The Seduction of Lydia Barnes
Lydia sat on her bed, drinking a martini and reading her favorite novel. Just when the dragon prince was about to have his way with the town virgin an obnoxious knock sounded on her door. She sighed in annoyance, slamming the book shut and climbing out of bed, bypassing her robe that was haphazardly lying on the back of the chair in her room. She didn't care if she was just in her short nightgown, she was going to give whoever was on the other side of that door a piece of her mind. She reached the living room and threw open the door, ready to berate the person there when said person swept past her and into the apartment.
"Lydia, I know it's late, but I need a favor."
"Stewart," she said in slight anger. "What the hell could you need at 12:30 at night?"
"A place to stay?" he asked quietly.
She stared at him a moment and then let out a laugh. "Are you kidding me?"
"Crystal and I had a huge fight. I stormed out of the apartment and left my wallet and keys behind. I'd stay with one of the kids, but the boys are on that cruise and I called Regina but she's on a date. You're my only hope." He explained. "Please?"
Lydia sighed in exasperation, biting her lip. "I guess."
"Oh, thank you, Lydia!" He exclaimed and embraced her. "I knew I could count on you."
"All right, all right, all right, that's enough." She said, pushing away from him.
He looked her up and down, his eyes staying longer than they should have on her gorgeous thighs and then up at the lace top barely covering her breasts. "My, that is some nightgown." He commented.
Lydia looked down at herself and blushed. "Oh my goodness, excuse me," she said, scrambling to fetch her robe, but his hand on her arm stopped her frantic movements.
"Calm down, Lydia," he smiled. "Its nothing I haven't seen before."
"Still, it's been years since you've seen my body," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest which caused her bosom to be pushed up even more.
"You look exactly the same as you did when we were first married," he told her, his eyes once again roaming her body.
She snorted, "Yeah, and that's why you're fucking your secretary."
"One," he held up his fingers to demonstrate, "we're in a relationship. Two, I didn't even come on to her until after our divorce, I told you that. And three, you know sex was not the reason we split up."
"I know," she sighed, her eyes drifting downwards. "Apparently, the relationship part isn't going so well for you, though," she remarked.
"So we had one fight." He shrugged, sitting down on the couch.
She plopped down next to him and crossed one leg over the other, causing her nightgown to rest on the top part of her thigh. It took all of Stewart's will power to not stare. "Not according to Benji. He says you two have been fighting for weeks." She raised her eyebrow at him, silently pressing for info.
Letting out a long breath, Stewart replied, "I'm getting old, Lydia."
"No, what made you think that?" She asked sarcastically, her smile shining.
Stewart rolled his eyes. "Could you be serious, please?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she held her hands up in defense. "I just can't believe you're finally realizing this right now after these past few years."
"Well, it's not every day I want to admit my mistakes."
Her smile suddenly faded, her heart beat speeding up. "What mistakes?"
"Not being a better father, hurting people in my path to becoming a great doctor..." he looked her in the eye. "...ruining our marriage."
Her eyes grew wide in astonishment. "What? Stewart, our marriage ending was not your fault. That was both of us. so do not go blaming yourself because I am just as much to blame. And you're an amazing father. You have been involved in our kids' lives from day one. Why would you ever doubt that?" She rest her hand on top of his thigh as he responded.
"I don't know, Lydia," he sighed, exasperated. "It just feels like lately the kids have been a little distant."
"Stewart, they have lives. And sometimes that gets in the way of every day things like calling their father or dropping by just to say hey. But I understand how you feel; I've been there before, I know." She smiled sympathetically at him.
"You've had a mid-life crisis?" He asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"I wouldn't call it that," she mumbled. "Mine did not include a trampy tart who is half my age, either, but I did lose my mind a little bit, yes. During our marriage, actually," she recalled.
"Really?"
