again.

“That’s shown on page three of Exhibit B.  The reference is in the text right below where you’re reading.”

He realized that she was commenting on the subject at hand.  He had lost the thread of the conversation again.

He turned to the phone and focused his attention furiously on the process.  He jumped in and commented needlessly on a point.  There was a disconcerted pause and then the participants moved onto the next question.  He cringed inwardly but kept his eyes firmly on the phone.

For a period no other opportunity arose for him to contribute.  During that time Lydia’s input was solicited once, then again.  As she spoke to the second point he glanced involuntarily at her.  That was followed by a double take and then a stare.

She had shifted in her chair so that she was draped over it rather than sitting in it.  She supported herself on one elbow on one armrest.  One foot was on the floor with the knee pointed almost at him while the other leg was slung over the other arm rest.  Her pussy was wide open to his view.  She continued to seem totally relaxed.

Is it hot in here? he suddenly wondered.

“Okay, are we done then?”  The voice on the phone was asking.  There was murmured assent from the other participants.  “Okay, Brooks and Associates will get the final version out for signature.  Right, Lydia?”

“Right, Wayne.  We’ll have it out early next week.”

“Great.  Well, thanks, everybody.  Have a good whatever-it-is-in-your-time zone.”

A round of good byes and the phone went dead.

Lydia smiled at him.  “Congratulations, partner, we did it.”

He didn’t reply.  Instead he got up, crossed to her chair and leaned over her.  As she looked up, he inserted a finger in her pussy, noting how wet she was.  Her smile froze into a look of expectancy.  Other than that and a sharp intake of breath, she didn’t move a muscle.  As his face came closer, she put her head up so that her mouth met his.  He leaned on her chair with his free hand as their tongues intertwined and his finger slowly worked her pussy.

She began to writhe under his ministrations.  Her hands sought his fly and with some difficulty managed to get it open.  Her efforts caused them to slide out of the kiss.  His head immediately descended to the hollow of her neck.  In response she laid her head back, relinquishing her efforts at his crouch.  Her mission had been accomplished, however.  He felt his rigid cock emerge into the cool environment of the room.

He sank to one knee as he kissed down her front until he encountered a nipple.  It was hard and ripe for sucking.  His mouth obliged and she gasped her appreciation as she buried her fingers in his hair.  A moment later her grip on his head tightened almost painfully as her legs began to thrash.  He surmised that he had caught her clit and redoubled his finger action.  She became very vocal.

Her orgasm peaked and began to subside.  He pulled back from her to look into her face.  She seemed dazed and her breathing was ragged.  It was time for him to take charge.  He withdrew his finger from her cunt and slipped his arms around her to position her body to be picked up.  She became coherent enough to cooperate.  As he slipped his arms under her buttocks, she wrapped her arms around his rib cage.  With surprising ease her lifted her, turned and set her on the edge of the conference table.  He let go of her momentarily to unfasten his pants and let them drop.

She caught on to his intent by opening her legs and reaching for his drooling cock.  She wrapped her legs high around him as she supported herself on one out stretched arm while she used her other hand to draw his cock to her cunt lips.  His initial push assured her of his alignment.  She withdrew her hand and let him take control.

In a couple of thrusts he was fully inserted in her.  They made a few adjustments.  Then she leaned back and began to rock her hips slowly.  He took the hint of her readiness and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes.  Adding rotation to his thrusts, he sought her sensitive spot.  When he got close, she readjusted her legs to bring him into contact.  Her subsequent writhing and moaning confirmed their mutual success.

As he continued fucking her, holding her by her buttocks, he reveled in the sight of her.  Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back.  Her mouth hung open as she gasped for breath.  Her shoulders were hunched against her supporting arms.  What turned him on the most, however, was the way her tits swayed in rhythm to their mutual fucking motions.

The signals from his cock told him that he was close.  Fortunately, she also seemed to be peaking.  He slammed into her urgently, but she failed to follow his speed as she fell off rhythm and spasmed in her climax.  He had to pause for a moment as her clenched pussy muscles arrested his thrusting, but as soon as she started relaxing he was back pounding her.  She seemed beyond noticing when he made his final plunge and pumped his cum into her.  He leaned heavily on the table to prevent his legs from folding under him as the waves of pleasure deprived him of control.

