Jill and I Ch. 01

I sighed and let her get away with it. "My mother was a housewife until all the kids were in school and then drove a school bus. My father was a plumber."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Washington University."

"Good school."

"I was always good at academics."

"Your parents push you to get an education?"

"Oh, yes. It was always important to them. I remember when I was about 14 and going with my father on a couple of plumbing jobs during the summer. We were riding back one day from a small job and we were at a stoplight. He didn't look at me but he told me he was not taking me on any more jobs. I was surprised and asked why because I liked the temporary income. He said that he wanted me to do something more with my life and not be like he and his father were. I always thought plumbing was an honorable job --a decent job, but he kept talking. I want you to be more than that. I want you to have a better situation and life. Get an education and do other things. So I took that to heart and went to college to get a good degree."

"Good advice."

"Yes, it was." I watched her as she swiped some garlic Nan over her plate to gather up some of the sauce from the lamb Vindaloo we had just finished. There were no pretensions with her, even though this could be considered our first date. I felt so comfortable around her. I wasn't trying to impress her and she obviously was very relaxed and not worried about impressing me or being something she was not.

We finished dinner and I paid and we left. As we walked out to the parking lot, I stopped as soon as we got to the parking lot. "It's early. You want to catch a movie or something?"

She hesitated and I could see conflicting emotions or ideas crossing her face. She finally looked straight at me. "Yes -- or something. Follow me back to my place." She turned and walked toward her car.

I stood there for a second trying to figure out what this meant. But I also hurried to my car to follow her home. Anything at her place had to be better than going home alone.

I followed her to her townhouse and parked in a guest spot. She waited for me at the bottom of the sidewalk entrance and then led me to the door. She unlocked it and we went inside. We entered her townhouse and I could tell that everything was very tasteful, very clean, and very, very organized. In fact, everything was in perfect order, nothing out of place or loose laying anywhere, and I wondered if she was maybe a little OCD. I also made a mental note to make sure my place was in order before she ever came over.

Jill led me back toward the kitchen and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked if she had a dark beer. She took out a Guinness and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrows. "Nice!"

"I like dark beers, too." She smirked at me as she turned her back and rummaged around in one of the cabinets. She pulled out a couple of bottles and made herself a vodka tonic.

"Nice place -- very clean."

She had just finished stirring her drink and turned around. "Yeah, my mother was never good about keeping a clean place and I am a little obsessed with keeping things neat."

"I understand." I said, but inside I was wondering how far that went.

"Let's go into the living room." She held out her hand and took mine to lead me in there. It was cool and moist from handling the wet glasses, but it warmed me up considerably. I was with a beautiful, already successful, mysterious woman who appeared to have taken a liking to me. I watched her ass carefully as she led me into the living room. It was moving back and forth sexily in her tight slacks. I thought I even saw her accentuate her hip movement, but that could have just been wishful thinking on my part. I still paid very close attention. When we got into the living room she guided me to the couch and I sat down. She remained standing as she put her drink on a coaster on the end table and then took my drink and did the same. She smiled at me, kicked off her flats, and then slowly crawled up onto my lap, straddling my legs and sitting on them, facing me. I stared up at her in surprise. I could feel her body heat and her thighs felt lean and strong against mine. Her face was right in front of mine and I could smell her perfume. She grinned and I squirmed, the tension in my body was ramping up quickly and my cock was already beginning to harden.

Jill leaned forward and very slowly, sensually, and lightly, kissed me. I started to put my hands around her, but she sensed that and leaned back from the kiss to be able to see and grab my arms. She held them down to the side and stared at me with a smile that went straight to my crotch.

"Not yet. Just relax and let me get started."

"Okay." What else could I say to that? I was thinking that this gorgeous woman was going to fuck me!

Jill then stood up and very slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She took her time and stared at my face while she did it. I watched her hands and then would look up at her face, alternating my gaze as she stared at me. I knew she could see my surprise, but she just kept going and I sat there staring. She then pulled it apart and I saw the nice cream colored bra she was wearing. It was purely functional, nothing lacy or racy, but it was very sexy to see her striptease. She tossed her blouse onto the couch beside me and then unbuttoned her slacks. There was a single button and then the zipper. I continued to stare as she grinned. She hesitated, her hands on the zipper, teasing me, watching my reaction. I smiled at that and she laughed.

"Mmmm. I think you like this."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I can see it in your eyes -- and, of course, in your pants."

I looked down and my erection was straining at my dockers.

I looked back up and she teased me some more. "Shall I continue?"

