1. Linda


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: perry47, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    door, she paused, inhaled deeply and knocked. She heard voices inside. “Came in,” someone called. Linda opened the door. Inside was a small gathering, mostly unfamiliar faces. Linda was embarrassed. She blushed and nearly stammered as five or six pairs of eyes, including Frankie Antonelli’s, turned to her. She caught her breath. The three women present merely grunted and looked away. Linda sensed the intrusion of a pretty woman — herself — on their territory. The men smiled tolerantly. One was Mr. Hartman, the teacher and company director, whom she knew. He always smiled pleasantly in church, but now merely looked sharply at her. This was evidently his domain and one he was surprised to find her in. Linda was relieved where Frankie himself came up to her. “Yes, my dear,” he said pleasantly, extending his hand. “You-you were terrific,” smiled Linda. “I just wanted to tell you.” She was trying not to have an anxiety attack in his dressing room, and decided quickly to make a firm exit before she did. “Thank you, thank you, how nice of you to come and tell me!” He held her hand and e****ted her over to the small group. They were sipping drinks and watching her curiously. “May I have the pleasure of introducing…” he stopped. “Linda. Linda Carney,” smiled Linda. She looked around at everyone, careful to make brief eye contact with each one. The men, even Mr. Hartman, smiled pleasantly. The women just nodded. They did not want to displease Mr. Antonelli, Linda concluded. At least ...
    one or two of them were making a play for him, she was convinced. She was nervous and excited. It had been so long since she’d been in a scene like this. Eight or nine years, to be exact, since before her marriage. How strange it seemed again. Awkward. But exciting! “Who are you? What do you do, my dear?” asked Frankie politely. One hand rested casually on her waist and the other held out a drink. “You’re pretty enough to be an actress. Are you?” “Oh, no,” said Linda, blushing. “That’s very nice of you, but I’m…” She looked at Mr. Hartman who knew she was married, and said, “I’m just a housewife, I’m afraid.” She accepted the drink. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?” Frankie’s chivalrous manner disappeared for a moment. His stage manner was dropping. He was betraying his roots, Linda thought. That gave her more confidence. She smiled up at him, though he was not much taller than she was, and began a conversation. As she talked, she studied him, his dark hair paying at the temples, his sideburns, his handsome features, and his strong arms. He was very at ease with himself and that made her at ease. He asked nothing about her husband, and for that she was grateful. Surely he had noticed her ring. She found him looking at her body, but discreetly. He didn’t make a point of studying her tits or ass with wide eyes and open mouth as some men did. That was nice to notice but not make a point of noticing. When he turned to refill her glass, her eyes dropped slightly to his crotch. ...
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