The Seduction of Louise Ch. 07

Chapter Seven – Reunion

Our road trip was a long and grueling affair, albeit profitable. There was always a veritable plethora of lovely and very willing young girls hanging around backstage to meet the band, and I freely admit that I availed myself of them at every opportunity.

While playing one city for an extended two-week engagement, I met April, a girl with whom I developed a deep affection. We were practically inseparable for the entire two weeks and, when we moved on, I actually longed for her and had little interest in any other girls. April visited me during another long layover in a different city, and once again, we were inseparable. And this time, when we again moved on, April came with me.

At the conclusion of our tour, we drove all night as we were all tremendously homesick. I arrived home late one night. I had telephoned Louise to let her know when I would be in so that my arrival wouldn't surprise her. Arriving at the house, I was surprised to see a light on in the kitchen. As I unlocked the door and pushed it open, Louise was smiling at me from the kitchen. As April stepped through the doorway, Louise's smile faded and she arched her eyebrows in surprise. I hastily made the introductions, and Louise quickly regained her composure, welcoming April warmly.

The next morning, I awakened to the sounds of the house coming alive and I smiled to myself. It was good to be home. I slipped out of bed quietly, allowing April to sleep on, and made my way upstairs.

Louise greeted me warmly, crossing the kitchen to embrace me and welcome me home. After the usual flurry of activity surrounding the kids and getting them ready for school, Louise and I finally got a chance to sit down for a quiet cup of coffee to catch up.

"The kids sure got bigger while I was away." I said.

She nodded and smiled. "It's always that way with kids," She said, "When you haven't seen them for a while."

"So...how's Ross?" I asked, "What's he been up to these days."

Louise sipped her coffee and shook her head. "Ross...is gone." She said quietly.

"Gone?" I said, "Gone where?"

She shrugged. "He's moved out of the house."

I sat there in stunned silence. "What?" I somehow managed to gasp.

Louise smiled sadly. "It was a few months after you left." She said, "Do you remember Ida?"

I nodded. I did indeed remember Ida, I had been introduced to her at one of the dinner parties Ross and Louise had hosted. She was a very attractive woman, nice figure and absolutely killer legs. She worked for Ross, and had been recently divorced at the time I had met her.

"Ross just came home from work one day...and right out of the blue...he tells me he is in love with Ida, and that he is moving out to be with her." She said with another shrug.

I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't know what to say." I said, "I'm absolutely stunned."

Louise laughed aloud. "Welcome to the club." She said. "I cried a lot at first...then got really pissed off by it all and broke a few things. Now...I'm just kind of numb, I guess...I don't feel much of anything anymore."

"God, Louise...I feel terrible." I said, "Is there anything I can do?"

She smiled and reached over to pat my hand affectionately. "Just keep on being my friend." She said.

"Absolutely." I said, standing up and moving around the table to her. She stood up as I neared, with tears welling in her eyes and her lips trembling. I embraced her and she crushed me to her. She sobbed silently against my shoulder and I stroked her back softly.

With a sniff, she pulled away, wiping her eyes. I quickly reached to get her a handful of tissues, which she accepted with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry...I thought the crying was over with." She said, wiping her eyes with the tissues, "I haven't done that in a few months now. I think...it's just because you're home now."

We resumed our seats and talked for quite some time about Ross and his probable mid-life crisis. She explained how they had remained married and, while opting not to divorce, they had managed to reach an amicable financial settlement, where Louise owned the house outright and received a generous monthly stipend.

Resenting her lack of self-sufficiency, Louise had boned up on her typing skills and landed a part-time job as a receptionist at a nearby branch of the library, where she worked four days a week.

"It's actually kind of liberating." She smiled, "I've even started feeling good about myself again. With the house paid for, I make enough money to support me and the kids without even touching Ross's money...I'm putting that aside for the kid's college fund.

