RED - Sex Stories

RED

... Tis, the season to be jolly... Walking towards the restaurant, Linda grabbed hold of my hand and led me inside. I felt a proud man and walked on air. Just as I had dreamt, Linda was wearing her hair down in long black waves, while wearing a tight fitting red dress with matching red kitten heels. I could see by the look of Linda’s male colleagues that they couldn’t believe she was with me. I mean, I’m not a particularly ugly white guy, but she is at least two leagues above me. One by one she introduced me. But after the pleasantries were over, we found ourselves in a corner talking to one another. I made sure I kept Linda’s glass topped up. It would be rude and foolish to let her glass run dry. Linda touched her lips with her forefinger while glancing at her glass. “I see you’re doing your best to get me drunk, Tom.” “No... Just making sure we find ourselves in the Christmas spirit, that’s all.” “About that... I’m looking forward to spending Christmas with you.” “You’re spending Christmas?” “If that’s okay.” “Couldn’t be happier. But what about Jack?” “I’ve told you. He has moved on, and so have I.” Linda reached over and pulled my novelty tie, which began to sing merry Christmas while Rudolph’s nose flashed red. “We can make it an extra special Christmas.” Linda leaned forward and rested her lips against mine. “I’ve spent too many Christmases alone.” “Well, those days are over.” We left early, and were soon in the back of a cab groping each other like a young love-drunk ...

... couple. The energy between us felt amazing. Our lips were hooked together like Velcro straps. My hand was up her dress and massaging her warm pussy through her panties. This was definitely my night, our night. We crashed through the front door of my house Linda laughed as she pulled away from me. I didn’t want to stop and reached for her, but she stepped back. “Hey, don’t stop.” I felt tortured under her teasing gaze.“What’s wrong, Lin?” “Strip.” “What?” “You heard.” “We’re going to do it together, right?” Linda folded her arms, then raised her voice. “I said... Strip!” “Okay...okay.” Linda’s tone was unnerving. So I began unbuttoning my shirt. Seemingly impatient she stepped forward and unbuckled my belt, before pulling it free. There was no courting or romance anymore. This felt like business, and Linda was the angry customer. Hooking her fingers into my boxer shorts, she yanked them down, leaving my cock hanging limply in the cold light of the room. Linda leaned forward and batted it with her hand, causing it to swell. She cracked a smile. “Ah, so there is life down there.” “There was before... Just you scared it away.” “Quiet.” “Linda, what’s wrong?” Linda picked up my belt, and raised as if to hit me. “Get on the floor.” “OK... no need to...” “Stop dithering and do what I say...” Linda loomed over me, as I knelt onto the carpet to avoid getting whipped by my own belt. She placed her red heel in front of me. “Worship my feet... Foot Slave.” “Yes.” “I am your Goddess. Now show ...