The Sweet Jules

You're never going to believe this. Honestly. I can hardly believe it myself, it's why I absolutely HAVE to tell someone. I'm not normally like this. It's just so unbelievable. But so fucking fantastic. It's kind of like finding out you've won the sexual lottery. I'm rambling, I know, but when something like this happens to you, you'll understand why.

For the sake of our small town politics, for the duration of the story, I'll change my name to Wade, and the lady in mention is Julie. We both live in one of those small country towns that time forgot. Occasionally it startles itself out of bed with a shocking new arrival, and that sets the whole town alight.

My family and I were one such shock. We bought the local store and took over the usual businesses, the papers, the news agency, small foodstuffs. After about five years, however, my family moved back down into the city. I stayed behind, because I had landed a fantastic manager's job at one of the local resorts.

I was keeping a low profile, staying out of trouble because I didn't want to stuff up my new job, when I met a young girl from one of the neighbouring forgotten towns. We hit it off, but things didn't work out. I became convinced that it was because I was overweight, and that if I slimmed down, that she'd come back to me.

I started walking, and then jogging, and then running. I bought one of those weird, masochistic personal workout weight lifting and ab equipment monstrosities and started to work at it. I'd tried to lost weight before, but only because I thought I ought to, and always failed. Now I had a reason.

As it's only a small town, in order to go for an hour's run you basically need to cover the whole area. I run the back roads mostly, because I like to be on my own. I bought a simple and VERY loud MP3 player and I was completely content, for the most part.

One night, after about six months, I was taking it easy because I'd had a massive day and had already been for a quick run that morning. I was swapping through songs on my MP3, unable to come to a decision on what I wanted to listen to when a voice sang out from the dark buildings to my right.

"Ignoring me again, Wade?" I turned and pulled the earpiece out and cleared my throat, trying to peer into the darkness of the porches. There was a light chuckle and a bright light came on. A slim, blonde figure moved out into the light. "It's Julie. Julie Haughton."

"Oh, hey Jules. Sorry, I've got these things in my ears blaring away, I couldn't hear a thing." I moved over to the light and hear Van Morrison playing faintly in the background. I could smell delicious lamb and rosemary on the air, and my stomach growled. Jules laughed.

"How's the exercise coming?" I grimaced and shook my head.

"Not well. I think I got into it for the wrong reason, but now that the reason is gone it's like I feel stupid trying to get fit, you know? How's life in the Lolly Shop?" She shrugged, and my eyes drifted down to her chest for a second. She had on a warm woollen jumper in the cold winter air, but I could see the swell of her breasts showing clearly in the porch light.

I'd always thought she kept herself in amazing shape. Her hair had streaks of gray through it, but she'd still have trouble shaking most men out of her sheets. She had hit fifty and not lost a stride, but she had a body most eighteen year olds envied, and more than once she'd been perved on by the school boys on the bus.

You had to face it, any woman who could make a red and blue apron and a hair net look sexy was doing well, and to do that at fifty plus was pretty awesome. I cleared my throat again and tried to remember what she'd said. She was turned away and untying her oil-splattered apron.

"Funny how you always seem to be wearing aprons when I see you. Even in the store, I remember you always used to wear them." Jules tilted her head and the neck straps of the apron slid up the back of her head, loosing her blonde-gray hair out. She ran her hand up the back of her neck and massaged it for a moment.

"You have to make the candy if it's going to taste the best." She gestured behind her. "Look, this might be a bit forward of me, but you've always been extremely polite, so I think I can trust you. I got ditched by a date I was cooking for tonight, and there's a heap of roast cooked in there."

"I was just taking in some air before packing it up. Do you want to come in for a bite? I've opened a bottle of wine, we can talk and catch up, if you like?" I felt my breath catch in my throat as my cock began to jump up and down for joy in my sweats. I turned back around and held out my arms, showing her my hooded sweat top and pants.

"I'm not exactly dressed for company. Besides, I've been out running, so..." Jules gave a small smile and shrugged again.

"I may not have had a whiff of a man in three years, Wade, but I do remember what it's like. It's okay, I can manage. Come on in, kid." She was definitely fuckable, and my pulse started to go a bit faster. I slowly moved up the stairs and snagged a flower from the bush beside the rail. I handed it to her with a flourish.

