Shy and Divorced

The sun shown down upon two naked bodies making love creating a heat unparalleled to the heat of passion.

Linda is 35 year old divorced mother of two small kids, she is a saleslady at a department store in Rockwall.
She is very attractive petite woman about 5′ 4″, slim hot sexy body, small breasts the size of naval oranges,
long blonde hair, and sparkling dark eyes. I seen her in the fragrance dept. when I stopped by the store. Ihad my aide find out about her ans sent her a dozen roses and a bottle of expensive perfume with a note. Call your baby sitter tell her you will be late, there will be a car waiting for you after you get off. Tell the driver your favorite restaurant and he will bring you there. That was how I met Linda, she was shocked that a man would go to so much to meet her. In our conversation she told me her ex-husband was abusive so she and the kids left and she got a divorce. She has not dated since her divorce two years ago, she has tried to date but when men learn she has two small kids that is the last time, she hears from them.

It’s late Saturday afternoon, and she is taking a bath. The sunlight outside the bathroom window is actually yellow; a warm, buttery color that she didn’t think existed anywhere outside of novels. The water is warm as butter, too, and slick with bath oil that makes her skin feel like smooth, soft fur. Sighing, she floats slightly in the water, and she almost asleep when I knock on the door, once, before opening it. ” I thought you’d gotten out by now,” I say. ” I thought you were getting dressed?” ” It’s only been-” She checks the delicate clock across the room and she is surprised at the time. ” Almost an hour,” She finishes sheepishly. She stands, the water running down her sides, and I offer my hand to help her out of the tub. When she takes hold, however, instead of standing still, I yank her towards me. Off-balance, She slides in the slippery residue at the bottom of the tub and plunges into my arms, ending pressed against me with her wrist held behind her back. ” Whoops,” I whisper, my breath soft and hot, and she is about to pull away and apologize for wetting my shirt front when I put a bit more pressure on her arm, enough to make her rise slightly onto her toes. Her skin is so hot from the water she feels as though she is steaming, and now all of that heat is rushing to her clit. I pin her arm firmly, and with one movement, forcing my leg between her thighs, lifting her to the very tips of her toes. She rocks slightly, looking down, as the flush moves into her cheeks.