"Hell, yes!" This was nothing like the manager from work. This was a sexy, sensual woman who knew she had me enthralled and hard as a rock -- and was enjoying it!

She unzipped her slacks and did that little hip wiggle that women do to lower their pants over their hips and ass. It was sexy as hell. The pants fell and I was treated to her in her undergarments. Her panties were as functional as her bra. Nothing overtly sexy, but a guy is always completely under the spell of a woman who strips for him the first time and I knew it was absolutely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She kicked the pants off her feet and stood there. She cocked her hip to one side and put her hands on her hips. She was thin, but still curvy. Her breasts were probably B-cup and her hips were nicely flared. She was a lean and very sexy woman. I tried not to drool.

"What do you think?" She seemed to love the teasing.

"Stunning!"

She grinned. "Good answer." And then she did it. She moved to take off her bra and I continued to sit completely immobilized by the direction this night had gone. When it came off I was treated to a pair of small, but magnificent tits, capped with dusky pink areola and tight, erect nipples. I knew what I wanted in my mouth now, and it was not that beer!

I reached for her and she stepped back and waggled a finger at me. Damn, what was with the teasing manner?

I sat back and she put her hands under the sides of her panties. "Ready?"

I swallowed hard. "Oh, yes."

She whipped down her panties quickly and stood back up. "Mmmm. I love being naked."

I grinned. "I love you being naked, too." I took in the glorious lithe body in front of me, the nipples still erect and now her trimmed and shaved pussy on display. She had left some pubic hair on it and it appeared that this was just a bikini shave or wax because of the way the fading tan lines showed around it. She obviously wore a high cut, but mostly full bikini bottom.

She stared at me hard, boring holes into my eyes, like she was taking her measure of me. "Then maybe we should get you that way, too." And then she advanced toward me like a lioness toward her prey. I was almost afraid.

Jill went to my polo shirt and ripped it up and over my head. She straddled me again and ran her hands over my chest. "Mmmm, nice. I like the smoothness of your skin. Do you moisturize or something?"

I stared at her. That's the last question you should ask a straight guy at this moment. "No."

"Mmmm, your skin is so soft." She continued to run her hands all over me. I couldn't tell if she was being complementary, trying to massage my ego, or was serious.

I finally decided to take action. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. She responded and moaned into my mouth. I could feel her body heat and feel her nipples poking at my chest. We kissed hotly, our tongues fencing and jousting, as our excitement continued to rise. She was grinding on my dick and it was begging for release from its cloth confines. We must have kissed and rubbed against each other for about 10 minutes. Finally, I pulled back and looked at her. "You are so fucking sexy!"

She grinned. "Then let's get your pants off big boy, because if feels like you have a serpent in there trying to get out."

I grinned. "Well, maybe not a serpent...."

She laughed and stood back up. I started to get up, too, but she pushed me back down and knelt in front of me. "Let me handle this."

She ripped off my shoes and tossed them aside. She unbuckled my belt and opened my dockers. Fortunately, dress down Friday meant easy to remove clothes. She opened my pants and put her hands over both my pants and boxers and motioned for me to lift my hips up. I did so and she pulled everything off and my erection slapped up against my stomach. I was now naked, my cock pointing straight up.

She giggled. "See, a serpent."

"Well, it's definitely a snake." I knew that my dick, having been measured at just about 7 inches by a previous girlfriend, was not going to win any awards. She had told me that it was slightly larger than average and had good girth, but a porn star cock I did not have. I always tried to make up for it by ensuring that I knew how to use it, and I was hoping that Jill was going to get to the main event soon if we were going to have sex without me erupting earlier than I wanted.

She reached out and put her hand around it. "Nice cock."

"Thanks." I groaned.

"Let's go upstairs." She stood up and put out her hand. She led me upstairs into her bedroom and I followed, unable to take my eyes off the tight, swaying ass in front of me. It really was a glorious ass. She led me to the bed. "Just lie down and enjoy." I lay down on my back and she reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. She ripped it open and quickly slid it onto my dick.

"Now we're ready."

She climbed up over me and centered her pussy on my cock. I thought she would need more foreplay, but she dropped herself on it, bouncing up and down several times, taking another inch each time until it was fully seated. She was already wet enough to take it in. I guess the striptease, being naked, and short make out session on the couch worked on her, too. She sat on my dick and slowly rotated her hips. I groaned and reached up to feel her tits. They were delectable and I wanted to thumb the nipples and maybe get her to lean over and let me suck them. She let me thumb them, but didn't lean over and let me suck them. I tried to sit up, but she put her hands on my chest and pushed me down. She then went from slow rotation to a rapid bouncing up and down. She was really excited now, and so was I. I grabbed her hips and helped her as she fucked me.