When she recovered somewhat she leaned toward him and put a hand behind his neck.  She put her face up to him as she drew him close.  He was expecting a kiss, but instead …

“You bastard,” she hissed.  She tossed her head to clear the hair out of her face so that she could fix him with a severe look.

Confused, he wondered if he had mistaken her climax and left her unsatisfied.  But he had never gotten a reprimand from a partner for that before.

“You made me wait all this time and then I had to make the first move,” she continued.  “I could have been getting fucked like this a month ago.”

When her words sank in, he almost burst out laughing – more with relief than amusement.  Here he was with his cock softening in her cunt which was in turn drooling their combined fluids on the table edge and she was complaining about not having been fucked sooner.  He did a quick calculation and decided to be conciliatory.

“You’re right.  I’ve been a very bad boy.  Let me fuck you until I make it up to you.”

Her reproachful glare wavered.  Then her face relaxed.  Finally a smile crept onto her lips.

“Okay,” she assented, failing to resume her former stern expression, “but you’d better do me really good.  I know some very good lawyers.”

With that, she drew his face down to hers and locked up their mouths in a kiss. 

When they parted, she held his head so that their lips remained nearly touching and whispered, “Come home with me tonight.”

“Okay.”

After a little more sex play, they retrieved the napkins from their supper and proceeded to clean up the residue of their sex.  She got down off the table and collected her clothes.  She didn’t try to put them on.  Draping them on the chair she announced, “I gotta find the ladies’ room.”  As he was closing up his pants, she opened his office door and strode out as naked as the proverbial jaybird.  When he recovered from his surprise, he went to the door and glanced out.  Thankfully, no one seemed to be working late in the area.

Busying himself, he collected the trash and hauled it to the canteen.  When he returned, he found her in his office sitting behind his desk.  She was still innocent of clothing. 

In response to his inquisitive look, she indicated the paper she was writing on.

“Directions to my place – in case we get separated.”

She rose, handed him the directions, slipped into her shoes and gathered up her purse and clothes.  Then she took his arm and smiled, “Ready?”

He knitted an eyebrow.  “You’re going out like that?”

She tossed her head dismissively.  “Why not?”

She had a point.  It was nearly 10 PM and there was no one around.  With an acquiescing shrug, he led her to the elevator.

The drive was nearly 40 minutes.  They stayed in touch by mobile phone.  During a lull he remembered her reaction to meeting the night air.  Even here in the Florida panhandle March nights were nippy.  She covered up her discomfort with a smile.  He didn’t miss the sharp erection of her nipples, though.  As he remembered, there was sympathetic stirring in his pants.

They entered her townhouse from her garage underneath the house.  She led him directly to the bedroom where she deposited her clothes and then turned to him.  She pressed her naked body against his clothed one as they embraced and kissed.

“C’mon,” she said at last, turning him around so that his back was to the bed.  He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.  As she unfastened his pants she looked up into his eyes and said, “Just let me handle this.”

As his pants fell away, she followed them down, pulling at the waistband of his boxers as she knelt in front of him.  His incipient erection bobbed free.

“Sit,” she commanded, pushing gently against his abdomen.  He sat and watched her remove his shoes and socks before slipping his pants and underwear off his feet.  That done, she knelt up straight and knee-walked toward him.  He opened his legs obligingly.  She picked up his cock with a mischievous smile.

As her head bent to her task, he felt the welcome warm wetness of her mouth and the gentle pressure of her lips on his cock.  Her tongue swished the underside of his member.  It responded appreciatively, growing hard and gaining its full length.  Reacting to this, she cast her eyes up at him and smiled around his cock.

Her head bobbed as she moved him in and out of her mouth.  At one point his cock disappeared completely into her face.  He smiled at the exhibition of deep-throating.  Of course, the sensation on the head of his cock that accompanied this visual greatly enhanced his smiling impulse. 

Just then she stopped.  Much to his consternation, she withdrew her mouth, flipped her hair back and smiled at him. 

“I’d rather you cum in my cunt than my mouth,” she said, rising from her knees and taking his hand.  “Come on; up on the bed.”

She crawled up the bed leading him by the hand as he turned and climbed after her.   Given the unfulfilled state he was in, he was incapable of doing other than what she asked if there was any prospect of getting what he needed.  She took a position on her back with her legs open and bent at the knees.

