A Question of Love Ch. 01

"No, you didn't. But yes, I do enjoy a glass now and then. Not a huge drinker. Comes from being on call twenty-four seven."

"That must get hard, being on call that much? Do you have to go in for all calls or only really big ones?"

"Just the really big ones when I'm off duty," I answered.

"So. Tell me about firefighting. It must be exciting. As a chief, what do you have to do?"

"Well, typically I just have to determine how and where to deploy manpower and how to attack a situation. I'm responsible for the safety of the crews and civilians in the area."

"Sounds like a heavy responsibility," she said quietly.

"It can be. What about you? So far I know you're in the fashion industry, given what I know about that particular line, I'm clueless."

"Well. I do work in the fashion industry. I have a line of clothing, mostly ladies lingerie."

"I see. Is that hard? I mean I don't know what it takes to sell lingerie, other than going to the store and buying it that is."

"It's lots of travel. I spend more days on the road than I do at home. You like lingerie? I mean it doesn't quite seem like your thing, but then these days..." she said with a smile and a soft giggle.

"For my wife I mean," I said, blushing and rolling my eyes at the thought of what I'd look like wearing ladies garments.

"I know. You are so fun to tease. I love the way you roll your eyes and blush when you're embarrassed and don't seem to know what to say."

"Yeah. Well," I answered, trying not to roll my eyes even though I didn't know what to say. "So. Skiing. Been doing it long?"

"Oh, since I was a kid," she said as the waitress walked up with the bottle of wine and two goblets. She expertly pulled the cork and handed it to Linda, who took it and gently inhaled. "Perfect. Thank you! This will do nicely."

"You're welcome," the waitress said politely as she poured the two glasses full and then set the bottle down before leaving.

Linda handed me one glass and took the other herself. "Here's to new friends," she said, holding her glass out to clink with mine.

"New friends," I agreed, ticking my glass against hers. We both took a drink of the wine which was surprisingly good, at least to my uneducated pallet.

"So. You were telling me about what you do."

"Well, I have to advertise my product of course. So, I do things to encourage it selling," she said, looking like she was suppressing a smile.

"I see. So you have to go to stores and get them to take it or what?"

"Oh. No. I don't have to do that. I have marketing people that take care of that. No. I just go show off my products here and there."

"Ah. Kinda like a model? I guess I never thought about a company owner modeling their own product, but then you do have the looks for it."

"Yeah, well it's something like that. Thank you, by the way, for the compliment."

"Oh. You're welcome."

"So, you like my looks?"

"Well, Um. Can I be honest? I'm not used to paying other women compliments, but personally I think you're stunning, possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever met, aside from my wife of course. I can easily picture you walking down some stage someplace wearing some little outfit or sexy dress," I said, feeling a little guilty at the sudden swelling in my pants.

"It's called a runway and thank you again," she said with a nod as the waitress approached the table with her dish. Our conversation lagged somewhat as she ate, only the occasional question, which left me explaining parts of my life while she quickly polished off the plate of food.

"You know. I think I know exactly where to finish this off!" Linda said, motioning to the waitress. "Bill this to 630 please, and two more glasses!" she said with a smile.

The waitress came back almost immediately with two fresh goblets, which Linda took from her and them stood up to leave, picking up the bottle with her other hand after looping the little gold chain of her clutch over her shoulder.

"You sure they'll let you take that out?" I asked her.

"For three fifty a bottle, they damn well better!" she said with a giggle. "Come on." I stood for a moment stunned before hurrying to catch up and follow her toward the elevators. "What floor?"

"Huh?"

"What floor are you on?"

"Oh. Four," I answered her, wondering what she had in mind. We rode the elevator up in silence until the doors opened, and then she asked my room number, leading the way down the hallway to my room. I pushed the keycard into the lock and then opened the door.

"So. Get your swimsuit. I'll wait," she said, setting the bottle and glasses on the dresser after following me into the room.

"I didn't bring one."

"So how are we going to go relax in the hot tub?" she asked with an obvious pout.

"I have some athletic shorts," I suggested.

"Oh. That'll be fine. It's a private hot tub," she said, moving to the foot end of the bed and sitting down.

