Amy, Ingrid, and Hedda

I asked, "How come she did not change her last name?"

Mom said, "After her first marriage ended, she changed to her maiden name. Her mother was also an independent woman from Finland and did not change her name when she married your grand father. She was a translator at the American Embassy and taught Hedda English from an early age. I'm sure it helped Hedda in writing her legal briefs."

After a pause, mom continued, "Hedda told me that Bill, her ex husband, was trying to get her back. I did not want her to be alone at holiday time. She's a beautiful and smart woman; I'm sure some lucky man will win her heart." I hoped it would be me. I also thought my mom was hinting that I should escort her.

At that moment, she arrived in her late-model, black, Cadillac. After I hugged her, I carried her luggage to the guest bedroom. I learned she was still living near Albany where my grand dad worked for a large company.

On Christmas day, Hedda gave me a nice sweater and a big hug. I apologized for not giving her a present and promised to make it up to her.

Later, mom said to me, "I told Hedda you were coming for Christmas, but I did not tell her to buy a present."

After the heavy meal, Hedda wanted to go for a walk and invited me to join her. We walked to a park about a mile away, sat on a bench, and watched a few geese on the shore of a small pond. After talking to her for a while, I realized she was indeed a special woman, but she was very shy. When I pulled her to me, she snuggled willingly, and whispered, "Merry Christmas," and kissed me on my cheek.

When I kissed her back, she said, "We Finnish are very shy. But, we are capable of caring and loving."

We spent another hour or so walking and talking in the park. Hedda asked, "How are you dealing with your dad's illness?"

I said, "Ok, as well as can be expected. I feel helpless. There is not much I can do for him."

Hedda said softly, "Many people are helping your mom and dad. Try to live your own life," and after a pause said, shyly, "Come with me to Albany."

I smiled and said, "I would love to. I'll talk to my mom about driving you to Albany. I'm sure she will agree."

Mischievously, Hedda said, "I think she's relieved you're not going to Toronto."

In the evening, I said to mom, "With a snow storm coming, I hate to see Hedda drive alone tomorrow. Would you mind if I drive her to Albany?"

Cheerfully, Mom said, "No. It's a good idea. I've to remain here to take care of your dad; he has to undergo another round of treatments."

For the evening, Hedda changed in to a red high-neck dress that came to her knees. After dad went to bed, mom, Hedda, and I had light snacks and Zinfandel wine. Recalling mom was a big fan of Piper Laurie, I started playing a video, 'Tim.'

I sat in a cushioned chair in front of mom and Hedda. Hedda continued sipping wine and occasionally smiled at me. She also discreetly opened her thighs and flashed for several minutes her red panties-covered crotch. A short while later, dad called for mom and she left us after wishing us a 'Good night.'

The movie was about a handsome young man, some what slow, who falls in love with a beautiful older woman. After Hedda watched the movie intently, she asked, "Do you like it."

I said, "Yes. I think Tim was a lucky guy to love a beautiful older lady."

I got up dimmed the lights and sat next to Hedda, snuggled with her, and held her hands. When I tried to kiss her neck, she slid away, saying, "Let's wait for a while."

After the movie ended, with the TV still on, I led Hedda to a corner underneath the stairs and French kissed her passionately. She let me grasp her covered boobs and kiss her long neck. When she felt my stiff cock on her buttocks, she grasped my cock lump, and cooed, "I'm pleased I did that to you."

I whispered, "Love your red panties."

When I tried to lift her dress up, she said firmly, "No, Roger. Not here."

Realizing that I was very disappointed, she quickly removed her panties, handed them to me and said, "I like you. Keep these for tonight. Do not leave them behind in your bedroom."

After I was in my room, I rubbed her red silk panties on my cheeks. I loved their smell, a combination perfume and perhaps of her crotch. They were damp with her sex secretion. I used them to rub my cock, but I was careful not to soil them.

Next day, Hedda and I left early to avoid the approaching snow storm. Again, she dressed conservatively for the trip but I could see she had long, smooth, legs.

We could not avoid a two-mile traffic jam as we approached the city. She spoke about her mother meeting my grandfather, John, "She met him in Finland at a holiday party, and fell in love with the handsome and sophisticated older man. You know John helped me adjust to life in the USA."

At her three-bedroom home, she led me to the guest bedroom with attached bath. Before she left the room, she suggested, "It's holiday time, let's go out to eat. I'll make a reservation."

I saw a large photo of me in football uniform on the mantle and wondered if Hedda had other photos of me in her bedroom.

