Part 2 Summer Living with Linda

The week was busy and fast because Saturday was the 4th of July. I was not going home since Tracy had taken extra days off to visit her parent back in her hometown. I had thought I'd be alone. Then Linda informed me of her bad news. Her boyfriend would be having his semi-estranged kids visiting him so he needed to be alone with them. So Linda and I made plans. We dressed up for each other and took one another out for dinner and drinks. She wore a white silk blouse and a short red skirt. With high heels, Linda looked great. When I opened her car door at the restaurant her legs spread and I saw that she was only wearing hose. She asked me if anything was wrong and I said everything was beautiful and winked at her. We decided over dinner to go to the river walk and just see the fireworks from there even though it would be quite far. Walking to the wall where there were also benches, Linda held my hand. “It just seems natural, right?” her voice cooed. We couldn't see from the bench so she stood at the wall, I moved beside her. She snuggled under me closer to the wall, pulled my arms around her so I was close, and asked me to just hold her. Her butt fit neatly at my crotch, her hair tickled my face. I held her close even though I was getting excited but I needn't have worried. She pushed back into me. Fireworks. We were alone under a starry, dark sky when the booms ended with just a few park lights around us. She turned to face me and rested her head on my shoulder. “You make me feel safe. And like there's hope.” I could hear sadness in her voice and felt the wetness of tears through my dress shirt. After we got home, we changed out of our dressy clothes, got glasses of wine, and sat on the couch together. Linda leaned against me and I put my arm around her but my hand accidentally touched her breast. I pulled back. Linda took my hand and held it. “I like that you're so gentle, no wrong word, that you're...respecting me and not trying to take advantage, just being here for me.” I stuck my foot in my mouth, “Here I go again being the big brother-type friend instead of the hot hunk.” She got my sense of humor and chuckled. But then she moved to look me in the eye. “Sometimes the guy you can trust and know he cares and is doing the right thing is also the hunk. You've just got a messed up sense of yourself and don't get that about how we see you,” Linda corrected. “Let me be honest. Even crude and blunt. If you and I were not involved with other people we’d be fucking each other's brains out. I'm so wet I may be ruining this couch; it was running down my legs when you were holding me.” I held her head and kissed her forehead. I put the wine glasses down and walked her up the stairs. I kissed her goodnight at her door and started back to my bedroom. Linda came back out of her room and handed me something saying, “Use these and give them back. If you want.” Her door closed as I unfolded her soaking wet panties. I felt so mixed up. It was so hard being good and not going in after her! I masturbated in my room imagining licking up that wetness off her firm, tanned thighs while pressing the panties to my mouth. When I came, I shot my cum into the crotch.  The next week was much like the others with the sexual tension remaining high, verbal flirting and joking in the evenings, and both of us being very casual in our way of dressing. The only odd thing was one evening I was laying on my couch with one leg up and as she walked by, Linda stopped and stepped back, stared and said, “If you let it hang out in my face like that, I'm likely to grab and snatch it.” I realized my penis was out of my shorts leg and fixed it quickly and sat up. “I was just kidding. I enjoyed the view really. I don’t care if you sit there naked,” she said. I so wanted to take her up on that but didn’t want to mess up our relationship.