"Um. Sure," I answered, digging in my suitcase and pulling out a pair of light weight Under Armor shorts. I headed towards the bathroom and was about to disappear into the bathroom when she stopped me.

"It's okay. I'll just turn my back," she said with a smile, swiveling on the corner of the bed she was sitting on so she faced away from me, looking out the window at the slopes.

"So, I suppose you brought a swimsuit?" I asked as I started peeling my clothes off.

"Of course. I always have one or two. You never know when you'll need one," she said towards the window. "Kind of comes with the territory. I guess your work needs a lot more clothes than mine though," she said twisting and taking a look over her shoulder. "Not bad," she said quietly as she looked at how I looked in just my shorts. I wondered how she knew just exactly when to turn around as I let the waistband snap around my waist.

"What's not bad?"

"You. You look pretty good for a slightly older guy. I mean you're what, ten years older than I am?"

"Oh, Lord. If only," I chuckled. "I'm a bit more than that. I'd guess closer to fifteen or twenty."

"No. You can't be more than forty-two? Maybe three?"

"Add another ten," I answered her.

"Oh good Lord. You are in REALLY good shape then!" she said with a smile, standing up and picking up her glasses and wine. "Come on. My turn."

"Uh huh," I answered, picking up my keycard and slipping it into the pocket of my shorts. I followed her across the room and out into the hall, feeling the chill outside the room as we walked back to the elevator. She pressed the sixth floor button and then we rode up two more floors.

"You know. I don't usually bring men back to my room the first day we meet," she said with an impish grin. "But in your case, I'm making an exception. Only because I know you're a gentleman and won't try to take advantage of me, no matter how much I might want you to," she said as she led me down the hall to a room door. I held the bottle of wine while she opened the door and stepped in. She turned on a light and looked behind to make sure I was following. Her room, should I call it that, was a suite. It clearly had a separate bedroom, sitting room, table and chairs, much like a small apartment. She walked into the main room, set the wine and glasses down on the table and then walked to the window. She pushed the curtains aside, exposing her view of the slopes and waiting for me to walk over next to her. Rather than just a window, the suite had a large balcony with a glassed in area with a medium sized hot tub in it. "You wait here. I'll only be a moment," she said quietly before stepping away.

I heard her high heels disappear into the bedroom and then return a few moments later. I heard clothes rustling and waited patiently, only realizing after almost thirty seconds that the darkness outside made the window like a mirror, letting me see a not so bad image of Linda behind me, undressing next to the sofa. I thought for a moment about saying something and realized that my curtains were open as well, which had to have afforded her the same view, which also explained how she knew exactly when to turn around.

I watched as she slipped her bra off, her breasts full and round, her rigid nipples evident even in the less than perfect reflection of the window. She pushed her tights off, pulling them down and then skimmed her panties off. I waited, watching her turn around a few times as if looking for something on the floor, wondering if she knew I was watching her. She slowly pulled the tiny lime green bikini on over her breasts and completely shaved mound and pussy.

"There. All set," she said, apparently my cue to turn back around. "Nice view tonight?"

"Much better than I'd expected," I answered, letting her know that I had indeed noticed her, while letting her play her little game.

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said with a radiant and obviously pleased smile. The bikini she had on was...well...tiny at best. The top was two tiny triangles that barely covered her areola, her rock hard nipples poking the thin material out significantly. The bottom half of the suit was a similar triangle of green material covering her pussy and half of her obviously shaved mound. As she turned, I realized that it was a thong type bottom, leaving her entire ass bare as she bent over to step into a pair of sandals. Without looking back she straightened up and picked up the wine. "You wanna get the glasses?" she asked sweetly, walking towards the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. She opened the door and waited for me, slipping her arm in mine and guiding me quickly towards the glassed-in hot tub.

She leaned over the edge of the tub, her ass bare except for a tiny green string disappearing between her cheeks, found the controls for the water and had it quickly swirling and bubbling. "This is the perfect thing for sore muscles," she said with a grin as she looked back at me. She held the bottle high, kicked off the little sandals and then slipped over the edge of the tub, disappearing down into the water. "Well? Bring the glasses and come on in! The water's a lot warmer than the air!"

