Jeffrey

"Join me," She says as she starts to pull him toward the pool.

"I'm flattered Miss Hilary, but to put it plainly, you are in mourning," Jeffrey says slowly, "You don't know what you are doing."

"Yeah if this was a month ago or probably a week from now, I wouldn't be like this," Hilary says, "But I need the fun. I felt like I was going to die. Would it be better if I was out going to bars, clubs, or other crummy places down in Burbank or something?"

"Miss Hilary, you loathe going to the valley," Jeffrey says.

"You miss the point," She says, then smirks, "Well yeah I don't like the valley. No good shoe stores. Wait, you are still missing the point."

"What is the point Miss Hilary?" Jeffrey sighs.

"Having fun," Hillary answers as she moves her hand up his leg, "Something we will both probably regret, but can live with anyway."

"You're not asking what you seem to be asking." He says.

"Think for yourself," She says as her hand reaches the top of his leg.

"Miss," Jeffrey starts as she gently pulls him over to the pool.

As Jeffrey is pulled along, he has no choice but to put his feet into the pool to avoid tumbling in. Hillary smiles as she looks up at him, with her hand still on his leg. He feels his own physical reaction to the attention and knows he is on a dangerous path. Becoming engulfed in her attention, he does not move, but internally damns himself for not walking away. With his own self imposed strict rules under the Bank's employ does have disadvantages during a time like this. His tightly controlled male needs suddenly enflame like a brush fire.

"I won't tell," Hilary whispers as her soft fingers scrape the skin on his leg.

"But how would we live with this afterward Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says with a soft tone, and then changes it with a sudden dose of reality, "Why did I say that with consideration? I'm really not feeling myself."

"Feel me then, all around you," Hillary whispers as her hand reaches inside his loose fitting swim trunks.

"You're suggesting?" Jeffrey starts as he felt movement on the front of his shorts.

"Do it now, regret it later sort of thing," Hillary says as her hand reaches the front of his shorts.

Hilary looks into his eyes as her hands begin to fumble with the thin Velcro opening. Gazing upon him with a lustful expression, she makes her intentions known. Remarking inwardly that she has never seen swim trunks with a Velcro front, she smiles thinking of the advantage it is giving her at this moment. Reaching inside, she grabs him and pulls him out through the opening. Jeffrey even with his nervous expression is offering no resistance. But she can see it in his eyes that he is struggling with his conscience. Looking down her eyes widen.

"Oh Jeffrey," She says as she wraps both hands around him, noticing that even with that grip there is still plenty visible.

"I don't know why this is happening, I feel ashamed," He says.

"But you need it as much as I do. You want it," Hilary says.

"I am in violation of," He starts.

"Yes of course you are," Hilary says as she lowers herself and kisses his shaft gently, "My God it's big."

"I will regret this won't I, Miss," Jeffrey starts to say, but is unable to.

"Me too," Hilary says as she wraps her mouth around him and pushes him in slowly.

Jeffrey watches as she exhibits a lot more skill than he would have expected. As her head moves up and down, he feels her tongue swirl around in just the right spot. He can't help but deduce that she is no stranger to this. Suddenly he wonders why he is analyzing this like some sort of critique, especially with such feeling that he has never experienced before. He knows with this activity, he has given it before to a woman, but has ever received. As he watches her lick his impressive length from top to bottom he knows that he has missed out on a lot over the years.

"Oh my Miss Hilary," Jeffrey utters as he watches her take as much of him as she can.

"My God, you will have to be easy at first," Hilary gasps as she pulls back.

"You mean you want to," Jeffrey starts.

"And so do you," Hilary says as she begins to pull on his shorts.

"I feel so dammed," Jeffrey says as he lifts himself up so that she can pull his shorts off. Tossing them to the side she smiles as he sits on the hard cement pool side.

Hilary wastes no time and begins stroking his length as she kisses his wrinkled sack. Extending her tongue she laps underneath, then works her way up while watching him squirm a little. She can never be in love with him, but with consequences later she can have her lust, and so can he.