“Climb on top and fuck me slowly.”  It might have been framed as a command but the soft expression on her face made it come across as a plea.  In any event, he complied without hesitation.  As soon as he was positioned between her legs, her hand took possession of his cock and guided it to where it needed to be.  He gave a gentle push that buried his cockhead in her.  Seemingly satisfied with the results of that thrust, she removed her hand and let him get about his business.

He watched her expression become more concentrated as her head rocked back with each of his thrusts.  Her hands were on his shoulders as he moved deeper into the now familiar territory of her cunt.  When he hit bottom he ground his crotch against hers in small circular motions.

“Do you know when I decided that I wanted you to fuck me?” she asked in a low voice.

He hesitated a moment while his buzzed brain registered that she was talking and expected him to respond.

“Uh, no.  When?”

“That first time we went out to lunch.  You looked at me over the rim of your water glass and smiled and I just got that feeling between my legs that I had to have you.  I stopped wearing panties whenever I went to meet with you after that.  I expected you to fuck me each time and you just sent me home frustrated.  I worked out like crazy with my dildo all those weeks.”

Somehow he surmised that it was important to maintain his attention to her conversation, but he continued to grind his cock into her.  As she spoke she raised her legs and wrapped them around his ass.  Her hands gripped his upper arms.  She held him tightly and began to rotate her hips with him.  Once they had established a mutual rhythm, she resumed talking.

“This reminds me of the first time Whitney’s father – my ex – fucked me.  He did a slow grind like this.  It’s nice.”

He decided he should contribute.

“My fucking reminds you of other men?”  He tried to convey an accusatory tone, but his grin spoiled it.

“No .. well, other experiences.  Making my daughter was very pleasant experience.”

“You got pregnant the first time he fucked you?”

“No, probably a week later.  I was in such a love haze, I forgot to keep track of my dates.  I had a feeling while we were doing it that day that it was a high risk time but when we were going at it, I just didn’t bother to mention it to him.  I didn’t make a decision to get knocked up, I just wasn’t in the mood to do anything to prevent it.”

He noted that her breathing was getting rapid and her facial expression was becoming more tense.  Experimentally, he picked up the pace.  She followed his lead readily.  Her grip on his arms tightened.

“You’ve got a very nice cock,” she resumed.  “And I like the way you use it.  Lots of practice?”

“I get my share.”  She seemed to be making a conscious effort to keep the conversation going in spite of the fact that she was on her way to a climax.  He wanted to switch to a fucking stroke but she continued to hold him too tightly.

“How many women have you done?”

He realized that she wanted to pursue this line.  “Uh, probably around 40,” he said, hoping that would mollify her.  Please let her be happy with that.  Fucking was the order of business at hand.  Everything else later.

“I … thought…so,” she gasped.  Her eyes were nearly closed and her grip on his arms was in danger of digging her nails into his flesh.

There was no more talk.  She urgently picked up the pace of the rotary motion.  He managed to add a slight thrusting component, but it was insufficient to meet the need he was feeling.  He could only cooperate with her moves.

The sound she made when she went over was a combination of a gasp and a whimper.  Her body thrust against him as she stiffened and her cunt muscles clenched.  As he pushed back, he thrilled in the knowledge that he was the author of the expression of unbridled lust on her face.  He was aware of the rigidity of his cock and the use to which he was about to put it.

As she relaxed, he began thrusting into her slowly.  After a few thrusts, he paused, pushed fully into her and held for a moment.  He rotated his pelvis a few times and then resumed thrusting.  As he repeated this sequence, she stirred and began participating.

After a few reps of this pattern his need built again.  He began to thrust harder and faster.  Her response became more urgent as well.  It dawned on him that she was building again.  He wondered if he could take her over before he climaxed.  With his new mission he partially withdrew from her and established a new rotary motion.  Noting her reaction, he adjusted his position and tried again.  The increase in her passion was clear.  He persisted and was rewarded with intense writhing and vocalizations.  Then the warning tingle began in his cock.  Come on, bitch, do it.

This time she came with a cry.  He didn’t notice.  His cock was deep inside her, spurting its cum.  Locked in a tight mutual embrace, they alternately stiffened and shuddered as their climaxes played out.

When he became coherent again he was aware that some time had passed.  His cock was already soft and ready to drop out of her.  He raised himself and looked at her face.  She was just beginning to stir as though she had been asleep.  Her eyelids fluttered as she turned her face toward him.