I shrugged, and stepped over the side of the tub, sinking down into the water, careful to hold the glasses up from the swirling, slightly foamy water. She reached for my hand and moved one glass to my other hand, so both were now holding the glasses and then she poured them both half full from the bottle.

"You know. You're really a nice man," she whispered.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh," she said with a small smile as she took one of the glasses and then slid around through the water to sit next to me. She said barely above a whisper, "Most men wouldn't have stood and watched my reflection, they would have turned around and just watched."

"I didn't think that was the invitation."

"But the reflection was?"

"Seemed like it to me," I answered honestly. "But I wouldn't have minded seeing more. You're a pretty spectacular looking woman, even in that tiny bikini."

"You should see me in a sheer negligee!" she said with a giggle. "Mmmmmmm this is nice." She reached for my hand and lifted it, sliding inside my arm and leaning her back against one side of my chest, pulling my arm around her neck and resting my hand on her practically bare chest under the surface of the water. "Much better."

"Uh huh," I answered, feeling a bit guilty about my hand cupping her breasts this way, but I had to admit it did feel awfully good.

"So. This helping those stiff muscles?"

"Yeah. It is," I answered her quietly, thinking that it was helping all of them except one. My cock was rock hard in my shorts and I wondered how the hell I'd get out of the tub without looking...well, you know what I mean.

"I'm glad," she said as she wiggled herself tighter against me, pressing my hand to her breasts tighter, her arm rubbing under the water against my cock through my shorts. She took another drink of her wine and sighed contentedly. "You know. I'm not used to being with guys like you. Most guys would have long since tried to undress me."

"Ah. Well," I said awkwardly.

"But not you. You're being a perfect gentleman, even though I've given you a very open invitation."

"I guess it's how I was raised. I mean I just met you."

"We did!" she agreed with a nod.

"So the question is, are you going to take advantage of such an open invitation, or should I plan on finding some other way to get you out of those shorts?"

"I guess the question is, why do you want to get me out of my shorts?"

"You are such a sweet funny man. Why else would I want you out of those shorts?"

"Linda. You're really sexy. I mean let's face it, you have a killer body and could easily be a top end fashion model. But you're awfully young, compared to me that is. Why would you want an old fart like me making love to you?" I asked quietly.

"Gene. If you listen to your words, you'd answer your own question. You're sweet. You're a gentleman. You're concerned about the age difference and you refer to what we would do naked as making love. Not fucking or screwing or any of the other rather rude terms guys today use. You talk about making love. Your touch is gentle and tender, even sitting like this. Your fingers have been stroking my breast for at least five minutes, and you have yet to squeeze or grope it. You're just softly teasing it, and me with it. I want to feel you do that to my whole body. I want to feel your natural gentleness making love to me," she said as she turned in the water to practically lay on top of me. She pushed herself up in the water, her breasts above the surface, reaching for the edge of the tub and placing her glass on it. She reached behind her and untied the bikini top and then pulled the lime green material away, leaving her tits bare. "What would you like to do with these, if you had permission to do anything you wanted with my body?"

I looked up at her blue eyes, losing myself momentarily in the smoldering lust I saw there. I set my glass on the tub edge and reached out with both hands and slowly drew her towards me by the waist, pulling her tits toward my face. I gently kissed her between her two full round breasts and then began to slowly kiss across to her left one, planting soft little kisses on her creamy soft skin and ending each kiss with a tiny lick of the tip of my tongue. I teased my lips around the top of her creamy orb and then moved a hand to lift it so I could work around below her nipple and puckered areola. Kiss by kiss I circled her large round pink areola, drawing ever closer until I opened my mouth and suctioned the whole front of her breast into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, teasing the sides and then flicking it with tip of my tongue, drawing a long soft moan from her lips.

"Ohhhhh God that is such a turn on," she moaned softly as I released her nipple and began kissing towards her other breast. I worked slowly, kissing soft wet kisses across her breast, down the valley between them and up her left breast. I slowly circled around her puckered areola, working ever closer to her nipple as her breathing deepened in anticipation of what would come next. I sucked the whole front of her breast into my mouth and then flicked her nipple with just the tip of my tongue.