So much misery and pain lately has left Hilary a little crazy. She didn't plan on this happening today until she got to the pool. It just came to her. She knows it's not right, but at the same time needs it so badly. Grief, mixed with a crazy amount of loneliness pushed this forward. She is not backing down. Her fingers explore as she watches him squirm a little. But she sees his tension lessen by the second with every move she makes. Looking into his eyes as she devours him, she senses that this situation has every sign of moving forward.

As Jeffrey starts to relax a little, Hilary releases him, moves to the side, and presses her hands onto the side of the pool. Lifting herself out, she sits soaking wet, next to him. He looks her over, not hiding his interest. She reaches over and touches his face. Jeffrey leans over and kisses her. At one point in her life she had decided that she would only kiss someone for love, but she realizes that this is what he is comfortable with.

Hilary takes Jeffrey's hand and pulls away from him. As she stands, she gently pulls him up with her. With a smile on her face, she heads over to a lounge chair. She still sees a bit of nervousness in his expression and wants to reassure him so that nothing will derail this which they both need so badly. As they reach the lounge chair, she gently gets him to lay down on his back.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" She smiles while standing above him.

"Miss Hilary can I ask, in my position, can I afford such indulgence?" He asks.

"Just relax, and let me worry about positions," She smiles.

"You are quite striking Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says as he looks her over.

"You mentioned being damned," Hilary says as she lowers her knee on the lounge chair, "I guess we both are. But the good part is that no one will know."

"Be sure of that Miss," He starts to say as he watches her move her legs on either side of him and slowly squirm her way up.

Jeffrey smiles, realizing that he no longer has any inhibitions. Not being able to figure out why, he simply decides to enjoy it. Looking into Hilary's lustful eyes, he loses himself even more, as she reaches down to grasp him. As he feels the first touch of her wetness he sees her smile once more. Slowly she starts to lower herself as her mouth opens a little and her eyes close. Jeffrey feels himself pushing into her as she sits on him.

"Oh yes," Hilary whispers as her thighs come to a rest on him.

Letting herself have a moment of adjustment and enjoyment at the intimate contact, Hilary lets out a long breath of air. She looks down at Jeffrey, with the intention of making a comment about his impressive size. But she decides that there is no reason to mention the obvious since a few moments ago, her expression had said it all. As her hips begin to move, she sees Jeffrey's expression change as he places his hands on her.

Hilary smiles as her fingers press on his chest for balance. In her recent misery she had almost forgotten the feeling. Her deep breathing turns to increasingly louder moans as she moves faster and faster.

For a moment Jeffrey had thought he might not be able hold out long enough to pleasure her. He has been without for so long and had been wondering about his stamina. But now feeling her love surround him, he gains confidence. As he moves his hands up her skin and onto her breasts he feels her passion grow. His gentle touch only succeeds in giving her more. Moving his own hips now, he watches her own enjoyment as her muscles tighten around him. Her passionate loud moans not distracting him, he matches her move for move.

"Uh more, yes more!" Hilary exclaims as she digs her fingers into his chest.

Sitting up and matching her gaze, Jeffrey kisses her quickly and with amazing strength, lifts himself up, picking her up at the same time. As she stands surprised, she looks at him with surprise. Reaching behind him, he presses the button that drops the back of the lounge chair down. With Hilary in his arms still, he lifts her up, turns her around, and lays her on the lounge chair. Slowly lowering his hand, he picks her leg up and starts kissing her skin just above her heel. She smiles at him and lets out a little snicker. Jeffrey softly kisses her dark, smooth skin. Setting her leg down gradually, he reaches her knee again listening to her small laughs. As his nose brushes her skin, he can smell a hint of a fragrance he had sensed before. Often he would get a whiff of it when she walked past him on her way out the door for a night out. But it had never affected him like now. The sensation gives him the desire to continue on to what he now wants so badly. As he slowly reaches the top of her legs, she moves them apart in anticipation.

Jeffrey has not done what had been in his mind to do in a long time. Feeling out of practice does not discourage him. The truth is he enjoys the sensation and the result of it. As he lowers himself and gently extends his tongue, he hears Hilary flinch a little. The scent of her creates a euphoria in him. As his mouth and tongue touch her, he treats it like a warm loving embrace.