"I also tossed out all those baggy old clothes that Ross always liked me to wear...all my too tight bras and my ugly, sensible shoes. I...uh...sort of went on a bit of a shopping rampage," She laughed, "Charging his cards to the max...and I bought some really nice things...lots of skirts and dresses...and a couple of pant suits...and about a dozen pairs of nice shoes with heels...everything I always wished I could wear but couldn't. I even had about a dozen bras custom made too."

I smiled. I could well imagine how difficult it might be for anyone with Louise's generously endowed bustline to find anything off the rack. "Good for you." I said.

"Even though I still sometimes get a little weepy,' She said, returning my smile, "I really do feel good about myself...and the way my life is working out."

"I'm glad." I said, "I like that you've turned a bad situation into something positive. What do the kids think?"

She sighed and shrugged. "Well," She said, "That's another story...they miss their dad a lot...and they're totally confused as to why he's not here anymore. But...kids are pretty resilient...they see their dad on weekends...and, for now that'll have to do."

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Later that morning, Louise strode into the kitchen dressed for work. It was all I could do to keep my mouth from falling open in astonishment. She looked absolutely wonderful. She wore a cream-colored skirt with a matching jacket and a beautiful floral blouse. As she entered the kitchen her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor. She wore matching cream-colored patent leather pumps with a three-inch heel, which shaped her sleek, nylon-clad calves beautifully. Her skirt was tastefully short and displayed her legs wonderfully. Without her restrictive bras and her over-large, baggy sweatpants and tops, her voluptuous figure was stunningly displayed.

"What do you think?" She asked, pirouetting to show me her outfit, her face radiant.

"Wow, Louise," I said, smiling broadly, "You look amazing...absolutely amazing."

She laughed merrily, obviously pleased by my reaction. "I just feel so...I don't know...feminine, I suppose. And, it's a nice feeling."

Her new clothing seemed to do wonders for her self-esteem, and I heartily approved of every new article of clothing she had purchased. She did indeed look very feminine, and voluptuously so.

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During the next few weeks after my return home, my relationship with April began to deteriorate. It was a case of the glamour wearing thin once she realized how pretty mundane a musician's life really was. I'll not go into much detail as to the breakup, suffice it to say though that it was reasonably amicable and I purchased a first class airline ticket for her trip home.

Since I had been home, Louise had not made so much as even a veiled reference to the intimacies we had shared before I had left. And, with her newfound self-esteem and independence, I wasn't completely sure if she would be at all inclined to want to resume an intimate relationship again. Certainly, she had been warm and affectionate toward me, but...I couldn't help but sense a bit of reservation on her part. Perhaps it was because of April, and not wishing to show a too intimate familiarity toward me while she was around. But, with April completely out of the picture, I couldn't help but wonder if it might again be possible to re-ignite our special intimacies.

I had been moping around the house after April left. I really missed the regular sex, and April had been a very passionate and energetic lover.

"You miss her, don't you?" Asked Louise, one morning over coffee.

"Huh?' I said, snapping myself out of my daydream.

"April." She said, "I can tell you miss her."

I shrugged. "I suppose I do...a little." I said. I laughed softly and sipped my coffee. "I think I miss the sex more than I actually miss HER though."

Louise laughed aloud. "Boy... I can sure identify with that." She said, "Ever since Ross left...I've become extremely proficient at having sex all by myself."

I smiled at her, pleased by her intimate candor. "Well...there you go," I said, "I guess we have that in common too."

"Do we?" She asked, sipping her coffee. "You know...I've really missed the times we used to share things like that together."

My heart skipped a beat. She had just put the ball in my court. "Me too." I said.

She smiled and I could see bright spots of color appear on each of her cheeks.

"Tell me something though." I said, "When you threw out all your old things...did you manage to throw out that nightgown that I liked too?"

Her smile widened and she leaned back in her chair. To my surprise she untied the belt of her robe and pulled her robe open to reveal that was actually wearing the nightgown I spoke of. I gazed down in complete and unabashed admiration at the magnificent swell of her incredible breasts.