She cleared her throat, remembering back. "It was five years ago. We were sitting here, in the living room when you asked me to get you a beer. I don't know what the hell happened, but I suddenly felt like this huge weight was just putting pressure on my chest. I kept questioning myself, when did I become your slave? When did I become that wife that does everything and not expect anything in return?" She ignored Stewart who looked down in shame. She still blamed me for feeling that way. "It was the same weekend I went with Regina to the spa to clear my head, though, bringing her along wasn't much of the best idea."
He nodded in remembrance, but didn't interrupt.
"When I came home, there you were, sitting on your chair just the way I left you. You politely asked how the spa was, blah blah blah, but not minutes after finishing our conversation and I stood up did you ask me to get you another beer." She snorted at the memory, a blush creeping up her neck to her face. "So, I dropped everything in the middle of the living room, straddled your lap and fucked you all night long."
Stewart was beaming, remembering her audacious actions. "I remember," he told her. "You made, uh, quite a mess on the chair and floor that night. Didn't we need to replace the cushions after you... you know?"
"Stewart!" She smacked his arm in annoyance, but he could see the humor in her eyes, her face reddening even further.
"What? It was so hot!" He said, scooting slightly closer. "And then you sucked my cock," he whispered, sending chills down her spine, "and I licked your pussy until you came again, all over my mouth."
"Stewart," she breathed, feeling his hot breath on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, we're just talking about the good 'ol days," he shrugged.
"About our sex life." She stated matter of fact.
"You have to admit, it was the best thing in our marriage."
"Well, we were always good at it."
The more they talked the quieter their voices became and the closer their faces got. "And don't forget about the kissing," he murmured. "The things you did with your tongue drove me wild."
By now their noses were touching, their lips about an inch apart. "Lydia,"
"Ssshhh..."
Lydia's tongue darted out, tracing his lips before pulling back and then straddling his lap like she did all those years ago. Stewart's hands traveled from her waist down to her thighs, caressing the soft skin there and then lifting the nightgown up, his hands moving to cup her ass. He opened his mouth to her and their tongues tangled together. She moaned when she felt his fingers caress her core through her thin panties. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands running across his chest, pulling his gray chest hair playfully as he slipped his fingers inside her panties.
"Damn, Lydia, you're soaked," he groaned, sliding two fingers easily inside of her.
She kissed him harder, grinding her hips up and down on his hand, muttering, "more," against his mouth.
He tugged the panties until they ripped, exposing her to him. He added a third finger, his thumb applying pressure to her clit as she cried out. He pumped his fingers at a quick pace and curled them slightly.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her nails digging into his bare chest. "Yes, right there! Oh!"
Stewart lifted his legs to rest on the table behind her and laid Lydia down on top of them. He spread her legs wider, his fingers going deeper as she sucked them into her body. His free hand massaged her breast through her nightgown, his finger flicking her rock hard nipple as she moaned low in her throat.
"Stewart!" she cried out, feeling the tips of her toes start to tingle. "I'm - I'm - "
Stewart removed his fingers from inside of her, but kept his hand there to tweak her clit and she came with a shrill cry. Her juices gushed from her body, some coating Stewart's chest as he continued to stroke her most sensitive spot. Her legs spasmed as she came down from her high and she weakly pushed his hand away from her center. Stewart lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, Lydia watching him through half-hooded eyes, trying to catch her breath.
"You okay?" He asked with a smile.
"Mmmhmm," she nodded and bit her lip shyly.
"What?" He questioned, putting his hands under her shoulders and lifting her weak body up. She leaned down and licked his chest where her juices landed, suckling his nipple into her mouth. She reached down between their bodies and unzipped his pants quickly, her delicate hand slipping through the hoe in his boxers to caress his length.He groaned and bucked against her hand. Lydia leaned down and took the tip of him inside her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking gently. Not being able to take it any longer, Stewart lifted her head and smashed his lips against hers.