"Up," I coaxed, moving my hands to her hips and lifting her slightly. She grinned at me and stood up, the water cascading down off her lower body and dripping from her tiny green bikini bottom. I reached for the now exposed material and gently pulled it down over her firm round ass and down her thighs, letting her rest her hands on my head for balance as she lifted one foot after the other out of the tiny bottom. I tossed it over my shoulder and firmly pulled her completely shaved pussy towards my face. Her lips were full and round, a significant amount of delicate inner lip protruding, but at the moment smashed flat from the bikini against her outer lips. She arched her back and pushed her pussy towards my face as I gently kissed her shaved mound, her baby smooth skin having only the very slightest hint of stubble against my lips as I kissed around her mound and worked down towards her lips.

I let my tongue reach out and gently stroke her lips, teasing them away from her fat lips and spreading them slightly.

"Ohhh fuck you're so gentle," she whispered, slowly pulling from my face, her hands reaching for mine and pulling me along with her. She backed up in the tub, moving to the far side, tugging me along until she could sit on the edge of the tub. She lifted her legs and spread them wide for me, her now widely spread legs also spreading her pussy slightly and exposing her completely to me. I lowered my face between her legs and gently pressed my tongue between her lips, tasting her tangy juices as I teased up her slit toward her clit. She moaned softly as my tongue delved deep into her, finding the juncture of her lips and the clit hiding there under its protective hood. She reached between her legs and gently spread her lips farther for me, exposing her clit to my hot tongue. "Ohhhh God yes," she moaned softly as I stroked up her lips again, pushing my tongue into her as far as I could and then stroking it up her lips. I teased along her pubic bone, spreading her lips until the tip of my tongue flicked across her rigid little nub, drawing a gasp followed by a soft moan as I concentrated on teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

Over and over I licked up her slit, her hips rocking softly with my strokes, trying to push her pussy closer to my face with each stroke. Finally she reached down and coaxed me up, making me stand in the water before her. She reached for my hips and pushed my wet shorts down, letting them slide down my legs, my rock hard cock jutting out towards her. She smiled at me and wrapped one hand around it as much as she could, her fingers not quite making it all the way around my fatness. She pulled me closer, softly cooing to me, "Push it in. I want to feel it slide deep into me."

"You sure?" I whispered back as I leaned towards her, letting her guide me towards her pussy.

"Oh yeah," she moaned as she engaged my head in the entrance to her tunnel and coaxed me to push into her. "Ohhhhhh yeah!" she moaned again as I pushed several inches into her. I felt her lips grab at my cock so I pulled back, using her own juices to lubricate her lips and allow me to push in another inch or so. It took several strokes before I was plunging my full length in and out of her, my hard fat cock filling her tight wet hole with each stroke. She moaned and grunted softly as my cock plunged into her faster, her hands coaxing my hips to drive hard into her with each trust. "That's it baby. Fuck me!" she moaned loudly. "Ohhhh God damn you feel so good."

"Jesus, you feel tight," I grunted as I plunged in and out of her pussy.

"That's because you're so fucking big. Oh damn you fill me so fucking full!" she moaned loudly, her legs starting to tremble as I drove my shaft in and out of her velvety soft tunnel. I felt my engorged head banging softly into the end of her tunnel with each stroke, her clit smashed into the base of my cock as my pubic hair pressed to her smoothly shaved mound.

"God! I'm going to come. Ohhhhh fuck! I'm cooooooooooomiiiiiiiing!" she squealed loudly, her whole body suddenly shuddering and shaking in front of me. I felt her pussy clamp around me, her already tight tunnel squeezing around me, her muscles rippling and pulling me in as I continued to stroke in and out of her.

"Oh shit," I grunted.

"Yes! Do it. DO IT!" she cried as my cock erupted inside her, my body spasming and jamming me deep into her. Over and over my body bucked, pumping a massive load of pent up cum into her as she sat on the edge of the tub quivering and shuddering. "Ohhhhhh fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," she moaned, reaching out for me and wrapping her arms and legs around me. She pressed her body against me and held me tightly to her as we both panted for breath, her tits rubbing on my sweaty chest as we both tried to regain control of our bodies. "Ohhhhh shit that was hard," she moaned softly, turning her head to softly kiss my cheek.