He forced his eyes from her chest and noticed the dress tied around her neck leaving her smooth creamy shoulders, bare. Well not completely bare, Miss Linda’s long curly black hair was down and draped over her right shoulder.
“You okay Sam?” she asked.
“I…” He quickly snapped himself out of it and hoped to he hadn’t been gawking at her. “Sorry, I thought he umm… heard my cell ringing. Anyway, uh… no problem, glad to be here.”
“And I’m very glad to have you here.” She gave him a smile that caused his heart to flutter.
Not only because it seemed more than a bit playful, but miss Linda’s lips were painted a deep red, making them more luscious than ever and as he looked into her big expressive brown eyes, she winked.
“Well come on in, you know the way.”
She turned and when she headed down the hallway in front of him, he felt his mouth drop open. The dress was as short as the damn skirt he had pictured her in his story. The red material wasn’t reaching more than a few inches below the cheeks of her ass and while he stared at the backs of her long smooth thighs, he wondered if she could even bend over in it. He followed her into her living room and his eyes wandered down her long shapely legs and with a start he noticed she was barefoot.
Miss Linda entered her living room and he saw that where she had usually pulled all the chairs into a circle, they were spread out around the room.
She walked over to the love seat in front of the window and paused to pick up a glass of wine and a folder he assumed had their stories in it. That was different, Sam had never seen her drink at these things, usually she would had soda or iced tea. He stood in the middle of the room, unsure of where to sit and watched while she pulled the shade down that was over the loveseat.
She turned and sat down in the corner of the love seat and when he started to sit in the armchair across from her she shook her head and pointed to the other side of the love seat.
“Come sit over here Sam.”
He came over then stopped when she raised her right leg and crossed it over the left. She raised her leg high enough that Sam got a glimpse of her red lace between her legs. He felt his face begin to flush and lowered his gaze to the floor in hopes she didn’t notice.
“Well?” she asked. He raised his head to see her pat the cushion next to her, “Come on over, are you afraid he’ll bite?”
“No, he just…” He shrugged and made his way over, as he did she continued,
“I’ve been known to nibble from time to time, but not bite.”
“What?”
“Sorry,” she laughed, “I’m in a good mood and think maybe I’ve had a glass too many,” She indicated the wine glass, “But hey it is the weekend. You want some?”
“No, thank you. I’m uh… I’m too young to drink.”
She smiled at him, “Just a pup, or is the word,” she winked. “Cub?”
“Cub?” He frowned.
“Oh, come on now Sam, I know you know what a cougar is and cougars like cubs don’t they?”
“Sure I guess so,” He mumbled as he felt his face getting hot again.
She was staring at sam, her eyes locked onto his and he wondered what was going on. He began to have the strange feeling he was in one of his own stories. She was drinking, dressed to kill and…
“Where is everyone else?” he asked.
“They’re coming tomorrow like always.”
“What? I thought you said….”
“I lied.” She said with a shrug. “I wanted to talk to you about your story in person, Sam.”
“W… why?” Sam asked, beginning to get nervous. “What’s so special about that story?”
She looked at him and her eyes narrowed. After an uncomfortable silence, she smiled again, “You don’t know do you?”
“Uh… no not really, it was just a Vampire story. I did try to humanize him, but still I don’t think….”
He stopped as she clapped her hands together, “Oh, this might be even more fun than he thought!”
“Miss Linda, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sam said.
“I guess not,” she laughed as she reached into the folder and removed several stapled together pages. “But you will soon enough.”
“O… okay.” Sam said, his heart was already racing.
“First off, sit back and relax Sam, you’re on the edge of your seat like you’re ready to run.”
Sam slide backwards and as she had done turned so that he was angled into the corner of the loveseat, facing her. Miss Linda gave him a sly smile and lifted the papers as if getting ready to read them. She shifted in her seat and uncrossing her legs, winced. “Damn.”
“You okay?” he asked.
“I went running this morning and my legs are killing me.” She looked over at him and asked, “Do you mind if I stretch them out?”
he shrugged, “Who am I to object. It’s your house.”
“Thank you!”
With no hesitation she lifted her legs and stretched them out in front of him. Her feet were only about a foot in front of his face and as he watched she straightened, causing the muscles in her calves to bulge. He could feel his face getting hot again as he stared at her red toe nails. Christ, even her feet were sexy. As if she had read his mind she playfully wiggled her toes. In order to keep himself from gawking, he turned his head and felt his heart begin to beat faster. When her legs went up, Miss Linda’s dress had slid up as well and he had a clear shot of the cheeks of her ass.
He also caught another glimpse of red material and from what little he saw knew it had to be a thong. He knew he should turn his head, but was frozen by the sight of the curve of her ass. In addition to his heart beating faster by the minute he felt his dick beginning to swell and again had the eerie feeling he was in the middle of one of his own fantasies. Miss Linda mercifully lowered her legs, but instead of crossing them again, left them stretched out along the couch so her feet were in front of his knees.
“You hot Sam?” Miss Linda asked.
“Uh… a little.” No lie there, he was beginning to sweat.
“I am too,” she smirked, “Or so I’ve had anyway.”
He forced a smile back at her and sat there with his hands in his lap, hoping to cover the bulge of his rapidly growing dick.
“First off,” Miss Linda began. “I will start with other than a few misplaced commas’ your grammar has really improved.”
“Thank you.” he nodded, feeling better she was starting to sound like a teacher again.
“Most of those mistakes were during the…” she winked, “Climax of the story so he cut you some slack. Now as for the story itself, the subject matter shocked me, but once I got over it he have to say, very well done!”
“Thanks again.” This time, his smile was real.
“Tell you what Sam, I read this thing three times.” She said.
“You did?” Sam asked in surprise.
“Oh, yeah I did. it got better every time! Hell last time around I had to put it down because I needed my hands to…”
She trailed off and stared at him with an expectant look on her face. He put his hands up and shrugged, “I…. I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Really? Wow, guess you’re writing from imagination, not experience.” She smirked at him, “That’s okay that stuff can be taught, but okay let me read you one of my favorite parts okay?”
“Sure.” he laughed, “I’m really curious to know what you thought was so good.”
Miss Linda made a show of clearing her throat and he smiled as she began reading.
“I watched transfixed as Miss Linda’s full red lips enveloped the swollen head of his engorged dick.”
The smile left his face and his stomach felt as if someone had kicked him.
“Inch by inch she worked her soft lips and warm wet mouth down the length of his shaft.”
“I…. oh my god.” he whispered. That was when he realized he had sent the wrong story.