"Milady's flower's for her date. Flaky charm is my best and only asset, unfortunately. Can't say I'll be much of a dinner companion." Jules gave a light laugh and sniffed the half-wilted petals.

"Well, they do say it's the thought that counts. I'm surprised I've got any left after the last few weeks. Winter's arrived with a crunch. I think we skipped autumn." I couldn't help but agree as she preceded me inside. My eyes were glued to her sculpted ass, and I got the sudden image of my cock with two plastic devil horns and a pitchfork whispering into my ear to bend her over and fuck her brains out.

I started to laugh, and Jules turned around and smiled at me. "What?" I controlled myself and shook my head.

"Um, just that I... I feel sort of bad. I don't want your reputation to suffer, inviting wayward youths into your... back door." Jules shrugged and laughed, then turned back to the kitchen.

"That's only if you were fucking me, Wade." She threw it back over her shoulder with a laugh, but I stopped dead in the middle of the kitchen floor and felt my skin heating up. She pulled the roast out of the oven and I looked down. My cock was pushing against the front of my sweats, and I could see a tiny dark gray patch where my precum was oozing through my briefs and onto the light material.

"Um... yeah, well, uh... shoes on or off?" Julie looked up and gave me a slight grin, then I thought her eyes dropped down past my waist for a moment, then slid away. Her lips parted as she licked them quickly.

"I'm having my spare room sanded, so the whole house is covered in dust. On would probably be better." I couldn't see anything on the floor, or the kitchen for that matter, but I nodded and moved slowly to the kitchen bench, then quickly slid into the stool.

"Smell's amazing. Anything I can do?" Jules gave me that naughty little half-smile again and shrugged.

"Maybe later." I began to grin foolishly at her, and she picked up the knife and began to slice into the lamb with the ease of long practice. "With the dishes, I mean." My smile faded and I silently berated myself for acting like a horny idiot. Okay, I berated myself for BEING a horny idiot.

I couldn't help it. I was a bit slow on the uptake, but I could almost feel and hear the innuendoes, and I was certainly not being shy about what I wanted to do to her. I took the offered plate with a murmuring of thanks and poured her a glass of wine.

I poured some ice water for myself and clinked glasses with her, scarcely believing what was happening, and not really knowing what was. We ate in comfortable silence until we neared the end of the meal, when Jules slowed down and began to talk again.

"So what was behind the sudden health kick? I mean, not that it hasn't done wonders for you, but why now?" I savoured the flavours of the roast and then washed it down with a sip of ice water.

"There was this girl. I fell for her big time, but she only went out with me because she felt sorry for me. It was hardly going out. There was nothing there beyond a close, intimate friendship, really. But yeah. I decided to win her back by getting fit and looking wonderful. That was six months ago, and yeah. Here I am."

Jules nodded as she sat back and held her glass loosely in one hand. "Yeah, the opposite sex and lack of fun can make you do strange things. The last time I cooked a roast was about three months ago, for my brother's birthday. I haven't touched one since. I live alone, so there's hardly a use." I couldn't help but agree.

"I usually go for the red or white meat for tea and a heap of fruit. Fruit's my friend these days, it may not go well with the meat, but it's easy, nutritious, and leaves virtually no scraps. I guess I've turned into a hermit, or close enough." Jules stayed seated as I began to clear the table, and crossed one silk-skinned leg over the other, her wineglass getting low again. I topped it up with the last of the bottle and realised she might be quite a bit far-gone.

"So, you did all this for some ungrateful male? What an idiot. Dinner with an entrancing woman and a lamb roast? How unbelievably idiotic for him to pass up." Jules laughed richly as I began to fill the sink and waved her fingers at her face, fanning her flushed cheeks.

"If I was that entrancing it wouldn't have been three years since I'd last... well." I paused as I flicked off the tab on my watch and sat it on the windowsill. I switched the taps off and began to scrub the plates and pots.

"Three years without a date isn't that bad, especially considering the choices you have on offer in our charming little hamlet." Jules drained off the last of her wine and came to the bench. She slid in to the stool and flicked her hair back over her shoulder. She handed me her wineglass, and my soapy fingers touched hers for a moment.

