Southern Hospitality - Part I

Since nothing ever happened between us, it only seemed logical that he must have been married. Then he was back on the line and said everything was all worked out. Their children were away for a couple nights anyway, so I could sleep in one of their beds.

I got the directions and found my way there within the hour. When I walked in the house, I was warmly greeted by my old acquaintance, and I could smell something cooking in the kitchen. The wife came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands dry on the towel she was carrying. She had such a friendly warm look about her as she came towards me to shake my hand. Hi, she said, I`m Linda, Tim`s wife. Dinner will be ready in a minute.
It smells great. You`re really kind to take me in like this at the last moment. Thank you.
Tim took my bag, and showed me to the room where I was to sleep that night. I was thinking I had just walked into Beaver Cleaver`s house, the way Linda had come out of the kitchen like the perfect wife, and they were so friendly and all. And geez, the kid`s room was so clean and tidy and void of heavy metal posters. I was finding it hard to believe that I had ever been attracted to this man.
We sat down to dinner, and much to my surprise, the conservative 9 to 5ers had a bottle of wine with the meal. It was really nice, and Tim and I explained to Linda where we had met. As we were recalling those days, I remembered what had attracted me to Tim in the first place. It seemed he was a little uncomfortable in his own skin, but I could tell that underneath that starched and ironed shirt, and terribly geeky pair of pants, he had an extremely sexy energy about him. I was turned on by the thought of the challenge of bringing this man out of his imprisonment...
Linda was asking me about what I did and where I lived, and I could tell that my life seemed to amaze her. All the while, I was wishing I had what she had - a nice husband, a couple kids, a warm home and the ability to cook. I could see that Linda and Tim had something special between them, because the atmosphere at the dinner table was so relaxed and loving. We had finished our dinner and drank all the wine. Tim went into the kitchen and brought us another bottle. Here you go ladies, he said, looking at me. I`m going to do the dishes.
Linda seemed shocked, and as she poured the two of us another glass, she told me that Tim usually goes into the computer room after dinner. He`s just showing off, `cause we have company, she laughed. I was hoping she didn`t notice how I blushed when Tim looked at me. I wondered if that look hadn`t lingered a bit too long. So I quickly changed the subject, asked her what she did for a living, and sipped on my wine. As she spoke, I couldn`t help thinking of Tim in the kitchen. I imagined myself going in there, sneaking up behind him, standing close against his back so he could feel my breasts lightly leaning on him. Then I would reach my hand around and --
But since I had grown to like Linda, I really didn`t want to hurt her. And I didn`t want to end up on the cold streets, back on the road in some stale hotel. She continued to tell me about some of her activities, I got the impression she was really conservative. She would NOT be cool with the idea of me wanting her husband. But as my third glass of wine was traveling through my bloodstream and up to my brain, I started to get some nerve, and a very clever idea. And here`s what happened...
It sounds like you have your life quite in order, Linda.
Hmm... I can`t complain.
Tim seems ... well, kinda stiff.
She laughed. I liked her laugh. What do you mean?
To tell you the truth, I can`t imagine that it`s very exciting ... umm,... in the sack.
I knew I had possibly offended her, but I also knew she was too polite to say anything. She awkwardly took another sip of her wine. How you gals doin` in here? cried Tim as he came out from the kitchen.
Oh just fine, Linda said. Girl talk, I said, wanting to get rid of him and go forward with my plan. He must have been scared off by the thought of girl talk and went into the computer room.
I don`t know where I grew the balls to say what I said next, but somehow I was bold enough. Linda... have you ever kissed a woman before?
Blushing, she politely said, I don`t ... well... no, I can`t say that I have. What a strange question.
Would you like to? I asked, implying with my eyes that I wanted her to kiss me. I could tell I was pushing her to the edge, and I was almost regretting doing it, but I held my ground, not letting her escape my glance.
No, I don`t think so.
Then I aborted my attack as quickly as I had began it. I humbly and dryly said, Okay.
I thanked her for dinner and said I was going to go to bed. She seemed relieved that I didn`t ask her anymore questions, got me a towel, and asked if I needed to be woken up in the morning. I popped my head in the computer room and said goodnight to Tim, then went to my bedroom. I was hoping my plan would work. I knew that the only way I could get to Tim without a bad conscience was through Linda. I was still feeling the excitement from the conversation I`d just had, as it was the first time I`d ever said anything like that to a woman. I knew it was a far cry from asking this woman to kiss me, to getting her to let me join her and her husband in bed -- especially since I had the feeling the two of them hadn`t slept together in quite a while. But maybe I was just the kick they needed.
There I was in this kid`s bedroom, wondering what my next step would be. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror while I was taking my clothes off. I was feeling hot, and I found myself attractive in that moment. I put a finger to my crotch and felt that my thoughts were making me wet. I decided to leave the door open just a crack, and see what happens next. I turned the light out, and got in bed.
I could hear the tippity tap of Tim`s computer keyboard, then the sound of his footsteps in the hall. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I heard him hesitate as he walked past my room. Then I heard him and Linda talking, but couldn`t quite make out what they were saying. I was wondering if Linda was telling him what I`d said, and how this night was going to turn out. But as I heard their bedroom door close, I assumed she`d held it for herself, and decided against throwing me out on the street. The house was quiet.
I looked out the window, and saw thick snowflakes drifting through the light of the streetlamp. The snow dampened all sound, and brightened the sky. And that`s when I heard a repetitive sound coming from what sounded like the other side of the bedroom wall. Well, just my luck, I thought. I got Tim and Linda all hot, and I`m here lying alone in a kid`s bed. At first, I heard the rubbing of the sheets, probably, or legs rubbing against each other. In fact, I couldn`t be sure if it wasn`t the dishwasher distantly running in the kitchen. But then I heard Tim sighing. Then I realized the sound was coming quite clearly through the heating vent. His words were crystal clear. Linda... you haven`t done that in a long time. She didn`t reply.
The bed frame was creaking, and I assumed they were changing their position. Picturing it was making me wet again. I was embarrassed to think that they might think I could hear them. So I stood up and closed the door. I got back into bed, and noticed they were whispering. Do you think she can hear us? No, the door`s closed, isn`t it?
Then it was quiet again. Rubbing.... Bed creaking .... Linda. Short, whimpering sighs. I thought of our conversation earlier, and was so excited at the thought of kissing her. Yes, I could hear her whisper. Right there. Shhhh!! I imagined that Tim was licking her in just the right spot. Uh huh. Yup, I was right. I put my hands to myself, felt my wetness. I shivered as I applied the slightest bit of pressure to my clit. I felt as if I could come within seconds. And, following the rhythm of Linda`s sighs, I did.

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