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For dinner, she dressed elegantly in a mid-length black coat and knee-length black leather boots. At the restaurant, after I helped her remove her coat and scarf, I saw she had on a short-sleeve, bright-red, low-cut, silk dress; stud diamond ear rings, and a two-strand gold necklace; her shoulder-length hair looked shiny and red.

I told her, "You look lovely in red."

Shyly, she said, "Thank you."

We had wine with our dinner and it helped both of us relax. After dinner, Hedda accepted my invitation to dance and said, "This is the first time I've been out since my divorce."

After a few minutes, she said, "You look so much like John, though you're a bit taller and muscular."

I said, "You look lovely. I'm having a good time with you. I'm glad you dressed up this evening."

Shyly, Hedda said, "I've other nice dresses I could wear. I hope that you can go with me to celebrate the New Year's eve."

I said, "I'm honored to be invited. Can you get tickets so late?"

She said, "It's a group of friends, mostly older women. One woman cancelled due to a family emergency," and, after a pause, added, "I want to celebrate a new beginning."

We drank more wine and, as we talked and laughed, I realized Hedda was rubbing my chest and thighs; later, she was also touching my crotch surreptitiously.

After Hedda and I shared two scoops of butterscotch ice cream, and had coffee, we returned to her home. After I helped her remove her over coat, she leaned against me, and slurred, "Hug me."

After I hugged her lovingly and kissed her long pale neck, she said, "I don't want to wrinkle my nice dress," and went to change.

After I lighted the gas-fed fire, she returned wearing a black silk robe and we sat on a sofa in front of it; we watched a made-for-TV movie with young, big-breasted, women, who made simulated love to young, muscular, men.

As Hedda watched the TV movie, I kissed her long neck, including the wrinkles at the base. When a young man began to fondle his lover's bare boobs, I reached underneath her robe and began to fondle her bra-covered boobs.

Hedda asked, "Do you like her boobs? They are huge."

I said, "I'm sure they have implants. I like natural ones like these," and squeezed her bra-covered boobs.

Blushing, she whispered, "Thank you."

After several minutes, I realized Hedda, whose head was leaning against my shoulder, was too tired. I maneuvered her to lie on her back on the sofa, covered her with a blanket, and went to sleep in my bedroom.

Next morning, Hedda thanked me for taking care of her the previous night. She reminded me that I am invited to a party that night; I assumed that I am her escort. After we had breakfast, she left for appointments she had with her hair dresser and lunch with friends. She told me to use her other car, a Volvo, and gave me directions to go to a tuxedo rental store and a gym.

NEW YEAR'S EVE WITH HEDDA

Hedda wore a black, ankle-length, short-sleeve, low-cut, dress that showed her very sexy cleavage; it also had mid-thigh-length slits that showed her toned legs. She pinned the corsage I bought for her on her dress. She had on bright red lipstick, and the stud diamond ear rings and the two-strand gold necklace. Her hair looked very red after her visit to the hair dresser. She removed her boots and put on black low-heel shoes. Hedda looked very attractive and about ten years younger. The transformation in her from a good looking to a sexy woman with minimal make up and evening dress was remarkable.

We sat at a table with her friends; most of them were older women, and none half as attractive as her. After drinking couple of glasses of wine and a few dances, we sat down to watch a number of couples dancing. It seemed that Hedda leaned forward intentionally to show me more of her cleavage. After catching me staring at her beautiful face and shiny cleavage, she blushed and turned her head away.

When Terry, a slender friend of Hedda, asked me to dance with her, I told her I was tired, but Hedda said I should dance with her. After a few minutes, Terry, who had too many drinks, draped herself around me and kept fondling me. Hedda must have seen me struggling to keep Terry's hands off of my ass and thighs because she approached us and firmly pulled Terry's hands off of me. As she danced with me, she pushed her large boobs in to my chest and my cock became stiff.

At midnight, after we stopped dancing, I French kissed her. After briefly resisting kissing me back, Hedda pushed her tongue in to my mouth and let me suck on it. Shyly, she looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I assured her, "No one cares about what we are doing. We are two adults celebrating the New Year. There's nothing wrong with a man kissing a lovely woman."

Our second kiss was long and passionate. After it ended, she cooed, "My lost feelings are coming back. I may seem calm and cool on the outside, but I am a warm and loving person on the inside; I'm a typical woman from Finland."

Later, Hedda led me to a relatively quiet corner of the ball room and asked, "I want to know how many girlfriends you have?"