"God, Louise." I said, "I swear to God...your boobs never fail to take my breath away."

She smiled and I could tell she was pleased by my words. As I looked closer at the bodice of her nightgown, I could distinctly discern the stained outline made by my semen when I had cum there all those months ago.

Seeing the focus of my attention, she smiled and bit her hip, fingering the stain lightly. "Remember this?" She asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Absolutely I remember." I said, smiling at her, "It's amazing that it's still there after all this time and it never came out in the wash."

She smiled. "Well...I suppose that's because it's never been in the wash since that night." She said.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded, "I knew that washing would remove it...so I never washed it...I kinda like it this way...it reminds me of you."

I smiled, warmed by her words. "Well," I said, "Now that I'm home, if you want to wash it...I can always put the stain back on it for you."

She smiled and sipped her coffee. "I think I just might take you up on that." She said.

"Or..." I said, feeling my cock beginning to rise painfully in my jeans, "If you wanted to, I could even add to it...before you wash it."

Her face flushed and she set her coffee cup down on the table. "Well..." She said, "Maybe we should finish this conversation in the other room.

I stood up and walked around the table. Louise stood, shrugging her robe from her shoulders and letting it fall back onto the chair. Wordlessly she took my hand and led me through the kitchen and into the living room.

She turned to face me, sitting lightly on the arm of the easy chair. "We've got lots of time today," She said, "So why don't you get completely out of those clothes."

I needed no further encouragement. Louise watched me as I shrugged out of my T-shirt and removed my shorts and briefs.

As I stepped from my briefs and raised up, my semi-erect cock stuck straight out from my body. Louise stood and approached me, smiling seductively. She took my cock in both of her hands and stroked me to full tumescence. Then she smiled, releasing me, she slipped her arms about my neck and pulled me close.

I pressed my body against hers, feeling the soft, plushly pliant warmth of her crush against me with exquisite sensuality. I slipped my arms about her waist, holding her tightly to me, my cock pressing almost directly against the hairy rise of her pubic mound.

Certainly this was not the first time I had ever embraced Louise, but with her in her sheer nightgown and me completely disrobed, it was the most sensual embrace she and I had ever shared. Her body was so warm against my skin, so plush and so pliant that I seemed to mold into her, her breasts ballooning so sensually against my chest. I could distinctly feel the springy press of her pubic hair against my cock as I pressed my body into hers, and the acute sensuality of such an intimacy sent a shiver through my body.

"Oh, Jamie, I've really missed you." She said, her words whispered into my neck.

I moved my hands over the smooth expanse of her back, her skin felt deliciously sleek and sensual under her nightgown. I slid my hands down to her soft, round buttocks, cupping them and pulling her into me as I pressed my cock into her.

To my surprise, she began moving her hips from side to side. "Your cock feels so nice." She said, her voice deep and husky.

I arched my back and pressed my hips into hers, feeling her hips respond with a reciprocal press into me. Almost instantly I felt the rising ache beginning in the pit of my stomach.

"God Louise." I whispered breathily, my lips very close to her ear, "If we don't stop doing this...I'm going to be staining your nightgown...right here."

I felt a shudder course through her body. "Yes." She said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want that, Jamie."

God, I needed no further encouragement, I was almost frantic in my need to cum. I thrust my hips into her forcefully, grasping her hips to pull her against me as my hips slapped into her loudly.

"Oh...yeah, Oh, yeah" She moaned, her voice deep with emotion, her arms tightly about my neck.

I held myself still, pressing my cock into her and just rocking my hips gently. "Louise." I gasped as my first jet of semen erupted against her. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming."

I felt a shudder course through her body, "Yessss..." She sighed, rocking her hips to meet mine, "Come on me...come."

I sent stream after stream of my semen against her, feeling her nightgown wet against my skin. I moaned her name softly again, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. With a final press of my hips, I sighed and began to slow my movements.