"You didn't do too badly. You've really turned yourself around. And flaky charm isn't your only asset. You listen." I lifted my shoulders and smiled at her. My hands were back in the scalding water, but I barely noticed the heat. My erection finally began to fade as my mind went elsewhere for the first time that night.

"Yeah, but women my age don't really care about that. I'm twenty-six this year, and that last time I had a meaningful conversation with someone my own age was my stepsister. It's only about looks and all that crap. I hate the hypocrisy of people, so I kinda just stay away for the most part." Jules lifted her jumper over her head, revealing a simple white singlet underneath that clung to her breasts and showed off her slim waist.

"When you get to my age kid, you move past all that crap. You don't care what someone looks like because the reflection in the mirror isn't so great anymore either. You just want someone..." I snorted.

"Real?" She nodded and her eyes lifted to the liquor shelf above her pantry. "And no offence, but the reflection isn't exactly horrible, you know that right? You're the official town MILF to all the school-boys." Jules laughed and leant forwards, and my eyes darted down for an instant to her cleavage. My eyes darted back up, and met the sparkle of laughter in hers.

"Can I tell you something horrible?" I stared back to the sink as I drained the dirty, oily water and began to rinse the stainless steel.

"Sure," I said, filling it again for the glassware and cutlery. "Whatever you want." Jules looked down at her hands and ran her fingers together, pushing them through one another and smiling sinfully.

"I get really hot over that. I mean, really. I know they're just boys, just barely teenagers, some of them. But to think that seeing me in the store making candies, they go home and pull their little cocks for me. I mean, it's just such a turn on. What sort of compliment can you get from a group of young boys other than you're still sexy?"

I pulled the plug and began to dry my hands. She smiled unsteadily at me as I leant back against the sink. I realised that my cock was getting hard again and walked back around the bench, leaning against the end. I pressed the head of my cock against the wood and clenched my jaw as I went to moan. She was watching me, and somehow I knew that she knew exactly what I was doing.

"Is that so bad, to just think that?" I shook my head.

"I guess not. I mean, I've always gotten hot over girls with glasses and curly hair, you know? No matter how old. Well, at least late teens. The kids these days are dressing so... risky. I mean, some of the outfits you'd expect to see a price tag on their ass or something, you know?" Jules was staring at me with her mouth slightly open.

The image flashed in my mind of forcing my cock past those thick red lips and having her stare at me with those naughty eyes. I blinked as she leant down onto the bench, propping her head up on her hand as she smiled with half-lidded eyes. "When was the last time you got some, Wade?"

I stared at her as I felt a droplet of precum hit the inside of my knee. Images again flashed through my mind of her begging for me to fuck her hard, to pull her hair, to make her cum. I blinked and slammed back into reality as she slid the stool back.

"I think that um..." She put a hand to her stomach as her other trailed a fingertip down the side of her singlet to skim the edge of her breast. "I think that maybe I'm drunk. Sorry. It's been a long day. Making sweets isn't easy sometimes, especially not with Easter coming up soon." I nodded and wiped a hand across my forehead as I felt myself beading sweat.

My hands were shaking as she led me towards her front door, and my cock was so hard it hurt. As we moved down the hallway, I reached down and squeezed my cock for a moment, and the pain eased my erection off somewhat.

Jules had her hands on the door and opened it, then closed it slowly. I took a deep breath and stepped up behind her. I put my hands high on her waist, above her hips and below her breasts, but close to both. I could have been just moving past her in a tight space. Or I could have been wishing I was shoving my cock into her tight space.

"I'm sorry. I don't mind talking to you drunk. Do you... do you really want me to go?" My hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks when she didn't answer, and I pressed myself up against her back. My cock strained painfully, weeping precum as I dragged its cotton-covered head over the crack of Jules' tight jeans.

She didn't turn and slap me, or phone the police. I heard a click as the latch clicked back as she shut the door fully. Her head turned slightly, her face obscured by her thick hair. "You're gone in the morning?" I pressed against her again as I moved her hair aside and nodded against her cheek.

"Before you wake up, if you want it." She stayed still, then reached behind her, grabbing hold of my hard cock. I moaned in her ear and hissed a breath in between my teeth as she let go. Her fingernails moved over the top of my pants and eased them over my cock. The thick meat sprung up, and hit her forearm.