“What happened?” she whispered.

He smiled wearily.  “I think that was an orgasm.”

“No,” she said in a slow whisper, “I’ve had orgasms before.  That was an earthquake.”

He chuckled and a slow smile bloomed on her lips.  Her hands found his head.  They pulled him toward her for a kiss.

“I want to do that again.”  Dismay stirred in his head.  He couldn’t … “But I can’t now.  You’re staying the night aren’t you?”

Relief.  “Sure.”  Then he added with a smile, “I’m in no shape to drive tonight anyhow.”

A returned smile.  “Good.  We can try again in the morning.”

“It’s a date.”

That settled, he decided to make a move to break the mood.  He disentangled their legs and gingerly moved off her to lie on his side.  She remained on her back, only turning her head to watch him. 

His head was pretty well clear by then. 

“Do you always get so chatty when you’re being fucked?”

She giggled.  “Oh, don’t you like that?  Most guys don’t like to be distracted when they’re reaming a girl.  But that’s why I do it.  It slows the guy down and lets me catch up.”  Then she added, “Besides, I have this theory that a guy can’t lie to a girl when he has his cock in her.”

That gave him some pause while he reviewed the incident in his mind.  He had answered her questions promptly and with complete candor without considering any implications. Could she be right?

“I believe,” she continued, “that the cock preferentially drains away blood from those parts of the brain that formulate lies, so guys can only speak the truth.”

He felt relief.  She was apparently kidding. 

“In that case you should have read me my rights before questioning me while under fucking duress.”

She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand facing him.  He admired the heft and resilience of her tits.  But the thing he liked the best about the way she looked was her bright-eyed flush of a happily fucked woman – happily fucked by him.

“That’s true.  Legally, whatever you said can not be used against you.  However, as a woman I reserve the right to hold anything against you at any time.”

He nodded assent.  “Truly, every woman’s inalienable right.”

By unspoken mutual consent they got ready to sleep.  They overlapped their visits to the bathroom before settling in.  Sometime amongst the gentle kisses and touches they drifted off.

His morning hard-on had a little something extra on it – a mouth.  The mouth was equipped with a lovely tongue that was swishing his cockhead into a pleasant state.  He couldn’t be sure but he suspected that the fingers that were stroking his balls were also associated with the mouth.

His eyes remained closed, but he couldn’t help moving back and forth with the action of the mouth as it advanced and receded over the length of his hard-on.  His own mouth began emitting approving moans as his ragged breaths coursed in and out.

At last he felt the mouth disengage.  Not a good development in the short term but he kept his eyes closed hoping for the best.  It wasn’t long in coming.  He felt her straddling his hips and grasping his cock.  Then came the unmistakable feeling of warmth on his cock just before it engaged a pair of wet pussy lips.

“Oh, God,” he gasped as she came down on his cock, forcing it inside her.

A tinkle of female laughter descended from above him.

“Yes?” she replied in an affected deep voice.  “You called?”

He caught on and went with it.  “Am I in heaven?”

“No, son,” the faux god replied in an unconvincing baritone, “but your cock is pointed in the right direction.”

She began to move up and down on him.  Then she leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands.  After trying a few reps in that position she seemed satisfied.  Then she started to ride him in earnest.

As she continued her thrusts, she also swayed and bobbed.  On one pass he would feel her breath pass over his face, then the ends of her hair would brush his shoulders.  She was apparently having difficultly remaining stable as she failed to keep her arms stiff under the distraction of her building passion.

When she actually achieved her climax, her chin came to rest on his chest.  Her vocalizations and the clenching of her pussy muscles advertised her fulfillment.  He waited patiently for her to relax, then he took matters into his own hands.

Rolling her over on her back, he reared up over her and opened his eyes for the first time.  Seeing her lying helplessly gasping with her eyes closed in the aftermath of her orgasm filled him with lustful resolve.  He wanted to do her mercilessly.  With his cock still firm and firmly inside her, he had no trouble acting on that impulse.

The rocking that his thrusting imparted to her body seemed to revive her.  With her eyes only slightly open, she groped for him with both her arms and her legs. She reestablished her four limb embrace and began to participate in the fucking action.  As she sought a stable position the tilt of her pelvis caused a prefect storm of friction against the head of his cock.  In a moment the tingle of the incipient cum had run back to his balls, causing him to hitch, buck and lunge as his cock spewed its hot cargo into her.