She positioned herself over him and slowly sank down on him, throwing her head back as they groaned simultaneously. After a minute of savoring the feeling of him being inside of her again, Lydia began to rock on top of him before she bounced up and down skillfully. Stewart lifted his hips, increasing the pleasure for both of them. It didn't take long for Lydia to come again and at her cries of ecstasy, Stewart followed behind her, burying his face in her cleavage.
He lifted his head and kissed her gently. They kissed lazily for a few moments, letting it slowly more and more intense. Lydia felt him twitch inside of her and pulled back, her eyes wide. "Whoah, there, cowboy, calm down. I can't go for another round," she told him with a smirk.
"The Lydia I was married to for almost 35 years could go all night," he retorted, massaging her hips.
"Well, I just got off a two day shift with only an hour nap during lunch." She said. "I'm exhausted."
"Then why did you let me stay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
She felt a blush rise on her cheeks once again. "Kindness?"
Understanding what she was saying, Stewart's jaw dropped. "Lydia Barnes, did you seduce me?" He exclaimed .
"Regina may have called me earlier and said that you and Crystal fought and that you were on your way over." She shrugged innocently. "I needed to get my rocks off somehow and I knew you wouldn't resist the new nightgown."
"You played me?" He asked in disbelief.
She extracted herself from on top of him and stood on still shaky legs, hand on her hips. "Like a fiddle."
He stared at her and then shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, can't complain." He grabbed her wrists to pull her back into his lap, but she stopped him.
"Stewart," she refused gently and he sighed knowingly. "Go back to Crystal."
"You're right," he said and stood up.
Lydia tucked him back into his boxers and zipped up his pants. She rest her palm against his bulge and kissed him, her tongue penetrating his mouth, but urgently like before. This time it was slow, gentle, sentimental. His hands tangled in her hair and hers caressed her torso. Eventually, they pulled away when air became a problem.
"You know I still love you, Lydia," he smiled bitter-sweetly. She grinned back, her eyes a little foggy as he continued. "I always will."
Lydia hugged him tightly, her face in the crook of his neck. "I love you, too."
A few minutes later, Stewart was out the door and on his way back home to his girlfriend and Lydia was once again lying in bed with her martini and book. After about 10 minutes of reading the same line over and over again, Lydia closed the book and set it on the nightstand next to her empty martini glass. Within a minute she was sound asleep with a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
The End! Tell me what you think, please!
"Lydia, I know it's late, but I need a favor."
"Stewart," she said in slight anger. "What the hell could you need at 12:30 at night?"
"A place to stay?" he asked quietly.
She stared at him a moment and then let out a laugh. "Are you kidding me?"
"Crystal and I had a huge fight. I stormed out of the apartment and left my wallet and keys behind. I'd stay with one of the kids, but the boys are on that cruise and I called Regina but she's on a date. You're my only hope." He explained. "Please?"
Lydia sighed in exasperation, biting her lip. "I guess."
"Oh, thank you, Lydia!" He exclaimed and embraced her. "I knew I could count on you."
"All right, all right, all right, that's enough." She said, pushing away from him.
He looked her up and down, his eyes staying longer than they should have on her gorgeous thighs and then up at the lace top barely covering her breasts. "My, that is some nightgown." He commented.
Lydia looked down at herself and blushed. "Oh my goodness, excuse me," she said, scrambling to fetch her robe, but his hand on her arm stopped her frantic movements.
"Calm down, Lydia," he smiled. "Its nothing I haven't seen before."
"Still, it's been years since you've seen my body," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest which caused her bosom to be pushed up even more.
"You look exactly the same as you did when we were first married," he told her, his eyes once again roaming her body.
She snorted, "Yeah, and that's why you're fucking your secretary."
"One," he held up his fingers to demonstrate, "we're in a relationship. Two, I didn't even come on to her until after our divorce, I told you that. And three, you know sex was not the reason we split up."
"I know," she sighed, her eyes drifting downwards. "Apparently, the relationship part isn't going so well for you, though," she remarked.
"So we had one fight." He shrugged, sitting down on the couch.