Louise suddenly tightened her embrace about my neck almost painfully and cried out softly. Her hips pressed into mine vigorously, increasing in tempo.

"Don't stop, Jamie." She moaned harshly, "Oh, god...don't stop."

I could feel the tension rising in her body and hear the harsh sound of her rapid breathing in my ear. With my arms firmly about her waist, I lifted her as best I could and walked her the few steps to the wall. I pressed forward with my body, grinding my hips into her as my body pressed her up against the wall.

"Oh...god...oh, god." She moaned, her arms crushing me in embrace.

I could feel her pubic mound directly against my cock. I bent my knees slightly, feeling with the tip of my cock as I found the soft swell of her lips just below her mound. I pressed forward, grinding the tip of my cock directly into the soft folds of her lips.

Louise cried out unintelligibly and I felt her body shudder, I thrust my hips into her rapidly and felt her hips respond. Her fleshy buttocks slapped against the wall, causing the entire wall to reverberate loudly and make the pictures hanging there rattle noisily.

With another cry, she began to cum, her body writhing and shuddering. I continued to keep pressure over her clitoral area, moving my hips slowly, until I felt the tension leave her.

She sighed and released my neck from the painful clench she had held me with for so long. I raised up, smiling down at her. She returned my smile briefly, her chest heaving to catch her breath. Impulsively, I bent my head and kissed her lightly on her lips.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her lips parted. I bent and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger before pulling away. With my face very close to hers, I looked directly into her eyes. She lifted her face and kissed my lips tenderly, raking my lower lip with her teeth as she pulled away. The sensuality of her kiss made me shiver and I kissed her once more. I felt her lips respond to mine instantly and we kissed passionately.

Her kiss was almost magical. I have kissed many women in my life, but no-one has ever even come close to the tender sensuality of Louise's lips. Her kiss was forceful and passionate, yet with such a sweet, light delicacy it almost made me weak in my knees. She held me with her arms about my neck and, where only moments ago she had crushed me to her almost violently, she now held me with an almost indescribable tenderness. Her mouth opened wider and I found her tongue with my own and surrendered to the acute sensuality.

We both started and gasped as the doorbell jangled loudly.

"Oh!" She gasped, looking about almost frantically and then realizing that her robe was in the kitchen.

I was quickly pulling on my clothes. "Hurry..." She said, "You get the door...I need to get dressed."

As quickly as I could I dressed and made my way to the door. I smiled sheepishly to see two of my band mates standing on the front porch. They had apparently been in town on some kind of band business and decided to stop in and say hello and mooch a couple cups of coffee.

I led them into the kitchen and put on some fresh coffee. Louise entered the kitchen looking very chic in a light green pantsuit and a ruffled ivory blouse. She embraced each of the guys, having not seen either of them since before our long road trip, and then we all sat about the table swilling our coffee and chatting amiably.

Both guys readily saw the difference in Louise and even commented on how nice she looked. I had forewarned them immediately upon our return as to the situation with Ross, and the guys were discreet enough to leave that subject alone, and seemed readily supportive and complimentary.

We talked into the afternoon, and then Louise excused herself, not wanting to be late for work. The guys left shortly after Louise, and I had a quick nap and then a shower before Louise and the kids arrived home. The kids preceded her by almost an hour and I took it upon myself to get dinner started.

Louise rushed in, apologizing profusely for being late, explaining how her relief was late and she could not abandon her position until she arrived. We ate dinner together, and then it was my turn to make a hasty retreat. The band was working slightly out of town, a one-nighter, and I had to leave early enough to get me there in time for a sound check.

On the way to work, I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if the guys had not arrived when they did. I was so swept away by the awesome power of her sensuality that I was very close to lifting her nightie and making love to her right there against the living room wall. It could have never happened before, but with Ross and her marriage suddenly out of the picture, I could distinctly sense a need in Louise that I had never sensed before.