I said, "None, honestly."

She asked, "What about the pregnant Amy and the Toronto woman?"

I said, "I'm not seeing them anymore. Mom is in touch with Amy. I plan to raise the baby."

Thoughtfully, Hedda said, "You can't do it alone."

I said, "I know. Where is Malcolm?"

She said, "In New York, I think. I'm not seeing him. He is too old and set in his ways."

I asked, "What about ex husband, Bill?"

She said, "I don't want him. But he has not given up trying to get me back."

After a while, she said, "Your parents said I should get away from Bill and stay at their winter home."

Eagerly, I said, "It would be great to have you in Florida."

Mischievously, she cooed, "What would you do with me in Florida?"

I said, "I would teach you to play golf, holding you like this," and hugged her from behind nuzzling her covered boobs. In turn, she rubbed her meaty buttocks against my hardened cock.

Pushing my cock lump between her buttocks, I added, "I'll swim with you naked in the pool."

Hedda cooed, "You're talk is turning me on." After a pause, smiling, she asked, "Would you like to go home with me?"

Eagerly, I said, "Yes, Hedda. Take me home."

In her living room, she turned to face me, put her arms around my neck, and French kissed me passionately. She cooed, "You make me feel young again."

She said, "I have to take off my boots," and did so holding me for support. After she removed her boots, I slid to my knees on the carpet. Looking down at me, she put her nylon-covered right leg on my shoulder and bending her knee opened her right thigh. I put my hands underneath her dress, grasped her panties-clad buttocks, and pressed my face in to her crotch. I felt a aroma-laden damp blotch on her panties.

She said, "That feels lovely. Get up, love. Let's sit on the sofa. Fix me a glass of wine. You will find it in the refrigerator."

I found a bottle of Zinfandel and poured it in to two wine glasses. I lighted the gas-fed fire place and sat on the sofa.

Hedda sat on the sofa and, as she sipped wine, put her nylon-covered feet in my lap, and said, "Please rub my feet."

Hedda purred softly, as I massaged her feet, and then her calves. When I rubbed her knees, she stiffened her body for a moment, but soon she relaxed them. When I inched my hands up, she opened her thighs and I spent several minutes rubbing her strong thighs around the top of her nylons. Slowly, I moved my palm to her crotch and felt her panties and dense pubic hair were damp. I left my palm on her mound and watched her breathing become heavy.

Hedda cooed, "Unzip my dress."

After I unzipped her dress, she stood up and slowly stepped out of her dress. I removed my shoes and pants.

As if she was inviting me to look at her voluptuous beauty, Hedda stood in front of me in her black bra, silk panties, garters, and stockings.

I whispered, "You look lovely, Hedda."

Smiling, she sat in my lap; while French kissing me, she put my left hand on her right bra-covered breast. I unhooked the snap, removed her bra, and began fondling her pale, large, boobs. Sexily, Hedda pushed her boobs with both arms and created a magnificent cleavage for me to kiss. I also kissed her nipples and began to suckle them.

She cooed, "I'm glad you like them. I can get them lifted or enlarged, if you like."

I said, "No. They are gorgeous, as they are."

Hedda cooed, "They missed loving by a handsome man," and lifted them up for me to kiss them again and again.

After nudging her to slide next to me, I slid to my knees on the carpet. I rubbed her stocking-covered inner thighs from her knees to her crotch. She moaned when I kissed her panties-covered pussy. I smelled the heady aroma of Hedda's aroused pussy nectar and a delicate perfume. Gently, I pulled her panties down to her ankles and, searching with my nose and lips, found her sopping gash.

As Hedda whimpered, "Daarling, darling. Lovely. Gooood, gooood, goooood," I kept sucking and licking her aroused pussy. She rewarded my efforts with a copious amount of pussy nectar and a long, clit-pulsing, orgasm.

She nudged me up and French kissed me. Holding my pulsing cock firmly in her small hand, she cooed, "It's so romantic in front of the fire place. Take off your shirt and underwear. Lie down."

As I stretched out on my back in front of the fire place, Hedda stood over me with her feet on each side of my knees. I thought she was letting me admire her feminine charms, but she was side tracked looking at her rounded lower belly in the large mirror on the wall.

She said, "I gained couple of pounds. Do you still like?"

I said, "I don't care. You look good enough to eat," and sat up and licked her glistening pussy.

Hedda squealed happily and murmured, "Ohhh. Thank you, love," and after pushing me on to my back straddled my crotch and very slowly snaked my cock in to her wet pussy.