She plopped down next to him and crossed one leg over the other, causing her nightgown to rest on the top part of her thigh. It took all of Stewart's will power to not stare. "Not according to Benji. He says you two have been fighting for weeks." She raised her eyebrow at him, silently pressing for info.
Letting out a long breath, Stewart replied, "I'm getting old, Lydia."
"No, what made you think that?" She asked sarcastically, her smile shining.
Stewart rolled his eyes. "Could you be serious, please?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she held her hands up in defense. "I just can't believe you're finally realizing this right now after these past few years."
"Well, it's not every day I want to admit my mistakes."
Her smile suddenly faded, her heart beat speeding up. "What mistakes?"
"Not being a better father, hurting people in my path to becoming a great doctor..." he looked her in the eye. "...ruining our marriage."
Her eyes grew wide in astonishment. "What? Stewart, our marriage ending was not your fault. That was both of us. so do not go blaming yourself because I am just as much to blame. And you're an amazing father. You have been involved in our kids' lives from day one. Why would you ever doubt that?" She rest her hand on top of his thigh as he responded.
"I don't know, Lydia," he sighed, exasperated. "It just feels like lately the kids have been a little distant."
"Stewart, they have lives. And sometimes that gets in the way of every day things like calling their father or dropping by just to say hey. But I understand how you feel; I've been there before, I know." She smiled sympathetically at him.
"You've had a mid-life crisis?" He asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"I wouldn't call it that," she mumbled. "Mine did not include a trampy tart who is half my age, either, but I did lose my mind a little bit, yes. During our marriage, actually," she recalled.
"Really?"
She cleared her throat, remembering back. "It was five years ago. We were sitting here, in the living room when you asked me to get you a beer. I don't know what the hell happened, but I suddenly felt like this huge weight was just putting pressure on my chest. I kept questioning myself, when did I become your slave? When did I become that wife that does everything and not expect anything in return?" She ignored Stewart who looked down in shame. She still blamed me for feeling that way. "It was the same weekend I went with Regina to the spa to clear my head, though, bringing her along wasn't much of the best idea."
He nodded in remembrance, but didn't interrupt.
"When I came home, there you were, sitting on your chair just the way I left you. You politely asked how the spa was, blah blah blah, but not minutes after finishing our conversation and I stood up did you ask me to get you another beer." She snorted at the memory, a blush creeping up her neck to her face. "So, I dropped everything in the middle of the living room, straddled your lap and fucked you all night long."
Stewart was beaming, remembering her audacious actions. "I remember," he told her. "You made, uh, quite a mess on the chair and floor that night. Didn't we need to replace the cushions after you... you know?"
"Stewart!" She smacked his arm in annoyance, but he could see the humor in her eyes, her face reddening even further.
"What? It was so hot!" He said, scooting slightly closer. "And then you sucked my cock," he whispered, sending chills down her spine, "and I licked your pussy until you came again, all over my mouth."
"Stewart," she breathed, feeling his hot breath on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, we're just talking about the good 'ol days," he shrugged.
"About our sex life." She stated matter of fact.
"You have to admit, it was the best thing in our marriage."
"Well, we were always good at it."
The more they talked the quieter their voices became and the closer their faces got. "And don't forget about the kissing," he murmured. "The things you did with your tongue drove me wild."
By now their noses were touching, their lips about an inch apart. "Lydia,"
"Ssshhh..."
Lydia's tongue darted out, tracing his lips before pulling back and then straddling his lap like she did all those years ago. Stewart's hands traveled from her waist down to her thighs, caressing the soft skin there and then lifting the nightgown up, his hands moving to cup her ass. He opened his mouth to her and their tongues tangled together. She moaned when she felt his fingers caress her core through her thin panties. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands running across his chest, pulling his gray chest hair playfully as he slipped his fingers inside her panties.
"Damn, Lydia, you're soaked," he groaned, sliding two fingers easily inside of her.
She kissed him harder, grinding her hips up and down on his hand, muttering, "more," against his mouth.