Hilary arches her back a little as Jeffrey gently looped his tongue with absolute precision around her clitoris. He remarked inwardly that there are some things a person never forgets. After all, he wasn't so disciplined in his younger days. Suddenly he hears a gasp as Hilary's back arches upward sharply smacking his nose moderately. Her expressive moans sail through the air almost like an operatic solo as her hips bounce up and down.

As Jeffrey continues, he hears and feels the same sensations coming from his young lover. Almost chuckling at her excitement, he doesn't want to stop, but feels the labor of his own muscles. At just the right point, Hilary saves the day by grabbing his hand and pulling him upward. Doing what she strongly suggests he makes eye contact with her.

"Come on!" Hilary smiles as she reaches down and grabs him.

Directing him completely now she lines him up with one hand and wraps her hand around him with the other, pulling him in with what seems to be all her strength. As Jeffrey slides inside her he sees a satisfied reaction. Thinking that the whole action advances events faster than he would have wished has no meaning at all.

"Miss," Jeffrey starts to say.

"Give it to me now!" Hilary exclaims as she grabs him from behind and digs her nails in.

Jeffrey winces a bit as her nails press into his bare skin with a sensation almost like an antibiotic shot he had once received as a child. Moving his hips as she surrounds him with her wetness, he feels her move as well. Taking him in pushes her into top gear as she moves about wildly. Loudly she moans and even barks out orders to him. Not having a vigorous experience in a long time, it takes him time to adjust and catch up to her needs.

"More!" Hilary barks out with a deafening tone.

Jeffrey suddenly remembers a similar situation in his younger days. He smiles knowing what it will take. This isn't the first time someone has essentially used him to get over a bad set of feelings. As he stops and arches his back looking into her eyes just for a moment before a full force thrust resulting in a wail of a sound from Hilary. Moving his hips faster, she giggles insanely. Jeffrey grunts repeatedly as he pushes into her over and over. He remembers this being a little easier in his younger years as he labors.

Suddenly Hilary's legs slap around him as she orders him to go faster. Trying to comply, he finds himself start to waver. But he hears her loud moans and even a giggle thrown in and knows he is on task. Being physically exhausted and reaching his orgasmic edge at the same time is something he has not felt in a long time. Just as he thinks he can't go on any longer, she squeezes her legs around him.

"Oh yes!' Hilary screams as her legs nearly strangle him.

"Miss Hilary you're crazy," Jeffrey grunts, "But I am about to and I don't think I should be, um, like this."

Thinking he could not hold out any longer, he looks into her eyes. She seems to see what he is thinking and for the first time during this whole encounter seems to see reason. Quickly removing her legs from around him, she pushes him away as he slips out of her. Reaching down and grabbing him tightly, she strokes him with her soft fingers, feeling her own wetness on him. She sees his own sensations coming straight through from his eyes to hers. She feels him tighten within her grip.

A deep grunt, a pulsing between her fingers, and a stream of white liquid slamming into her neck and down the center of her chest seems to give her as much satisfaction as him. She feels his hot liquid touch her skin and sees a slight smile from him. As he grunts one more time, she feels a drop on her cheek. Releasing her grip, she watches as his breathing slows and he crawls over to the lounge chair next to him, laying back with a sigh.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Hilary smiles as she swirled her finger in what he had left on her chest.

Yes Miss Hilary, why do you ask?" Jeffrey answers.

"I've never seen so much, you know," Hilary smiles, "You were amazing."

"You started it Miss Hilary, would you not expect me to deliver?" He asks, "In all my years of service to your family I have never fail to perform."

"Wait, that was sort of a joke wasn't it?" She asks.

"Yes Miss Hilary", he smiles.

"You realize that you're going to nail me again later right?" Hilary smiles.

"Miss Hilary," Jeffrey said with a sigh, "This was inappropriate, and to do it again, well yes alright."

"Good," Hilary smiles as she licks the end of her finger, "Not bad."

"You never cease to amaze me," Jeffrey said.

"Wait until later to say that," Hilary smiles, "But leave out the word 'inappropriate', ok?"

"Yes Miss Hilary," Jeffrey answered.

The two cleaned up, rested a while and got dirty again. For the weekend, they would use the house as they wish. They would laugh, sweat, and even dance an old fashioned waltz. At the end of the weekend they would agree never to speak or even do it again. Being just a memory, they would just see it as a moment, or more accurately a weekend to remember.