Being eager to make love to her, I nudged her on to her back, pushed my cock deep in to her, and soon released several jets of my cum.

Seeing my cock had not softened, Hedda giggled, and cooed, "I've to freshen up. Meanwhile, sniff these," and threw her soiled panties on my face.

Sniffing her panties, stiffened my cock. A short time later she returned in black: a sheer long-sleeve long robe over silk demi bra, panties, thigh highs, and high-heel sandals. She also put on red lipstick and perfume; she looked gorgeous and smelled like a flower in bloom.

She lay next to me with her back towards me and, placing my throbbing cock at her pussy mouth, cooed, "Love me all night."

I made love to Hedda while holding her big boobs or meaty thighs for a long time. Periodically, she lifted her head, looked in the mirror, and cooed, "I'm not dreaming; your big cock is going in and out of my pussy."

Later, she cooed, "I'm glad you're still making love to me; I dozed off."

I fell asleep with my cock deep inside Hedda's pussy. When I woke up late in the morning, Hedda was not next to me. After I showered and dressed in a borrowed robe, I joined Hedda for a cup of coffee.

After small talk, she said, "I hope you like a sauna bath. I started warming it earlier; it should be ready by now."

I said, "I'm sure I will like it," and followed her to the sauna in the basement.

With only towels covering our bodies, we went in to the sauna and sat on a towel-covered bench. Soon, Hedda and I removed our towels. I saw she had large, shiny, drooping boobs. In spite of perspiring heavily, I developed a hard on. By the time we used birch fronds, I still had a raging hard on.

Blushing, Hedda said, "I'm glad you like me with nothing on, and my sagging boobs and wrinkled skin turn you on."

I said, "You also have a lovely face and great legs, and more."

She said, "Now, let's take a nice shower."

While standing behind her, I had lot of fun lathering and washing Hedda's lovely body, especially her buttocks, crotch, and boobs. She washed my balls and stiff cock for a while, and asked, "Does he go down?"

I said, "Not when you are near me."

She blushed and said, "Oh. Lucky me!"

After drying herself, she said, "It's chilly. I'll wear lingerie and meet you in your bedroom."

When she entered the bedroom, I saw she was dressed in bright red silk thigh highs, panties, bullet bra, gloves, and a see-through robe. She came to the large bed, removed her robe, and grasped my throbbing cock. Cooing endearments incomprehensible to me, she fondled my cock and balls, and licked them.

After she stretched out on her back, I kissed her neck, under arms, boobs that spilled to her sides, and protruding belly. I removed her panties, lifted her ass with both of my hands on her buttocks, and licked her red-hair-covered pussy. I felt it was wet and slick.

I knelt between her legs admiring the voluptuous woman in front of me. Lovingly she opened her thighs wide and her glistening pussy opened like a piece of cut fruit.

I said, "I've never been in bed with as beautiful and voluptuous woman as you," and gently grasped her swaying boobs and pinched her nipples.

In response, she hissed, "Get to work, lover. Fuck me."

While savoring the feel of her parting velvety wall ahead of my invading cock, slowly I pushed it in to her snug channel until it was deep in her belly.

Hedda held me tightly in an embrace and said, "It's deep in me. It feels great, but hold still for a while. Let my walls expand."

After a couple of minutes, she started a continuous cycle of grasping my cock with her vaginal walls and then releasing the pressure.

I mumbled, "If you keep doing that I'll cum soon."

She cooed, "Let me try to make you cum," and continued to grasp and release my cock. Hedda squealed in triumph when she felt my cum dribble out initially and then in jets.

When my cock did not soften after my climax, she said, "Go ahead do it again. Two husbands could not make me pregnant. I don't think you can either."

About that time the phone rang. As Hedda listened, I could see irritation on her face. After several minutes, she hung up the phone and said, "Bill wants me to come back to the law firm. He has invited me to talk to the firm's partners on Wednesday. There would be a large bonus for rejoining the firm."

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I had to return to Florida to teach in a few days. On Sunday, at the airport, she whispered to me, "Have a good time in Florida, lover."

With tears in my eyes, I said, "I'll miss you very much Hedda. Please let me know how things are going."

Not knowing if Hedda would be coming to see me in Florida was very difficult. On the plane, I thought about the state of my life. I thought of joining the National Guard, but did not know if my lingering limp would be an obstacle. My dad was a medic in the Vietnam War; I thought I could be one in the Iraq War. Most of all, I wanted Hedda.