He tugged the panties until they ripped, exposing her to him. He added a third finger, his thumb applying pressure to her clit as she cried out. He pumped his fingers at a quick pace and curled them slightly.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her nails digging into his bare chest. "Yes, right there! Oh!"
Stewart lifted his legs to rest on the table behind her and laid Lydia down on top of them. He spread her legs wider, his fingers going deeper as she sucked them into her body. His free hand massaged her breast through her nightgown, his finger flicking her rock hard nipple as she moaned low in her throat.
"Stewart!" she cried out, feeling the tips of her toes start to tingle. "I'm - I'm - "
Stewart removed his fingers from inside of her, but kept his hand there to tweak her clit and she came with a shrill cry. Her juices gushed from her body, some coating Stewart's chest as he continued to stroke her most sensitive spot. Her legs spasmed as she came down from her high and she weakly pushed his hand away from her center. Stewart lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, Lydia watching him through half-hooded eyes, trying to catch her breath.
"You okay?" He asked with a smile.
"Mmmhmm," she nodded and bit her lip shyly.
"What?" He questioned, putting his hands under her shoulders and lifting her weak body up. She leaned down and licked his chest where her juices landed, suckling his nipple into her mouth. She reached down between their bodies and unzipped his pants quickly, her delicate hand slipping through the hoe in his boxers to caress his length.He groaned and bucked against her hand. Lydia leaned down and took the tip of him inside her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking gently. Not being able to take it any longer, Stewart lifted her head and smashed his lips against hers.
She positioned herself over him and slowly sank down on him, throwing her head back as they groaned simultaneously. After a minute of savoring the feeling of him being inside of her again, Lydia began to rock on top of him before she bounced up and down skillfully. Stewart lifted his hips, increasing the pleasure for both of them. It didn't take long for Lydia to come again and at her cries of ecstasy, Stewart followed behind her, burying his face in her cleavage.
He lifted his head and kissed her gently. They kissed lazily for a few moments, letting it slowly more and more intense. Lydia felt him twitch inside of her and pulled back, her eyes wide. "Whoah, there, cowboy, calm down. I can't go for another round," she told him with a smirk.
"The Lydia I was married to for almost 35 years could go all night," he retorted, massaging her hips.
"Well, I just got off a two day shift with only an hour nap during lunch." She said. "I'm exhausted."
"Then why did you let me stay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
She felt a blush rise on her cheeks once again. "Kindness?"
Understanding what she was saying, Stewart's jaw dropped. "Lydia Barnes, did you seduce me?" He exclaimed .
"Regina may have called me earlier and said that you and Crystal fought and that you were on your way over." She shrugged innocently. "I needed to get my rocks off somehow and I knew you wouldn't resist the new nightgown."
"You played me?" He asked in disbelief.
She extracted herself from on top of him and stood on still shaky legs, hand on her hips. "Like a fiddle."
He stared at her and then shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, can't complain." He grabbed her wrists to pull her back into his lap, but she stopped him.
"Stewart," she refused gently and he sighed knowingly. "Go back to Crystal."
"You're right," he said and stood up.
Lydia tucked him back into his boxers and zipped up his pants. She rest her palm against his bulge and kissed him, her tongue penetrating his mouth, but urgently like before. This time it was slow, gentle, sentimental. His hands tangled in her hair and hers caressed her torso. Eventually, they pulled away when air became a problem.
"You know I still love you, Lydia," he smiled bitter-sweetly. She grinned back, her eyes a little foggy as he continued. "I always will."
Lydia hugged him tightly, her face in the crook of his neck. "I love you, too."
A few minutes later, Stewart was out the door and on his way back home to his girlfriend and Lydia was once again lying in bed with her martini and book. After about 10 minutes of reading the same line over and over again, Lydia closed the book and set it on the nightstand next to her empty martini glass. Within a minute she was sound asleep with a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
The End! Tell me what you think, please!