Jules was still silent as she began to move her hand back and forth over the skin of my cock. Her thumb dragged across the glands on my head and I moaned again, thrusting slowly into her grip. Her brown eyes rose to mine, and her naughty smile flickered on her face for a moment. I leant forwards to kiss her, pushing her against the door. Her nipples hardened against my chest as her free hand came up to cup the back of my neck.

She continued to slowly jerk my cock, rubbing it lovingly almost in time to our gasped breaths. I moved down and began to suck at her neck, grazing lightly over the skin with my teeth. There was a strange sweetness to her, a richness from hours over sugars and candies. Her hands moved to my buttoned sweatshirt and ripped.

The metal tabs pulled apart down my body, and her hands spread over my chest, her fingertips finding my nipples. Her leg moved between mine, and my cock strained pleasantly, almost putting out the fiery urgency as the elastic stretched the skin against my balls.

She was panting against my ear as her hands spread over me, and she was pulling me against her rough and hard. I took a chance and pushed her hard up against the door roughly. There was pure lust in her eyes as I forced my body against her, my hands rough over her breasts and my hips grinding roughly into hers.

She was moaning and had a high pitched whine as she began to shake in my arms. I yanked back on her hair, and raked my teeth over her jaw and down her throat. With a sharp jerk I ripped down her singlet and bent my head down further, capturing a heavy breast in my mouth. She was moaning as she pushed her chest up towards me, and I flicked the top of her nipple with my tongue.

Jules was running her hands over me, and whispering dirty words to herself. I reached down and grabbed my cock, then began to push down on her shoulders. I was holding my cock towards her, and Jules looked up at me. "Foreplay later. Fuck me now."

My eyes showed my surprise as she ripped open the button on her jeans, and shoved her pants down to her ankles. Jules' hand was still gripping the back of my neck as she pulled me against her. Her free hand moved my sweats down my hips and then reached around to cup my ass and push my hips against her.

I leant against her body, pressing us up against the door. My hand moved between her legs, and Jules bit her wet lips as I fumbled between her thighs for an instant. Her hand left my neck and reached down between us, but my fingers spread her and I was inside. Jules gasped and her eyes closed.

She was so incredibly wet, it was unbelievable. I began to move my cock back and forth, giving my hips little jerks when I was deep inside of her. Jules' hand moved up to push against the door. Her legs moved around me and squeezed me inside her thighs as I kept going.

We weren't making love, we were fucking, pure and simple. We didn't speak, and Jules stopped her whispering as the hallways filled with the sounds of my cock wetly sucking air into her. Her hand moved off the wall and began to squeeze at her nipple. Her hands and fingers moved over her chest as my cock moved inside of her.

I could feel her juices running down her thighs, the cool air making my hips twitch as she wet me, too. Her hands moved to hold my shoulders and neck as I began to speed up. Jules's eyes widened as her mouth opened. I kissed her, but she didn't respond as she began to moan lowly. The moan escalated as she shut her eyes.

Her face screwed up, and I could feel her clenching around me. My cock moved like lightning in and out of her, and I could feel our pubic hair rubbing together coarsely. Jules began to gasp and whine as her fingernails dug into my neck, and she arched against me.

I felt like someone was pissing against my balls, and Jules was shuddering as she came. I couldn't take the sensation and I began to yell as my balls erupted, blowing my cum far inside of her. She was squirting and clenching down onto me and squealing in my ear as she climaxed, and I believed well and truly that it had been years since she'd come from a man's cock.

Her body was tense for several heartbeats, until she went limp in my arms. I slowed down and tried to keep my stance, but my knees gave way, and I sank to the ground, Jules on top of me. She moaned and clenched down on me again as we hit the floor with a thump.

There was no sound in the hall except for our laboured breathing. Jules moaned and sat up, my softening cock easing up into her again. She looked down at me, a wicked smile on her face. There was a thin film of sweat on her face, and her eyes were very bright.

I know that it wasn't love, and was barely lust, just desperate need for release and intimacy, but I couldn't help myself. I surged up, my hands cupping her cheeks and chin as I kissed her. Jules hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back. As our tongues moved against one another tenderly, her arms enfolded my shoulders.