“Oh, Jeeze.”  He nearly threw himself on top of her. 

“Uhnh.”  The force of his impact drove the breath from her.  She gripped him more tightly, more to keep him from any further movement than any amorous motivation.  She maintained her tight grip until she was sure he was relaxed.

When he managed to raise himself to look at her, he inquired after her condition.

“Well fucked,” she replied, a little dreamily.  “Thanks for taking the lead.  That was a great finish.”

“You’re welcome.  But the pleasure was all mine.”  He couldn’t help smiling as he looked into her wearily pleased expression.

After some follow-up kissing and fondling, the inevitable question came:  What time is it?  They both agreed that they were due a late day after the extended session last night.  However, Lydia pointed out that she was still on the hook for completing the contract and getting it issued for signatures. 

As their feet found the floor, he asked if they could see each other this weekend.  It was Friday.  She replied that she had some commitments to her daughter, so she couldn’t do the whole weekend, but that night would be a distinct possibility.

“Whitney stayed with my mother last night.  I set that up when it came out how late we’d be working.  I’ll have to see if my mom will do it again.”

“If you work that out, let’s plan on dinner at my place.”  Then he added, “We can muss up my sheets for a change.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she nodded approvingly.  Then she thought a moment.  “…although Whitney and I have a thing on Saturday morning.” Pause again. “We’ll have to play that one by ear.”

She insisted on making him breakfast.  He helped.  Neither of them made any attempt to dress.  She made a remark that nudity was business as usual in this house.  This reminded him that during one of their most recent luncheons she had made an allusion to the fact that she and her daughter maintained nudity in their home. At that time she seemed abashed that she had revealed that intelligence and had moved to change the topic immediately.  He let her do so, but remained intrigued.  He hadn’t had another opportunity to reopen the subject.  Now she seemed inclined to share.

“I started going naked when Whitney was born.  My ex liked it and it was something of a turn-on to go ahead and fuck whenever.  It seemed fun to do it in front of the baby knowing that she had no idea what was going on, but she would get excited by all of the activity.  She’d even scream along with me at my orgasm and laugh like crazy afterward.”

He watched her hips sway toward the chair as she found a seat.  His eyes followed her bald pussy as it disappeared below the horizon of the tabletop.  Her tits jiggled agreeably as she settled in.

“My ex encouraged my flaunting myself in public as well as around the house.  It started getting a little crazy when he’d invite buddies home just to look at me and Whitney – she joined me in birthday suit mode as soon as she didn’t need to wear diapers anymore.”

She admitted that her husband was getting increasingly adventurous with propositions for her to act out.  Then it started to include their daughter.  Lydia became increasingly concerned.  When she balked at his proposals, the split started.  She eventually moved out and went back to law school.  Her husband moved on to women that were more agreeable to his ideas of fun.

“I stayed naked to try to let Whitney know that bodies and sex were healthy. I just didn’t want her warped by being exposed to that kind of kinkiness before she was old enough to understand and make her own choices.”

He turned back to his cooling scrambled eggs wondering how to respond to these revelations.

“So what’s the situation now?”

“Well, things aren’t what they were five or six years ago.  Whitney has grown a lot and understands a lot.  She’s actually become a very cool kid.  In some ways she’s my buddy.”  She smiled happily, contemplating their relationship.

“She’s okay with your bringing guys home to fuck?”

“Oh, yeah.”  Then she thought and added.  “Although I guess I haven’t challenged her that much.  I’ve kind of kept a lot of it away from home and I keep the door closed when I do fuck at here.”

“But she’s met your dates and …?” he finished with a questioning shrug.

Lydia nodded.  “She’s seen naked guys and she’s been naked when she met them.  She takes it all in stride.”

He was encountering a mix of emotions.  He parsed it into nervousness over meeting a minor girl with his history with Amber and eager excitement for the same reason.  This was going to be interesting.

They showered together, keeping the sex play within bounds that allowed him to get dressed and on his way without spending the morning.  She was still naked for their good-bye kiss.  They shared that event at the side of his car.  She apparently had no concern about being seen naked in her neighborhood.  She remained standing in the driveway waving to him until he was out of sight.  He shook his head with a smile that persisted all of the way home.  What a girl.

To be continued ...