"God, you are so hot!" I couldn't believe she was fucking me.

She stared down at me and then suddenly leaned over and kissed me, grinding her pubic bone against mine while she searched for the best place to rub her clit. We kissed furiously and then she came. She sat up and bucked and jerked as she came.

"Oh, fuck, so good. I'm cumming." She repeated that several times as she went through her orgasm and then eventually slowed. She climbed off and I wondered what was next. I was still hard as a rock and ready to cum.

Jill grinned at me. "And now it's your turn." She pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. "Are you ready for the cock-sucking of your life?"

I could only nod, dumbfounded by the way she asked that, and I was not about to tell her that only three of my girlfriends had even given me blowjobs, so the cock-sucking of my life wouldn't take much effort.

Jill crawled between my legs and started licking and sucking on my balls. Then, while staring into my eyes, she ran her tongue up the side of my cock to the head and plunged her mouth over it. I groaned. She started really going after me, sucking and slurping and getting almost all of me into her mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, considering it had been a couple of months since I got laid. She sucked on the head and it felt like there were three tongues circling it. She was so fucking good! It was definitely the cock-sucking of my life!

I knew it was coming soon. I could feel the initial tingling. I put my hand on her head and moaned and she just grinned with my cock still in her mouth and increased her tempo. I took that to mean she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so I did. I groaned and started thrusting my hips up and she kept her hand around the bottom so I wouldn't gag her. She never let up though and I finally came what felt like quarts. I kept pumping into her mouth with each spurt and she just swallowed like it was nothing. Fuck! I don't think anyone else stands a chance of topping that blowjob.

When I finally fell back exhausted, Jill let my dick slip from her lips and smiled. "I think somebody liked that."

"Fuck! You are incredible."

"Thank you."

Jill got out of the bed and went into her bathroom while I tried to recover. She seemed to be in there a while and when she came out she was wearing a bathrobe. She walked over, stood by the bed and leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks. I needed that." She seemed a little cooler and sheepish about the entire episode. Something had changed while she was in the bathroom.

"Mmmm. Me, too."

She straightened back up and looked at me in a way I couldn't recognize. "Okay, Dennis, I think you'd better go home now." She almost whispered it.

She was kicking me out so soon? "You don't want me to stick around? We could have round two." I gave her my best salacious grin.

"No, I just need some sleep now and I have a yoga class at 8am, so you need to go home." She was suddenly having problems looking me in the eyes.

"But it's only 11pm. We have plenty of time."

"Sorry, but I have a busy day planned. We had our fun." She gave me her best sympathetic look, but she suddenly seemed ashamed that we had had sex. I was worried that it was because we worked in the same building.

"Look, I know we took it fast there, but there's nothing wrong with that. It's fine."

She looked at me like she would a slow child. "That's not it. I just need to be alone tonight."

"Oh, okay." To say I was disappointed was the understatement of the year.

I got up and went back downstairs to get dressed. I slowly dressed and Jill followed a couple of minutes later. Once I was dressed I went up to her to take her in my arms and tell her what a wonderful night it was, but she could see it coming so she turned and headed toward the front door. I followed and when we got there I stopped and looked down at her, hoping for more than this.

"Thanks, Jill. That was wonderful. Can I call you tomorrow?"

She looked up at me and I saw nothing remaining of the sexual dynamo, but there was something else there that I still couldn't put my finger on. "I'll be busy all weekend. Send me an email at work and we'll see about getting together again."

I stared at her. Wow! She had become completely closed off to me all of a sudden. I was shocked. An email? How condescending! Was I just a one night stand?

Jill could see it written on my face and gave me a slight, but embarrassed smile. "It was fun and exciting, Dennis, but it was just a hook-up, right? We both needed it and we took care of it, but we really don't know each other that well. Let's just let it be and see what happens." She said the words, but I was hoping that the slight wavering I heard meant that it was more than that to her. I knew it was for me.

I turned toward the door. I had never been dismissed like this in my life, so I was shocked and my ego was bruised. I tried to keep a "stiff upper lip" as the Brits say, but I don't know if I carried it off. "Okay, sure." I put on my best macho physical presence as I stepped outside and turned back towards her. "I'll send you an email and we'll see about getting together some other time."

"Sure."

Jill closed the door and I was left standing there trying to figure out what just happened. I had never had such open and fantastic sex. I had also never been dismissed so quickly and coldly and I hope that I had never made a woman feel like that. It was terrible and left me feeling so empty. Who the fuck was this woman -- really?

to be continued...